"Remember the first time I did this to you?" Helen Campion asked her husband of twelve years as she circled the head of his penis with her tongue.
"Sure do," David Campion answered lazily, slowly reaching across her chest and finding her nipples taut with expectation. "We were in the back seat of my old '58 Ford out by Silver Lake. You asked me if you could lick it, and you took my shocked pause to mean yes."
"How did it feel?" she asked before taking him fully into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh," he murmured, smiling, "about the same as it does now. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The joy of your precious lips sucking me continued until I became afraid that since you did it so well, you must have done it with every other guy in school. I even thought you might have been a pro."
"Except for the teeth," she said, nipping him gently before turning so he could see the flash of her smile in the dim candlelight of their bedroom.
"Right," he said, sitting forward to kiss her. As their tongues exchanged unspoken words of love, her fingers fluttered over and kneaded his cock to its full length in a matter of seconds.
The image of their first encounter in oral sex burned out of David's mind like a photograph thrown into a fireplace. He was immediately thrust forward into the present tense. His pulse and heartbeat increased as he probed deeper into the living silk of her mouth and felt her hands move over his cock as though directed by commands from his brain rather than hers.
"Now," Helen whispered in his ear when their kiss had finally broken. "Do it now."
He laid her back on the bed and marveled at bow new she looked. As the television commercial said, she wasn't getting older, she was getting better.
Moving to a position up on his knees, David ran his bands all the way down her five-foot-five frame, finding all the skin he had touched along the way to be as smooth and supple as it was that night at Silver Lake.
He massaged her petite feet and kissed them before moving between her legs and guiding his tongue between the lips of her open pussy, which to David was the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen, including the literally thousands of pussies he had studied as part of his training to become a commercial photographer. Her pubic patch was a rich wine shade, slightly darker than the shoulderlength hair of her head. He feasted upon her patch with the respect and deep enjoyment felt by a connoisseur savoring a fine Bordeaux.
"Daaaaavid, please. I'm so ready. Do it now. Please, my love, do it now."
He lapped her clit a couple of times, then bent himself upright, and Helen guided his cock inside her eager pussy.
"Oh, yes, my darling, yes. I love having you inside me. I love -- "
David silenced hex with another kiss and picked up the tempo of his fucking until he had almost reached her level of intensity, at which point she lowered her level so they could fuck on the same plane.
They made love for almost an hour. Nice, easy love. She, with return motions for his, lolling back on the pink satin sheets with the candlelight playing on her perfect complexion and dancing in her emerald eyes. He, in total comfort, resting on his side, against her thigh, occasionally changing the angle of entrance with long deep thrusts of his cock followed by short teasing strokes.
Their pace mounted, reaching that level where they had begun. Still together in rhythm and timing they hunched onward and upward, her cunt muscles ever tightening and stimulating that last split-centimeter of the expansion of his cock.
"Ohhhhh, yes, David. I love you. I love you. I want you. I ... ohhhhhhhhhhh" she exclaimed as the hot fires of orgasm rushed through her bloodstream and nervous system.
David leaned hard against her clit and watched the distortions of her expressions intently as the come rushed through his cock in three waves, each of which produced a shudder in him, but none so great that he was distracted from viewing her every reaction.
They lay in each other's arms on the verge of sleep for about half an hour before Helen rolled over, stretched her limbs in feline fashion, got up to snuff the candle, then returned to the large bed of their pleasure.
The bed was the geographic center of Helen's world. Here was where she enjoyed her two greatest pleasures -- sleeping and making love to David, though not necessarily in that order. Not that those were her only pleasures, far from it, for life itself was the supreme pleasure in Helen's world, and she lived it with a gusto that awed her friends and neighbors in New York City suburb of Bay View.
She was David Campion's wife first; the mother of Sharon, their nine-year-old daughter, second; and Helen third. A dedicated homemaker, she ran the house-hold so smoothly David could not remember the last time he had been distracted from his work at his photography studio by any of the household crises which seemed to plague the lives of the wives he came in contact with at his business.
Helen met the challenges of her life with the thoroughness of a scientist. She hadn't had a negative surprise in so long she jokingly reflected on the possibility that she might be missing them.
"Sleepy?" David asked her.
"Uh huh. Aren't your
"A little, but I'd rather watch you sleep than see the best show on Broadway."
She laughed softly. "I'm sure watching me sleep isn't really all that exciting."
"It is. I swear it. You're the wonder of my life. Nothing ever fazes you. I've studied you closely for all these years and I've still no closer to understanding the secret of your success than I was the first day we met"
"Hard work, my love, and plenty of sleep. Goodnight"
"The voltage regulator went out on the station wagon this evening, and I'll have to take your car to work. How will you get Sharon to her ballet class in Manhattan tomorrow?"
"No problem. Jenny mentioned she was going in to pick up some things for her party on Friday. We'll' ride in with her."
"But the garage said they may not have it back for a couple of days."
"I'll work it out Put it out of your mind. Goodnight"
"Is there anything you can't do?"
"Yes, my sweet, I can't talk in my sleep." She moved in close to his chest and gave him a goodnight kiss. "I have just been ravished by the most attractive man I know, and now, if you don't mind, I'd like to spend a few hours dreaming about him. Sleep well."
"You, too," he said, kissing her temple.
David continued watching Helen's beautiful breasts heave with the changing tempo of her breathing for about ten minutes before lying back in their cool bed and surrendering to sleep.
* * *
The next morning Helen and jenny had a gossipy drive into Manhattan. They left before seven A.M., and when the hour and their talking had put Sharon fast asleep between them, Jenny changed the topic of discussion from crab grass to sex.
"Well, Marilyn's at it again. Sid's in California on business and she's making it with a stockbroker named Gil Stanley."
"Jenny, how in the world could you possibly know that? You're the kind of woman that gives yentas a bad name."
"Oh, I know. Firsthand. You know me, I just popped into Marilyn's kitchen last night for a cup of coffee and there was a man's suit coat draped over the back of a chair and a briefcase on the breakfast table. So I peeked inside."
Helen shot her unattractive neighbor a look of disdain. "How could you do a thing like that?"
"I couldn't help it. What can I tell you? I'm a snoop. It's my one vice in life. Not that I wouldn't like to have a few more, but God in His infinite wisdom chose to make the Marilyns of this world far prettier than me."
"Well, you'd be far prettier if you powdered your nose instead of sticking it into the business of the people you call your friends."
"Ouch, you got me! I've not proud of what I did, but there lay the briefcase and I looked inside. It was a very exciting development in an otherwise terribly dull day."
"What makes you think they were ... making it?"
"The sounds of love coming from the bedroom, my dear. just as I got his business card out of the briefcase, I was startled by Marilyn's scream of orgasm. It scared me so much I dropped the briefcase like a .hot potato and ran out the door. Her moans and groans of joy continued but I had to get the hell out of there like a flash of lighting!"
"And that's the trouble with all of us, jenny. We hear something or see something and then judge the people without ever knowing what they're really feeling."
"Me judge Marilyn? No way. I saw the gentleman in question when he left her house about four hours later. Tall, slim, handsome devil. He can examine my portfolio anytime he wants to. Sometimes I think you're a classic prude, Helen. I think it's terrific that Marilyn has a little spice in her sex life, and I'm sure Sid will reap the rewards of her satisfaction when he gets back from the Coast. And what's even better, he'll think he's the cause of her amorous welcome. Judge her? I envy her, and I think what she did last night is the very thing that will keep their marriage together. Don't you ever want to do it with anyone but David?"
"No. I'm very happy with David."
"Who said anything about happy? Don't you ever get horny?"
"That's such a funny word," Helen said, laughing. "It always conjures up a couple of horny toads copulating whenever I hear it. No, I don't get horny. I'm too busy to think about sex during the day, and too well serviced by my adorable husband at night."
"Those who live kosher never miss ham, either."
"There have been other men besides David. I'm not at all uptight about sex. You're such a gossip, I've not going to give you any details, but I had a joyous time discovering sex both before and after I met David. It was the same with him. Nobody hooked anybody. Our marriage was out mutual decision to explore each other rather than to continue knocking all the tops off the daisies."
"Well, I envy you. There I go again. Everybody's getting off, and I'm watching it all happen with envy. If Columbus had asked Harry to go exploring with him, he'd have told him he'd rather watch the Giants kick hell out of the Rams on television."
"Even the best explorers need Indian guides to show them the way, Jenny."
"Ouch! That's two," Jenny said, pulling up to the curb on Lexington Avenue. "I'll get you back on the return trip. See you in front of Bloomingdale's at noon."
"Right. Wake up, Sharon, we're here.
"What? Oh," she said, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "I don't want to dance today. I'm sleepy."
"I know, darling. We all have our cross to bear."
The dance studio was in a loft accessible only by an old-fashioned, exposed elevator which moved very slowly and always gave Helen the feeling that it might fall.
Having successfully made the trip three flights up, Helen breathed a sigh of relief and entered the studio. As she bent over to kiss Sharon goodbye, she saw a man tying ballet slippers on his little girl. She had seen the man a couple of times before; and although they had never met or even spoken to one another, a shudder passed through Helen when their eyes met. It had happened that way before, and Helen couldn't imagine why. She didn't like his looks at all. Shorter than she, he carried himself with the cocky manner of the super-macho types she disliked on general principles. She didn't like his long hair and beard. She didn't like his clothes -- torn jeans and a loud silk shirt. She could understand their differences, but couldn't imagine why looking into his eyes gave her this sudden fear.
While she was saying good morning to the teacher, he glanced back to the corner where this man had been helping his daughter. He had left.
He was still very much inside Helen's head when she stepped back onto the elevator. She gasped when she saw him standing there in the corner.
"Oh, excuse me," she said, with one hand to her breast. "I didn't know anyone was in here. You startled me."
"Perhaps you startle easily," he said, holding her gaze with what at dose range turned out to be the deepest, blackest eyes she had ever seen. She was even more uncomfortable than the times before, but there was another factor. She recognized him from somewhere. And the look in his eyes told her that he remembered her. But where had they met? Where could she possibly have encountered such an opposite type and not remembered?
"Perhaps," she answered, touching the lobby button with an uneasy finger. The elevator didn't move. "They should have scrapped this piece of junk years ago."
"I rather like it," he said, "except for the fact that it's unreliable. Note how the antique metal bars give it the appearance of a cage."
"Do you like cages, Mr., uh ... ?" Helen asked, still valiantly trying to hide her nervousness.
"That depends on who I've caged up with," he said with a faint smile, letting his eyes drop to watch her fidget with a coin she wore around her neck at the end of a gold chain. He then looked directly at one of her breasts, then the other. "I'm not terribly fond of this one."
Blood rushed to Helen's face, and she pressed the button twice more without results.
He leaned in to try his hand at it, and in doing so, brushed her face slightly with his beard. His touch excited her and she wanted to bolt from the place but couldn't direct her feet to action.
"Whatever shall we do?" he asked softly, now only inches from her. He encircled her trim waist with his hands, and she jerked her hands up to protect her face. "Maybe we should send for help. Go get Mrs. Thomas."
"Yes, yes, I'll do that," Helen said through heavy breathing. She turned to open the gate, letting his hand be drawn over the tight fabric across her abdomen. The heat from his fingers permeated her skirt as though she had nothing on.
The gate was stuck. Helen was on the verge of panic. "It won't open! We're trapped!"
"Now, now," the stranger said, consoling her by massaging her neck and shoulder muscles, "there's no danger here."
She turned quickly and, again, found herself locked in his embrace. This time his eyes were strangely gentle and welcoming. "No, you ... you don't understand! I'm terribly claustrophobic. I've ... I've been this way since I was a child."
He tilted his head and brushed his dry lips across the surface of her neck. She flushed like a schoolgirl caught in the act. Her head was swimming with new feelings, and she closed her eyes to try to deal with those sensations. The music from the ballet class set up a rhythm with which her body began to undulate. Her lips parted and short panting sounds escaped between them.
Helen moved her bands from their place of protection under her chin to his shoulders. The muscular surface under them gave her something strong to hold onto, and bold on she did.
After a while in this position, her eyelids fluttered open slightly. This time there was a serious look in his eyes. "Do I know your she asked faintly. Her knees were quite close to buckling right out from under her.
"You know me," he said, after a pause. He then looked directly at her trembling lips, moved in slowly with the cool and calm of a seasoned hunter stalking his prey, and kissed her, bringing his hands steadily up her back until his fingers were touching the ultrasensitive area at the base of her skull.
Helen tried to pull away, but couldn't. To her utter amazement, she opened her mouth to allow him easy access with his tongue. He found just the tip of her tongue with his and wavered there a moment before plunging past and into the raging wet heat beyond. She whimpered as a wave of tension left her in a rush. He sucked on her mouth, and she returned his kisses with the same fervor with which he was delivering them.
Still holding her firmly against his mouth, he lowered his hand to her buttocks and pressed her firm, finely contoured ass against his groin, locking her in place. He gently rotated his hips again with the rhythms of the music.
His cock hardened quickly, and he had no trouble finding the general area of her clit with its shaft as he continued to knead her cheeks and the backs of her thighs with his fingers.
When he moved his lips from her mouth to her ear, her legs gave way. He slowly lowered her to a seated position on the floor, moving to his knees beside her while continuing to sear her ears with darting shots of his tongue.
His left hand moved slowly under her skirt and between her silky thighs, which jerked slightly with small muscle spasms as he made his way to her pussy. Her panties were so soaked he would have thought he was touching bare cunt had it not been for the absence of hair.
Again, Helen couldn't believe she was awake. The man lifted her a few inches off the floor with no effort and pulled her panties off. She watched them leave her trembling legs, but still couldn't believe this wasn't happening to someone other than herself. He managed to massage some fear from her long trim legs before again reaching the mouth of her dripping pussy and thrusting his middle finger past the tight circle of muscles.
He kissed her mouth again as she glided back into the cradle of his arm. As she arched her back, he found her cervix with the tip of his finger, and she fucked back with short furious surges.
Letting Helen find her pace, the man met and matched the force which drove her bucking body with equal but opposite reactions of his hand. While he played havoc within her pussy with his finger, he lightly fluttered her clit back and forth with his thumb almost as skillfully as a master boxer peppering a speedbag.
Shock removed Helen somewhat from the situation, and she watched her red-thatched pussy buck against his dancing fingers in mindless wonder. Her hot cunt juices oozed, and the scent of her musk filled the close confines of the elevator. Her body was singing to the rhythms of this hard-staring stranger, but there was no guilt to it. She kicked off her shoes to get more leverage with her heels against the floor, and the elevator began to shake and rattle.
Her face beet-red and contorted from the approach of orgasms, she jerked away from his embrace, lay flat on the floor, held back all but a whimper of a potential scream, and came.
The man immediately stopped stimulating her, wiped his hand on her skirt and let the finely-made garment fall up around her waist, exposing her nakedness for the first time. Her normally pink slit was red, and the soft curly patch around it was matted from the wetness.
"Pussies are really funny looking, don't you think?" he asked, secretly admiring the aesthetics of her box and body as much as David did. He then opened her blouse and examined her flawless upper torso with the cold eye of a clinician. "Tits aren't too bad though."
Her energies returned slowly. She looked through the doors and down the hall. "They'll see," she said in a dreamlike state. "Cover me. People will see."
"Fuck 'em," he said, unbuttoning his jeans and letting fly from them a fat, eight-inch cock, which looked ten times larger due to the proximity of her vantage point. "Now if they really want to see some-thing beautiful, let them feast their eyes on this dandy instrument."
She looked away from the monster of flesh banging just over her face to see if anyone was coming, while trying to pull her skirt down. He wouldn't let her cover her nakedness.
Helen turned back to object, but his huge-capped prick left her speechless. Her eyes grew in wonder the longer she looked at it.
"Suck it, cunt," he told her.
"What?"
"I said suck this gorgeous cock you see before you. And if you don't suck it well, I'll never let you suck it again."
As soon as the tip of his cock entered her frightened mouth, Helen was transformed totally into a sucking machine. She sucked him as though her life depended on the sustenance she might derive from his come.
"Easy, easy, you stupid shit, this isn't a fucking gobble race! Slow down. Enjoy yourself. After all, it isn't every day such a sad-looking wretch as yourself gets the opportunity to suck such a grand prick as this one. Touch it lightly with your tongue. Feel each little vein with just the tip of your tongue, then take the huge head inside your mouth, create a vacuum around it with your lips, and get really friendly with it."
She followed his instructions perfectly and soon was going down on him all the way to the base of his cock, taking the head far past the opening to her throat where no man had ever been before. With her eyes, she told him she wanted him to shoot off in her mouth.
"Speak up. What do you think I am, a fucking mind reader?"
"Do it," she said softly.
"Do what ... come? Is that it? You want me to shoot my wad in your mouth?"
She nodded yes.
"That you have to earn, bitch! My come is the purest, most delicate come on this planet. I don't just shoot it down the mouth of any two-bit cunt I happen to see in the street. Work out. If you want it, you can have it, but you're going to have to earn every drop of it. It's much too precious to waste."
Helen's breathing became heavy again. She was so intent on sucking him off, her lips quivered around his cock. His was the biggest, hardest cock she had ever encountered and her nervousness was something like that of a young boy trying to land his first big fish.
She worked diligently and it was paying off. The stranger's eyes rolled and the additional expansion of his dick told her that orgasm was near. She hummed as she worked him to the very edge, sucking him in steady rhythm while fingering his balls ever so lightly. Just as her heartbeat quickened when his ball sac contracted, he pulled his cock from her mouth. "No, don't take it away! Not yet! You were almost there! Please don't take it away! Not until you finish!"
"Sony, slut, but you just haven't got it. No, I wasn't almost there. You could suck me until next June and I still wouldn't be almost there." He started folding it back into his pants, but she reached out and grabbed it.
"Why are you wasting my time?" he asked her, letting her rub the rubbery surface of the head with her palm. "You wanna fuck me?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Yes, yes, what?"
"I want to do it."
"You want to do what, slut?"
"I want to ... fuck," she said, giving the word practically no volume. "I want you inside me. I want this inside me. I want you to fuck me."
"And I want you to fuck me," he said, pushing her hand away from him and lying back on the floor.
Helen straddled him and guided the fat muscle into her tender slit. The heat of the first union was almost too much for her, and she might have passed out had not her cunt muscles grabbed his cock, setting the rest of her body into a fucking frenzy without any directions from her mind.
She moaned and touched her delicate tits, massaging her nipples hard instantly. Harder she pumped against him. Deeper into her creaming cunt were his thrusting responses. She looked down at him resting coyly with his heavily-biceped arms behind his head. He was using little energy, while she was burning herself out quickly.
Her green knit stockings tore at the knee, something that would have infuriated her at another time, but caught up in the urgency of pounding her cunt over his rigid dick, she paid the unraveling yarn no more than passing attention.
"I think you've got it," he told her. "Oh, shit, I'm coming!"
"OOOHHHHHHHH, GOD!" she shrieked, hitting an orgasm even more intense than the first. "Yes, yes! Now, now! Please, God, give it to me!"
"Too late. You blew it You're such an impatient bitch. Couldn't you wait five more seconds? Did you have to cave in like a stupid teenager?"
"Come now, come now, come now, damn you!" she chanted to the rhythm of her hip and leg motions. "This isn't my problem, lady. It's yours."
As soon as Helen showed signs of falling from exhaustion, the man turned her over on her side. Then, rolling over her again and again on the floor, banging her from one side of the elevator to the other, he slammed his cock inside her gushing pussy like a wild animal. Her expensive clothes were all but ruined, and when she started to whimper, he slapped her moderately on the ass, and she came again.
He pinned her in the corner of the elevator, and drawing her legs up to provide maximum access, he plunged his cock into her with savage fury. Her chest was covered with red splotches, but she continued to hunch against his thrusts with what little energy she had left.
The elevator jerked and continued downward to the first floor. Had people been waiting for it there, neither of the occupants would have noticed.
Blinded by her own sweat and carried away by the sudden waves of one orgasm upon another, Helen's beautiful body became as nonresistant as jelly under the man's continuous pounding. He licked Helen's tits, then smeared them with dirt his hands had picked up from the floor.
Finally, a low guttural roar came from deep inside him, his eyes grew even larger, his stare even more piercing. He shot up on his knees, pulling his cock from her swelling pussy, and shoved it into her mouth just as a gusher of comp erupted from him. The white liquid shot all the way to the back of her throat.
"No, no!" he shouted as a rivulet of come backed out and down the side of Helen's mouth. "Swallow every drop or I'll beat the living shit out of you!"
She quickly licked her lips and the side of her mouth clean, then continued to suck him wantonly after she had swallowed the last trace of his come.
When he had had enough, he pushed her off him, stood, zipped up, and left the elevator without a word or a look.
Fighting to remain conscious, Helen got to her feet and stumbled into the lobby of the building and through the door of an insurance company on the first floor.
"My God, are you all right?" asked the receptionist.
"Yes, I ... I think so. I took a nasty fall. May I use your restroom?"
"Of course," answered the girl, paying no attention to Helen's open blouse. She then. helped Helen into the bathroom and tended her bleeding knees.
Jenny bought the lie about the fall and gave Helen tons of sympathy during the return ride, as did Sharon. Before they got back to Bay View, Helen had all but convinced herself that she really had fallen.
CHAPTER TWO
After applying every first aid remedy she could find to Helen's wounds, jenny offered her a sedative to ease the pain.
"Thanks, Jenny, but I've got to get home. David's due in an hour and I haven't started dinner."
"So, let him take you out. It isn't every day a woman falls down a flight of stairs."
"No, I --"
"Please, Mommy," Sharon chirped, let's go to that new Chinese place in the shopping center. Sandy Taylor says the fortune cookies there really come true."
"Not tonight, darling. Thanks for everything, Jenny. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
The three of them got up from Jenny's kitchen table and walked to the back door. Sharon wore her disappointment like a Halloween mask.
"Well, I think it's such a good idea," Jenny said, that I'm going to slap a Band-aid on my knee and get the last of the big time spenders to take me to that Chinese place. Want me to bring you some cookies a little later?"
"No," Sharon said, "it only works when you eat there.'
"Thanks again, Jenny," Helen said, leading Sharon outside and toward the side gate in the fence between their houses.
"Take it easy," Jenny called after her. "Don't forget, you're still a little shook up."
"I know," Helen answered her.
Once she had shut her backdoor and was safely in her own kitchen, Helen began to tremble. Touching her forehead, she discovered beads of perspiration as the room began to spin around her.
"Please, Mommy," Sharon barked, tugging hard at her mother's skirt, "we haven't had Chinese food in a long time and everyone says it's really good at -- "
"Stop it!" Helen shouted, grasping the counter top for support. "Let go of my skirt! You almost made me fall again!"
"I'm sorry."
"Set the table!"
"Yes, ma'am," Sharon said softly, going to the dishwasher for plates. "You don't have to yell at me."
My God, what have I done? What really happened in that elevator? Can't think about it now. Have to go on as though nothing happened. David mustn't find out. It would kill him.
She almost fell again walking to the refrigerator. What shall I fix? Steak? No, they're frozen. Not enough time. Meat loaf? Too long. Here's some potato salad. What can I serve with it? It was rape. I'm sure it was rape, but why didn't I scream? He didn't have a weapon. He didn't threaten me. Oh, David, who can I talk to? I never thought I could do anything I couldn't tell you about. Chicken. That's it -- fried chicken. It's frozen, too, but it only takes forty minutes. Calm down. Okay, potato salad, fried chicken and ... and a can of green beans. Yes, that's good. Bread and butter and milk. That's it.
Helen took the package of fried chicken from the freezing compartment. She had to read the instructions four times before she was able to set the oven at 350� and slip the tray of chicken inside.
"Hand me some glasses," Sharon said at her side. "What?" Helen said, unnerved by the broken silence.
"Glasses, Mommy. I can't reach them. Maybe you should lie down. I can fix dinner if you tell me what to do."
"No, no, I've okay." She reached up and into the cabinet and removed three glasses. "Here."
During the transfer, one of the glasses slipped from Helen's hands and shattered on the counter. A piece of glass hit Sharon on the cheek, causing a slight cut. She grabbed her face and burst into tears upon finding a tiny drop of blood on her hand.
"I'm bleeding, Mommy, I'm bleeding!"
"It's only a scratch, darling."
"But, I'm bleeding!"
"Sharon, please, I can't stand your screaming!"
"I could have been blinded!"
"Sharon, stop it!"
"You did it on purpose!"
"GOD DAMN IT, I SAID SHUT UP!!!!" Helen shouted, almost directly in Sharon's ear, shaking her with the same hands with which she had consoled her only seconds before.
With eyes bulging with fear, Sharon became mute Helen hugged her close to her stomach and wept softy. "Honey, I didn't do it on purpose. It was an accident. Do you understand that it was an accident?"
"Yes, ma'am," she answered, her voice quivering.
"I didn't mean to shake you. I didn't mean to curse at you. But my nerves ... my nerves are shot, and I couldn't take your shouting. Forgive me?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Okay, let's . let's go get you fixed up."
Helen led Sharon back into the master bedroom, and the little girl became much calmer as soon as she looked in the mirror and saw that her wound was only superficial. She then sat stone-quiet on the toilet seat while Helen traced the scratch with David's styptic pencil and applied a small, round, flesh-colored patch. Her hands were shaking so badly the process took two full minutes to complete.
"Are you okay?" Helen asked her.
"Yes, Mommy; you want me to go back and finish setting the table?"
"No, dear, go play in your room. I'll call you when dinner's ready."
"Are you punishing me?"
"No, love, Mommy has to be alone right now."
"Okay," Sharon said, jumping off the toilet and walking into the bedroom. She paused by the door and looked back. "Mommy?"
"Yes, dear."
"I really didn't think you broke that glass on purpose. I was so scared I didn't know what. I was saying "
"I know. Close the door, will you, precious?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'll be in my room if you need me for anything." Sharon closed the bathroom door.
Helen looked at herself in her gold-rimmed, full-length mirror as though she were looking at a stranger. "Who are you? I know so little about you."
She slowly took off her blouse and examined the bruises on her arms and back. She remembered that she got them on the floor and sides of the elevator but stopped the replay of the incident as soon as it began to roll in her mind.
She dropped her skirt to the floor. The moment her inflamed pussy came into view, she began to cry. And hope of repressing the experience of that afternoon was shattered by the absence of her panties.
"You stupid cunt! You didn't even have the sense to pick up your panties! Suppose someone finds them. No matter. No one could know they're yours, but boy, are you dumb! Okay, now what really happened? You got fucked by a disgusting hippie. And you fucked him back. But there was no love to it, just animal sex. How did he do that? God only knows, but he did it, and it has nothing at all to do with David. What else happened? Oh, yes, you sucked his cock and he ... Yech!"
Helen ran to the marble lavatory and spit while squeezing toothpaste on her toothbrush. Then she brushed her teeth furiously. After rushing the second time with baking soda and the third with toothpaste, the taste of the stranger's come was still in her mouth, so she gargled with mouthwash and stepped into the shower.
There Helen continued to assault on the foul taste in her mouth. She washed her mouth out with soap twice, gagging and spitting until the deed was done. Then she shampooed her hair three times, scrubbing her scalp furiously to rid herself of the stranger's touch as well as the dirt she had collected from the floor of the elevator.
Pleased with the positive effect her cleansing ceremony was having on her psychologically, she continued to scrub every pore on her body with the determination of a surgeon prior to performing an operation.
It took her twenty minutes to complete the project with the exception of her tender pussy, which she saved for last. She sat on the bottom of the octagonal-shaped tub and twisted the gold fixture which switched the water from the shower to the bath. Then she dumped a capful of bubble bath powder into the tub and lay back waiting for it to fill.
Feeling quite pleased with herself, Helen parted the bright red lips of her cunt and let the soapy water flow freely over them. After no more than a moment of stinging, she was able to fill with and expel the water from her pussy through muscle control. She continued douching in this manner for a while, and again, the experience was satisfyingly cleansing.
Then she touched herself, and the instant her finger entered her pussy, she was back on that elevator floor being fucked by the bearded stranger. The pleasure was so intense that Helen could not stop her fingers from fucking her and massaging her clit.
The sleek muscles in her long slim legs became taut as Helen bridged herself over the waterline so that the onrushing juice from within her cunt might be put to its best advantage, and she manipulated herself with deep thrusts and rough pinches.
The smell of the stranger was in Helen's nostrils. The taste of his come returned to her mouth, but it was no longer offensive. On the contrary, the sweet sensation in her taste buds excited her beyond conscious control.
She looked down and saw that her fingers were doing all the work, but the rest of her senses told her the stranger was ramming his fat cock deeply in and out of her bucking cunt.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck MEEEEEEEEE!" she exclaimed, hitting an orgasm that sent shock waves throughout her entire nervous system, giving her an outlet for all the tension pent up inside her. But with the outlet came heat, and the heat further excited Helen, triggering orgasm upon orgasm until she was thrashing about in the tub like a harpooned shark.
"More, more," she panted. "Give me more of your cock. Don't keep it from me. Drive it deep inside me. Fuck me. Fuck me OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHII!"
"Helen!" David shouted from the bathroom door. "Are you all right?"
But Helen couldn't hear him. Like a balloon losing its air, she was driven underwater by the force of her orgasm. Rolling over and over, she continued to kick and flail the water with her arms until David touched her.
"I ... I didn't hear you come in," she said, quickly trying to knock away some of the puffs of soapsuds that were clinging to his clothes.
"Honey, what in the world were you doing in here?"
Helen's face flushed red with embarrassment. "Why I'm ... I'm taking a bath."
"But all the noise and the splashing. Sharon told me you took a nasty fall today in the city, and then I heard you shouting back here and when I came in you looked like you were drowning."
"Did you hear what I said?" she asked, unable to look at him.
"A few of the words. I've never heard you talk that way before. Were you masturbating?"
"Oh, David," she sobbed, cupping her face in her hands, "I'm so embarrassed. I don't know what came over me."
"Now, now, none of that," he said, holding her with no concern for the fact that he was getting wet. "There's no harm in a little auto-eroticism. It's ... well, it's just pretty strange seeing you do it. I never thought that ... that that sort of thing turned you on."
"It doesn't. At least, it hasn't. I haven't done that since I was a girl."
"Tell me more about the fall. Are you sure you didn't shake a screw loose in that pretty little head of yours?"
"Maybe," she said, laughing with tears in her eyes. "I'll go see Dr. Prior tomorrow."
"I just read about a. case last week where this woman was so shaken up in a bus accident she went around making it with every man she bumped into. I hope you don't have the same malady."
"Don't be silly."
"All right. In a way it's a shame, though. She collected a whole lot of money." He leaned over and kissed her. Helen returned his kiss passionately, plunging her tongue deeply inside his mouth, and almost pulled him into the tub.
"Whoa!" he said, using all of his strength to free himself from her. "I leave a pussycat and come home to a tiger."
Again Helen's face flushed, then she sniffed the air. "What's that? Oh, my god, the chicken!" She came out of the water so fast, David got another healthy splash. She threw a towel around her. "I've burned up the fucking chicken!" she exclaimed on her way out.
"The fucking chicken?" David asked no one, shaking his head. Something's wrong. If I said that, she wouldn't speak to me for a week.
Helen came back into the bedroom while David was changing clothes. "Oh, David, I've ruined it! Five dollars worth of chicken burned to a crisp!"
"It's okay," he said, putting his arms around her.
"But it's such a stupid waste!"
"Look, as far as I'm concerned I've glad you're showing some signs of being human. Your perfection as a wife and mother was beginning to bug me. Hey, you're shaking. Are you all right."
"Yes, I'm just ... confused ... disjointed."
"Lie down. Let me have a look at you."
Helen climbed onto the bed. David loosened the towel and examined her with the thoroughness of a physician. The fear that be might be able to guess what had really happened to her caused Helen to shake.
"Cold?" David asked her.
"A little. I'm not totally dry yet."
David lightly touched his wife's skin above her breasts. "Tell me when you feel any pain." He moved his hands to her arms and continued his light massage.
"I feel that," she said.
"Yes, there are marks here. Bruises. Not deep. How far did you fall?"
"About half a floor. Ten steps or so to the landing. That old elevator was out of service as it is so often, and I was so mad, I just wasn't watching where I was going." Never having lied to David before, Helen was amazed at the ease and logic of her story.
He continued downward, lightly kneading the flesh of her hips and upper thighs. She jerked when he touched the inside surfaces of her thighs.
"Does that hurt?"
"No."
"Why did you jump?"
Helen reached up and fondled David's balls through his trousers, and smiled when he jerked back out of her reach. "Why did you?"
"Touche. I think you're just a little shaken up, honey. You seemed to have taken the main brunt of your fall on your knees. Still, I'd feel better if you saw Dr. Prior."
"You didn't touch me here," Helen said, placing his hand over her pussy while rubbing his crotch with her other hand.
"Do you feel pain here," he said, smiling as he massaged her clit.
"Oh, yes," she panted, writhing under his hand, "it hurts so good." She unzipped his trousers and brought his semi-erect cock to her mouth. "I love you," she said, looking up at him while lazily licking his shaft.
"And I love you, pet," he said, picking up the tempo as her juices made her cunt passage available to his probing fingers.
She brought his .cock quickly to full size with a series of lip-smacking insertions into her mouth. She was so hungry for him David was surprised by the aggressiveness of her oral attack as well as the one her cunt was staging against his fingers. Her cunt muscles held his fingers with more authority than she had had ever exhibited.
While Helen was quickly working herself into a sensual frenzy, David found himself in the position of a spectator, wondering how the woman he thought he knew so completely could lose all of her shy, passive qualities in the span of less than twenty-four hours.
"Oh, yes, David, deeper! Fuck me deeper with your fingers! Do you mind me talking dirty?"
"No," he said, with a slightly nervous laugh, "I can hardly believe it, but it doesn't bother me."
"Good. I've never told you what a beautiful cock you have. The bead tastes like living velvet in my mouth. I love sucking your cock, David. Come in my mouth." She drew his cock deeply into her throat and sucked it wantonly.
It was David's turn to be visibly shaken. In addition to the new feelings he was feeling in his cock, her clit seemed twice its largest previous size as he watched it pop up around the sides of his moving thumb. "I didn't think you could handle my ... my coming in your mouth."
"I didn't either," she said, breathing hard and continuing to flutter her tongue across the bottom edge of his cock where the head meets the shaft. "I may have fallen on my head, David. I may be stark mad, but I want things I've never wanted before. I want to taste your hot come in my mouth. I want to feel it spurt all the way to the back of my throat, and I want to look you straight in the eye when I swallow it. Will you do that for me. Will you let me suck the come out of your lovely cock?"
"I'll try."
Helen took several long draws from the rigid muscle in her mouth while toying with David's balls with her fingertips. She could feel David's thighs tremble as she pumped faster, taking his cock into her throat with each pull.
David tried to rid his mind of all thoughts so that he might relax. He leaned forward and captured one of her large erect nipples in his mouth. Except for the familiarity of her topography, David didn't know this woman at all. Her moves, her gestures, her moans, her mouth movements on his uncertain cock, all were the actions of a total stranger.
"Ohhhhhh, shit, I've coming! Arrrggghhhhh! Now, David, now! Give it to me! Muuuuuummmmmmml Come, baby, come!"
"I'm ... I'm sorry, babe, I can't," David said, grimacing as he licked the valley between her breasts, perspiration dripping from his forehead.
"Then flick me!" she exclaimed, pulling him on top of her and steering his cock into the furnace of her cunt with the speed of a relay runner passing off a baton.
She quickly unbuckled his belt and released his trousers to avoid contact with the teeth of his zipper and threw her lanky legs around him, locking them tightly; and she came again the moment his cock filled the vacuum of her cunt.
David ,couldn't adjust his rhythm to hers although he tried to reach her level of intensity with all his might. He fucked her hard and fast, but simply couldn't help feeling that his cock was in the wrong pussy.
Sensing that he was losing his erection, Helen rolled David over and mounted him like a rodeo rider. She banged and pounded against him with great fury, but his cock had lost a quarter of its size.
Then a strange presence came over Helen. She lay straight out on top of David and stopped all outward fucking motion while continuing to fuck him internally with the slow churning contact provided by the expansion contraction of her cunt muscles.
As she kissed David's neck, she was again filled with the presence of the bearded one. She could feel him. She could smell his musk as she sensuously ground her tits into David's chest in a rotational orbit and applied a snap to her pussy motion that quickly brought his cock fully back to life again.
Whatever defenses were built up inside David were quickly drained off by Helen's magnetism. Her pussy was so locked around his cock he feared that his coming would cause him great pain.
"Now, David," she whispered in his ear. "Give it to me, now. Give me your come."
"Ooohhhhhh, aaaahhhhhhhhhl" he shouted as he emptied his load inside her, his face contorting and his body flopping wildly behind the release.
"More. Give me more."
"No, no, love, there is no more."
Helen came again on the next stroke. The couple lay very still for a while. Helen still had her face buried in his shoulder, afraid that if she looked at him she might see the face of the bearded stranger.
"Hungry?" David finally asked her.
"It will take me an hour or so to fix something."
"Not tonight. Let's go out. How about that Chinese place that just opened up?"
"Hooked by a child of nine," she said, bravely sneaking a look at her husband's face.
"What can I tell you?" he said, lunging forward and kissing her on the cheek. "I'm a pushover for a pretty face"
CHAPTER THREE
It was eleven A.M. the next morning before Helen could find the time for her first cup of coffee. Again, everything had gone wrong. She had overcooked David's breakfast, bleached his red golf shirt, and had three fights with Sharon before she got her out of the house with her swimming companions. Without a towel.
She had tried to make love to David again after their Chinese dinner, but he couldn't handle her aggressive energy.
Now, aware that she was speeding, she sat at her kitchen table, sipped black coffee, smoked one of David's Kools (she being a nonsmoker), and tried to let everything go.
The moment she relaxed, the presence of the stranger began closing in around her, just as it had whenever she had tried to sleep the night before.
"That does it!" she said, snubbing out the cigarette and snatching the receiver off the wall phone immediately behind her. She dialed Manhattan Information and took a healthy gulp of steaming coffee.
"Information."
"The Adele Thomas Dance Studio please."
"Checking."
During the long pause that followed, Helen tapped her nails on the surface of the table until she realized that her nail polish was beginning to flake.
"I'm sorry, but I don't show a listing for the Adele Thompson Dance -- "
"That's Thomas, idiot, Thomas! T-H-O-M-A-S!"
"One moment." Another pause. Helen emptied her cup. The number was given. Helen hung up and quickly dialed.
"Hello," Mrs. Thomas answered. There was loud ballet music in the background.
"Mrs. Thomas?"
"Yes."
"Sorry to bother you, but this is Helen Campion and I was wondering if -- '"
"Speak up! I can barely hear you!"
"This is Helen Campion!"
"Yes, Mrs. Campion, what can I do for you?"
"I'm having a party for Sharon and I promised to invite one of her friends from her dancing class!"
"Which one?"
"That's just it, I can't remember her name, and Sharon has gone swimming!"
"How can I help you?"
"I saw her there yesterday! Her father is the man with the beard! A short stocky man! He wore jeans, a bright blue silk shirt and several strands of beads!"
"Oh, that would be Mr. Babka, the artist! His daughter's name is Crystal!"
"Of course! How silly of me to forget a name like Crystal! Can you give me her address so that I may send her an invitation?"
"Just a minute." Helen breathed heavily, hoping to slow down her heartbeat. There was nothing she hated more than finding herself in a position where she had to lie. Her foot seemed to start tapping the floor under its own volition. "Yes, Mrs. Campion, here it is: 440 Horatio Street in the Village. Apartment 3D."
"And what's her father's first name?"
"Paul."
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Thomas! I hope I didn't disturb you!"
"No trouble at all. Goodbye."
"Goodbye!"
Helen hung up the phone and stared at the name and address on the note pad. Okay, Paul Babka, now that I know who you are and where you live, tell me something -- what the hell are you trying to do to me? "Or maybe the question should be: What the hell am I doing to myself?"
Helen picked up the phone again and was surprised to find that Paul Babka's telephone number was listed with Information. She dialed it.
"Hello," answered a woman.
"Is Mr. Paul Babka there please?"
"Yes, but he can't be disturbed right now. Would you care to leave a message?"
"No, it's important that I speak to him right now."
"But he's painting and he doesn't -- "
"Please believe me, it is urgent that I speak to him."
"Hold on. I'll see if he'll come."
Helen's heart began to pound again during the pause that ensued. "What is it?" Paul barked curtly into the phone.
Helen couldn't speak.
"Hello? Who is it?" She wanted to speak, but couldn't. His voice was inside her head and she was speechless. "Listen, coocksucker, whoever the fuck you are, you have pulled me away from my work, so don't just sit there with your thumb up your ass, talk to me, and it better be goddamn important!" The words still wouldn't form in her mouth. "Okay then, go fuck yourself!" He slammed down the phone.
After softly replacing the receiver in its cradle, Helen got up, fixed herself a double Scotch on the rocks, drank it down and tried to fall asleep on the long green leather couch in the den. It didn't work, but three drinks later she passed out sitting in David's big brown recliner.
About three hours later, Sharon found her mother asleep in the den, tried to wake her, then called her father at work.
David was in the middle of shooting a family" portrait. He apologized to his customers, who graciously accepted an appointment for the next day. Then he telephoned Dr. Prior, who reached the house at the same time David did.
"What do you make of it, Sam?" he asked the doctor after a brief examination of Helen.
"Her signs are good, Dave. Frankly, I think she's drunk."
"At noon! Impossible! Helen drinks about a quart of Scotch a year!"
"Well, she has all the symptoms of it," Dr. Prior said, rubbing her hands vigorously, "and she reeks of alcohol."
"Stop! Dammit, stop!" Helen said, slurring her speech as she pulled her hand from Sam's grasp and tried to get comfortable. "Please let me sleep!"
"Are you all right, Helen?" Sam asked her.
"What? Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. Dammit, leave me alone! I want to sleep."
"Did she sleep well last night?" Sam asked David.
"No, I don't think so. She had a bad fall yesterday that seemed to throw her equilibrium out of kilter. Didn't she call you this morning for an appointment?"
"No."
"That's funny. She promised me she'd call you as soon as I left for work. The fall seems to have made her very hyper. I'm not sure she was up in the night, because I sleep like the dead, but she seemed beat this morning."
The doctor pulled one of Helen's eyelids up, but she slapped his band before he could examine her eye. "Now, stop that! Get the hell away from met"
"Helen, this is Sam Prior. You may be sick. I want to take a look at you."
Helen pushed the recliner back to its last position and curled into a fetal position. "I'm not sick. I'm just dead-tired. Go away. Leave me alone."
"Well, there's nothing I can do now," Sam said, putting his stethescope back in his bag. "I'm going back to the clinic. I'll stop back around five. Stay with her. If you need me any sooner, give me a call."
"Daddy, is Mommy going to be all right?" Sharon said, clinging to her father's leg, eyeing Sam with suspicion.
"Sure she is, honey. Thanks a lot, Sam. We'll see you later."
"Right." He left.
David took some steaks out of the freezer and prepared some potatoes for baking. Then he and Sharon sat quietly with Helen for the next few hours.
It was almost five o'clock when Helen came to. "Oh, God," she said, holding her head in her hands before opening her eyes.
"Hey, kid, where have you been?" David asked her..
She shot to an upright position and quickly looked around to see where she was. "David, what are you doing home?"
"Sharon called me. Have you been drinking?"
"What? Oh, yes, that's right." Her head fell back into her hands. "Oh, damn, my head is splitting! Honey, I'm sorry, so sorry you had to come home from work. How long have you been here?"
"Since noon. It's now about five."
"Oh, David, that's terrible. I was so tired and yet I couldn't sleep, so I drank, hoping it would calm me down enough so I might be able to take a nap. I didn't think I would pass out."
"How much did you drink?"
"Too much. Much too much. My tongue hurts and my head feels like somebody is driving a spike right through the top of it."
Sharon slowly went to her mother and touched her arm. "I thought there was something terribly wrong with you, Mommy," she said sheepishly. "Are you mad at me for calling Daddy?"
"No, darling," Helen said, giving her a light hug.
"You know," Sharon continued, "this wasn't exactly the greatest morning of our lives. I'm so glad you're not still mad at me."
"What happened?" David asked.
"That's just between us," Sharon said. "You know, female business."
Helen tried to get up, almost fell, then lay back down. "Whoops, the room just became a merry-go-round."
"You stay put," David said, bolting from the couch to catch her. "Sam Prior will be coming back any minute now. I don't want you moving around until he's had a look at you."
"Coming back?" she asked, bolding his band tightly as he sat on the side of the chair. "Was he here before?"
"You don't remember?"
She shook her head no.
"You gave us quite a scare. He couldn't examine you, because you'd push him away everytime he touched you."
"I'm so embarrassed. And I feel so helpless. Go back to the studio."
"Connie will take care of everything."
"But she's such a child."
"Only when you're around. Even after four years she's still got a crush on me, and she really doesn't know how to act around you. But as far as the studio is concerned, the more responsibility I give her, the harder she works. She's very bright. You say you feel helpless, I'm not sure there is anything I can do at the studio that Connie can't do as well."
"I better watch my step," Helen said with a half-smile. "As soon as she takes over your job, she might take over mine."
"That the silliest thing I've ever beard," David said, leaning forward to kiss her.
"It sure is," Sharon said, laughing. "Why do you think I always eat before Connie comes over to baby-sit? She's the worst cook in the whole world."
"Speaking of cooking, young lady," David said, "standing. "How about you and me popping those potatoes in the oven?"
"Oh, David -- "
"And no more 'Oh, David' nonsense. I've enjoying taking care of you for a change. What can I get you?"
"An Alka Seltzer and a gun," she told him.
"What's the gun for?"
Helen brought her hands to her temples and pressed them in a viselike fashion. "Just in case the Alka Seltzer doesn't work."
David laughed as he and Sharon disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Helen alone with her thoughts.
So, Connie doesn't know how to act around me, huh? I better watch that little cunt. How old is she now? Twenty-three? Twenty-four? We've practically raised her and how does she repay us? Not us -- me. It's me she's after. She sits with Sharon to pump information out of her about me! And she's with David more than I am, pressing those big tits against him and saying "Oh, excuse me" with that little girl smile while batting those big baby-blue eyes. And how about all that darkroom magic? I can see the two of them pressed together over a blowup, her long silky black hair teasing his forearm. From that position, how easy it must be for her to grab his cock. She could have it hard in her hand before he'd have a chance to object. Then, having thought ahead by leaving her panties in her desk, it would be so easy for her to hop up on the workbench and guide his rigid prick into her wet pussy and fuck his brains out. Not a word would be spoken as she sucked his come inside her with that tight little cunt of hers. So, she's very bright, huh? I'll just bet she is. Bright enough to wear the kind of clothes that showcase the curve of her pretty little ass. Bright enough never to put any pressure on him, knowing full well she can lock herself up with him in the darkroom and fuck and suck him in total security anytime she feels like it. David doesn't have a chance. Not really. Connie's toying with us all. David loves her. Sharon loves her, and up till now, I loved her. She can knock me out of the picture anytime she feels like it.
Helen jarred her head three times with the palm of her hand. What's the matter with you! Connie has never given you any reason to think these thoughts about her! Why the sudden paranoia? Maybe you're demon possessed. Maybe that demon goes by the name of Paul Babka?
"A penny for your thoughts," David said, placing the fizzing glass under .her nose.
"Oh, thank you, dear," she said, taking the glass and gulping it down.
"Darling, you're shaking and your hand is cold as ice," David said with deep concern.
"David, I've scared!"
"What of?"
"I don't know, and that's what is scaring me the most! Hold me!" He did. "David, you'll never leave me, will you, my love?"
"Leave you? Why, I'd kill anyone or anything that came between us."
"Even if I went ... well, sort of crazy for a while?"
"I love you, Helen. Whatever happens, I'll see it through to the end. Hey, you're sounding very much like those actors on the soap operas. Are you sure you haven't been watching too much television?"
"Maybe that's it," she said, forcing a laugh. The doorbell rang.
"That's Sam," David said, kissing Helen tenderly on the lips. "He'll give you a magic pill and you'll be just as good as new."
Dr. Prior spent almost two hours examining Helen behind the closed door of their bedroom. David and Sharon kept themselves busy by preparing the steak and potatoes, eating together, and doing the dishes. They talked about her plans for the rest of the summer and his work at the photographic studio on an adult level they had never shared before.
When Dr. Prior emerged from the bedroom, they both attacked him. David with eager questions, and Sharon with a tray of food.
"No, Sharon," Sam told her, "your mother can't eat right now. She's fast asleep."
"Aw, can't I wake her up and show her what I .. . what we fixed and see if maybe she's not hungry?"
"No, not now. But don't be upset. She's going to need a lot of attention for the next few days. You're going to have to be her right hand."
"Can I be her nurse?" Sharon asked hopefully.
"Sure can. You make sure she gets her medicine and her meals. You're going to have to wait on her hand and foot."
"Oh, goody! And don't you worry, Daddy, I'll take good care of you, tool"
"I know you will, sweetheart," David said. "Now, put the food back in the refrigerator and off to bed. You've got to get your rest to handle all the work ahead of you."
"Okay. Can I fix her breakfast in the morning?"
"Of course."
"That's great!" She almost dropped the tray hurrying into the kitchen.
"I need to ask you some questions, David. Some personal questions."
"Sure, Sam, sit down. Can I fix you a drink?"
"No, thanks," he said, taking a seat on the couch. "Should I have one?"
"If you like. Don't look so worried. I don't think this is too serious."
"That's a relief," David said, lighting a cigarette as he sat beside the doctor.
"Does Helen complain much?"
"About what?"
"About anything."
"Never. She's never sick. She never complains about Sharon or her housework."
"Would you say she's a hard worker?"
"The hardest, yet it all seems so easy for her, I don't think she thinks of it as work. In addition to running the house, she's involved with a dozen community projects. You know when you need something done, you ask the busiest person? Well, she's the busiest person I know, and she seems to love it."
"What about your sex life?"
"What about it?" David asked, taking a deep draw from his cigarette.
'How often do you make lover
"Oh, three, maybe four times a week, I guess. It varies."
"Does she seem satisfied?"
"Yes. Totally. What are you driving at, Sam?"
"Bear with me for just another question or two. Does she ... suspect you of running around on her? Is she insecure about you sexually?"
"Not in the least. When I've not at work, I'm with Helen. We're one of those contented couples that you never read about in the newspapers. Frankly, there's not a moment in either of our schedules when we'd have the opportunity to fool around."
"This is rather sticky, but tell me about your love-making."
David felt very self-conscious and had trouble looking into Sam's eyes. "What do you want to know?"
"Is it rough or gentle? Frantic or easy? Quick or long-lasting?"
"Whew, that's a toughie. For the most part, it's very loving. Gentle. Easy. In time, anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour and a half."
"You said for the most part."
"That's the way it always is. Except for last night. I came home and found her in the bathtub. She was . well, she was masturbating. Rather ... diligently." A f quick smile of embarrassment flashed across David's face. "And then last night ... uh, she was unlike herself. Animal-like. Hungry. Sam, this is very difficult for me to talk about."
"I appreciate that, Dave, but go on. What you are telling me is important to determine how to treat Helen."
"Well, she ... she ate me alive, as the kids currently say in the streets. She was so aggressive, she hurt me." He pressed lightly just below his belt. "The area around my pubic bone is rather tender today. As opposed to making love, I think you could safely say she fucked me. Hard."
"And did you fuck back?"
"No. I just held on and rode it out."
"Did you come?"
"Yes, the first time I did. But later, after dinner, I couldn't keep up with her. She was too much for me. Now that you've got me stripped down to my bare libido, would you mind telling me what this is all about?"
"Surely. I try not to be too pat about these thing's, but the patterns seem pretty well established here. There's nothing physically wrong with Helen. Her bruises are quite superficial. There is no concussion. There has been no disturbance around the spinal cord. But she is definitely in a hypersexual state."
"How do you know?"
"Two ways. She was extremely modest in my presence. Now, I've examined Helen thirty or forty times, and she's never been that way before. I'm past sixty, Dave, and when her father died, I took on that role. I had a devil of a time getting her to disrobe just now, and when I did, I noticed her genitals were badly inflamed. Yet, when I spread the lips, she became highly aroused and there was an immediate flooding of the area. In layman's terms, she is in a high state of sexual arousal like a light switch locked in the 'on' position. Imagine that everyone has a rheostat and that Helen's has been damaged."
"How did she get that way and what can be done to turn her to the 'off' position?"
"I think her perfectionistic view of life is one of the root causes. Imagine her juggling a dozen plates. Your name is on one of the plates. Sharon represents another. The house another. The P.T.A. another, and so on. Let us say her poise is another. She's been juggling these plates for years and she has drawn her confidence as a woman from her ability to juggle them effortlessly. She never complains. That means she internalizes her imperfections.
"Then yesterday she tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. One of the plates fell. Now, the professional juggler will let it go, but not the perfectionist. Helen tried to pick it up and everything else fell down around her. She fought with Sharon, she broke a glass and she burned your dinner. She couldn't accept that she was weak from the fall, because she represses all weaknesses. Frustrated, she masturbates and you catch her. She makes love to you seeking forgiveness, but later she tries it again and fails to satisfy you, so 'she broods about it all night. Then today's comedy of errors put the icing on the cake. Now all her plates lie broken at her feet, they've cut to a commercial, and she's certain Johnny Carson will never ask her back on the show."
David laughed out loud. "That's the most elaborate diagnosis of a skinned knee I've ever heard in my life."
Sam gathered up his bag and stood up. "You can laugh if you like, Dave, but no one knows that beautiful woman in there any better than I do and today I don't know her at all. I want her to have total bed rest for a week. I've given her a sedative and I've going to keep her doped up until her rheostat starts working again. Do everything in your power to restore her faith in herself as a woman. Keep it light. Try to get her to understand that it is not only all right but preferable for her to make human errors. Seeking the reward of appreciation from you and those around her, she has become a well-oiled machine and is now in a state of total exhaustion from the work she has been producing."
"I think you're right, Sam," David told him, following him to the door. "You should have been a psychiatrist."
"I was until I gave up the faith."
"I didn't know that."
"You probably didn't know this, either. I love Helen as deeply as I love my own children. I'd die for her, Dave. She's the best."
"No one knows that any better than I do, Sam. Thanks a lot for stopping by."
"I'll be back first thing in the morning."
David talked to Connie to be sure everything was all right at the studio, and then he read Sharon to sleep. The house seemed dead when he crawled into bed next to Helen. It was so quiet it took him over an hour to fall asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
For the next week, Helen followed Sam Prior's instructions to the letter. She stayed in bed and let her family and friends cater to her every whim. She was her old self again to David, with the exception of the fact that the drug she was under rendered her totally uninterested in sex. That seemed a small price to pay to have the house filled with her laughter.
Jenny kept Helen up to date on all the community gossip. Her party had been a bit sensational in that jenny invited Gil Stanley so that she might sit back and watch how he related to Sid and Marilyn. She was happily shocked to report to Helen that both Gil and Marilyn behaved like prudes on a church picnic, while Sid and Gil's wife Brenda spent the evening flirting with each other.
Sharon helped her mother as much as a girl twice her age could have, and Connie spent double time between the house and the studio, caring for all three of them. Helen chided herself several times for letting herself think someone as sincerely thoughtful as Connie could ever try to undermine her.
All in all it was a delightful rest for Helen. The incident with Paul Babka seemed like something that had happened in another lifetime. There was an endless flow of cards, flowers, and visits from the literally hundreds of people she had befriended in Bay View. She was overwhelmed, as was David, by the extent of the feedback.
On the second day of her return to normal life, out of bed and off the medicine, she prepared David a special dinner. Wine. Candlelight. A new sexy gown. By the time she got him into bed, he felt as though he had been seduced by the most glamorous movie star in Hollywood history.
"Have you missed me?" she cooed, lightly stroking the length of his cock, which had sprung to full size the moment she had touched it.
"Very much, my darling. You are easily the most desirable woman I have ever seen in my life. The beautiful copper tones of your hair. The magnificent shades of green in your eyes. Your flawless skin. I'm not very good at this sort of thing, but I think you know what I mean."
"Not very good, huh? Would you like to know how wet my pussy is this moment?"
"That seems like an excellent idea," he said lazily, reaching over her flat taut stomach to pause for a moment in the thicket of her bush. "Now, if my memory serves me correctly, I believe the honey factory is somewhere in this area right ... oh, yesssss." He slipped his finger inside the moist satin passage and his cock produced a couple of drops of precoital liquid in her hand.
"I feel like a bride on my honeymoon," she whispered, licking his lips lightly before locking their lips together and exploring the inside of his mouth with her tongue.
He continued to finger-fuck her slowly, almost reverently, while Helen tightened her grip around his throbbing cock. Holding her fingers firmly on the underside passage, she coaxed up and out of him enough lubricant to cut the friction of her hand job to a minimum.
She kissed his eyes and ears, his neck and his chest, causing chill bumps to appear wherever her lips met his skin. Continuing downward, she kissed his ribs and traced a line across the sensitive area of his stomach with the tip of her tongue. She kissed the inside of his thighs and took long laps at his balls and the rocklike surface of his shaft before taking the head of his cock between her excited lips.
A flash of electricity shot through her the instant her tongue touched the satinlike surface of the head of his cock. As startled as if she had pushed her tongue into a light socket, she pulled away. There was no denying it -- that electric feeling was exactly the same sensation she felt that day in the elevator with Paul Babka.
"What is it, darling?" David asked.
"Shhhhh, nothing. Lie back and relax."
David did as she said, drawing his finger out of her pussy and touching her clit. Again, she was filled with, a flash of electricity and the vision of Paul Babka's cold black eyes.
"No, not ... not now," she said, maintaining her cool as she removed David's hand from her clit. "I want to do you first. I want to take my time and trace every vein in this magnificent cock."
"Help yourself," David said. "As long as I have equal time."
"We have all the time in the world, darling."
Helen waited for her heart to settle down before returning to his balls and licking her way back up to the head again. The muscle contractions in his legs told her she was tormenting him with her ultraslow pace, but that seemed much the lesser of two evils.
As one will stick only a toe into a piping hot tub, she flicked her tongue quickly against the head of his prick. The shock was less. Then again and again. She was adjusting to it, but the moan from David signaled that his tolerance level was very much in jeopardy.
Then Helen put the head of David's cock fully into her mouth, but kept it open wide enough to keep from actually touching it. Her hot breath drove David up the wall and he gathered two handfuls of sheet and held on for dear life.
"Bring back the bamboo shoots," he moaned. "The thumbscrews. I'll tell you anything you want to know, only not this. I'm coming apart at the seams!"
Slowly, in total control, she closed her mouth around the head of his cock, then let off, then back again until she was able to suck him without losing herself in Paul's image. His face was there, but it no longer frightened her. The smell of his musk was in her nostrils, but it didn't send her reeling as it had before.
Helen slowly slid her mouth up and down David's shaft with the deliberation of a snake shedding its skin. Lying on her stomach now, with her legs frozen together, she involuntarily hunched the bed slowly and could feel her juices ooze from her snapping cunt and flood the sheet beneath it.
"Honey?" David said through clenched teeth. "Hummmmm?"
"Oh! Oh! I think, you. better stop now."
She froze her mouth in place, feeling that extra degree of hardness that comes before orgasm, then slowly released him. "Why?" she teased him.
"You know why, you devil. Come up here and kiss me."
"Why, whatever are you talking about, my pet?"
"Oh, nothing, except one more pull of that sweet little mouth of yours, and I'll fill the whole bedroom with come. Is that what you want?"
"I can swim," she said, her mind quickly flashing over the alternatives. She had never wanted to be fucked so much in her life, but she doubted that she could exercise enough control to remain earthbound if she took his excited tool inside her pussy.
Moving her body a bit so that her back shielded David's view of what she was doing to him, she made three intense passes over the vulnerable head of David's dick. Any one of those sucks would have been enough to finish him, but she wanted to hit him hard and strong enough to prevent him from noticing that she would not be taking his come in her mouth.
The passes were lightning-quick, and David's body snapped out as taut as a railroad tie when his burdened balls exploded.
"OH, MY GOD IN HEAVEN! AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!" he shouted, his fists clenched, his eyes rolling, and his head flopping from side to side.
Continuing to suck the side of his shaft and making sure her wet fingers covered and massaged the head of his cock, she took his first shot of hot come directly on her cheek. She caught most of the second shot with her hand, but the third and forth shots sent loads of semen to her eyes and all the way to her forehead. Then she quickly covered his cock again with her mouth to take the last few drops, the taste of which she hoped would not trigger uncontrollable sexual frenzy within her.
"No more!" David shouted. "OH, GLORIOUS HEAVEN, NO MORE!"
As Helen somewhat expected, the taste of David's come immediately brought red flashing lights alive inside her head, and she was thrown back to that corner of the elevator. The cock she was sucking and the come she was swallowing belonged to Paul Babka.
But she held on. She froze in her position, fighting the situation with her will until the red lights subsided and all traces of Paul had vanished.
When she opened her eyes, Helen had already been positioned on her back by David, who quickly kissed her, then pulled back, wiping his own come from his mouth. "Darling, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! 'What a mess!"
"Don't be silly, my love," she reassured him with a confidant smile, spreading his come all over her face with her hand as if it were an expensive face cream.
"But ... but just look what I've done to you!"
"What have you done to me, David? I'm you're woman. I love you. And I love having your come on my face. I'm just sorry I didn't capture more of it with my mouth."
"It ... it doesn't bother you?"
"No, precious, I like it. I like everything that is a part of you."
"Oh, sweetheart, I've never had that kind of sensation in my life," he said, kissing her softly on the lips, then taking first one of her nipples in his mouth, then the other.
"There is nothing I wouldn't do to please you, David."
"Then you must let me eat you," he said, moving his mouth quickly toward her pussy. "You must let me drive you into the same delicious oblivion you just drove me."
"Rest first," she said, sitting up and rolling him over so that his head rested in her lap. She kissed his brow and placed her hand on his chest. "Your heart is pounding and you're soaking wet from perspiration. Rest first."
"But --"
"No buts. I'm fine. I'm totally satisfied. We'll do me tomorrow or another night."
"But I want to please you."
"Then let me watch you sleep as you have watched me so many nights," she said, stroking his brow with loving hands. "Sleep. Let everything go and sleep."
Helen's calmness of voice and her soft kisses soon soothed away all of David's objections. She rocked him gently in the cradle of her arms for less than a minute before be fell into a deep, trusting sleep.
CHAPTER FIVE
Morning could not come quickly enough for Helen. Whenever she turned her energies away from David so that she might sleep, he, still in his sleep, would seek her out and cling to her for the affection a small boy craves from his absent mother.
She was up at the crack of dawn, showering, dressing, cleaning, cooking, and getting Sharon off on a field trip to the Bronx zoo.
David grinned through breakfast like a Cheshire cat, talking about how he and Helen were going to soften their heavy work load and travel together.
"So I asked myself this morning, `What are you knocking yourself out for? You're still working just as hard as you did in the city.' It's true, you know. We came here to bay View to get some of the strain off us, but we've fallen back into the same rut we were in when we lived on Second Avenue.
"Let's try to break our habit patterns. Let's try to get away from the house at least one weekend a month during the summer, and as often as possible when Sharon is in school. Let's jump in the car right now and drive up to Mystic, Connecticut."
"We can't. Sharon's spending the day at the Bronx Zoo and she would be very upset to come home and find her parents missing."
"Okay, how about tomorrow? Connie can handle the studio on Monday and Tuesday. That'll give us three days together. How about it?"
"I'd love that," she said, giving him a hug before clearing the table in front of him.
"Great! Now, how about spending the rest of the day with me in bed?"
"You're terrible! Nothing would make me happier, but you know Saturday is your busiest day at work; and if I don't return those two insane dresses to Saks today, I could lose credit for them."
"What insane dresses? I've never seen you in an insane dress."
"Well, these are. You know what happens to me every spring. This year I bought two sundresses that could not possibly be worn by anyone over the age of sixteen, except to a masquerade party."
"All right," David said with a pout. "I'll hurry up with my work, and you take care of yours. We'll get an early start in the morning and be nibbling lobster tomorrow evening. Check?"
"Check!"
Helen literally had to lead David by the hand to his car, and as she watched him drive out of sight she was hit by the full realization of what she must do that day. There were no dresses to return to Saks. She had lied to David so that she could drive to Manhattan to remove the control held over her by one Paul Babka.
* * *
"Mrs. Babka?" Helen asked the striking Indian woman who opened the door of Apartment 3D at 440 Horatio Street in Greenwich Village.
"Yes?"
"Is Mr. Babka in?"
"Yes, who shall I say is calling?"
"Well, my name is Helen Campion, but Mr. Babka -- "
"Oh, yes, do come in," she said, opening the door the rest of the way. "We've been expecting you."
Knowing that the woman had mistaken her for someone else, Helen smiled and walked past her, purposely not correcting her. She'd been nervous about how to gain access to Paul's apartment and was happy to use his wife's mistake to her advantage.
Helen was led into a living room that was unlike any she had ever seen. There were no chairs or couches in the large room, only large cushions arranged around a round table, which was made from a slice from a giant sequoia tree. Billowy sheets of Indian fabric covered the ceiling, tapestries over the windows shut out the sunlight, and a magnificent Indian rug covered most of the floor.
"Nice ... place you have here," Helen said, sifting on a cushion. Not knowing whether or not to take off her shoes, she tried to keep her feet out of sight under the table.
'Thank you, would you care for tea?" Mrs. Babka asked. Dressed in a beautiful brown and orange madras robe, she was tall and very thin with huge black eyes. Her cold black hair was pulled back and held in place with jeweled combs. Her skin was quite dark and flawless.
"No, nothing, thank you."
"How is Sharon?"
Startled by her question, Helen couldn't think of an answer.
"That is your daughter's name, is it not?"
"Yes ... yes, of course, Mrs. Babka."
"You may call me Taija, Mrs. Campion."
"And you may call me Helen. Have you met Sharon?"
"No, but Crystal has spoken often of her. As you may or may not know, our daughter is quite shy, the opposite of Sharon, whose openness has taught Crystal not to fear the other children so much. You must be very proud that Sharon mixes so well with new people."
"I am, thank you," Helen said, searching her brain for any mention of Crystal by Sharon and finding none. "Forgive me, I certainly don't mean to be rude, but I couldn't help but notice there are no lamps in this room. Is there a religious reason for all the candles?"
"No, my husband wants it this way. The sunlight fades our furnishings, and Paul will not allow anything but natural light wherever his paintings are displayed. If I may share a family secret, I think the fact that he hates Con Edison lies at the base of his philosophy."
Both women laughed and much of the anxiety Helen had been feeling vanished. "Are all of these Mr. Babka's works?"
"Yes, I can see that you have not seen his work before. His style is unmistakable, seeped in sensuality much more intense than that of any other living artist. Note the one immediately behind you."
Helen turned and saw a painting of three people making love in a graveyard. The man was eating one of the young women who, in turn, was eating the other woman,. who was eating the man. There was no doubt that Paul had painted himself in this picture. "Oh ... oh, yes, I see what you mean," Helen said, automatically covering her mouth with her hand, having been shocked by the heaviness of the work. The man's face was etched with pain, while the expressions on the women's faces were similar to those of frightened wildcats. The cock of the man, almost a foot in length, was heavily veined and wrinkled. Leatherlike. On close inspection, Helen discovered the hair on the women's pussies were thin black snakes.
"After you get to know my husband a little better, his work won't startle you."
Surely she doesn't know about our sex scene in the elevator. After that, how could anything Paul Babka painted shock me? Or did, for that matter. "No, Taija, the theme didn't shock me. I was just startled by the fact that I hadn't noticed the painting when I came in, but then, that was before my eyes had adjusted to the dark. Where's Crystal?"
"She is with a young woman called Laurie attending a children's concert'at Lincoln Center."
"Does Laurie live here, too?"
"Yes, she does."
"A relative?"
"Only in a spiritual sense. Laurie is Paul's mistress. "Really," Helen said nonchalantly.
"And my lover as well."
"I see," Helen said, not able to see it at all. "I'm always interested in hearing about lifestyles that are different from my own."
"God damn son-of-a-bitch, Taija, where the fuck are my new brushes!" Paul shouted, bursting into the room like a stormtrooper. He wore only a pair of old jeans cut at the knees. There were dabs of paint matted in the hair on his chest.
His irate expression mellowed considerably when be saw Helen sitting there. "Oh, hello, Helen," he said, bending over her and kissing her quickly on the lips before she had a chance to react one way or the other. "How long have you been waiting?"
"Only a few minutes."
"Why didn't you call first? Oh, I know, you were afraid."
"Why ... why, whatever would I be afraid of?"
"That was you that called last week and didn't speak to me, wasn't it?"
"I ... I ... "
"Never lie to me, Helen. David might buy your shit, but believe me, I'm simply not in the market."
"But ... but, how did you know that T called?"
Paul took the brushes Taija handed him from a table near the door to his studio. "How was Sharon's Ply?"
"Oh, that ... well, she ... that is, I was quite ill last week. We had to call the party off."
"Uh huh," Paul said sarcastically to let her know he didn't believe a word of it. "Don't ever call me like that again! Do I make myself clear?" he asked, pointing a brush at her.
Totally flustered by having been put on the defensive, Helen sprang to her feet. "I don't have to take this kind of abuse from you!" she exclaimed, glaring at him.
Paul's expression could not have been colder had it been chiseled from a block of ice. "There's the front door, kid. Use it."
He calmly walked back to his studio and closed the door behind him.
Helen just stood there shaking. She wanted to scream, but couldn't. She wanted to bolt through the front door and forget that she had ever seen this monster who had invaded her privacy in ways no other living being had. Suddenly, almost tripping over herself, she raced to the studio door and beat upon its metal surface.
"I'm not finished with you, Paul Babka!" she shouted, continuing to hammer the heavy door with her fists. "Come back out here this instant!"
"Please try to control yourself, Helen," Taija said, most comfortingly. "This door is as solid as that of a bank vault. He cannot hear a sound inside."
"How can you live with such a man? He's ... he's 'nothing but an animal!"
Taija touched the back of Helen's neck with the warmest hands she had ever felt. Her level of anxiety immediately dropped several degrees.
"Come, sit with me again," Taija said softly, brushing her breasts slightly across Helen's shoulder blades. "Have tea with me. We'll talk."
Helen followed her back to the cushion feeling very light. Though she had never had anything more than surface physical contact with another woman, and remembering that Taija was a confessed bisexual, Helen surprised herself by turning around and greeting the willowy exotic lady with a full-bodied embrace without compunction. Taija kissed her cheek and the lobe of her ear lovingly while she seemingly absorbed all of Helen's negatively-charged energy.
Following Taija back to the conversation circle, Helen was as lightheaded as though she had had a few drinks. She seemed to float onto the cushion while Taija poured her a cup of mint tea.
"What did you do to me just then?" Helen 'sighed, swerving a bit. "I feel so high."
"I did nothing except greet an old friend whom I have never met in your current form."
"Ah ha, reincarnation! I don't believe in it."
"How do you feel?" Taija beamed, hiding much of her smile behind her teacup.
"Simply marvelous," Helen answered after a soothing swallow of the hot liquid. "Light. Like a child."
"Realize then that you are a child in our ways. Or, I should say, my way, insomuch as Paul has his own view of the Universe. Sometimes feeling can be much more important than believing."
"I can't get over the contrast between you and Paul. How can you put up with his arrogant behavior?"
"Paul is an artist. He is many men rolled up in one. His arrogance is important to his work. So it was with Paul Gauguin. How many of the thousands who deify him would like to have had him over for dinner?"
Helen glanced back at the erotic painting behind her. "No offense, but how can you compare something like this to the work of Gauguin?"
"I do not compare the work of any two artists. It would be little more than a foolish pastime to do so. However if you must be impressed, realize that a piece of Paul's work can be found in every museum in Manhattan. It is the gallery people he clashes with. We have very little money because of Paul's attitudes towards commercializing his work."
"How can you afford to send Crystal to ballet school?"
"Paul made a trade with Mrs. Thomas. And Crystal is able to attend the concert today only because of Laurie."
"How long will he be in there?"
"An hour, perhaps longer. You have stimulated him to work with your fiery temper. I have heard that all redheaded people have quick tempers. Is that true?"
"I am very slow to anger, but your husband seems to have a knack for pushing me over the edge."
"I know," Taiia said, smiling. "That is why I do not react to his antics. Paul is my superior in physical strength and the logical workings of the mind. One is foolish to try to extinguish a forest fire with an eyedropper."
The women continued to discuss their philosophies and family life. The three hours they sat and talked together flashed by like lightning for Helen, who grew quite fond and respectful of Taija as they compared points of view. She was particularly taken with Taija's matter-of-fact attitudes toward sex.
"Hopefully, the Americans will someday wake up to the fact that sexual contact is a glorious way to celebrate life rather than a weapon to be used by one sex against the other or by individuals hoping to play shepherd to a flock of sheep."
A glorious way to celebrate life, huh? That clinches it. She knows nothing at all about my encounter with Paul. Sex is nothing more than a battle to men like him. And women are nothing more than the spoils of that battle. Poor lovely Taija is wasting her beauty on a pig like Paul, and isn't even aware of it.
Helen felt a shiver pass over her as Paul entered the room and sat between the women. "Fantastic session!" he said, seeming to be in most happy spirits as he took a large gulp of tea directly from the pot. "You should drop by more often, Helen. I'm amazed that someone as generally inept as you are could inspire me to such a frantic burst of creativity."
Helen eyed him closely, trying to see some clue to the puzzle of her past attraction to him. She found his nose, which had been badly misshapen by a lifetime of barroom brawling, to be especially repugnant to her. His forehead was too high, partially because his head was too large for the size of his body. His eyes, now only two black olive pits hiding behind snakelike eye slits, were much too widespread to suit her taste. Again, there was no single feature of his, much less the combination, that she could, in any way, call attractive.
"Are you trying to see what you see in me?"
"Oh, excuse me. I didn't mean to stare."
"Well, you're looking in the wrong place, my dear," he said, slipping out of his shortened jeans in a flash. "This is what you came back for." He held his large cock and balls in the cup of his hand as though offering it to her as a gift.
"Mr. Babka, that is the most vulgar display of bad manners I have ever experienced! Quit acting like a child and put your pants back on!"
"Methinks the lady cloth protest too much," Paul said, wearing a demoniacal smile. With his eyes glued upon hers, he licked his palm and began to stroke his limber cock, which quickly arched upward like a yawning serpent. "How have you been, Helen?"
"Is there any anyplace we can talk?"
"Sure. Right here. I hope you don't mind. but I told Taija all about our little scene in the elevator last week. Any man who hides anything from his wife is a fool."
Helen's face flushed as red as the roses on her low-cut summer dress. "You what?"
"Don't think me indiscreet, but after all, you did rape me and I felt so dirty afterwards I had to tell someone about it."
"I raped you! That's a laugh!"
"I thought so, too. I laughed my ass off for two days. As a rapist, you're really quite pathetic."
"You liar! Taiia. do you believe him?"
"Paul doesn't lie, Helen. He believes that lying is the single most demeaning act a man can commit against himself. Tell me what happened in the elevator."
"I ... I don't really know," Helen said, visibly shaken by the disclosure of an experience she had tried so hard to repress.
"Then you're not sure who raped whom, are you?"
"Of course, I'm sure! I couldn't aggress a man sexually if my life depended on it."
Paul laughed, continuing to jerk off. His cock had now reached its full size, and he wielded it in her direction like a billy club.
"Did you fuck?" Taija asked her.
"What?"
"Did you and Paul fuck?"
Helen's head was swimming. No matter how hard she tried to avert her eyes, she couldn't help staring at Paul's cock, which he waved about so it was like a cobra dancing in the candlelight. "Yes ... yes, we flicked. God in Heaven, forgive me."
"Who fucked whom?" Taija asked.
"What do you mean? We fucked each other."
"Did he throw you. down and jump on top of you?"
"No ... no, I think I ... yes, I was on top of him."
"Where were his hands?"
"Tucked behind his head. He just looked at me, like the Devil himself, just the way he is doing now. Wearing that ... that smirk. I ... I can't think straight. Did you put something in the tea? LSD. or something?"
"No," Taija said, pouring herself another cup, "we have all been drinking it. Back to the elevator for a moment. Did Paul have a weapon?"
"No."
"Did he threaten you?"
"I don't think so. Wait ... yes, he did. He said he'd beat the living shit out of me, those were his exact words!"
"If what?"
"If ... if I didn't swallow his come."
"When did he say that?"
"After I had sucked him off. I tried to spit out the come and he wouldn't let me."
"All right, let's see if we have all the facts. You fucked him, then you sucked him off, and he made you swallow the come. I believe you. Paul is most fussy about what becomes of his semen after it has left his body. Did you enjoy it?"
"I hated it!" Helen shouted, bursting into tears.
Taija quickly sprang to her side and put her arms around her, stroking her brow and holding her close to her chest. Helen could feel Taija's nipple harden under her cheek through the fabric of her robe, and she clung to the tawny lady as one who is drowning would cling to a piece of debris.
"Now, now," Taija hummed in her ear, "there is no need to be afraid here. No one will hurt you here."
"Ask ... ask him where he knows me from," Helen whispered.
"Where do you know her from?"
"As far as I know," Paul said, bored with Helen's show of weakness, "the rape was our introduction."
"But he ... he said he knew me," Helen said, afraid to open her eyes.
"Paul is very perceptive. He reads the essence of a person very quickly. He can see so deeply into the soul of a person it can be most upsetting. I'm used to it. It happens all the time. Though it seems he has touched you harder than most. Why did you do it, Paul?"
"What the fuck did I do? This lady came on to me like a bitch in heat, and I had a little fun. Besides, I've never been raped in an elevator before. Other than the fact that she hasn't the sexual experience of a three-year-old, it was kind of nutty. What did I do? Shit, you put two cunts in the same room and you've got instant women's liberation. When the fuck are you people going to realize just how limited you are in the presence of a real man?"
Helen sprung back into action, pulling away from Taija and hurling herself to within inches of Paul's naked frame, with her fists clinched and her green eyes spitting fire. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!! I can't sleep! I can't eat! I can't do my house-work, I scream at my daughter, I can't make love to my husband without your awful face haunting me, pulling at my insides! I need your help, god damn it! Help me get free from you!"
"Are you sure?" he asked, loving every second of it.
"YES, I'M SURE!!"
"Don't you think you're a little confused?" he asked, wiggling his enormous prick at her. "Don't you think you'd really rather have a little taste of this beautiful hunk of fresh meat? Go ahead, have a go at it. You've caught me in a benevolent mood. Suck it, cunt. Lower your lips around this masterpiece. You'll love it. It'll calm you down."
Helen's eyes filled with fear and she winced with pain, afraid to keep looking into Paul's eyes and more afraid to look down at his free-standing cock.
"Do it," he teased her. "Remember how it felt recoiling from the explosion of hot come rushing into your mouth? Just taste it."
"No, no, I don't want to."
"Fine," Paul said, reaching for his pants. "I'll be going back to work, now"
"No, don't go! Not yet. I -- " She stopped herself. In reaching out to stop him, she accidentally brushed his cock with her hand. She touched it again. Then held it, still looking in his eyes, feeling the living rigid muscle sending heat impulses into her fingers.
Slowly, Helen lowered her gaze. My God, he's right. I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life. No, it's a trick! He's evil! His cock is probably the most evil thing about him. But I can't let him go. Part of me is inside him. I must get me back!
Helen took the mighty head of Paul's cock between her lips and circled it quickly with her tongue. Her heartbeat could not have increased more had she pushed a living torch into her mouth. Suddenly her mouth so filled with saliva that some flowed out of the corners of her mouth as she began to slurp and suck his arrogant cock like a hungry wolf cub at its mother's teats.
Helen heard the snap of Paul's fingers, but she didn't see him beckon to Taija to join them. She held Paul's balls, then planted a line of wet kisses down the shaft of his cock and sucked, first one ball, then the other, gently into her mouth.
Taija silently slipped her robe over her head. No woman approaching forty could look better than she did. Her full, perfectly symmetrical tits showed not the first sign of sagging. Flawless skin and a waist so tiny it could be easily encircled by average-sized man's hands.
Taija's pulse quickened as she kneeled over Helen's extended legs and pulled Helen's dress up over her ass. She slid her long patient fingers up the back of Helen's thigh and under her panties, rubbing her cheek in a slow circular motion, comforting her, pushing her lightly to start her hunching her pussy against the cushion under her.
There was no way Helen could have stopped what had already been put in motion. She moaned as she took Paul's cock as deeply into her throat as she could, now hunching the cushion faster, wanting the electric fingers on her ass to probe further, to rip the panties from her haunches and enter her throbbing pussy.
Paul sat up a bit and pulled the straps of Helen's dress down over her shoulders. Then he reached in to massage her tits. Her nipples became like points of hot steel in his calloused palms.
"Get her panties off," Paul commanded Taija. "I want to watch you wrap your tongue around her clit. I want to feel her reaction in my cock when you do."
Taija tugged at Helen's panties, twisting her torso as she pulled them down and off her lovely legs. When that task was completed, Taija lifted one of her feet to her lips and kissed her toes, darting her tongue between each pair.
"Oh, my god, my god, what are you doing to me?" she asked, her breath coming faster.
"Don't look back," Paul told her, bringing her face back to his cock. "You've got plenty to keep you occupied up here. Taija knows what she's doing. You just keep on sucking. Don't pay her any attention."
By the time Taija had thoroughly kissed and licked every sensitive spot on Helen's feet, Helen was lost in Paul's cock. In addition to sucking and licking it as though it were an ice cream cone soon to be snatched from a baby's lips, she got all ten fingers working on his balls and that part of his cock she didn't happen to be kissing that instant. She wanted to swallow the rock-hard prick in her mouth. She wanted to absorb it into her system so that it would be hers. But, most of all, she wanted Paul Babka to come. She was ravenous for a hot jet of his come to spurt into her mouth so that she might swallow it down to her moaning stomach.
Taija headed north, planting kisses along Helen's calves while massaging her legs with the perfect touch to ease all muscular tension. She paused to flutter her tongue in hummingbird fashion in that sensitive crevice behind Helen's knees. Then onward to her sleek thighs where the fun really began.
The closer Taija got to Helen's pussy, the more excited and at the same time afraid Helen became, especially because of the slow, painstaking route Taija was traveling. On the one hand, Helen was horrified by the concept of another woman eating her pussy, while on the other hand, she was totally captivated by this perfect pearl of a woman and the forcefield of warmth surrounding her.
Helen could feel Taija's tongue and lips triggering minute explosions along her inner thighs. Her opportunity to direct her attentions to Paul's cock was the only thing that saved her from screaming her head off.
Paul, of course, was in tune with everything that was going on before him. When Helen's attentions was diverted to the heavy oral stimulation she was getting from Taija, all he had to do to reel Helen back was to wiggle his hips a bit and fuck her mouth. She had no defense against this motion and would invariably return to her cocksucking with new wind and even wilder abandon.
Taija was getting closer. Carefully turning Helen onto her back without disturbing the angle Helen had on Paul's cock, Taija clamped her hot lips around Helen's hamstring less than an inch from her pussy. She sucked this cordlike muscle while her cheek brushed against Helen's cunt hair. Then she darted her tongue quickly around Helen's pubic patch and feasted on the hamstring on the other side.
"Come, Paul. Please come," Helen beseeched him, doubting whether her heart could stand his coming at the same time Taija decided to zero-in on her clit. "Give it to me, give me your come, give it to me," she repeated, muttering her words as she continued to slide her lips up and down his prick, hoping to break his concentration, hoping to push him past his controls so the floodgates would open.
"Ohhhhhhhh, I don't know," he said. "I had forgotten what lousy head you give. I don't really think you deserve my come today."
"But, I'm trying! I really am!"
"I'm not criticizing the energy output of your effort. My god, your face is so red I believe I could fry an egg on it. But so much of your energy is lost due to inexperience. You're putting it out, baby, but I just ain't getting it. Your mouth and tongue action is really bad. Try to get in touch with me. Don't just chomp on that thing like it was a salami, find my level and dance with me, for crissakel"
Helen's hair was soaking wet now. She pushed a mat of it out of her eyes. "I'll try harder. The moment I think I've found you, you seem to move on to other places. I want your come! I want it so badly, surely you can stay in one place long enough for me to ... AAARRRGGGHHHHHHI"
Taija hit it. She spread the lips of Helen's pussy to let her clit wander out as far as it dared, then fell upon it with her mouth, licking, sucking, lightly gnawing it. Helen's orgasm consumed her. White heat flashed out through her system in all directions from her clit. There was nothing she could do at first except open her eyes and mouth as widely as possible and scream.
As Taija continued to lap and suck her exposed clit, bringing on wave after wave of intense pleasure, Helen fell back upon Paul's cock, brought there through the guidance of Paul's hands behind her bead. She sucked him with all her might.
"Suck it, cunt! Suck it like you never sucked cock before in your life and maybe, just maybe, if you make up for lost time and really do it well, I'll shoot off in your worthless mouth!"
"Come, damn you!" Helen shouted, glaring up in his eyes with pure disgust. "Give it to me now! I want it now! Let it go or I'll chew this thing right down to a bloody stub!"
"Wrong thing to say," Paul said, pulling out of her mouth and spinning out of her reach.
"Oh, no, don't leave me! Please, god, don't take it away from me! Oooooohhhhhhhhhh, shit! Taijal Please, you're driving me crazy, Taija! Oh, Taija! Oh, sweet beautiful Taija! I don't know how much more I can STAAAAANDII"
Taija lapped lower, leaving Helen's clit to send her tongue quickly into the depths of Helen's pussy. Pushing Helen's legs up and out, she provided herself with as much access to the inside of Helen's cunt as possible. She drank deeply of her juices and flashed her tongue inside the screaming woman from every angle with quick, dartlike plunges that stimulated a veritable gusher of Helen's love liquid.
Paul sat in the corner puffing from a hash pipe and watching the women with casual interest. Helen was now in a state of constant orgasm, and Paul found mild amusement in the fact that Helen was so totally out of control, that anyone could do anything they wished to her at that moment.
Taija ate Helen's snapping cunt without pausing for the next thirty minutes. Helen now lay totally spent; only an occasional involuntary jerk let the others know she was still alive.
Taija left the nest of Helen's cunt and worked further upward, exciting Helen's stomach with her tongue and her erect nipples. She stimulated a sudden rush of gooseflesh when she reached Helen's ribs, first kissing them thoroughly, then teasing them with circular motions of her tits.
Taija spent a lot of time with Helen's tits, toying with them playfully like a kitten, pressing one of her nipples into her mouth until it hardened, then spitting it out.
"You're so incredibly beautiful," Helen whispered to her when their eyes met. "Truly unbelievable. Your eyes are so full of life. I swear, there's an aura of light around your lovely face."
"I love to make love," Taija said softly, lightly kissing Helen's cheek and temple as she held her own body up over Helen's without touching her. "I take on an enormous amount of energy whenever I really get into it."
"I wish I could say the same. You've got me so beautifully spent I don't think I could move my little finger if the apartment was on fire."
"Maybe this will revive you," Taija said, kissing Helen fully on the mouth. Then she searched the fairer woman's mouth with her tongue, bringing forth a moan of pleasure. They sucked each other's tongue and touched each other's face like blind women trying to discover what a loved one looked like.
Taija slowly lowered her body onto Helen's, keeping enough pressure on her knees to be able to brush her pussy back and forth across Helen's, giving her an entirely new form of delight.
It was Helen's turn to give. She bucked upward, with her hands firmly pressing downward on Taija's buttocks, making close popping contact against Taija's clit with her pubic bone.
"Ohhhhh, yes, I can feel that," Taija said, shuddering before she had her first small orgasm. "I can feel that all the way to my toes."
"Yes," Helen said with a smile, "but can you feel it in your clit?"
"Most assuredly," Taija answered.
That was all Helen needed to know. She locked her legs around Taija and rolled the smaller woman over onto her back with ease. Then she began kissing Taija's neck, shoulders and arms. She sucked each of the beautiful Indian's fingers into her mouth and worked on them as though they were cocks.
On to her breasts. Helen licked and sucked them, paying special attention to the soft valley between them. She licked her armpits and kissed her ribs, then her stomach, then plunged her tongue deeply into Taija's waiting cunt.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Taija exclaimed, taking short quick breaths with each of the lightning-quick thrusts of Helen's tongue. "The clit! Higher! Eat my clit!"
Helen obeyed, leaning into it as she flicked Taija's clit with her tongue as fast as she could.
"Oh, yes! Oh, more! Don't stop!" Taija moaned, expressing her first open emotions of the day as she locked her slim thighs around Helen's neck and hunched against her mouth to match the rhythm of Helen's sucking. "Turn around! Let me get at your sweet-tasting cunt!"
Without losing mouth-to-clit contact, Helen slipped free from Taija's leghold and moved her body over Taija's in the reverse position, then straddled her face.
Both women became a sea of thrashing arms and legs, each trying to top the other as though locked in a pussy-eating contest.
"Oh, my god, what's that?!" Helen shouted.
"Only me," Paul said, grinning broadly as he rammed his cock into Helen's pussy from behind. Taija continued to lick Helen's clit as her husband's balls slid over her forehead and nose.
"Oh, yes, fuck met Fuck me! Oh, I've coming! I've coming! I'M COMING!" Helen screamed, feeling the huge prick racing in and out of her while her clit was burning with delight from the heavy treatment Taija was giving it with her mouth and torrid tongue.
Paul almost came when Helen's pussy muscles clamped around his cock and squeezed him like the fingers of a child squeezing a toothpaste tube with full force,. but he paused to prevent her from getting him off.
"What's the matter, cocksucker?!" Helen yelled back at him after sucking Taija off one more time. "Afraid you might blow it?! Afraid you might come at a normal time, in a normal way, like a normal man?!"
"Why you brazen little slut!" he shouted back at her, returning to a robust flicking pace. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream for mercy!"
After a couple of minutes of torrid rear-entry fucking, Paul slapped Helen's ass smartly, then pulled his bright red cock out of her and rolled off Taija and onto the rug. Before she could get her bearings, he was on top of her, fucking her harder and more deeply than she had ever been fucked in her life.
Paul braced himself away from her with his arms while continuing to prod her without concern. All she could do was hang on and fuck back as best she could, watching the veins bulge out of his muscular biceps.
"Don't ever challenge me, pig. I can fuck like this all day and all night. Can you?"
"No ... no, I can't," she moaned, finding it difficult to get her breath. "I've sorry. You win. Mercy. Give me MERCY! Oh, my god, I'm coming again, I've COMMMMMING APART!"
"Only the beginning, sweetheart," he said coldly, creating more friction than her lubrication could keep up with as he slammed his cock inside her with great fury.
"Your face!" she exclaimed, drawing a hand over her mouth. "Your face changed! Now I know where I've seen you before!"
"Where?"
"Only in pictures, but there is no mistake about it! You're the Devil himself!"
"Lady, you're crazy!"
"Paul, you must stop, now! You're hurting me! I can't hang on much longer! Please, come! Just this once! Let me feel your come inside me!"
In one last-gasp effort, Helen threw her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, planted a head-reeling kiss dead center on his lips, and fucked him back as bard as she could, using energy she didn't even know she had to try to suck the come from his pounding cock with the strong vacuum of her cunt. She bore down on her pussy muscles so hard, she felt she might break his cock in half.
"You're really not worth it, you stupid shit, but you may as well know what heaven really feels like at least once before you die!"
With that Paul Babka's cock erupted with such force, and the onrushing come caused enough expansion against the taut muscles of Helen's cunt, that she felt her pussy had just been pried open with a crowbar and hot molten lead had been poured inside.
Helen's eyes popped wide open, her chin dropped down to her chest, and she tried to scream, but nothing would come out. Her last mighty orgasm of the day was so vast she couldn't utter a sound to attest to its having arrived. All she could do was stare through totally puzzled eyes directly into the cold stare of Paul and quietly pass out.
When he was certain that she couldn't hear him, Paul let out a yelp that was loud enough to shatter glass and had been pent up inside him those few, seemingly eternal seconds since the flood of come started pumping through his cock.
Paul fell off Helen's unconscious frame and rolled over onto his back. "Now, that's what I call a sensational mid-afternoon fuck!" he shouted with glee, after his heartbeat had subsided a bit.
"Are you happy, my darling?" Taija said, scampering to him and laying across his heaving chest.
Paul kissed his wife hard. "I ... am ... delighted!" He shouted, nuzzling her neck in a friendly fashion. "But if you tell her that, you'll have to find yourself another place to live."
CHAPTER SIX
It was eight P.M. before Helen was awakened by Laurie, acid she could have slept on through the night without any difficulty at all.
"Where am I?" Helen asked the petite blonde young woman sitting next to her on the strange bed. The room was done in delicate pastel blues, greens, and yellows. The frilly white-oak canopied bed, the deep, lush, pale blue carpet, and the tiny yellow floral print on the one wall that was papered gave the large light bedroom the ultrafeminine look Helen had seen so often in magazines like Better Homes and Gardens. "And who are you?"
The girl, barely in her twenties, laughed, showing perfect teeth and bright blue eyes. Her skin was milk-white. "Forgive me for laughing, but you look like Sleeping Beauty upon waking up in the castle with the prince. My name is Laurie Witherspoon. I live here with the Babkas."
"Oh, yes, Taija told me about you."
"I wasn't kidding when I called you Sleeping Beauty. You're even more lovely than Taija told me. This is my bedroom. You feel asleep in the living room. Paul moved you in here so you'd be more comfortable."
"What time is it?"
"About eight."
"Oh, my god, I've got to get home! My husband doesn't know where I am!"
Laurie slid back the door on a long closet, revealing enough clothes to open a small boutique, and took out Helen's dress. "I hung it for you," she said, standing barely five feet tall.
"Thank you," Helen said, holding the pale yellow sheet around her bosom, wondering how she was going to get up without exposing her nakedness to the girl.
"Please don't be modest on my account," Laurie said, hooking the hanger on the top of the canopy. "Nudity is a way of life in this apartment."
"How was the concert?"
"Simply beautiful. There was this beautiful kingdom haunted by wicked fairies, and the princess fell under the spell of one of them."
Helen couldn't help but see the parallel in Laurie's story and what was happening to her. Laurie continued to tell her every detail of the children's fantasy while Helen found the courage to throw back the covers and get her dress. Laurie acted out every part in the story she was telling with childlike grace, never taking her eyes off Helen's sleek body.
Helen was both amused and flattered by the girl's attention to her. Not at all put off by by the obvious fact that Laurie was making love to her with her eyes, Helen even found herself performing a bit to the melody of Laurie's voice. She posed for Laurie, teasing her by first hiding, then exposing her breasts, then her pubic patch, in a calculated fashion.
"And then the stalwart king sent for his bravest knight and -- "
"Excuse me, Laurie, but where are Paul and Taija?"
"Oh, they went out. They'll be back shortly. I'm sure they'll be upset if you don't stay."
"May I use your phone?"
"Surely."
Helen's fingers were shaking as she dialed her home number. David bought her lie, Yes, he was upset that she hadn't called him earlier, but it would be okay with him that she have dinner with her friends from college she said she had bumped into while shopping. She promised not to stay out too late and hung up.
When she turned back around to talk to Laurie, she saw her stretched out on the bed totally naked, anxious to get back into her story.
"It's been such a long, hot day," Laurie said. "I'm going to take a shower. Would you care to join me?"
"I'd like that," Helen told her, feeling the warmth of acceptance coming from the pretty little girl. Helen was quite taken with her young, still-developing breasts; her curvesome body; and her pretty pussy with its silken hair, which reminded Helen of cotton candy dyed golden.
"Good, now where was I?"
"The king sent for his knight."
"Thank you. And this was the bravest, tallest, most blue-eyed, blondest knight in the entire realm."
She's crazy! A precious jewel of a girl still living in a world ruled by Mother Goose. Probably from a rich family. Strange pixie that she is she sure is a pretty thing. I've never seen such perfect skin. I wonder what it would feel like to kiss those tiny nipples. Now, stop that! Don't mistake innocence for an invitation. And what are you thinking about that for anyway? A few hours ago you sucked your first pussy. Are you now ready to take on the entire female sex? Of course not.
Helen felt like a dirty old woman as she followed Laurie into her bathroom with her eyes fixed upon the seductive twitch of her cute little ass. It was impossible for Helen to deal with the conflicting emotions within herself. Part of her most definitely wanted to make love to Laurie, while another part wanted to wash her brain out with soap for entertaining such ideas in the first place.
" ... but the King of the Wicked Fairies had no power over the love between the prince and the princess, so he disappeared in a puff of smoke, and they lived happily ever after. What do you think?"
"Sounds like a lovely story, but I thought it was a concert rather than a ballet."
"Oh, it was," Laurie said, stepping into the shower and turning on the water. "They just played the music. The story happened in my head."
"Well, you have a marvelous imagination," Helen said, stepping into the shower.
Laurie embraced Helen, clinging to her the way Sharon did when she wanted affection. She kissed the tops of Helen's tits, then rested her cotton head between them while openly fondling the backs of Helen's thighs and her ass with the touching technique she had learned from Taija. "And you have a marvelous body, Helen."
"Thank you," Helen said, slowly walking Laurie backwards under the water, like two spent marathon dancers. The feeling of Laurie's taut stomach rubbing against her clit rekindled the same churning excitement Taija had triggered within her earlier that day. She lathered the younger woman's hair with shampoo and gave her a vigorous scalp rub to take her mind off the growing fire in her cunt.
Laurie soaped Helen's back and washed her asshole, performing that highly personal service as naturally as shaking hands. No one, not even David, had ever touched her asshole before and she stiffened up a bit at first. It was a brand new feeling for her, one she liked in spite of the conflict in her mind. She reciprocated and Laurie beamed with pleasure. Her nipples immediately became hard against Helen's ribs.
After carefully rinsing the area with clear water, Laurie then massaged Helen's cunt. Her hand was so tiny, she could get four of her fingers past the tight opening of Helen's cunt and work inside her in a slow fucking motion. She stimulated her clit with the other hand, flicking it gently with her fingertips, taking special care not to hurt her with her nails.
"You're such a beautiful little wood nymph," Helen told her softly. "What are you doing to me?"
"Like it?" Laurie asked with an impish grin.
"Veeeeerrrrrry much," she sighed, her breath coming faster now, her eyes rolling back a bit in their sockets.
"May I suck you down there?"
"If you like."
Lowering herself to her knees, Laurie found Helen's pussy directly in front of her. She pried back the lips with her thumbs and took several, long dog-style laps at her pussy, ending with just the tip of her tongue dancing on the tip of Helen's cunt.
"I can't believe it." Helen moaned, her fingers squeaking against Laurie's hair because she was holding her head so hard. "Yes. That's right. Flutter your tongue on my clit. I can't tell you how ... how that feels, sweet Laurie. Just don't stop. Oh, please, don't stop."
"I won't," she said, looking up quickly to check Helen's expression, looking to Helen like the beautiful princess Laurie had described to her, kneeling in the rain.
Laurie really went to work. She licked the tender crevice between Helen's legs with the hungry excitement of a bear licking honey. She sucked and tugged on Helen's pussy lips with her mouth. She darted her swift tongue in and out of the passage of Helen's cunt with rapid-fire motion. And when she worked on the shaking woman's clit, she sucked it between her baby lips and worked out on it as though it were a toy cock.
The muscles in Helen's legs were as tight as bowstrings as Laurie stepped up the pace of her sucking and lapping of Helen's enlarged clit. She gathered up another fold of skin with her thumbs and pushed them out of the way, giving her even more access to the growing muscle in her mouth.
"I've ... oh, I've never felt anything like this before in my life. Oh, yes, suck it, little angel. Yes, that's it, and don't stop working your fingers in my cunt. They feel like a marvelous cock moving this way, then that way in my hungry pussy. Whoops!" Helen almost lost her footing and braced herself by reaching down and holding the handle on the tile soap dish recessed in the wall.
"You okay?" Laurie asked, trying to keep her from falling by engaging her in a tacklelike embrace.
"Fine, just fine. I must have floated ... away there for an instant. Please continue, darling."
Laurie gladly returned to her cunt-lapping, attacking her task with even more energy than before. She knew she had Helen right on the verge of coming. The rest was up to Helen.
"I don't know what's wrong," Helen said breathlessly a couple of minutes later. "You've got my clit singing, but I can't come. I want to. Oh, love, that feels so marvelous! I'm sure I'll come. Just ... just a bit more. Please, don't stop!"
"I'm afraid I must," Laurie said, backing away from her.
"I'm sorry. You must be very tired."
"Oh, no, it's not that," Laurie said, standing and moving out of the direct spray of the shower. "I'm drowning!"
The happy women kissed and hugged while drying each other's body before scampering back into the bedroom where Helen playfully chased Laurie around the room.
"No, no, you mustn't!" Laurie exclaimed, running behind the stool at her dressing table to block Helen's path. "I'm only a little girl. A big bad wolf like you will surely eat me up!"
"That's the general idea," Helen said in her lowest voice, jumping over the dressing stool, sweeping Laurie up in her arms, and tumbling onto the bed where they wrestled in a friendly fashion, laughing and panting, until Helen pinned Laurie's legs in a spreadeagle manner and hungrily licked her sweet-tasting slit. She surprised herself at her ravenous appetite for the young tight pussy she was sucking.
When she stuck her tongue in Laurie's pussy, Helen almost filled it due to Laurie's bearing down and capturing Helen's tongue with her pussy muscles. Her cunt was so tight Helen couldn't help but wonder if it would be possible for her to accommodate Paul's giant cock.
No sooner had Helen flashed on Paul than she felt his presence in the room. She was sure it was the same kind of experience she had had with David whenever the thought of Paul had entered her mind, and when she glanced around, there he. stood, dressed only in a long black cape, his cock standing straight out like a sash weight.
"Don't stop! Please, don't stop!" it was Laurie's turn to say, eyes closed tightly as she bucked her cunt upward to find Helen's mouth.
Helen returned to her sucking, flicking the girl's clit with the same fluttering motion Laurie had used with her.
"That's it! Ooohhhhhh. Helen, you're driving me up the wall! AAAGGGHHHHHHHH!!"
As soon as the wave of the orgasm subsided, Laurie felt something on her. lips and opened her eyes only long enough to recognize Paul's cock before taking it into her mouth and closing her eyes again.
With her gaze fixed on Laurie sucking Paul, she tongue-fucked and licked the girl's beautiful pussy with a burst of new energy. The sudden surge of passion was almost too much for both women. Laurie's face twisted in pain/pleasure as she experienced one orgasm after the other while continuing to suck wantonly on Paul's swollen prick.
Helen both loved and hated seeing the sweet tiny mouth of Laurie stretch around the wide circumference of Paul's cock, just as she loved and hated seeing her exquisite fingers touching his shaft and toying with his balls.
"That's right, Helen, watch it. Watch it closely," Paul said, standing as erect as possible, cockily holding his hands on his hips to give the lower part of his body additional thrust toward Laurie's baby face, while using his elbows to keep his cape from obstructing Helen's view. "Maybe you'll learn a few of the basic principles of cocksucking. Heaven knows what kind of gutter trash must have taught you the paltry technique you've been using on me."
Trying to pretend Paul wasn't there, Helen closed her eyes and approached her eating of Laurie with more deliberation and gentleness. She slowed down considerably, moving away from her clit and cunt from time to time to kiss her perfect thighs and suck and blow into the fine golden hair of her snatch.
But, try as she did, she couldn't keep her eyes closed. As if Paul was willing it to happen, she was soon staring up at the action between Paul and Laurie again, wishing she could suck his cock and kiss Laurie's dainty lips at the same time.
Helen sucked Laurie through two more climaxes before the spent young lady told her she had had enough by crossing her legs.
"Huh," Paul snorted with a snobbish chuckle, "Laurie seems to have had as much of your slobbering nonsense as I have."
"Let me eat you, Paul. I'm so hungry for you."
"It's out of the question."
"Then touch my clit," she said, turning around and sliding her cunt as close to him as she could. "Finger-fuck me. My pussy's so wet and ready for your strong fingers."
"Are you blind, bitch? Can't you see I'm busy with someone I really care about? Get lost."
"Don't treat me like this," she said, playing with her clit, digging at it with pent-up frustration. "She's been sucking you for a full fifteen minutes now. Can't you spare me anything?"
"Let me think. How could you possibly please me? Oh, yes, I've got it. Eat my ass."
Paul put one knee up on the bed and swung his ass around in front of Helen's face without losing Laurie's mouth contact on his cock, her agility allowing her to follow him like a dancing partner.
Helen was poised and ready to strike his asshole like a cobra before the thought of what she was about to do hit her. "Fuck you, fuck you!" she exclaimed, recoiling from his hairy butt and bouncing off the bed. "Eat your own ass, cocksucker! I'm going homer"
"Praise God, I thought you'd never leave."
Still fighting the urge to jump right back in the middle of them, Helen jerked her dress over her head. Paul was straddling Laurie and fucking her mouth like a rooting hog when Helen looked back at them. He was bent over in such a way that his heavy balls hung down in full view. Again, Helen was drawn to him. She sat down to kiss Laurie's feet, but she found herself leaning in to kiss Pauls balls.
In one last effort to maintain control, Helen tried to shake the cobwebs out of her head. It was no use. She lay between Laurie's legs, pressing her stomach against the smaller girl's pussy. Laurie immediately threw her legs around Helen's waist and locked them together at the ankles.
After that adjustment was made, Helen lay flat on Laurie, tilted her face up and stuck out her tongue, leaving it in a stationary position so that just the tip end of his balls would drag across it on the back-stroke of his pumping. She held that position for a while, exciting just the surface of his ball sac so that it retracted from her tongue teasing.
Then Helen brought her head up and took long laps up the backside of his balls. A new tension came to Paul's legs, and Helen flashed a victory smile before spreading his cheeks and tickling the rim of his asshole with the tip of her tongue. She darted her tongue inside him, getting in and out as quickly as possible to test the terrain. Once that barrier was broken, it was an easy task to pull out all the stops and tongue-fuck his ass with gusto.
Laurie, showing absolutely no signs of tiring, got a hand on one of Helen's tits as she increased the tempo of her sucking Paul's prick. She brought her hand quickly to her mouth then placed it on Helen's tit once again, rolling the nipple between her wet fingers, pressing it into hardness.
Helen left this planet altogether. She forced her. tongue at rapid speed past the sphincter of Paul's ass, as deeply as possible inside him, then all the way back out. In her body tripping, she vaguely imagined that her tongue was a cock, and if she stayed with it, if she fucked him really good, she would be able to shoot come inside him. She plunged deeper inside him, building toward this impossible ejaculation, responding to Laurie's bucking against her stomach by contracting and expanding her stomach muscles, flying higher and higher away with each moment.
The three of them were like a rolling steam locomotive now, all doing their part to rush the machine forward, higher, faster.
"AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!" Laurie screamed, coming unglued as she came, returning to Paul's cock with renewed vigor.
"HUUUHHHHHHHH!" Helen blurted out at the same time, coming against that part of the bed she pounded with her cunt, eating Paul's ass furiously.
In that same flash of a second, Paul pulled up about six inches, leaving his cock pointing straight down with just the head in Laurie's mouth.
Helen, her body caught in the 'throes of orgasm, lunged forward, expecting to make one last stab inside Paul's ass, and wound up planting a kiss on the back of the shaft of Paul's cock. She quickly dropped her lips about an inch and shared the head of his cock with Laurie. Realizing the presence of the other, each woman pressed forward, hungry to kiss each other through and around the head of the torrid muscle between them.
"ALLLLLLLL right," Paul said, coming just as the girls made contact with each other, unloading enough hot come to give them both ample nourishment and to trigger subsequent orgasms in them.
Long after he had produced his last drop, the women continued to compete for the come on their faces. Helen lashed out her tongue and gulped down a bit of come which had strayed down Laurie's chin, while simultaneously Laurie quickly lapped down a couple of drops perched on the side of Helen's nose.
Paul withdrew completely and left the room some ten minutes before the girls would realize it. They continued to lick each other's lips, eyes, and ears, and ground their clits together, popping off several more climaxes before finally falling away from the other in total exhaustion.
When they had dressed and gone back into the living room, they found Crystal helping her mother string beads. After the introduction, the little girl seemed shy and a bit withdrawn from the situation, but as Helen managed to relate to her in terms of Sharon, she became comfortable enough to tell her how much she liked her daughter.
"Where's Paul?" Helen asked Taija.
"Working," Crystal answered. "Daddy works very hard."
"I know," Helen said, leaning forward on her cushion and kissing Taija softly on the lips. "I must go now. Thank you for a lovely day."
"Thank you, Helen. You must come again."
"We'll see," she said, not wanting to tell her that she got what she came for. She felt that seeing Paul had freed her from him.
Saying goodbye to Laurie was not so easy. They hugged and kissed, breaking away at the point when they discovered they were turning on.
"Can we go shopping together someday soon?" Laurie asked her at the elevator.
"I'd like that," Helen said, unable to take her hand from Laurie's soft golden hair. "It might be a while, but I'll call you."
"Okay," she chirped, reverting to the little-girl role as the elevator door closed between them.
It was chilly for a summer night, but Helen had so much confidence and warmth inside her that the long drive home was nice and easy compared to the reckless nervous energy which filled her during the
drive into Manhattan.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The trip to Mystic, Connecticut was a pleasant diversion for the three' of them. Sharon was beside herself romping through the beautiful old whaling ships on exhibition there. The change of scene, the food, the quaint New England shops, and the historic landmarks they visited made their stay even more relaxing and refreshing than David had hoped it would.
From time to time Helen found Paul and his two women flashing into her thoughts, but it was okay because she could turn the experience on and off at will. She simply let them go when she had tired of reliving what had happened, yet she was certain that however vigorously she disagreed with their lifestyle, they had touched her deeply, opened her up and exposed her to new ways of feeling.
Normally Helen would have become terribly insecure about not being able to come with David, as was the case during this brief vacation, but she believed that the closeness they had once shared, would return in time. She didn't like having to fake orgasms with him, but she opted for that rather than risking hurting his ego.
But when the Campions returned to Bay View, Helen found herself in pretty much the same situation as before her last visit to Paul. She couldn't find the proper rhythm for running the house. She became forgetful and, most unnerving of all, she became haunted sexually, not only by Paul, even though his vibration was still the strongest, but by Taija and Laurie as well. Sometimes, long after David had gone to sleep, she would slip into the bathroom and masturbate, feeling Taija's warm embrace, Laurie's child-like kisses on her lips, and Paul's strutting cock rammed deeply inside her cunt. After such bouts with herself, she could then return to bed and manage a couple of hours of sleep before it was time to get up and play wife, mother, and general all-around up-standing member of the community of Bay View.
The more Helen tried to overcome her nervousness, the deeper she fell into what she came to call the "pull from Manhattan" when she became so exasperated with herself.
Two weeks after they had returned from Connecticut, Helen realized that she had to have someone other than herself to discuss what was going on in and around her. Her first thought was to confide in Jenny, but the obvious risks of letting her loose-tongued neighbor in on her obsession proved to be too much, and she picked Sam Prior.
"How's my favorite little girl?" Sam asked her when she leaned back in the comfortable brown leather easy chair in his office.
"Not too good, Sam," she said, wondering how she would be able to broach the subject with him.
"Tell me about it."
"I've been lying a lot lately. To you. To David and Sharon. Sam, I'm caught up in something and I don't know how to get out."
"Another man?"
"Yes," she said, helping herself to a cigarette from a box on his desk. "But this is not an ordinary situation, and the man in question is definitely not an ordinary man."
"They never are," he said, trying not to show how hurt he was for David's sake. "How did you meet?"
"In a most unusual way, I assure you. We met at Sharon's ballet school and we ... I started to say we made love. Actually, we ... we flicked. Like animals. Are you shocked?"
"Frankly yes, but only because I have many built-in prejudices about you. Still, don't think you're the first suburban housewife to slide between the sheets with a man other than her husband."
"There were no sheets, Sam. We flicked on an elevator."
"I beg your pardon?"
"An elevator. A public elevator. I was leaving the school the day I told you and David I fell down that nonexistent flight of stairs, and when I got on the elevator, there was this perfectly disgusting hippie-type man standing in the corner, smirking at me. I hated him. I found nothing at all attractive about him. He took control of me. Totally. Then he fucked me. Or I fucked him, if you want to be technical about it. Then I came home to you and David, and this man has been haunting me ever since."
"Wait, wait, go back. I want to hear every detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem to you, about everything that happened between you and this man from the first moment you laid eyes on him."
There was much knuckle-popping and wide-eyed bewilderment on Sam's part for the next hour and a half while Helen calmly disclosed everything that had happened with Paul that first day and with Laurie and Taija on their second meeting.
" ... but what I can't understand is what the hell is he doing to me!" she shouted with tears forming in her eyes for the first time during the entire grueling session.
"Now, now, it's okay," Sam comforted her after getting her a glass of water. "I certainly take back my glib summation of the situation I made earlier. This Paul Babka is most definitely not an ordinary man. Nor one who gives any evidence of having any scruples at all. As bizarre as this situation is, I've glad of one thing. Nothing you have told me leads me to believe that your dilemma has anything at all to do with David. Except that you find yourself unable to have orgasms with him. Is that the way you see it?"
"Exactly. I have nothing but love for David. That hasn't changed at all. If anything, I feel more love for him this moment for his tender affection and under-standing through this whole ghastly affair than ever before. But I'm going crazy, Sam! What can I do to break this ... this spell or whatever it is that Paul holds over me? Do you know what it's like to wake up sitting naked behind the wheel of your car at four o'clock in the morning being pulled to Manhattan by some known but invisible force?"
"No, I don't know what that's like, but I can relate to it in that I've had my share of obsessions in my life. What has gone through your mind when you're in the act of having sex with this man and his women? Is it painful?"
"I love it. I love ,it the way you would imagine Count Dracula loves to drink blood. I become a thrashing, biting, clawing, fucking machine. All my controls are blown away. All I can think of is consuming the person I'm fucking. There were tender moments between me and the women, but with Paul, it's the battle of the sexes in its simplest form. I want to destroy him. I want to consume him. I want to fuck him to death. I hate him, yet I want him so badly I sometimes wake up humping my pillow and calling out his name. Thank god David isn't a light sleeper."
"Have you hurt Paul physically during sex?"
"Hurt him? He draws energy from his women, then locks himself in his studio and paints it off, while I'm left totally spent and looking like something the cat drug in. Am I crazy, Sam? Has this all really happened to me?"
"No, you're not crazy," he said, his face heavily etched with concern. "There are certain very perceptive, unscrupulous men, and women too for that matter, who are master manipulators of the opposite sex. This man spotted you to be one who seeks acceptance by pleasing others. By treating you like dirt, he insures your returning to try to please him."
"Surely I don't want to please him. Not after all he's put me through."
"You may think that, but don't forget you've been intimate with this man. You relate sex and love so closely there's bound to be some spillover."
"Sam, I hate him? I swear I think I want to kill him, even though I can hardly believe I'm saying that."
"Love and hate are very nearly the same, if not the exact same emotion, though expressed in opposite ways. Let me put it this way -- this man has your number. Certain boxers have always been able to beat men far superior to them simply by figuring out their weaknesses. Babka is such a man. A spoiler. He knew you would have no defense for his particular brand of charisma, and he used you as one would use a back-scratcher. You hate him for so many reasons, he dominates your thoughts. You particularly hate him for his attitude. He is so impersonal about the things you hold most dear that you want to change him. You want him to see the error of his ways and change over to your way of viewing the world. He's got your number and he knows it. He's one step ahead of you all the way."
"So what should I do?"
"Stay away from him."
"How?"
"Pretend he's dead."
"How did he die?"
Sam got up and walked to the window. "Let's see, how did he die? How did he die? He stormed out of his apartment this morning mad as hell because he needed a special shade of robin's egg blue paint. He was so angry he walked right in front of a taxi and was killed instantly."
"Why didn't Taija get it for him?"
"She was at the Museum of Natural History with Crystal," he said, producing a pad and pen from his pocket. He wrote a note on the pad, blocking Helen's view of what he was doing.
"How did you find out?"
"Taija called me, knowing that you would want to know. The call came in at 10:17 A.M. this morning."
"How did she know to call you?"
"Well, she called David at the studio when your phone didn't answer. He told her to call here. Don't worry, she didn't tell him anything about you and Paul."
"I see what you're doing, Sam," Helen said, smiling in appreciation of his gesture, "but it won't work. You're asking me to repress Paul. I don't believe in repression as a healthy way to deal with problems."
"Helen, I'm not trying to get you to repress Paul. I'm telling you that he is dead. I've used this obscure way to tell you because I didn't know how the news of his death might shock you."
"I'm sorry, Sam, I can't pretend a man is dead just because you --"
"Paul Babka is dead, Helen, and I can prove it."
"How?"
Sam reached back in his pocket, produced the note he had written and handed it to her. It was written on a While-You-Were-Out pad. "Here, this came for you just before you got here."
The note was from Mrs. Taija Babka for Mrs. Helen Campion. The message read: Mr. Paul Babka was killed this morning in a traffic accident. The time the message came in was 10:17 A.M.
"You just wrote this just now."
"That's not true. Did you see me write it?"
"No, but -- "
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"No."
"Helen, I spoke to Taija just before you came in and she told me Paul Babka was dead. Trust me." He handed her a small paper bag containing pills. "I knew the news might shock you, so I ordered this sedative from the drugstore for you. Take them and call me in a couple of days."
"Thank you, Sam. You're such a dear." She got up, kissed Sam on the cheek and went home.
David had a long list of questions which Helen carefully skirted. She told him Sam assured her there was little to worry about, provided she started taking the drugs again in smaller doses until she achieved the balance she had before the fall down the flight of stairs.
"But, honey," David pouted, "they rob you of your sex life, or, more specifically, our sex life. Or, if I'm really going to be fair about it, my sex life."
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but there really isn't anything I can do about it right now. This is a difficult period in both our lives. Now, this is very hard for me to say, but why don't you use prostitutes until I'm well again?"
"I don't want to do that.'
"Don't think about me."
"I'm not thinking about you. You know how many would-be actresses I shoot portfolios for. They're always asking me to swap photographs for a little action in the darkroom."
"They are?" Helen asked, feeling a pang of jealousy.
"Sure, all the time. I had a girl in last week. About twenty-three, marvelous figure, big fawn eyes. While I was posing her, she adjusted her dress, and gave me a full beaver shot. Prettiest little pussy you've ever seen in your life, and I got a little hot and bothered. My pants were bulging pretty good while I was shooting her. I was turned on."
"Why didn't you do something about it? I would have understood. I think."
"Of course, you would have. I didn't even think about that."
Helen drifted away for a moment, missing part of David's story while she tried to put his last statement in perspective. Realizing the issue was much too big to come to any realistic conclusion at that time, she shelved the point and began again to listen to his conversation.
" ... and she pulled her top off and handed it to me. Well, I can't tell you that I was ready to lock the studio door and fuck her brains out right then and there. I was even ready to throw in the portfolio and I knew she would probably make that pitch, which usually turns me off, but this time it couldn't because I was prepared for it. She paraded around a bit, first covering, then uncovering this fantastic set of knockers, and then she asked me if I would give her a discount. I said sure. She smiled, walked right up to me, grabbed my erected cock, and it went down as fast as a pinpricked balloon. I ... didn't ... feel ... a ... thing. Nothing."
"And?"
"No ands to it. She looked a little hurt, put her clothes back on, we finished the session, and she left. I gave her a twenty percent discount for her effort."
Helen was shaking inside and turned away from David so he wouldn't notice. He put his arms around her from behind, reached under her long blouse, and fondled her tits. The nipples quickly hardened under his touch. The scent of Paul Babka immediately filled Helen's nostrils. Paul's mouth was on her fits, sucking her nipples devilishly between his sensuous lips.
"Honey, I'm hooked on you. You've spoiled me for all other women. Not that I couldn't make it with someone else, but they would have to make me feel something. If my cock doesn't stay hard, there's little point in my taking off my pants, now, is there? When I'm holding you like this ... I don't know, your breasts feel so good in my hands and the scent of your hair makes me so comfortably dizzy that all I want is you."
David held her in that position silently for close to a minute. He rubbed against her ass, and his cock got hard immediately. He opened his pants and pushed his cock into the warm pocket of her black silk slacks just under her pussy and dry-fucked her until he almost came all over her.
"I want you, my darling," he said, turning her around slowly to kiss her, but when he saw her face, he was so shocked he froze and held her close to him. Down went his cock.
She was in a zombielike state when he led her to the bedroom, gave her a sedative, undressed her, and put her to bed. Not once did he feel that he wanted to crawl in beside her.
"Sam," David whispered into the kitchen phone, "what's wrong with Helen? What's really wrong with her?"
"Nothing ... nothing new, David. She's had a relapse, that's all. We've got to help her through this period just like we did before. Has anything happened over there?"
"No, I ... yeah, as a matter of fact, something did just happen. I just don't know how to put it in words."
"Try."
"It's ... well, it's spooky. I had my arms around her from behind. Actually, I had my hands under her blouse and I was fondling her breasts. I got an erection. I took it out and pushed it between her legs and ... you know, sort of fooled around her a while. I was turned on and Helen was responding to me. But when I turned her around to kiss her ... Sam, it wasn't her. Her face was nothing like Helen's. Oh, all the parts were there, I suppose, but ... Sam, she looked like a witch. Her eyes were hard and burning with lust. She was red-faced. She had a demoniac curl to her smile. Sam, if I believed in such things, I'd say she was demon-possessed, like in the Exorcist, for god's sake. Let me put it this way. If the Devil was a woman, Helen looked exactly the way I would imagine the Devil looks."
"Did she say anything?"
"No, she ground her pubic area into mine, turning me off completely. I think she wanted to bite me, but I moved out of her range. Then I led her to bed, gave her the medicine you have her today, undressed her, and put her to bed. She didn't say a word. I think she's in some kind of trance. What should I do?"
"You did perfectly. The drug will lower her energy level. It's that rheostat thing, David. You excited her beyond her ability to control herself. Stay with her. Watch her closely. I'm on my way to an emergency operation. If you need me tonight, leave a message with my service. If I don't hear from you, I'll see Helen first thing in the morning. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Okay. Oh, yes, whatever you do, don't touch her. Don't make any sexual advances. Hear me?"
"I hear you, Sam. I'll behave."
David and Sharon had another father-daughter evening together, fixing and eating dinner, and talking about their lives. They retired early. David read three-quarters of a paperback novel he had picked up that day and fell into a deep sleep with the lamp on about two A.M. sitting up in bed with his reading glasses on.
Helen woke up in a cold sweat, a scream ready to burst out of her lungs. She had had a nightmare about Paul's funeral. She had met with Taija and Laurie at the funeral home. They led her into a private room filled with coffins and began kissing her and playing with her tits and pussy. Horrified, she told them they couldn't do that because Paul just died.
"Don't be silly," Taija said, standing there naked, her black gown in a pile at her feet. "Paul isn't dead. The taxi thing is just a caper. He gets bored all the time and has to test people. He's faking his own funeral just to hear what his friends have to say about him when they pass the coffin."
"Why, that's terrible!" Helen exclaimed.
"I know," Laurie said, in her little-girl voice, now naked herself, helping Helen out of her clothes, "Paul plays very heavy games sometimes, but still, they're only games. There's no reason why we shouldn't take advantage of such a nice place to make love."
"You call this nice?" Helen wanted to know.
"Of course," Laurie said, "look at all these beautiful coffins. Lined with satin and silk. Let's make love in this one, Helen."
"Are you joining us, Taija?"
"No, I'm going into the chapel and make love with Paul. I'll be back shortly."
Helen and Laurie made slow beautiful love for almost an hour in the exquisite coffin, their skin becoming so sensitized that a kiss on the cheek or the arm or anyplace produced a small orgasm. As Laurie ate Helen's pussy, Helen saw her as a beautiful young anteater with a tongue a foot long. With Laurie's pinpoint accuracy, she could get Helen off with each perfectly placed tongue lash.
Helen was game for anything by the time Taija slipped into Laurie's place so she could be with Paul. The woman flooded Helen with so much love, Helen could have spent the rest of the night with her. Simply holding this sleek exotic beauty triggered climax after climax.
When that session was over, Helen left the two women to make it with each other while she went into the chapel to service Paul.
So glad to see that be was still alive, she pretended his white pallor was due to makeup as she climbed into the coffin and slowly lowered her pussy over his milk-white hard-on.
She flicked him very slowly, allowing nothing to touch between them except his cock in her cunt. Then, just as Helen was hit by a mighty orgasm, she fell upon him and kissed him, sucking his tongue out of his mouth. He was cold. He was really dead.
Helen was still shaking as she sat naked in the darkness of their den, drinking her third Scotch and water. It had no effect on her whatsoever.
Frustrated almost beyond control, she threw on some clothes, left David a note, saying she had to go for a drive to soothe her nerves. She instructed him to leave Sharon with Jenny and she would be back by noon.
First Helen drove north, but the break of dawn stopped her. She turned the car around and didn't think again until she pulled into a parking space a few doors down from 440 Horatio Street in Greenwich Village.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After pressing the doorbell on the door of the Babkas' apartment, Helen saw a small circle of light appear at the peep hole, then the door swung open. Paul stood there, wearing nothing but the meanest expression he could muster.
"Do you know what time it is?" he asked, sending her vibrations of pure hatred.
"I know it's early, Paul. I've got to see you."
"Okay, you've seen me. Now, get lost!" he shouted, slamming the door.
Helen was on the verge of tears when she pressed the bell again.
Paul opened up again. "You look like shit! Do you really expect me to let you in?"
"Please, I'm desperate! I've got to talk to your "Lower your voice, you'll wake up the whole house, you dizzy cunt!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Where the hell have you been? Out sucking dogs' cocks?"
"Paul, please. Let me in for a few minutes. I'm going crazy and I think you can help me."
He swung the door open to let her come inside. "Five minutes. If you haven't said anything of interest to me in five minutes, I'm going to throw your bony butt down the stairs. And put any thought of my helping you as far out of your mind as possible. I won't help you. I bate your fucking guts, understand?"
"Yes, yes, I understand," she said weakly, hurrying past him before he had a chance to slam the door in her face again. She went directly into the living room and nearly collapsed on a cushion.
"Now, to what do I owe the great displeasure of your visit," Paul said, sitting across the table from Helen, returning to a bowl of cereal he had been eating when she rang the bell.
"You have ... no, wait, let me change that ... I have allowed you to haunt my life. Ever since that time in the elevator, I have been totally fucked up. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't fulfill my obligations to my family and my friends. I can't have orgasms with my husband. Whenever I think of sex, I become a lust-driven animal incabable of controling myself."
"What do you want me to do," he asked, crunching a mouthful of mixed grains, "send you some flowers?"
Helen shut her eyes to restrain her temper. "No ... no, I don't want flowers or candy or poetry, Paul. I want out. I want to be free from you. My doctor tells me you have my number, the way a boxer can sometimes get control over another. I want my number back."
"I can help you do that, but why should I? You don't respect anything about me, yet you come over here, unannounced, interrupting the flow of my work and my household. Why should I help you? I saw you three or four times before you raped me in the elevator. You always looked at me with total disgust for the way I was dressed, the way I looked, the way I moved. You make me sick to my stomach."
"I don't deny anything you say. The scope of my life is much smaller than I thought it was. I suppose I've lived in an ivory tower all my life, and I apologize for any rudeness on my part. You are the opposite of everything I believe in. My position has prejudiced me against you. All right. You've made your point. You have a much better grasp on your life than I have on mine. You win. When a hunter wounds an animal, he either puts it out of his misery with a bullet in the brain, or he takes it home and nurses it back to health. I'm asking you for the same consideration."
"Don't look for any compassion in me, Helen, because there simply isn't any. I can't feed you to my family. I can't make a rug of you. You're hardly a trophy worthy of my walls. If I'm to help you, what can you do for me?"
"Are you interested in money?"
"No, but my creditors are."
"I have thirty-two hundred dollars in my own savings account. It's yours."
"You can stay in Laurie's room. While you are living with us, you will do anything and everything I say. You will ask permission to pee, and if permission is not granted you will hold it in."
"What can I tell my husband?"
Paul let his spoon drop onto the table with a resounding clack. "I don't give a fuck what you tell him!"
"Okay, okay, I'll think of something."
"I'm sure you will. Something inane."
Suddenly Helen's eyelids became as heavy as lead. "May I sleep now?"
"Yes, and use my cock for a pacifier."
Paul spread his legs for her and returned to his breakfast and a copy of the morning paper. As far as he was concerned, she wasn't in the room.
After pulling off her clothes and laying them neatly under the table, Helen approached Paul's naked form with reverence. She kissed his feet and legs, letting her hair and tits softly stimulate them as she did. She licked her hand and pulled his limber cock gently while teasing his balls with the tip of her tongue. New energy came to her as he began to grow in her hand. Her pussy became wet, and as she took his cock into her mouth, she slipped a leg over his and started hunching her hot slit against his knee.
"No," Paul said, not looking up from his newspaper.
She quickly rolled back off his knee and gave her full attention to sucking him. Grasping the shaft just above the balls, she forced enough blood toward the head to give his cock fullness before his full erection had been realized. Then she savored it with her lips and mouth, slowly sliding it in and out of the vacuum she maintained in her oral cavity. Once the long fat muscle reached its full length, her hands were free to roam over his legs and chest. She touched him as lightly as possible, knowing she was stimulating the surface of his skin most sensuously, but getting no more of a reaction from him than she would if she had been shining his shoes.
Picking up the tempo, really wanting him to fuck her mouth with his rigid cock, she put her hands around his waist and buttocks and pulled him toward her face as she bobbed over his dick, setting up a rocking motion.
"Now, Paul, please," she said imploringly as she circled the head of his cock with her flashing tongue, letting just the tip trace the crevice between the head and shaft. "Shoot in my mouth. Give it to me. Give me your hot come."
Paul laughed at something funny he was reading in the paper and munched on the crust of toast which remained on his plate. "Taija, come here!"
Taija entered wearing a beautiful white and orchid sari. She beamed at Helen and was about to greet her when Paul said, "The city spent a hundred thousand dollars for relief stations for dogs and the dogs won't go near them." He then rolled onto his back, and Helen, taking this as a sign that he would now come in her mouth, attacked him with fresh exuberance, licking and sucking his cock harder and faster.
"Honey, come over here and give Poppa a little good morning kiss on the cock. I've feeling a mite horny." Helen continued to suck even faster, looking up at him with pain in her eyes. "Off, wretch. Pay attention to the technique of a master at work."
Taija kneeled down beside Paul, took his cock out of Helen's mouth and rolled her lips around the head while thrashing it soundly inside her mouth with her tongue.
"Oh, my god, that feels good!" Paul blurted out, jerking forward, making taut the muscles in his stomach. "I'm already there! I'm coming! Are you ready?"
No, don't give her your come! I worked so hard to get it! It isn't fair to come in her mouth when I've done all the work!
"I've coooommmmmmmming NOW! OH, SHIT!" Paul shouted, the semen rushing through his cock like hot whipped cream and Taija singing him off with a humming chant that sounded like the flapping wings of a thousand locusts.
"I want some," Helen pouted. "Can't I have just a taste, Taija? Surely there are a few drops left."
Taija looked to Paul for a cue, and when he gave her a slight shrug, she released his cock. Helen rushed to suck it back into her mouth, reaching out with nervous hands, but Taija touched her shoulder, causing her to lose her balance and fall back on the cushion. Then Taija swirled around and fell on top of Helen, kissing her fully on the mouth, spitting Paul's come onto Helen's tongue.
Helen was beside herself with joy. She quickly untied the sash around Taija's garment and opened it so the two women might press their bodies together while licking each other's face free from Paul's come.
Taija was trying to find Helen's clit with her fingers when she noticed Paul standing over her, offering her a two-foot double-dildo. She took it from him, twisted one end inside Helen's cunt, then mounted the other end fucked Helen with all her might.
"AAWWWWW!" Helen shouted, coming the first time their cuts crashed together. "Fuck me, fuck me harder!"
Paul then slipped his legs across and between the two ladies so he could feel their tits as they kissed and came.
Helen got a free hand on Paul's cock, and Taija sucked it hard again without missing a stroke of her fucking. Soon they were trading Paul's cock between their mouths as lovers will share an ice cream cone.
Several orgasms later, Paul motioned for Taija to sit on his face facing his feet. Paul licked her hot box and drove his tongue deeply into her tight pussy, sending shivers throughout her body.
When he got lost in eating her, Taija invited Helen to sit on Paul's cock facing her. Helen had been dying to climb upon his cock since they got into that position but was afraid to without being asked.
She kneeled over him, straddling his legs, then slowly, ever so easily, slipped his cock inside her twitching cunt, settling over him like a hen on her nest.
Soon she was sounding the depths of her cunt with Paul's cock and kissing beautiful Taija and playing with her firm brown breasts.
"MUUUMMMMMMMMM!" Taija hummed.
"OH, MY GOOOODDDDDDDI" Helen screamed.
While both women were caught up in mutual orgasms, Paul came inside Helen's bucking cunt and sent all his energy directly into his wife's clit.
The women held onto each other as though they were trying to keep each other from coming out of her own skin. Their lips and tongues exchanged the wildest of sensations as the sudden rush of climax upon climax finally felled them from their saddles.
Helen was fast asleep before she hit the floor.
CHAPTER NINE
"Is Mommy corning home soon?" Sharon asked Connie, as the pretty black-headed girl tucked her in for the night.
"Yes, she'll be here before you know it. Sleep now."
"Will you read to me?"
"Not tonight, darling. Your father and I still have a lot of work ahead of us. But maybe you'll be able to come down to the studio tomorrow. Won't that be fun?"
"Yeah."
Connie turned off the light in Sharon's bedroom, then joined David in the den. He looked helpless and haggard, ten years older, as he stared into the empty glass in his hand. Connie took it from him silently and made him another gin and tonic.
"I'm so scared, Connie. I'm sure something terrible has happened to her. She was certainly in no condition to drive."
"David, you mustn't let this thing destroy you before you know what happened," she said softly, brushing the hair back out of his eyes and massaging his shoulder. "I'm just as worried as you are. Well, almost. But I know the fear of the unknown is the greatest fear of all "
"I had the feeling she might need to get away, but I thought she'd leave a note or something. No matter what she is going through she would have called." He took a large swallow from his drink and lay back on the sofa. "Two days. I haven't been separated from Helen for two days since we met. Oh, God, where is she?"
"I'll finish up the dishes," Connie said, standing on uncertain legs.
"No, no, leave them. I'll drive you home."
"I'm staying here. I brought the clothes I need from my apartment. I not going to leave you and Sharon alone."
"But aren't you afraid of what people might say."
"I've never given a damn about anything like that so far in my life, so I'm not about to start now."
The phone rang and David pounced upon it like a panther. "Yes, what is it?"
"Dave, this is Sam. I just talked to Helen. She's all right"
"Thank God! Where is she, Sam? Why didn't she call here first?"
"I don't know the answers to your questions, Dave. She called me. She wouldn't tell me where she was. She asked me to call you and tell you she was all right. That she needed some space. She said that she had to have some distance from everything here in Bay View so she could get her coordinates back in alignment. Who's Connie?"
"She's a girl who works for me at the studio. Why?"
"Helen said, and I quote, `Tell David that I don't know how long I'll be gone. I don't know how long it will take me to work things out in my head. Tell David that I love him. Tell him to go to Connie for everything he needs. Everything.' She said it twice."
"And that's all? She gave you no indication as to when she might come home?"
"No, but I've dealt with these matters before. When women, like Helen, find they can't cope, that they can't maintain a balance between their work and their recreation, they sometimes run away from home for a little while. Think of it in the same light as you would think of children running. away from home when their bodies are attacked by the radical changes of puberty. She won't be gone long. A week, maybe two. She can't talk to you now, because she doesn't know how she feels about anything. All she knows is that she has to get away to think things out. You okay?"
The shaking inside David's body was reaching an uncontrollable state. "Yeah, I'm all right. Thanks, Sam. If you hear from her again, tell her I believe in what she's doing even though I don't understand it. Tell her Sharon and I are fine and for her to take as long as she needs to work things out. Okay?"
"Right. Call me if you need me for anything."
"Right. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
David continued to look at the phone for almost a full minute after he had hung up. His brow was twisted in bewilderment.
"She told him she needed space, distance from me. What does that mean?"
"Just what she said, no more, or less. Our society is based on everybody being a nice person, so when we need a little room to collect our thoughts, we don't know how to ask for that distance without hurting the other person's feelings. Then we hold everything in, but that's an endgame, too. Something has to break. We have to get away from everything so we can find out who we really are, and what we really need. Just don't take it so personally." Connie edged closer to David as she talked. She massaged the back of his neck. Finding the muscles taut, she kneaded them with her thumbs and the tips of her fingers.
"Understand that Helen is having trouble relating to everyone, not just you," Connie continued, keeping the pitch of her voice low and the rhythm of it in sync with the rhythm of her hands as she tried to work the tension out of him.
He was tight. Very tight. The harder she worked, the more open she became, and the more open she became, the more turned on she got. She felt a gnawing pain in the pit of her stomach as she weaved her fingers through the hair on the back of his head. Her loins ached, for him. She wanted him inside her ever-moistening pussy. She wanted to kiss him and explore his body further with her fingers. She wanted to suck his cock and feel it grow hard inside her mouth.
"She had you at the top of her list," Connie said, after a pause during which David did not respond. "but there's her relationship with Sharon to be considered. There's her relationship to Jenny and the rest of her friends, which are legion. There's her relationship to Sam. What I'm trying to say is that I think she has to deal with her relationship with herself right now. We must all love her enough to let her be by herself."
"Do you love Helen?" David asked, his jumping nerves responding very little to Connie's efforts.
"Yes. In the beginning I loved her because you do, but I have come to love her as a person independent of my feelings for you."
"You loved her because I do? I don't understand that."
Connie laughed softly. "Because I love you, David. Don't think I'm evil, but there was a time when I wished Helen were dead, so I would be able to have you. In my fantasy, she died in her sleep. Peacefully. Without pain. Then you turned to me for help, and Sharon turned to me for a replacement for her mother. You fell in love with me and we lived happily ever after."
"I never knew that."
"Of course you didn't! I didn't want you to know on the one hand, and you were too naive to notice I was hopelessly in love with you on the other."
"You were in love with me?" David asked incredulously.
"Madly. There was a time that I thought I would die if you didn't take me to a motel and undress me and make love to me. But I'm over that now. Back to the question at hand. Yes, I love Helen. And I still would like to make love to you. When you love someone, it's only natural to want to make love with him. But I know that I could never sleep with you at Helen's expense. I'm not in love with you anymore, David. I don't want to marry you, but I do want to please you."
"Helen just told Sam that I was to go to you for everything I needed. And she emphasized the word 'everything' in such a way that I think she wants me to sleep with you. Is that possible?"
"What?" Connie asked, lightening the tone of their conversation with a grin. "Are you asking if it is possible that I will sleep with you or if Helen wants me to?"
"Both, I suppose."
Connie pushed him back on the sofa, pulled her dress up a bit, straddled him, and gave him one of the most passionate kisses of his life.
David had no time to analyze what was going on. The tongue searching the inside of his mouth was too delicious not to suck, so suck it he did. The young ass atop his lap was too perfectly round and too available not to grab so he grabbed it. The pussy bobbing up and down against his rapidly rising cock was too eager and too bunching for him not to hunch back, so he did.
The tension inside David quickly transferred itself into mounting sexual energy. He watched the beautiful young girl pull her sweater up over her head, and be suckled her ripe milk-white breasts even at that moment of anonymity before her sweater cleared her face. He sucked the wide-circled nipples deeply into his mouth, then lapped them into instant hardness with the zeal and solid determination of a cat licking catnip.
Suddenly Connie's wrap-around skirt was gone. He marveled at her perfect shape for a moment, then pushed two fingers past the elastic leg band of her panties and greeted her extended clit with a series of quick flips.
"Oh, David! Sweet David. Perfect David," she panted, freezing in position as he scratched the tormenting itch between her legs. "I'm coming. Oh, my god, I'm commmmmmmmming!!"
The orgasm wracked her body so hard Connie fell back onto the sofa at David's side with her legs bridged up over his lap. From that position, it was an easy task to slip off her panties and finger-fuck her from the front.
With her love juice flooding over his knuckles, he got her off twice more in that position, both climaxes hitting her so hard her eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets as she jerked from one level of consciousness to another.
"Noooo more!" she screamed, rolling onto the floor as the third orgasm of that series threatened to put her to sleep.
"Now, you stay away from me!" she shouted up at him as he was about to follow her to the floor. "I call a foul. After twenty-seconds' time out for an injury, I'll be back in the game. No, no, no! You stay there and I'll stay here. Just twenty seconds, that's all I ask. Man, when you hit, you really hit hard!"
They looked at each other, both smiling, for the few seconds Connie needed to get her breath. Then she rolled over and up on all fours and stalked him as stealthily as a cat, slinking up between his legs and rubbing her back against them before slipping his shoes, pants and shorts off him.
She approached his cock with the wariness of a cat zeroing in on a trapped mouse. She took it between her hands and stroked it softly before pouncing upon it with her mouth and sucking it, twisting it, turning it, and taking it deep in her throat.
She blew him for thirty minutes, sucking him right to the edge of coming then letting back a fraction of the pressure some ten or fifteen times. She was in heaven eating his cock, and could have spent the night that way, lapping his balls, licking the length of the shaft, depositing wet kisses on the head 'which she sucked and rolled in her mouth like a lollipop.
David had had all he could take. He came off the "sofa, pushing her back on the carpet. While he was fumbling with the buttons buttons on his shirt, Connie guided his cock inside her snapping pussy, the muscles of which clamped around his entering prick like a boa constrictor wrapping itself around the head of a large mammal.
Then David fucked Connie. He fucked her fast. He fucked her slow. He fucked her hard and deep. He flicked her with her legs wrapped around his waist, holding on for dear life as she fucked him back with all her might, opening her pussy to him more freely than to any other man she had ever flicked before. He flicked her standing up. He flicked her sitting in his favorite chair. He fucked her dog-fashion on the sofa, carefully watching every detail of his cock's disappearance into her lovely pussy. Then, from a position on their sides, he fucked her many minutes on the floor in front of the flickering lights from the fake log they used in the fireplace in the summer.
"How do you feel?" he asked softly, pushing his cock into the fullness of her still clinging cunt for the umpteenth time.
"Placid. Excited. Totally satisfied."
"Then you won't mind if I do THIS! he shouted as the come rushed from his rumbling balls and shot inside her like bullets from a machine gun.
"Oh, yes!" she answered his thrusting cock. "More, more, just once MOOOORRRRRRREEEEEE!"
They both lay still in the aftermath of subsiding emotions, nipping at one another like playful kittens, holding, kissing, clutching one another lightly during the return trip.
"Uh oh," Connie said lightly, after both their beads had returned to this planet.
"What's wrong?" David asked.
"I don't like that Oh-my-god-what-have-I-done look on your beautiful face," she said, rubbing their noses together.
"Two questions."
"Shoot."
"If I love Helen as much as I think, why did I enjoy you so much and what have I done to your head?"
"What we just did had nothing at all to do with Helen except for the fact that we both needed her sanction to do it. As far as my head is concerned, I am as beautifully unblocked as I have ever been in my life. Yes, I love you. No, I don't ever have to fuck you again. If it happens, fine. If it doesn't, that's fine, too. I needed this one, David, but this one time is all I'm entitled to. If necessary, it will be enough. I can't tell you how often I have dreamed of having your wonderful cock inside my pussy. Yet, actually doing it with you was so much better than my fantasy. I believe I'll act out more of them."
"How can you turn it on and off that way? Right now, I feel that I don't want us to stop being together. I think I want you more than I did while we were fucking."
"No, you don't. You just want to be honorable about it. If you wanted me that much, I would have sensed it and stopped it because Helen is my friend and I would do nothing to harm her. But the big reason that I can be as cool as I am right now is because I'm aware of the great differences between us, David. I want there to be as much space between us as those differences demand."
"Differences? What differences?"
"Now, don't be upset. Just accept the fact that as much as I really had to have you this one time, we could never have a healthy one-on-one."
"Why?"
"Well, you're almost twice my age, for openers. I've fucked maybe forty or fifty guys in my life, and I prefer the older ones for their gentility, but no one can deliver a hard-ass, let's-get-it-on, nonstop fuck like a young stud half-mad at the world and himself. I love to make love, but I equally adore a dynamite fuck from time to time."
"Didn't I ... well, didn't I just do both? Didn't I fuck you and make love to you at the same time?"
"Yes, and it was marvelously kind of you. The fucking, I mean."
"Kind? I wasn't being kind."
"During the fucking, you were. David, I know you. I work with you every day. You're a lover, David, a kind tender lover. You're not a fucker. Tonight, your love making was real, but your flicking was all show. Strictly for my benefit. If we lived together, the fucking would quickly fade away, and I would soon be out in some bar, rubbing my cunt against the tight pants of a super-macho-type stud hung up on the fact that his cock is the biggest in the room, his waist is the trimmest, and his fucking is the meanest action in town. Part of me loves to love men like you, and part of me really gets off fucking men like that. I don't think you'd like me out fucking around, would you?"
David choked on his cigarette laughing. "No, I don't think I would like that at all. When do you think your search will stop?"
"When I find the right combination. Half-lover, half-fucker. No offense, but you really should work on your flicking. That may be one of the problems between you and Helen. A woman needs it from time to time. Nothing unscrambles all the cobwebs like a good fucking. I tried letting men whip me and spank me a few times, but frankly it really didn't do that much for me. No, for my money, there's nothing like a good fucking from a tight-assed, big-pricked punk kid who thinks he's the best thing that happened to women since the birth control pill."
"Connie, I'm shocked. I'm truly shocked. As close as we've been, it never occurred to me that you were such a ... a sexual person."
"It wasn't supposed to occur to you, love. You're my boss, remember? Don't get me wrong. Td love to give up my sexual freedom to the right man, but I'm not about to jump into a one-on-one like most of those I see around me. I know exactly what I want, and I'm not budging until I get it. I'll tell you this, though. If I do get married, I'll pattern my marriage after yours and Helen's. I think you two are perfect together."
"Even under the circumstances," David said, looking solemnly off toward the kitchen.
Without flinching Connie bent forward and captured his cock in her mouth again. "Hey, sunshine, none of that. Don't forget the tasks before us."
"What tasks?"
"Helen has asked you to call upon your wisdom and your patience during this bard time of her life. Now, she doesn't ask for so much that you can cop out and refuse her. And my job is to make damn sure you're comfortable while you're using all your energies being wise and patient. Let's go to bed."
And to bed they went. It was extremely pleasant to David to have a young, vibrant female dancing nude in his bedroom. Her joy became so infectious, David had no choice but to release the troubles in his mind.
After a laugh-filled shower, they fell into bed and fucked and sucked until dawn.
CHAPTER TEN
For the next ten days Helen lived out a drama that could best be entitled Good News and Bad News. The good news was her sharing Laurie's room and sleeping with this beautiful little sexpot whom Helen came to love and think of as Walt Disney's answer to Little Annie Fanny.
Helen would sometimes wake up at four in the morning to find Laurie's long slender fingers inside her own pussy. Her stirring inevitably would awaken Laurie and they would lock themselves in the sixty-nine position and eat each other for as long as an hour before falling to sleep again.
More good news was Taija, upon whose wisdom and warm vibrations Helen was growing more and more dependent, only in that every day Helen learned what, for her, were basic truths of life to which she had never been exposed.
"How can you be such a practical mother to Crystal," Helen asked her after a few days of observation, "and still be her best friend?"
"She knows I'm her mother first and her friend second. When she is older and on her own, I will be her friend first and her mother second. I have been her mother since she was born and maybe even before, but her friendship is something I must earn by being a trusting mother."
And the sex with Taija was incredibly exhilarating. Taija learned the secrets of Tantric Yoga at an early age. "It is the exchange of mind, body and spirit," Taija told Helen after she had put her through a particularly high and totally peaceful sexual experience. "We spend most of our life living in the past or the future. When you have sex you must let the mind flow in the present tense, rather than think in the past; you must let the body flow rather than perform to the orders of the thinking mind; and you must let the spirit carry you upward as it will when it is allowed to flow unblocked by the mind and body. Once you reach that high place, which is simply the core of life itself, or in terms of time, the center of the present tense, then you experience the ecstasy and comfort of open-soul memory. At that place, all fear disappears, for you know you have been through the life cycle hundreds, sometimes thousands of times before, learning lessons, feeling feelings, in many different forms."
Helen didn't understand or accept Taija's concepts fully, but she had experienced a peace with herself and the world around her immediately after every orgasm Taija had triggered with her tongue of seemingly infinite flutters.
One day after Helen had been there a while, Taija initiated Helen in a sex rite which began with four hours of meditation, in which the two women at naked in the dark silence of the living room, breathing an incense midly dosed with hashish.
When the meditation period was over, Taija straddled Helen's lap, facing her, still in the seated position. Each movement Taija made toward Helen was counterpointed by a complementary response from Helen. It was as though they were performing a sexual dance with religious overtones, which had been choreographed centuries before. Helen didn't know what she was doing, she just did it.
Each relaxed the muscles at the base of the skull and the back and the legs of the other with massage. Then as Taija tilted to the right to kiss and gently suckle Helen's left nipple Helen automatically made the corresponding move. They fingered each other's pussy like mirror images and each drank deeply of the nectar which issued forth from the other's mouth.
Intertwined like pretzels, they touched at the lips, the nipples and the cuts, a feat which Helen later deemed to be impossible, yet it had happened. And when their kissing and clit-fencing sent them to higher planes of consciousness, Helen felt a definite exchange of energy in the general vicinity of their navels. Taija pressed their temples together and Helen experienced a similar energy transfer of their minds.
Soon they were both swept up in what Helen would recall as the most complete fusion she had ever had with another human being. They seemed to be of one mind and one body, rising higher and higher, moving, swaying, rubbing, touching, kissing, until they froze together, locked at the mouth, tits and clit like a single pillar of stone. After a few seconds of this sustained closeness, a mighty orgasm swept through them simultaneously. It was a most powerful orgasm, yet both of them were quite calm as it rushed through them like a jolt of electric current forming a circuit between them everywhere they touched.
In the aftermath of this climax, Helen felt herself rise above the still-clinging bodies in a spiral path and hover about six feet over them. She could see the contrast of dark and white flesh below her as she saw herself enrapt with and wrapped around Taija's lovely form. Both figures seemed to be in a state of suspended animation.
Then she looked up and out and felt the total peace of being a small but integral atomic structure within the larger whole of the Universe itself. Basking in this peace for a time, lingering in the quiet excitement of this other world, she then looked back at the still photograph of the loving forms below her, and slowly, again in spiral fashion, wound her way back inside herself.
Later, Helen repeated her dream to Taija, telling her she could still feel her chin on Taija's shoulder and their temples pressed together throughout the dream.
"It wasn't a dream," Taija informed her, wearing a gentle smile.
"How do you know?"
"Because I went with you. We astrally projected together, our mutual orgasm being the force to launch us from our bodies just as a rocket is launched from its pad by jet propulsion."
"I don't believe you!" Helen blurted out, covering her mouth with the embarrassment one feels when one's privacy has been invaded.
"That is your option," Taija calmly responded.
"No, no, it couldn't be! I don't believe in all that nonsense. It was an illusion. I'm certain of it."
"And you are right, for everything is an illusion. But as illusions go, how did it compare to others in the way it made you feel?"
"It was absolutely the best dream I have ever had in my life. The peace. The freedom. The love I felt toward myself and you and everything around me. It was the best."
"Would you like to do it again one day?"
"I don't know. It was so scary, I don't know if I could find the courage."
"Were you afraid while it was happening?"
"No, not at all, but look at the gooseflesh on my skin right now. If I did come out of my body, as you say, could I not go so far as not to find my way back?"
"Yes, that is possible, but most unlikely, especially while in the company of an experienced traveler such as myself."
Helen and Taija never spoke of the experience after that. The thought of not returning to her body so horrified Helen that she repressed the experience completely.
That was the good news and there was plenty of it. So much new data was constantly bombarding Helen that she hardly had a chance to think about it, much less evaluate it. But there was plenty of bad news as well, and it was all delivered by Paul.
On the afternoon of the first day, Paul ordered Helen to bring him the money she had in her savings account, and as soon as he had it safely in his hand he informed her that she had just bought a one-way ticket to Hell.
All of the household chores fell upon her shoulders at Paul's request. She did all of the cleaning, cooking, washing and ironing for the ,whole family. Paul warned Taija and Laurie against secretly helping her, with the threat of cruel and inhuman punishment if they did.
On the second day, Paul demanded that Helen serve them a seven-course Japanese dinner. Having spent three years in Japan, Helen welcomed the challenge and she went about the shopping and long preparation of the meal in high spirits. She was also ordered to rent a proper costume and go through the time-consuming act of putting on white makeup and the face of a geisha girl so that she might serve them in the proper style.
Paul tasted each of the seven courses, spitting out the food as soon as it entered his mouth, then demanding that Helen throw the garbage out and clean the kitchen from top to bottom while he took the others out to dine on edible Japanese food. Even though she knew the food was excellent and Paul was playing another of his vicious games, she broke into tears when they left. The waste of the food and the fourteen hours she had slaved in preparation for the evening was just too much for her to bear.
Helen had gone to bed by the time they returned, upon which time Paul woke her up and demanded she remove and clean all of the Venetian blinds in the apartment, making sure she didn't wake anyone while she was doing it.
The job took Helen six hours to finish. She returned to bed but found herself supercharged with nervous energy and couldn't sleep. The moment she closed her eyes, she would feel Paul on top of her, jamming his cock inside her dry pussy, hurting her with the friction of his thrusts. Then, as soon as she felt her juices flowing, his presence would whisk out of the room.
Curious as to whether he had actually been there or not, she stole silently into his studio, a huge room with a wide expanse of glass rising on a diagonal line to meet the ceiling at a height of eighteen feet. There was a platform under this huge skylight that supported a huge round waterbed flooded by starlight and moonlight. The usual rule was for Taija to sleep at his feet and for Laurie to sleep in her own room, but that night, Paul felt especially magnanimous and allowed both women the high honor of sleeping at his sides.
Feeling herself drawn to him like a magnet, she quietly crawled upon the rug of mixed animal skins that covered the bed and inches her way ever so slowly between his legs.
Paul lay on his back, stretched out in such a way that he appeared to be much taller than he really was. His hairy muscular chest heaved with the rhythm of deep sleep as Helen carefully slipped his sleeping cock into her mouth and sucked it as softly as possible.
Paul groaned and Helen froze in her position like a statue, letting the muscles of her mouth relax around the swelling head of his cock-until he quit moving and his deep breathing returned.
Then she picked up her sucking action again and soon his cock was fully erect, pulsating power that excited her all the way to her toes.
She licked his balls and continued to suck the giant head of his prick until she tasted his preseminal fluid. Again, with the wariness of a cat burglar, she moved up as far as she could on her knees and pressed the head of his cock inside her flooding cunt.
Her heart was beating wildly as she took Paul's cock fully inside her eager pussy and held it in that deep velvet jungle while she squeezed and palmed her nipples to their full hardness. She closed her eyes and fell into a state of sweet rapture, expanding and contracting her cunt muscles around the hard fat rod of flesh inside her.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" snapped Paul.
"I'm ... I ... " she muttered, stung by the sharp intrusion of his words.
"Speak up, you dippy cunt' Who the fuck do you think you are coming in here and wrapping your foul-smelling snatch around my beautiful cock?"
"I couldn't help it, Paul. I finished the blinds. All of them. They're spotless. But I couldn't sleep. You were in bed with me, fucking me, and I -- "
"That'll be the day. The first time I move an inch toward that ill-contoured carcass you call your body is the day I'll hang up sex altogether. And you, the flicking tramp who had the audacity to charge into this apartment and claim I had raped you in that elevator. Shit! You ought to be put away!"
"But I -- "
"Shut up and listen to me, you stupid shit! Do I come in your room while you're sleeping and do this?" He bucked upward, ramming his cock fully inside her, lifting her up a few inches to avoid the pain of his entrance.
"No."
"And do I do this?" he asked, reaching up and twisting both her tits with hands from which shot electric warmth that jolted her nervous system.
"No."
"Then what gives you the fucking right to disturb me while I'm sleeping?! Don't you know better than to go where you're not invited?" As he verbally berated her, he popped her deep and hard with his dick in sync with his speech patterns. "Have you ever been invited into this room before?"
"No," she panted, the lust welling inside her loins with each of his battering ram thrusts into her snapping cunt.
"This is a sacred room, shithead! One to which you will not gain entrance until you have earned the fucking right, dig it?!"
"Yes, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. You must understand that I couldn't help it." She, too, began riding him with the rhythm of her voice, pumping her pussy against his stomach pubis with bonecracking fury. Perspiration had already begun to bead on her forehead, matting the loose strands of red hair which fell toward her glowing green eyes. The muscles of her ass drew taut with every forward thrust toward satisfaction, and her inflamed clitoris was protruding like the tongue of a Chinese dragon.
"Good," Paul said, pulling out of her and rolling over on his stomach so quickly that she felt prickles of pain in her pussy as her muscles, bearing down on a cock that wasn't there, collapsed against the vacuum. "Now get the hell out of here!"
Dizzy with frustration, Helen stretched out on Paul's back and kissed his hairy shoulders and the back of his neck wantonly. "No, please come back, Paul! Don't leave me up in the air like this! I want your cock inside me! I want you to fuck me! Please, fuck me, Paul! I need your cock! I must hive it!"
Paul rose again very slowly up on one elbow, turned and glared into her eyes with pure disgust. "I told you to leave the room, you worthless piece of shit, and I mean exactly what I said. Do I have to illustrate my point with a karate chop to your miserable throat?" There was a mean calmness in Paul's voice that turned Helen's blood to icewater.
"No," she said, withdrawing from him, shaking like a. whipped animal. "I'll go. I only wantedto be with you. I'm sorry if I disturbed your sleep. It won't happen again."
Paul was snoring before Helen finished her sentence, and if the other women had noticed what was going on, they both decided to keep their eyes closed to it.
Wanting to cry, but unable to find the tears, Helen quietly retreated from the studio and returned to Laurie's room. She took a shower and masturbated long past dawn, even though her attempts to get off were in vain.
The formula was well established. Every time Helen offered Paul a gift of her time or herself, he would return abuse and humiliation to her.
On the third day of her of her stay, Paul sent Helen out into the hall naked to get the New York Times, delivered to his door, then locked the door behind her, leaving her to fashion herself a skirt and top from the newspapers and camp at his door for three hours before Laurie arrived to let her in, at which time he exploded at her for ruining his paper and made her go door to door to beg for another one.
On the fifth morning, Taija and Helen went out into the Village for the weekly shopping for the household.
It was the first real break Helen had had from the constant bombardment of negativity from Paul, and she felt very sisterly toward the beautiful Indian woman as they squeezed tomatoes and talked about the more mundane daily activities of life. In those two hours of peace, Helen realized that she was getting entirely too much input of other people's philosophies.
When they returned to the apartment, Taija drew a bath for them in Laurie's bathroom. They lay soaking in the hot tub with their feet toward one another for a full five minutes, letting the water drain the tension from their legs. Like children who had been allowed to go out the first day of summer vacation, they had walked much further than they had realized.
When she had again achieved her balance, Taija slowly began massaging Helen's feet. She inched her long slender fingers along the natural valleys between Helen's toes, triggering exciting sensations which traveled through Helen's nervous system.
Helen reciprocated by pulling Taija's leg over her so she could soothingly soap the insides of Taija's silky thighs. She washed them and teased them with just the tip of her nails.
Taija rinsed Helen's feet, then lowered her dark lips over Helen's big toe and sucked it, letting her tongue lash into the space between that toe and the next. She sucked each toe individually as though it were a toy cock. Helen moaned and groaned in pleasure throughout the experience, dying from the ultrasensitivity she felt in her feet, yet too tired and having too much joyous stimulation to stop Taija from sucking them.
It was Taija's turn to moan and groan when Helen reached up and flipped her clit with her finger. Then, using both hands Helen, pushed back the dark-lined lips of Taija's pussy, freeing her clit from its hood, then leaned in and lovingly licked the knot of erectile tissue.
"It's madness," Taija mumbled, lollingly letting her tongue roam about Helen's toes at random. "Delicious madness. Lick me, Helen. Your tongue is a brilliantly-colored snake whose fangs are filled with love instead of death. Suck me, my sweet sister. Oooooohhhhhhh, such a delight! Your mouth is such a delicacy upon my pussy. Eat me, darling. Yes, yes," she cooed, rolling languidly about in the warm water, now massaging the taut muscles in Helen's thighs. "I'm coming now."
Taija experienced her orgasm fully, uttering not a single sound as her climax flashed through her. She felt the orgasm rush out from her arched pussy in all directions -- to her head, to the nipples of her shimmering tits and out and through all nervous passages in her arms and legs.
Though her heart was beating madly, she didn't allow her breathing to increase to the point that it would distract her from feeling the marvelous feelings coursing through her body.
"Thank you," she said, in a still small voice when the current had stopped passing through her.
After a moment of rest, Taija drew her knees under her and ate Helen with such concentrated warmth that Helen came and kept coming for a full thirty seconds, wanting but unable to quit screaming during that period of time which seemed like many minutes.
"Why can't I control myself the way you do?" Helen asked Taija as they dried each other after the bath. "My screaming drowns out so much of the feeling. I know I'm missing a lot. Yet, when I make you come, you seem to savor every delicate moment of it."
"One must learn to walk before one can run," Taija said, a twinkle of satisfaction filling her eyes. "You must remember that I have been trained in the art of making love by experts. My first teacher took me through the journey of the Veils when I was fourteen years old."
"The journey of the Veils? I've never heard of that. What is it?"
"Everyone wants to feel and be felt. But we don't know how much or with whom so we surround ourselves with veils to protect our feelings from being abused. We forget that what we're really after is the feeling of joy and we block that feeling by closing up."
"I see. What you're really saying is that I should do less thinking and less protecting, so I can really feel the feeling, rather than worrying about whether I should or not."
"Exactly. When you scream, you are telling me that you're feeling a feeling you are afraid to feel, and it was upon you before you could stop it, so now you are going to scream at it in hopes that you can scream it away."
"I don't think I understand."
"You will. It is my fault. I am going too fast with you.
That night Paul ate the food Helen prepared for him, but refused to allow her to eat with them. Then, while she was doing the dishes, he rushed into the room and began shouting at her.
"You've poisoned me, you treacherous cunt! Get me something! My stomach is on fire!"
Helen scampered all over the kitchen until she found some baking soda. She shook like a frightened little girl under the presistent wrath of Paul, knowing she really hadn't done anything, but taking on all the guilt of his pain.
"I invite you into my home," Paul raved on, "like a trusting friend, you venomous slut, and this is the way you thank me! My guts are burning up! Give me that!" he shouted, ripping the glass of fizzing water from her trembling fingers and downing it with one gulp. "It won't help! I'm dying! Call the doctor!" He was now sprawled out on the kitchen table, clutching his mid-section like a man with several bullet holes in him.
"What doctor?"
"How the fuck should I know! I don't believe in the bastards! Surely you know one fucking doctor you can call!"
"I do, Paul," she exclaimed, now near tears, "but they are all in Bay View! It would take them an hour to get here!"
"I'll be dead in an hour, shithead! My stomach is bleeding now! I can feel the blood dripping down into my intestines!" In the midst of making the most hideous face imaginable, Paul belched loudly.
"But what can I do?!" Helen ranted. "I don't know anyone here in New York! Oh, my god, what have I done?!" she screamed, brusting into tears.
"Try to get a hold of yourself," Paul said calmly, hopping off the table, fully in control of his body. "All it was was a little gas. You really shouldn't over-dramatize things so much."
Paul whistled as he strolled from the kitchen, leaving Helen to sort out her emotions over a sink full of dirty dishes. She broke a plate in her nervousness and quickly hid it deep in the garbage can, fearing Paul would find it and punish her.
Paul continued his one-man campaign for the total humiliation of Helen Campion for the next three days, making himself unavailable to her sexually, while teasing her with his nudity and his open sexual exhibitions with Laurie and Taija. He was constantly promising Helen his cock if she would simply carry out certain household tasks, the results of which never satisfied him.
Then, on the morning of the eighth day of Helen's stay, Paul awoke in extrordinarily high spirits. He informed everyone that he had just accepted an invitation to spend the weekend with a wealthy patron of his in the wilds of Maine, said host being William Bradford III, a steel baron.
Crystal was taken to spend the time with Paul's sister in Queens, and when Laurie had deposited her, they all went to La Guardia Airport and boarded a 747.
The women were all excited by the thought of getting out of the city, but Helen nearly went into cardiac arrest when, at twenty thousand feet, Paul informed the ladies that they would be expected to fuck Mr. Bradford any time and any way he wished. Laurie and Taija took the news with a grain of salt, but Helen wanted to throw herself from the airplane.
"I can't do it! Why didn't you tell me?!" was Helen's initial reaction.
"Because I don't have to tell you anything, bitch! I thought I was doing you a favor by giving you a little warning, and what do I get for my efforts? A sobbing, out of control weakling, that's what! If you don't want to fuck this guy, we'll just leave you at the airport in Bangor and pick you up on the way back. I thought the fact that this man has a lot of money and is enamored of my work might have some effect on your need to pay me back for all the trouble I've been caused by your worthless presence. But now I can see that there's absolutely no compassion in you. Oh, the fucking world has to come to a stop when you want something, but my trip, my career, can be damned!"
"That's not the way I feel, Paul, and quit twisting my words!"
"How can I help it when they come out of such a hopelessly twisted mouth?"
"I give up. I'll do anything you say."
"Then you'll fuck him?" Paul asked with a curious arch to his eyebrows.
"I'll fuck him."
Paul let her words hang in the air for a few seconds. "You'll really turn on the charm? Though I realize you are most limited in that department."
"I'll do my best. Now, let's drop it"
After another pause, Paul turned to Helen again, eyed her with doubt and said, "How do I know you won't fuck up?"
"I don't know!" Helen blurted out with a shrug of surrender. "How can I know for sure until we get there?"
"Let's see," Paul mused, tugging his beard as he looked around the aircraft. "See that fancy looking dude over there in the red sports coat?"
"What about him?"
"Fuck him."
"Here? Now?"
"You got it."
Helen froze in her spot for a moment, considering all alternatives. Then she got up, held her head high and plopped herself into the seat next to the man in question.
"Nice day," the man said with a wide smile and breath which told Helen he had had a few drinks before takeoff. "Jack Taylor's my name."
Helen sat there fuming, staring against straight ahead with her arms folded across her chest.
"I'm from Delaware, Dover to be exact. Ever been to Dover?" Still no response. "Fine little town, yeah, fine little town, Dover. Not so little really, nothing like New York, but a nice place. A really nice place. You from New York?"
Helen caught Paul's eyes and glared at him. He laughed, putting her into an even fouler mood than she was.
"What do you do in Dover?" she asked the man sitting next to her.
"Oh, I ... not anything really special," he said, fumbling for his words, having accepted the situation as one-way. "Actually' I sell farm equipment. You know, tractors, bulldozers, things like that Sometimes -- "
"Would you care to fuck me?" she asked as matter-of-factly as asking someone to pass the sugar while dining.
"Uh ... sure," he whispered, leaning toward her very secretively. "When?"
"Now."
"Right now? Where?"
"Right here. Have you a blanket?"
"No."
"A raincoat, maybe."
"Yeah, I got a raincoat."
"Well, don't just sit there looking silly. Get it."
"Yes, ma'am, I sure will."
After Jack pulled down his raincoat from the over-head compartment, he returned to his seat. Helen placed it across their laps and removed her panties, leaving her skirt up around her waist. Then she turned over onto her side, away from jack and pretended to fall asleep.
Jack cautiously lowered his fly and played with his cock, pushing it against Helen's bare ass, looking very conspicuous as he scanned the plane for onlookers. As soon as he realized that no one was playing any attention to what he was doing, his cock became hard enough to gain entrance to Helen's pussy from behind.
A round-faced man, some thirty pounds over-weight, Jack Taylor began to sweat the moment his cock made contact with Helen's cunt.
He fucked her slowly to avoid attracting attention, but be really didn't get fully hard until be actually realized what he was doing. Two strokes later he came, unable to keep from issuing a stunted grunt.
Helen quickly disengaged herself from him, tucked her panties in her purse, then returned to her seat next to Paul without a word to Jack, who was. quite confused by the whole incident.
"Did you do it?" Paul asked, trying to hide his amusement.
"Yes and I've happy to report the gentleman was enthralled by the entire affair."
"I don't believe you."
"I thought of that. Why don't you stick your fingers between my legs and dig out a handful of come?"
"How do you feel?"
"I feel nothing. Absolutely nothing."
They were met at the airport by a long Lincoln, driven by a silent New Englander who took them to the Bradford Estate, a modest twenty-bedroom house near the Atlantic Ocean.
William Bradford joined them in the study as soon as they had been shown their rooms. Laurie had been goofing on the place, pretending she was a coffee baroness, and Paul censored her when the host walked in.
A big man in his fifties, Bradford still had those carefully kept features so often associated with the rich. Apart from an, obvious attempt to look and sound hip about painting and the increasing sexual mood of the times, he was a gentleman, who carried his position with grace and a certain amount of flair.
Dinner was an enjoyable experience for all. Fresh lobster and crab had been prepared by experts. The conversation ran the gamut from art to the price of steel on the world market.
All in all, an enjoyable evening was had by all, and Helen found a few qualities she could admire in this man, about whom she had read a lot in the society columns of the New York papers.
When they had finished their after-dinner brandy around the huge fireplace, which had been, imported from an Italian monestary, Helen and the other women retired to their quarters.
She had no more than climbed into bed, dressed in a long flannel nightgown provided by her host, when Bill Bradford III came storming into the room wearing nothing but a seven-inch erection. He jumped into bed next to Helen with the nonchalance of a husband of many years and began fondling her breasts hard through the nightgown.
Hurriedly Helen pulled the garment over her head and tried to extend some affection to him, but he didn't seem to be in the market for it.
He was rough with her, twisting her tits before throwing a leg over her and forcing her head into his crotch. All of his manners and gentleness were conspicuous by their absence as he pulled her head back by the hair and almost choked her with the forced penetration of his fat cock.
Helen tried to calm him by lovingly licking the sensitive underside of his prick and gently caressing his balls with her fingers, but he would have none of her tender mood. He bucked his cock forward, deeper into her mouth, showing no concern for his nearly crushing her ribs with his weight.
With no word of warning, he withdrew his cock from between her working lips as abruptly as he entered, then crouched between her frightened limbs and stuck his cock into her surprised pussy with the thrust of a man banging a wooden peg into a hole with a hammer.
Helen moaned and was about to object when Bradford's dripping lips silenced her mouth. He fucked her hard, and she found fucking him back to be the most comfortable approach to this situation.
Intent upon getting him off ,as quickly as possible, she wrapped her long legs around his forty-inch waist and slammed her cunt against his pubic bone with gnashing fury, employing cock-choking pressure from her pussy muscles. The friction between their genitals was great insomuch as Helen was so off-balance by his attack that she was just starting to lubricate properly after ten minutes into their fucking.
"My god, you're a fantastic fuck!" William shouted, fending off her attempt to bite him on the neck.
And you're about the most graceless slob it has ever been my misfortune to come into close quarters with, Helen thought, wondering when the dismal union would reach its completion.
Fighting her way out from under him to avoid suffocation, she managed to roll Bradford off her and sit atop his cock. Putting everything she had into it, she pumped him savagely, forcing her rhythm upon him to prevent getting caught in the face by one of his flailing elbows.
"AAARRRGGGHHHHH!" Bradford finally groaned, his come spurting from his overworked cock like buckshot falling far short of their target because of too little powder in the shell.
Without another word, Bradford left her bed and wavered on out of the room, leaving Helen to wonder how a man of his charm could fuck like an over-heated virgin sailor.
The next day, the group went out on Bradford's boat, a thirty-foot inboard pleasure craft moored on a fair-sized private lake Bradford had built with government assistance, presumably as a watering place for geese, which be promptly shot whenever he had the chance.
"Did William visit you last night after we retired?" Helen asked Laurie and Taija when she had the chance.
"No," they both answered.
"I can't understand him," Helen told them. "He barged into my room and fucked me as though he were performing some kind of duty. What's his story?"
"I've only met him once," Taija said. "Paul brought him home and sold him a couple of painting about six months ago. He's always treated me like a perfect gentleman."
"Helen," Bradford called up from below.
"Yes?"
"Come here a minute, I've got something to show you."
Helen glanced at the women, who returned her look with a shrug. She then looked across the boat at Paul who was sunning himself on the deck. He was asleep.
Helen went below and into Bradford's cabin. He was sitting naked on his bunk with an array of dildos and vibrators lying next to him.
"I've got a nice mid-afternoon surprise for you, pretty lady," he said, pulling down her bikini bottom and clutching her crotch with his hairy hand. "You'll love this."
Again before she was wet enough to accept anything in her cunt, he thrust a nine-inch motorized dildo into her pussy and activated the power switch.
"Mr. Bradford, that hurts!" she exclaimed, jumping nearly out of her skin. "If you want to make love, let's do it, but these things don't interest me in the least."
As he removed the gadget from her cunt, she kneeled down on the floor of the boat, pulled off the top of her bathing suit and went down on him, brushing her beautiful tits against his knees.
When she had sucked him into a state of hardness, he lay back on the bunk, covered his face with his hand and groaned as though the experience was very painful to him.
After many minutes of diligent cocksucking, she sucked him off, swallowing his come so as not to offend him. As the few drops spurted into Helen's waiting mouth, his body jerked and more sounds of pain came from his throat.
"Forgive me," he said, after a while. "But I'm sorry. I can't fuck you anymore."
"Hey, that's all right;" she said. "I'm fine."
"Thank you," he said with a sigh. "Tm so relieved. You won't tell Paul, will you, my dear?"
"Tell him what?"
"That I was inadequate in this matter. He told me about your malady, and I don't want him to know I can no longer assist you in this matter."
"My malady, Mr. Bradford? Just what am I suffering from?"
"Nymphomania. Paul told me all about it. He said that if you weren't serviced at least three times a day, you would go into deep depression, which approached a suicidal state. I'd like to help you again as I did last night, but I've simply not the right person. Helen, I've a homosexual."
"Then why didn't you tell me? Why did you persist in doing something unpleasant to you?"
"Paul told me he would let me make love to him if I cared for your needs. Please don't give me away."
"I won't tell him," she promised, then rejoined the others, burning to give Paul a piece of her mind, only to find that he had abandoned ship and was swimming back to the house so he could dress before Bradford tried to seduce him.
Helen was still fighting with Paul when the four of them got aboard their flight back to New York City. "What do you mean putting me in that kind of disgusting situation?"
"Because you're disgusting, that's why! When are you going to learn that I think less of you than I do a pile of shit!"
"Don't talk that way," she said, unable to keep back the tears. "How can you be so cruel to someone who can't control her emotions around you?"
"That's just the point!" he boomed in her ear. "I'm not going to think of giving a rotten shit about you one way or the other until you get your act together! Take your hand off me!"
Helen changed seats with Laurie and spent the rest of the flight in pain, watching Laurie's body writhe as she sucked Paul's cock, hidden from the others under a large scarf of Taija's.
Back in the city, Paul avoided Helen altogether for the next couple of days. Then on the morning of the eleventh day, Paul appeared at the foot of Laurie's bed, wearing a black mask, shirt and tights. He stood there silently until Helen opened her eyes and screamed.
"Put on your robe and follow me," he commanded.
They went up to the roof of the building where Paul took off her robe, leaving her exposed to the views from the many taller buildings around them.
"Paul this is terrible," she said, trying to cover herself. "It's nine o'clock ,in the morning! People will report us to the police."
"In which case, I hope you will find the good sense to pretend you don't know me," he said, pulling his cock and balls free from the fly in his tights. "Suck it, tramp. Let's see if you've learned anything."
Helen spotted several people watching her as she kneeled on her robe and took his cock in her mouth hungrily, but she forgot all about them the instant she tasted his dick, which he had covered with honey.
"This is a special treat for me," he said, standing with his arms folded like the sterotypical executioner in charge of beheadings. "The honey produces heat that I find rather exciting, even when licked off by a cocksucker as inept as yourself.
"Ohhhhhhh, it's marvelous," she cooed, lapping up the honey which collected around the head, then rubbing his growing cock against the soft skin of her throat. "I get drunk every time I eat you. I could suck your glorious cock all day."
"Except for the fact that I wouldn't let you, slut. Please try to find my rhythm rather than imposing yours on me. I tell you these things time and time again, but you're such a hopeless moron, you simply don't think about anything but your own pleasure. I really don't know why I put up with you at all. You don't have the brains to appreciate me. Suck it right, fuckf ace, or I'll send you packing."
"No, no, not yet," she said, concentrating on the feel of his cock in her mouth, desperately trying to find the rhythm that produced the geratest degree of hardness.
She sucked him for almost thirty minutes, and she grew most excited as she could sense she had him on the verge of coming. "Yes, Paul, give it to me," she said, her eyes twinkling as she looked up at him. By this time she had completely forgotten where she was and didn't notice Paul waving at all the people who had come to their windows to see what was happening.
"Not today."
"Oh, please! I want to swallow your come! Please shoot off in my mouth! I know you're closet I know it!"
"How would you like the honor of fucking me this morning?"
"Oh, yes, that would be fantastic," she said with glee, her clit springing forth from its hood the moment he made the offer.
"Come this way," Paul said, puffing his cock from the pocket of her mouth with a resounding pop and parading to the edge of the building.
He sat upon the ledge, with his legs dangling over the side. After a quick look down at the traffic in the street, he reached out, grabbed her arm, and brought her to him.
"Climb over me," he said. "I want you to fuck me here."
"Oh, no, Paul," she said, taking a quick look over the side and feeling a bolt of tension hit her stomach. "I can't. I'm scared."
"Just like in the elevator?"
"Yes, I've terrified of the thought of falling."
"Good, we'll kill several birds with the same stone."
"No."
"I didn't ask you, I told you, cunt! Now, get your ass out here on this ledge before I throw you over the side!"
Helen was crying from terror as she climbed onto the ledge and sat on Paul's lap, facing him.
"Put your tutees on the ledge," he told her. "That's right. Now let me get my cock inside you."
"What's the point of this whole -- "
"Shut up and fuck!"
"I ... I can't. I've not wet enough."
"Okay, then, get wet!" he shouted, holding her out from him to make her wonder if he might push her off.
"I'll try, I'll try," she said, her eyes quickly drying up.
Calling on every fantasy she could think of, Helen concentrated with all her might on getting turned on. The elevator scene turned the trick. She remembered the first moment Paul's cock entered her pussy and her juice factory was back in full production. She inserted his cock into her pussy, closed her eyes tight and humped him.
"Open your eyes!"
"I don't want to!"
"I don't care! Open your eyes and look at me!" he shouted, peeling off his mask and tossing it toward the street.
She opened her eyes slowly, just squinting at first, then looked directly into his eyes.
"What do you see?"
"I see Paul. I see you."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm fucking you. I've got your fat cock in my pussy and I'm fucking you."
"Are you enjoying it?"
"No, I'm scared. I'm too scared to enjoy it."
"Does it feel good fucking me?"
"Not particularly. I'm worried that I might fall. I've so worried, I can't really get into the sex."
"Where's David?"
"I don't know. At the studio, I suppose."
"And where's Sharon?"
"I don't know."
"Wouldn't you rather be with them right now than up on a rooftop risking your life to fuck someone you really don't care anything about?"
"But you made me do it!"
"I did no such thing. I told you to do it, but you did it. Don't blame your bum trip on me, lady. Where the fuck is your will?"
"No more, please, no more. Just hold me. Just fuck me. No more lectures. I can't stand it."
"And I can't stand you! You're a scumbag!. I've losing my erection. I'm going back to the apartment."
"No, no, not yet! Please, not yet! You'll be mad at me! You'll punish me!" She increased the pace of her fucking. Her knees were digging into small pieces of gravel on the ledge and she didn't even feel it.
"I'm not going to punish you. I'm simply going back to the apartment. I've had it with you. This is it, kid, the end of the line. I don't want to see your ugly face again as long as I live."
"But you can't ... you can't stop now! I've not free! You have my orgasm! I want it back! Paul, please, I beg of you, give me one more chance to get my orgasm back! You're mean and hateful! You've never given me my way in anything we've done. You promised if I gave you the money, you'd help me get free from you! Help me!"
"Okay, okay, calm down," he said, steadying himself on the ledge. "Easy now, I almost fell! Slow down, slow down. That's better. Okay, you've said I've never given you your way. I've going to do it now. This is our last fuck together, do you understand that?"
"Yes."
"If you want to get your orgasm back, get it back now, because there's no tomorrow. Fuck met Fuck me with everything you've got! Get me off, then get back to your own kind!"
Helen looked deeply into his eyes and was startled to discover they were a chocolate brown, not black at all, as she thought they were. And he seemed so young, like a boy. And there was a lot of warmth in his eyes and none of the hate.
Paul coaxed her close to him and kissed her. As he slowly searched the soft inside of her mouth with his tongue, his cock grew inside her pumping pussy and he. started fucking back.
Helen relaxed as Paul took on the role of lover, finding her rhythm. He touched her breasts tenderly, flooding her with warmth from his hands. He kissed her neck, her ears, her temples and her eyes, lapping up and swallowing a tear which followed the release of tension from Helen's body.
Having gotten something back from the man she had given so much of herself to, Helen was sailing now as Paul fucked her and kissed her with the cock and the mouth of a lover, instead of the animal she had grown to know so well.
Paul's cock was dancing inside her, probing and pushing against the sides of her warm pussy, but never forcing entrance. He was moving with her moves. They were together. They were fucking and kissing and holding together.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," he moaned softly, "I'm about to come. I don't think I can hold out much longer."
That was all she needed to hear. Her eyes brightened and she kissed him fully on the mouth and took over the controls, picking up the pace just a fraction, tightening her cunt muscles just a degree or two. She was sucking his cock with her pussy. She was holding him close to her bosom and the warmth passing between them sent her to a place of both height and awareness.
"Dooon't hold out," she cooed in his ear. "Come. Come now. Let your come flow inside me. Do it, Paul. Do it, now."
"Now! Oooooohhhhhhhhh yes, NOW!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, yes, yes, YEESSSSSSSSSS!" she shouted, smiling as bright as the sunshine over their heads.
With calm clear eyes they each looked deeply into the eyes of the other as the come rushed from Paul's cock into Helen's waiting pussy. They watched each other come until long past the last drop of semen had spurted forth.
They kissed and bugged for several minutes after that. Paul made no move to leave, waiting for her to hang on as long as she wished.
When Helen pulled off him, she climbed back down on the roof and walked to her robe on unsteady legs. When she turned back to find Paul, she saw him disappear through through the door to the stairs.
Helen put on her robe slowly. She stretched a stretch of pure contentment, then went back to the Babka apartment. Taija let her in and stayed with her while she dressed.
"I know it's time for me to go," Helen said to her back at the door. "What really went on here? Will I ever know?"
"Certainly. We all come from different tribes -- you, Paul, Laurie and myself. We eat differently, we dress differently, we make love differently. We showed each other our ways. That's what went on here. How do you feel?"
"Perfect. Humpty Dumpty seems to be back together again. May I tell Paul goodbye?"
"No, he's locked up working again. I'll tell him for you."
The two women kissed and hugged each other warmly, then Helen disappeared into the elevator.
About an hour later, Paul came storming out of his studio. "God damn son-of-a-bitch, just when I've really got the juices flowing a fucking cloud covers the sun! How can that be? There wasn't a cloud in the sky ten minutes ago!"
"Thank you, Paul," Taija said with a warm smile, kissing her husband on the cheek.
"For what?"
"For letting her go."
"Oh, that," he said with a shrug. "Yeah, I guess it was time. Didn't want to. She sure was a fine piece of ass. But ... yeah ... yeah, it was time."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"No, David, push!:: ,Connie exclaimed smiling, trying to keep her exasperation hidden from him.
"But I might hurt you," he said, bridging her lovely body with his on the Campion' bed.
"You're not going to hurt me. Pussies are a lot tougher than you think. Besides, if you ram me too deeply I can always back away. You're like a fighter, pulling his punches. Follow through! Put some oomph behind it. Now, try it again."
David resumed his fucking, picking up the tempo of his stroke. "Like this? Is this what you mean?"
"That's ... that's a little better, but you're still protecting me too much. I'm not a china doll. I'm not going to break. I'm a broad who's had a busy day and I want to be fucked. So let's get it on! Hit it!" He strained forward, then back. "Again! Again! Again. Oh, yes! That's nice!"
It was like a dance lesson. Connie and David had been fucking for the better part of an hour, and he was falling apart. Having spent eleven days with the girl, he was over most of the soreness which accompanied his using muscles he hadn't used in a long time, but his arms, shoulders and legs were still not prepared for the heavy pace she had been putting him through.
Connie had instructed him to try to fuck more freely, not to be so wooden. She tried to explain that every move didn't have to be thought out first. It had to flow. The motion had to be easy and natural. But the punch had to be there. The kick was missing.
"Sorry, babe, I've got to stop," he said, sadly shaking his head. "My arms have had it."
"You're almost there. You get so close to getting it all together. I'm sure just a little longer and you'll fall into the groove."
"But I haven't any more time, sweet teacher!"
"Tell you what," she said, rolling him over on his side, letting his cock slip out of her pussy, "I'll get on top, but you continue to do the fucking and I'll keep following."
"I don't know if I can make it," he said, breathing as hard as a fighter knocked out flat on his back. "The strain was so great there toward the end, I lost my hard-on. Heaven only knows if I can get it up again."
"That's my department," she said, sweeping her long black hair out of her face as she leaned over his cock and took it into her mouth.
Connie sucked on him for about five minutes before he was ready for action again. His erection was timid, gaining ground, then losing it because of his exhaustion coupled with the feeling that he would not be able to perform again. But as soon as she worked his cock into a fuckable state and climbed aboard him, slipping his cock into the warm nest of her cunt, he realized there might be one more fuck in him after all.
Connie was gentle with him, stroking his face and lightly touching just the surface of his chest and arms, but consciously refusing to be the aggressor. She rocked around his cock in slow teasing circles, insisting that if deeper penetration was to be experienced, he would have to initiate it.
Soon David came around, reaching further inside her with his cock to get relief from the lightness of their genital contact. And before long, he was bucking forward, popping his cock inside her reluctant pussy, forcing a reaction from her. She began to answer his plea with return motions, careful not to take the play away from him, staying just behind his lead, keeping pressure on his cock with . her cunt muscles, which only encouraged him to fuck toward greater heights.
When he finally got his ass in gear, Connie hung on and rode with him. Driven by desire rather than his mind, David took longer strokes and drove as deeply inside her pussy as he could without concern that his driving cock might be an intrusion.
"Do it, do it," Connie cooed, massaging the muscles of his arms with an ever-increasing grasp, one approaching pain. "Fuck me. Fuck me. I'm a lady you just picked up at a bar who has been teasing men all night with no intention of fucking them. I've a cock-tease, a devilish cunt that only likes to drive men out of their minds. Night after night I go there and brush my tits against any man I might be able to get a rise out of. I don't wear panties, and sometimes I flutter my skirt in such a way, coming off the bar stool, that the man I chose to torment gets both a quick beaver shot and blush of innocence from me. I'll do anything and say anything to make men mad for me, hoping to turn them against one another, leading them like a Judas goat to the parking lot, where I play dumb in hopes to get them to beat the living shit out of one another. I'm a cunt who has never been properly fucked. Oh, god, yes, David! Deeper! Harder! I want to destroy men because they're such simple fools that can be led around by the nose. What good are they except to tease their egos then cut off their balls? They have no right to their balls. They're cowardly fairies strutting around with cocks they haven't the courage to use. Chest beaters with unloaded guns. Arrrgghhhhh! Fucking with their minds and bodies excites me, and when I can get them to fight one another, to smash each other's faces in, when I see their lying faces streaming blood and hear the sound of the ambulance, I get off. I come. I ... Ohhhhhhh! Your cock is like a battering ram inside me, David! Work out!"
David's face was red from the blood rushing to it. His muscles stood out from the bones in his arms and legs as taut as steel cables as he held the cheeks of Connie's ass firmly with his sweating bands and forced his cock inside her to the limit at a savage pace.
"And then ... and then ... all . worked up ... all excited ... I go home and masturbate. I rub my clit with with my long beautiful fingers ... and think ... and think of all the men I have destroyed. And I come over and over again. Then I go out the next night and do the same thing all over again ... the very same ... AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!"
In the midst of Connie's orgasm, David rolled her over on her back hard and, keeping his prick inside her torrid pussy, came crashing down on top of her, fucking her with the mad thrusts of a rapist.
The harder he banged her, the better she liked it. She bit his shoulder, but he didn't feel a thing. She pulled long scratches down his back with her nails, and his reaction was only to fuck her harder.
David was filled with a new energy that be had never known before. He felt as though he could fuck Connie at this pace for hours and never get tired. Flashes of heavyweight boxers having at it zipped through his mind before Connie's hot sweaty flesh again got his attention and he became obsessed to bury his thundering cock as hard and deeply inside her as he could.
Connie tried to bite the flashing snake of David's tongue as he forced it between the rows of her teeth, but he was too fast for her.
"AAAHHHHHHH!" she shouted, sucking his tongue like a cock as she was hit by another mighty climax. "That's it! You've got it! You're fucking me, sweetheart! You're really fucking me!"
After another five minutes of nonstop pounding, Connie tried to call a halt to the proceedings, but David was too much into it to believe her objections.
"I mean it, David. That's it! There isn't any morel I've spent! I've had it! I made up that story, for crissake!"
"Not yet, cunt! Not quite yet! Not until I've taught you a lesson you'll never ... OOHHHHHHH MMMMYYYYYYYY GGGGOOOODDDDDDD!"
"David, are you all right in there?!" came Jenny's voice from the hall.
"Daddy, are you hurt?!" asked Sharon from behind the closed door.
"Yes, yes, I've fine!" David shouted back, holding his hand over Connie's mouth. "I just banged my knee against the wall coming out of the shower! I'll be right out!"
"Thank God," Jenny said, relieved. "I thought you were dying. We just got back from the movie. We left early because it was so violent. I'm going to fix dinner now."
"Thank you, Jenny," David said. "The steaks are in the refrigerator wrapped in brown paper."
"Are you sure you're all right?"
"Perfect. You know how good it feels when it stops hurting. Make enough for Connie."
"Where is she? I saw her car in the driveway."
"Oh, she walked down to the shopping center to pick up some ice cream. She'll be here directly."
"Oh," Jenny said, sounding a little hurt, "is that all?"
David and Connie had to continue to hold their mouths to keep from laughing out loud as they hurriedly dressed and made the bed.
David was ready before Connie was and pointed to the sliding glass door which led out into the back yard before leaving the bedroom to join Sharon and Jenny in the kitchen.
Connie slipped out of the house when she had finished dressing And headed off through the trees toward the shopping center.
Dinner was ready by the time Connie returned with the ice cream, and just as they were all about to sit down, they heard a car door slam.
"It's Mommy! It's Mommy!" Sharon screamed, racing outside.
David was close behind her, sweeping her up into his arms as they both kissed and hugged Helen. Connie and Jenny were in the middle of the huddle a few seconds later.
Helen's homecoming was so loud and joyous, it completely chased away the butterflies that had gathered in her stomach as she drove into her driveway.
"I can't tell you how happy I am to be home," Helen said, the tears streaming from her face. "I'm fine now, completely fine. The country. The trees. The time to think things out were all that I needed. Will you ever forgive me, darling?"
"What's there to forgive?" David said. "You're back and you're all right. Hey, let's go inside, I'm getting rain in my eyes."
"It isn't raining, Daddy," Sharon said.
"Maybe not on you," he said, beaming from ear to ear, "but it sure is raining on me."
"Oh, what would I do without all of you?" Helen 'said. "Thank you, Connie," she added, kissing her warmly on the cheek. "And you, Jenny. Got any juicy gossip for me?"
"Not a thing. The neighborhood has either been behaving itself or I've lost my touch. The most exciting thing that has happened all week is David banging his knee."
Helen said, "Well, they're going to think we're having an orgy with all of us standing out here in the front yard kissing each other."
David followed his wife inside, admiring her finely rounded ass. He was as anxious to show her what he had learned in bed with Connie as a kid is anxious to show his friends a new toy, but the raw tenderness he felt coming from between his legs made him wonder if maybe he shouldn't wait until morning to spring it on her.
