Helen: by Purplecat This is for my friend Dee, you don't know her, but I do and she's one of those lucky people that knows who she is. My name is Helen Keller, no relation to the famous little deaf, dumb and blind girl. I am neither deaf nor blind, but I am certainly dumb. I didn't think so up until six months ago when my husband, Henry, came home and told me he wanted a divorce. Shit, I was blindsided I had no idea anything was going on. He left me for an eighteen year old High School student of his. He's old enough to be the little bitch's father. In fact he's older than her father. The night before the bastard dropped the bomb on me, or shit on me depending on your point of view. We had a romp in our bed, which we always referred to as our love nest. It really hurt to find out that while the S.O.B was shagging me he was also shagging the little bitch and for God knows how long. I was floored, for a while I was so low I could have walked under a piss ant without bending my knees. Then I got mad and that made me feel better. The madder I got the better I felt. I got so mad I began to feel good. I vowed to take everything and leave him with nothing. It turned out that there wasn't much to take. Oh Yeah, we had a nice house and two nice cars. The house had a thirty year mortgage and there were loans on both cars. We lived in the house for ten years, but we didn't have very much equity in it. Most of the payments went to pay the interest. The asshole lawyers got their heads together and decided we had to split everything. If one of us wanted the house they would have to assume the loan and pay the other half the equity. I had a good job working for a small construction firm. It was a one woman office and I handled everything for the business except quoting and supervising the construction. The two brothers that owned it loved the way I handled things so bonuses were frequent and liberal. I knew I could handle the car payment with no problem, but there was no way I could keep up the house payment and half the equity was out of the question. Humpin Hank couldn't afford it either, on a high school teacher's salary, I doubt if he could keep up with his car payments and keep his new little bitch happy. So we sold the fucking house. God I loved that house when hard-on Hank and me use to frolic in the love nest. Now I hated it and was glad to see it go. It turned out that after the realtor and lawyers I only wound up with a few hundred dollars. Luckily I had a few thousand stashed away that the lawyers missed in the settlement. I rented me a nice little apartment within walking distance of my work. I loved that because of the money I would save on gas and besides the traffic in this town was the shits, In fact it was like taking a shit, slow and it piled up. I wonder why people say taking a shit, nobody ever takes a shit and nobody gives a shit. It probably should be having a shit. Come on Helen stop this shit and get on with the story. Okay, I guess I should say something in my own defense. Why did I stay married to this asshole for so long? It was because he didn't seem like an asshole, he was sweet and kind and the sex was great. He didn't have a big, well you know I guess, manhood. It was kind of small and thirty strokes sent him over the wall, but God that man could suck a pussy. He could make your pussy do flip flops and when you came you were sure you would turn inside out. I must admit that even after six months I still miss that. From the beginning I wondered why he had ditched me. That first night after I showered I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I even took a hand mirror and looked at my backside. I admit that I had a few bulges that I wish I didn't and my breast sagged a little more than I would like, but all in all even at thirty-two I was still a very nice specimen of a female of the species. Over the last six months I've been checking myself everyday. I started jogging in the mornings before work and now most of the bulges were gone, but by breast were still a bit saggy. I didn't have a chance for a date at the office because both of my bosses were happily married, but I needed something besides sitting in front of the TV every evening masturbating. Now don't get me wrong, I love to masturbate, been doing it since I was seven or eight. The thought of going out and meeting men somewhere like in a bar was frightening. I'd never done anything like that. I never even thought about cheating on my husband all the time we were married. Now I was thinking about having sex. I wanted to get fucked. I really didn't care who or what they looked like I just needed it. I guess after over twelve years of sex almost every night and suddenly without warning being cut off was telling on me. The first month after the asshole left me I went out and bought myself a vibrator. Oh boy could that little baby put a smile on a girls face. At the time I was thinking about buying a spare because it would get so hot I could hardly hold it in my hand. By that time I'd usually went over about eight times, so I could put it down and let it cool off a little. What I needed was a water cooled vibrator. The vibrator was and still is great, but it wasn't the same as having a man to touch and having him make love to you with his hands, mouth, and er,, member. I was getting to the point where I was desperate for a man. When I walk to and from work I pass this bar and lounge, it's closed in the morning when I go by, but in the evening when I'm going home its open and I could see several men through the window. I woke up one morning with a decision. "Today I'm getting fucked," I said. I said it aloud and was surprised at how sexed up I sounded. I skipped jogging that day so I could spend more time getting ready. Not to go to work, but to go to the bar after work. When I came out of the shower I took a pair of panties from a drawer and started to put them on, but I stopped and held them up. I wadded them up and threw them on the bed. "Fuck it," I said, "They'll just get in the way." I put on a push up bra I felt that my breast were a bit to saggy to go bra-less. I put on my shortest skirt and lowest cut blouse and looked at myself in the mirror. I was quite pleased with what I saw. I felt I was showing just the right amount of breast to attract men. My breasts are large, not huge, but large I wear a D cup. The push up bra was doing its job and a good portion of my breasts were exposed. I spent a half hour on my make up which I would touch up before leaving work. I put on a cardigan and buttoned it to my neck. I don't think my bosses would mind me showing my breasts, but they kept the office air conditioner on light frost all the time and I almost always wore a sweater. My day was normal and when I took off my sweater and left the office I was a ball of nerves. When I got to the bar my knees were weak and my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath and went in. The room was dimly lit but I could see fine, there were several men at the bar but I didn't see anyone in the lounge. I picked one of those U shaped booths and slid around until I was in the middle of the U. God I felt like a slut, shit I guess I am a slut otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here with my pussy leaking like a dripping faucet and ready to jump on the first man that looked at me. A waitress came over, I intended to order wine, but I needed something to settle my nerves so I ordered a double martini on the rocks. If that didn't calm me down nothing would. I sat there waiting for the waitress to bring my drink, but that never happened. I saw a man coming toward me with two drinks in his hand. He put my drink in front of me and I reached for my purse. "It's on me, I paid for it at the bar," he said. "Oh, thank you," I swear, I positively squeaked. "Do you mind if I join you?" he asked. `Join me? Yes join me I want to be joined, preferably at the hips.' That's what I wanted to say, but instead I said. "No I don't mind," and took a big drink. He slid into the booth next to me. "You seem a bit nervous," he said, smiling. "Nervous? Who me? No I'm not nervous, I'm a goddamn bomb that's about to explode," I said, with a husky sexy voice that I didn't recognize. He laughed and I took another drink. That's when I started talking to myself. `Look you stupid shit you came here to get laid so don't fuck it up.' `Do something to let him know why you're here, and what ever you do don't get drunk.' `You know how numb you get when you're drunk.' "I haven't seen you in here before," he said. I looked at him for the first time, he was average height average build and wasn't particularly handsome, but he had a beautiful smile and blue eyes. I love blue eyes. He never took those eyes off of my breast once since he sat down. "I WANT TO FUCK HIM," my brain screamed. "I've never been in any bar alone before," I said. "Well, to what do we owe the honor?" he asked, and there was that smile. "I'm horny," I said, but so softly I didn't think he would hear me. He must have heard me because he took my hand and put it on his lap right on top of his hard member, I was sure it was hard because of him looking at my breast, at that moment my hand was feeding messages to my brain. My brain sent a message back and I squeezed it. He must have got the message too because he unzipped his pants and took it out. When I wrapped my fingers around it I swear I almost fainted, unlike my husbands that I always thought of as a member or sometimes a peter. This guy had a bona fide Cock! With a capital C I knew it had to be registered and he was sure to have papers for it. I mean this thing was a real thoroughbred. It was twice as long as my husband's five inch member and was four or five times as thick. I felt like I'd just won the lottery after buying my first ticket. I felt his hand tug at the hem of my skirt so I put my other hand down and helped him get my skirt up. I felt his hand slide up my thigh and my legs flew open like an automatic door that he'd set off by pushing the right button. He slid his finger down across my clit and pushed his middle finger into me to the first knuckle. Oh fuck! I flopped back in the booth and clamped his hand between my thighs I went off like a rocket at Cape Kennedy. I didn't just go over the wall I flew over it and cleared it by ten feet. I don't know how I kept from screaming. Everything was convulsing, I could feel my ass hole pumping against the material of my skirt I was sure my pussy was going to tear his finger off. It kept going and going, but much to my disappointment it finally began to subside. I grabbed his hand and spread my legs and helped him get the rest of his finger in me. Tiny little contractions were still coming in waves. My pussy was absolutely boiling. "Oh my God," I said, my body jerking involuntarily. "You get off in a hurry don't you," he said, with that smile. "The bomb exploded," I said, grinning. "You want to go someplace?" he asked. "Yes, the men's room," I giggled. I usually don't giggle, but I still had his monster cock in my hand and it was making me giddy. The asshole and I had read a story where the heroine went into the men's room with a stranger and I've secretly wanted to do it ever since. He tried to take my hand from his cock, but I held on for dear life, I had intentions of holding on until I could transfer it to my pussy. "I need to put it away until we get to the men's room," he whispered. I really didn't want to let go, I was afraid he might change his mind. "A cock in the bush is worth two in the hand," He said, grinning. I slid away from him and jumped to my feet. "Where's the men's room?" I asked. I said it too loud and I know every head in the place turned and was looking at me, but I didn't give a shit. He fumbled with his cock and finally got it put away. I was jumping up and down like somebody who was about to piss their panties. At last he stood up and took my hand. "Follow me," he said' and led me to the back. As soon as we got in the men's room and he locked the door he slid his hand into my bra and began pulling my breast up over my bra and blouse. As soon as he had access to them he began sucking my nipples. Now I don't want anyone to think that I didn't enjoy that because I did. I like having my nipples sucked. No, I love having my nipples sucked. Shit I needed to be fucked, now more than ever. I pushed on his shoulders pulling my left nipple from his mouth with a little pop. "Goddammit fuck me," I said. By then I already had my skirt pulled up around my waist. He picked me up and sat me on the edge of the lavatory. Shit it was cold, but I hardly noticed. I was too busy watching him get his cock out. I couldn't help but gasp the thing looked bigger than it felt. Please don't ask me to describe it I was in a state of delirium, I can tell you that the head was much bigger than the shaft that I'd had in my hand. This was the point where I began to have doubts. I have a tight little pussy. After all the only thing I'd ever had in it was a couple of fingers and the assholes little member. "Do you think it will fit?" I asked, nervously. I had visions of him splitting me wide open, and blood pumping out in streams. "Oh sure, don't worry I'll go real slow everything will be fine." That was easy for him to say, he wasn't the one who was about to get split open. I decided I had to have it even if it killed me. I knew the wider I spread my legs the easier it would be so I spread them wide and waited bravely. He did go slowly he rubbed his cock head up and down my slit collecting my juices which by the way were streaming out. When it was coated and wet he lodged it in my little opening and pushed. Shit! Oh god I couldn't believe how good it felt. It didn't go in, but he kept a steady pressure. I sat there with my hands pulling my pussy apart and my eyes staring down, I know they had to be bugged out on stems. I watched and felt as it slowly entered me. What I saw was fantastic, but what I felt was un-fucking believable. My pussy stretched and stretched and then thup the head popped in. I threw my self back against the mirror. "Oh my god, Oh my God, oh my God," I chanted over and over again. As I became accustom to it I slowly quieted down. I sat there breathing hard and realized he only had the head in. I still had the rest to go. I wondered how much of it I could take. I wanted the whole thing could I do it? Fuck yes! "Give me that beautiful piece of meat, shove it all in me you bastard, fuck me until I die," I groaned. Well it only took me about two second to realize I'd made a mistake, because he drove it in to the hilt. It plowed through the tender folds of my pussy and slammed into the very bottom of my soul with a thud. "OH FUCK!" I screamed. It only took another two seconds to realize this that was just what I wanted. "FUCK MEEEEE!" I screamed again. Well if I live to be a hundred I'll never regret I said that, because fuck me he did. I didn't just go over the wall. I leaped back and forth and played hop-scotch on top. If my orgasm ever stopped I didn't know about it. He fucked me forever. Well actually I guess it was about five minutes. Did you ever have a five minute orgasm? Let me tell you its something you'll never forget. I guess it wasn't really a solid five minutes. You know that feeling you get when it starts to build and keeps on building until you go over the wall. What was happening to me was unbelievable. I would get down to my last little contraction and there would be that feeling again. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was screaming my head off. Everybody in the bar heard me and I learned later that the bartender turned the jukebox up. Then the most fantastic thing happened, He moaned and I felt his cock jerk and then I felt it, I actually felt his sperm hitting the bottom of my pussy. It squirted five or six times and I felt every one. The assholes sperm didn't squirt it just kind of rolled out. This guy squirted big time and there I went flying over the wall again. I came down slowly and I was so weak I couldn't move. I felt his cock shrinking inside me. He smiled that smile. "I'm sorry I can usually last longer than that, but your pussy is so fucking tight I just couldn't hold off any longer. Now get this shit, he'd just fucked me thirty times longer than the asshole ever did and he was apologizing. I couldn't say anything for a minute, but I finally managed. "Yeah, well next time see that you do a better job," I said, there was no way I could suppress a giggle. I sat up a little and grabbed him. My breasts were still hanging out so he grabbed them. I kissed his nose. "I'm Helen. What's your name?" I asked. "John," "Well John that was a nice appetizer. Let's go to my place and have the main course." I said, smiling my sexiest smile. John was all for that. We got everything put away and went back into the bar. Every head was turned toward me and every face was grinning. I was never so embarrassed in my life. As my great grand mother used to say, `I could have crawled into a hole and pulled the hole in after me.' I couldn't wait to get out of there. I grabbed John's hand and almost ran to the door. When we got to my apartment the first thing John did was get his hands back on my breast, He got them back above my bra and blouse and began sucking my nipples again. It really felt good so I helped him get my blouse and bra off so he could have full access. He was nuzzling, licking, and sucking. I pushed him back grinning. "I get the impression that you like my breast," I said. "Tits Ma'am, I like your tits," he said and leaned forward to capture a nipple in his mouth. "You mean there's a difference," I laughed. He backed up grinning. "Oh, yes ma'am. All women have breast but just a few have tits. Yours are definitely tits," he said. "Now wait a minute big boy, referring to his cock of course, tell me what the difference is." He was trying to get my nipple, but I held him away. "Tits are big, but not huge. Tits have big hard nipples and tits stand up perky and don't sag," he said. I was a little taken aback and let him get my nipple back in his mouth. "My breasts sag," I said. He backed off again. "What? Where? I don't see any sag," he said. I turned sideways. "From this angle don't you think they sag a bit." "Not a bit they still look like tits to me." I smiled and lay back letting him have them. What a revelation, I have tits instead of breast and they don't sag, tomorrow I'll burn all of my bras. I learned a lot more from John than that, I learned that the asshole wasn't the only one that could make my pussy do flip flops with his tongue. I learned that the right cock could just tear down the wall and make you cum forever. I learned that a big cock in the ass was good, but not nearly as good as when it was in the other place. I learned that a big cock squirting in your mouth was ten times better than a member drooling there. I guess the single most important thing I learned from John was that all of those other men down at the bar were waiting for their turn. They were all his friends that met there every day after work to unwind. After seeing me go to the men's room with John they would be passing me around from one to the other. HOLY SHIT! I never expected that. Can you imagine a new cock everyday? WOW, I was speechless. After John left that night I couldn't sleep and I couldn't get the goddamn grin off my face. The next day I couldn't wait until I got off from work and got to the bar. As soon as I walked in the door a man came up to me. "Wanna go to the men's room?" he asked. Shit I'd already done that. "No, let's go to my place," I said, I still had that grin, couldn't seem to get rid of it. For the next several days I never even sat down in the bar, but I took a different man to my bed every day. I admitted to myself that I was a slut. Why not? I was a slut and I loved it. I decided to start acting like the slut that I was. I started lingering in the bar for an hour or so before slipping off with one of the men. I mingled and let them put their hands on me. They squeezed my tits and tweaked my nipples. I never wore a bra anymore. They put their hand up my skirt and fingered my pussy. I groped their crotches and rubbed their hard cocks. I hardly ever left there without having at least one orgasm. And I did take a few more trips to the men's room. I was happy I mean really happy until I heard that the assholes little bitch had left him. Then I was really, really happy. Shit I'm pregnant. How the fuck could that happen? I was married for all those years, never used any protection, and never got pregnant. One of the reasons the asshole put in the divorce for grounds was I couldn't get pregnant. Well I'm pregnant and don't have an inkling who the father might be. Hell it could be any one of two dozen guys. I went to the Abortion Clinic and made an appointment, but I miscarried the day before my appointment. I was relieved; at least I didn't have to live with that. What a bummer that would be. Now I'm on the pill so there's no problem. That brings me up to now. I have a wonderful life. I'm the queen of the bar and lounge the men all scrape and bow to me. Sometimes they even call me Queen Helen. I have my own harem, is that what you call it when it's men? I guess it don't make a shit. I have more men than I can handle. I've even started taking them to my apartment three at a time. Can you believe that? Well I guess I don't have to tell you that the grin on my face grows every day and no matter what I do it just keeps getting bigger. That's the whole story Dee. I truly hope you liked it. This story is a work of fiction and was written for you to enjoy. The author does not in anyway condone the acts of perversion presented here. It is all pure fantasy and I hope you fantasized to your hearts content. If you liked this story and want to thank me for taking the time and energy to write it for you then please show your appreciation by taking a little time and energy to send me an email. I will be sure to answer you. Thank you very much for coming to my page and reading my stories. 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