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HELEN AND I

By the panda 



CHAPTER 9.  

The next day, I drove past joggers sweating in the hazy, late afternoon 
heat as they pounded, loped, plodded, and briskly walked along the paths 
that ran between the winding drive and the pines of the densely wooded 
park separating Helen and I.

My business meeting behind me, I was free to ponder other matters.  I 
thought about Anne and I wondered about Helen.

I parked the Wagoneer in the lot, and walked down the hot asphalt drive 
and around to Helen's apartment entrance.  I was on time.  Helen greeted 
me warmly; her soft silken lips opened against mine, our tongues mingled 
and we ground our loins firmly against each other.

She was wearing a cinnamon hued smock with a dove-colored apron, but 
strangely, I didn't smell anything cooking.  I continued to grope away 
at her lush body until I felt something on her left nipple.  It was a 
ring.  She was wearing a ring through her nipple!

"Did you have that done today?" I asked, totally bewildered. "No," she 
smirked in reply,  " I can remove it whenever I want.  My nipple's 
pierced, haven't you noticed?"  Evading the question, I told her how 
good she looked.  She laughed, gave me a smoky-eyed look and said, "Good 
enough to eat?" I laughed, perhaps louder than usual, whipped out my 
handkerchief, and said, "Sure, I've even brought my own napkin."  Helen 
laughed, as she pushed me away,  "Well maybe later, but right now we've 
got work to do." 

Leaving me standing there, she started to leave the room, as she reached 
the doorway she stopped, and turning her gorgeous red head toward me, 
she said casually,  "Take off all your clothes! Get Bubba warmed up.  
I'll be right back." I was happy to comply.  From the next room she 
called out, "Come into the spare room."  Another first for me.  It 
seemed a workshop of sorts.  Basic tools, pallets, frames and art 
implements of all types were scattered around. It was not exactly 
untidy, but appeared to be supporting a series of projects in progress.  
I was aware Helen had majored in art at college, but knew she earned a 
living in the world of marketing.  I'd never put the two together.  In 
the far corner there was a tub with dry plaster in it.  "Err, what are 
you up to Helen?" I asked quietly, as queasiness began to fill my 
stomach.  Helen called to me from the other room, "James, you're going 
to model for me."  "What?  Oh, yeah¾ right."

She returned to the room, pulling on a pair of latex gloves.  "I'm going 
to make a plaster cast of your cock.  How big would you say it is?"

I knew, but feigning humility, claimed I didn't.  "Oh, yeah. Right!" She 
muttered, throwing my own words back at me¾ as she grabbed a tape, and 
checked me out, first making sure I was at my peak.  "Length a mite over 
9 inches long and 5 ½ inches in circumference." (I'm only repeating what 
Helen said.  I wouldn't want to brag about stuff like this, especially 
when I can honestly write about Helen and her tape.  And I don't want 
any email requesting pictures. If you started exercising with the 
dedication I have over the years, why you'd be a big boy too.) 

Helen glanced at the tape measure and grimaced, but did not relax her 
grip on Bubba.  "I was sure you were a ten at the least.  It must be the 
thickness that through me off, but I'm not complaining lover.  Now 
please sit down while I mix the plaster of Paris."  I couldn't resist 
asking if this would hurt.  She came over and without using her hands, 
nuzzled me, partly because I'd made her laugh, partly to keep me fully 
erect.  It worked.  

Helen had me stand up and began applying the plaster to my erection, and 
my balls.  It was cool and tickled somewhat.  That caused me to wonder 
how I was going to maintain my erection while the plaster did its thing.  
I asked Helen about this.  "Thanks for reminding me," she said as she 
rinsed her hands in the small sink, and left the room only to return 
momentarily, with the beads.

I was a good soldier.  I remained at attention for the entire operation.  

Eventually, she removed the plaster cast, and walah!  There was my 
one-eyed double looking at me.  Wow! I was impressed.  "Hi Bubba!" I 
grinned.  

"Now I can remember you forever," Helen said and placed the still wet 
cast of my cock on the mantle like a trophy.  

Kind of romantic, don't you think?  I wondered where she kept her other 
memories.

Then she surprised me again.  "We are not having sex now.  You will have 
to wait until we get Anne warmed up later.  But you can do me a favor 
and help me sort out my toys for later. "  I walked to the toy box and 
looked in.  Another eye opener.   There was a strap-on dildo.  No, there 
were two!  A biggy and a normal six inch version.  Then I found several 
vibrators.  Did this girl love to play her instrument or what!  

Helen called to me, a smirk of amusement on her face.  "Come here lover, 
you've got two dangling particles waving in the wind."  "Oh." I warily 
responded, not knowing what Helen was talking about, but moving to her 
as requested.  "Ohhhh," I crooned as Helen slowly removed the beads from 
my ass with one hand, coupling my balls with the other.  "Thank you 
dear," I gasped, quickly rising to the occasion.

Helen ignored Bubba's grand entrance, and returned to the items in the 
toy box.  She guaranteed I'd love them and began to explain how they 
differed.  "You know Jim, a vibrator doesn't snore, or let you down, but 
it never says I love you either.  That's why we keep you guys around."  
"Oh Helen!" I said,  "Thank God for small favors." 

If I remember correctly, and I was sufficiently impressed to do that, 
first off there was Mr. Hard Throb: Looked like the real thing. About 7" 
with a skin like texture.  Shorty came next.  (I'm not making this up.)  
Shorty had a curved tip, and I'm told he's anxious to please.  Helen 
claimed Shorty's great for G-spot stimulation.  Okay! All right!  What's 
a gee-spot?

Helen clued me in on what and where the G-spot is ¾ another of life's 
mysteries solved.  Praise the Lord!

A wet/dry massager was next.  Hey, you can jump from the shower to the 
bed without missing a beat.  It has bumps to give you bumps.  About 12" 
long, wow!  And good grief, it had an extension to reach those hard to 
get to places.  Look out Mr. Rotor-Routerman!  

I asked Helen if it really helped her singing in the shower.  She took a 
fit of laughing, smacked me and threatened to have Anne and her pee on 
me in the shower later.  I told her I'd never stand still for that and I 
knew how hard it was for women to hit a moving target.  She continued 
laughing as tears rolled down her cheeks.   "You'll get extra special 
treatment tonight for that baby!"  I laughed and retorted, "threats like 
that I can handle."

Helen explained the next toy carefully.  "Now listen to me, this is the 
Eager Beaver.  Long and thin, it rotates and vibrates inside the 
vagina."  I'm paying close attention and notice a miniature beaver at 
the base, with a fast moving snout designed to diddle the clit.  I 
shared a very recent observation with Helen: "You women sure have it 
made.  No wonder you're so clean, all that time in the tub.  Now I know 
. . .."

Helen took that in stride.  She pulled a dresser drawer open, reached 
in, removed a package and turning to me presented me with a present. 
"Thank you Helen. I'm sorry I don't have a present for you in return." 
"No problem," she grinned. "Go ahead, open it."  I did.  It was a pack 
of 10 Maxx condoms.  Smiling, I asked if she expected me to use them all 
tonight.  "Don't push it," she laughed.

Then she pulled down her panties reached inside her vagina and pulled 
out what she called her ben wa balls.  Two small metal balls linked 
together.  She told me they stimulate her during normal daytime 
activities.  "You wear them to your day job? " I asked.  Helen smirked 
and said, " Sure they keep me horny all day.  Sometimes I masturbate in 
the ladies room; sometimes I just sit at my desk and keep squeezing my 
legs together until I get off.  But the balls also help strengthen my 
clitoral muscles, the better to grab your cock by, ha, ha, ha."  

And I thought I'd finished with school, hell, and here I am going for my 
Ph.D.  I formed an image of my darling Helen walking through the 
office¾click-clack-click-clack; the ben wa balls belling the cunt, as it 
were; and a co-worker head down, never looking up, calling to her as she 
passed; "Say, Helen, would you bring me back a coffee.  Black, no 
sugar?"  I shared this scenario with Helen and immediately wished I 
hadn't.  Helen twisted my arm behind me, I groaned in pain.  I'd 
forgotten Helen was a brown belt in Karate.  "Say uncle."  "Uncle!"  
"Say you're very, very sorry!"  "Ohhh! I'm very sorry!"  "I said very, 
very sorry damnit!" My arm was twisted a little more.  The sudden 
increase in pain caused me to sputter out my response.  "Okay! Okay! I'm 
very, very sorry, I was only kidding you."  "Well," Helen said, 
releasing my arm and taking my face in her hands. "I didn't want to hurt 
you, but that time you went to far.  Actually, you hit a nerve.  That is 
just about what happened to me the other day."  We kissed and held it 
for several minutes.  Helen ended it and dropped to her knees, and 
kissed my good buddy Bubba who just happened to be standing around 
waiting for something to happen.  Nothing happened.  Helen caught 
herself remembering tonight's arduous schedule.  Bubba got one last lick 
and I went off to get dressed.



Minutes later I returned to the toy room buttoning my shirt.  I sat down 
next to Helen and picked up an egg shaped object, with little springs 
(looking remarkably like stubby legs).  Helen, still nude told me she 
sticks it inside her as an alternative to the ben wa balls and it kind 
of moves around in there and stimulates things a bit. "Hmmmmm!" I sang 
out. "A Mexican humping bean."  Helen swung around and put her legs on 
my shoulders. "Have a burrito, Signor?" Helen whispered erotically.  I 
was incredibly turned on!   Hungrily, I went down on her warm and frothy 
burrito bush. 

What a start!  And I hadn't gotten laid yet.

CHAPTER 10.

By design, I left toys in various places around the apartment while 
Helen dressed in brown-ocher jeans, boat shoes, and leaving off her bra, 
pulled on a cream colored angora sweater guaranteed to stimulate her 
nipples. Then we left the apartment.  After a quick bite at Shober's we 
drove to Frizzi's and picked up Anne, who was standing outside waiting 
for us.

Bits and pieces about Anne: She was indeed exceptional, only nineteen, 
she matter-of-factly told us she's 36-D 22-38 and a real blonde.  We 
didn't doubt it for a second.  I guessed Anne to be about 5'5". Her 
appearance was very neat.  Wearing a charcoal gray, pinstriped business 
jacket with an expensive white skirt and matching white shoes, I could 
easily believe that what she possessed beneath her clothes was equally 
inspiring.  They weren't her work clothes; she was dressed for success.  
I made an assumption that Anne came from money.   I drove back to 
Helen's.  The girls sat in the back.  There was no fooling around.

We arrived at the apartment, where music was playing softly.  I thought 
it might be Antonio Carlos Jobin, this would certainly help stage the 
opening mood for the evening. Later, I knew the Bolero would help us 
quench the lust, which was already apparent within the room. 

Helen offered to make drinks, and stepped behind the tiled bar to do so.  
While she did, Anne roamed around the living room, stopping at the 
mantle and picking up my plaster cast. "Where did you find this Helen?"  
Holding the phallic symbol out in front of her like a peace offering.  
Helen laughed, and said:  "The original is sitting five feet from you." 
Anne licked her lips lewdly, and came towards me while inserting the 
cast into her mouth.  Removing it from her mouth as she reached a point 
directly in front of me, she said naughtily, "I hear there's nothing 
like the real thing."  Helen had returned with the drinks, but stood off 
to the side watching.  Anne knelt down, placed the cast on the coffee 
table and unzipped my fly.  I noticed how her lipstick had enhanced the 
plaster cast and thought about those same lips surrounding my cock. 
Ummmmm!  Anne reached in pulling the real McCoy out of my pants and took 
me in her mouth.  Ummmm! Oh, yeah! Double Ummmmm!  The night was under 
way.  

Helen interrupted Anne after permitting her a brief period of felatio. 
"Here's your drink Anne" holding it out until Anne accepted it.  My cock 
sprang from her mouth, landing with a sharp smack against my thigh.  
"Okay," Helen commanded, "let's get *fucking* comfortable.  Into the 
bedroom, take your clothes off everybody." 
Hastening to comply, I failed to fully remove my leg from my slacks and 
tripped, falling against the bedpost.  I admonished myself against 
getting hurt at the worst possible time.  I continued to strip, but a 
slower pace as I greedily watched Anne remove her jacket and skirt.   

I began stroking myself and asked Anne to turn around so I could look at 
her.  She flashed me a smile and complied, still undressing.  I noted 
Helen, halter in hand, stop to watch too.   Anne's bra dropped to the 
floor and she bent daintily to remove her panties.  Her breasts were 
beautifully shaped, with long, hard nipples; her stomach was flat and 
looked strong; her legs had a graceful beauty and her ass was dimpled 
and firm.  After this brief examination, I reached up and pinched one of 
her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, she moaned and grasped my 
cock, squeezing it hard.  Helen, naked except for her garterbelt, 
stockings and shoes, reached out to Anne, and feathered her fingers in a 
lingering caress that moved from Anne's neck down to the top, and then 
underside of her breast.  Anne shuddered. Helen moaned  I sighed, and 
dropped to my knees to gaze at the pink folds of her labia, already 
glistening with her wet heat.   Helen's sensual red lips closed upon a 
nipple.  I looked up and studied Helen's face, unable to fathom any 
emotion other than pure lust.

I broke the heavy silence by asking Anne if she'd ever tasted her own 
juices.  She said, "No, of course not."  I placed my hands around her 
ass and plunged my face into her cunt, licking frantically.  My tongue 
penetrated to its full length, withdrawing only enough to flick up to 
make contact with her clit.  She began to tremble; God knows what Helen 
was up too.  Using my legs as a football lineman might at the snap of 
the ball, I drove forward, face still embedded in her pelvic region, and 
we both landed on the bed.  Helen, whose mouth was abruptly torn from 
Anne's nipple, stood in an awkward position - on the brink of falling - 
regained her balance and moved toward the bed. How I took this in I 
don't know. Peripheral vision?  Imagination? Clairvoyance? Who cares?

On landing, Anne instantly spread her legs further apart, reaching for 
the top of my head to keep my tongue in contact with her outer lips.  
After a few moments more of cunnilingus, I pushed myself up and grabbing 
her blonde hair, pulled her face to mine.  We kissed.  We passed fluids 
back and forth.  I ended the kiss abruptly, and growled at her "admit 
it, that's not the first time you've tasted yourself is it?"  What was 
wrong with me?  Here's a great piece of ass, primed and in place and I'm 
argumentative.  Actually, I was acting on instinct.  I sensed Anne 
wanted to be dominated to some extent.

Momentarily distracted by Helen's attentions to her breasts, she 
stammered, "Yes, yes, I have."  "When," I demanded.  "When I 
masturbate," she quietly murmured.  "You lied to me," I said coldly,  
"now show us how you do it, be quick about it."  

I sat back on my haunches and put my arm around Helen's waist.  Anne 
flushed and nervous, obviously anxious to please and confused at the 
rapid change in tempo, began.  Slowly, she drew her fingers over and 
around her clit.  Then she placed her index finger inside her cunt, and 
began stroking herself at a rapid pace. Realizing she was already well 
lubricated, Anne inserted a second finger, slowing her rhythm. Moments 
later, Helen and I were amazed as Anne inserted her whole hand inside 
her!  This was my first time watching a woman fisting herself.  

My cock screamed for release.  As Anne continued fisting, I placed 
Helen's leg up on the bed, and entered her standing up.  This was for 
our benefit as well as Anne's.  We could both watch Anne from this set 
up.  Anne began to cum, making a grunting sound I can only describe as 
"nugh, nugh nughhhh".  "Lick your juices Anne," I commanded sternly.  As 
she complied, Helen and I embraced and kissed.  
I broke away and slowly slid down Helen's body, kissing all the way 
until I reached paradise.  We moved onto the bed.  Anne resumed her 
assault on my cock, gripping it in her hand; she brought the head to her 
lips, and darted her tongue out dragging it across the veiny underside 
of my cock. Her hot, wet tongue sent ripples of pleasure through me as 
she continued licking Bubba's entire length.  Anne reduced her languid 
swipes until she was dragging my cock over her lips only, and I couldn't 
keep from moaning repeatedly as I neared my climax. I left Helen to 
concentrate on Anne's brilliant cocksucking.  Suddenly, Anne slid those 
pouty lips over me and engulfed me completely. I watched Bubba go 
bye-bye as he disappeared down the tunnel of her throat only to reappear 
as Anne's head bobbed back up. Anne looked up at me through lust lidded 
eyes for just a moment and then she bent down absorbing my cock's full 
length again.  Oh, yes!  This was it! As I felt myself starting to 
erupt, I let out a long groan, and Anne took this as a sign to pull me 
completely out of her mouth. She rubbed Bubba on her sweat-stained face 
and sweat-beaded lips crying out,  "Cum on my face James! Cum all ooover 
my face!"

My entire body stiffened at these words and I shot a load over her cheek 
and across the bridge of her nose, up onto her forehead, as her tongue 
darted in and out to lick Bubba clean.  Before I finished ejaculating, 
Anne wrapped her lips around the head of my cock and sucked it like a 
lollipop, swallowing my last ejaculate.  It took me a while to calm down 
from that orgasm, and I lay there, soaking wet, panting, otherwise 
hardly moving; riding out the spasmodic twitches rippling through my 
body - reduced to the role of voyeur.  Which as roles go was not too 
shabby.

I watched as Helen maneuvered herself into a position from which her 
face was over Anne's pussy and mine was close to hers. Then with a 
violent motion, Helen slammed her face down into Anne's pussy. Just as 
quickly she withdrew. Helen's mouth was now smeared with my sperm.  Anne 
cried out, pleading for her to get back there. Helen did, this time ever 
so gently she began licking and sucking Anne's lips.  Anne was hot.  She 
started grunting again, and began twisting her shoulders and thrusting 
her pelvis upward, saying, "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God yes!  Helen seemed to 
revel in their continuity.  This went on until Anne jerked upward and 
fainted.  "I'll take care of her, Jim," she said, "go get us some toy's.  
I got up, my legs wavering and made my way to the toy box, only to 
remember I'd scattered them around the apartment earlier.  I gathered 
several up and returned to the bed.  Anne had indeed been revived.  I 
stood at the side of the bed and watched as they moved into a natural 69 
position.

One of the toys I brought back was Mr. Hard Throb, and looking over the 
scene, decided to insert it into Anne's pussy.  I gently tapped Helen's 
nose with Bubba to get her attention and clear a path to my objective.  
Helen accommodated me and the dildo slid in easily, and I established a 
slow in and out rhythm into Anne's pussy as Helen returned to dine at 
Anne's pussy from a different angle.  It wasn't long before Anne started 
to come big time.  Helen started to react to Anne's efforts and came 
hard moments later.

I'm standing there still playing push and shove with Mr. Hard Throb in 
Anne's pussy and with my own throbbing cock in my hand.  Anne was now 
laying across Helen while suckling her breast.  Helen's unattended 
nipple was longer than I'd ever seen it before.  I leaned over and 
nipped at it.  Helen moaned in pleasure.  I mounted Anne from behind.   
She was tight, but so lubricated that my first thrust brought me up 
against her cervix.  Emulating Mr. Heart Throb, I used slow, deep 
movements.  I didn't pump very long before Anne started screaming, "Oh, 
God, I'm coming again."  Moments later I found myself fit for oral duty 
only as Helen grabbed me, taking me into her mouth, gasping, "I've got 
to taste you both." And with those lush, vise-like gripping lips and 
relentless tongue working on my cock I came, and came again.  Helen 
swallowed some and dribbled some out of the corner of her mouth.  I 
continued to cum, Helen started choking on my sperm. Anne meanwhile was 
eating Helen out and Helen picked this moment to begin a series of 
orgasms.  I pulled out of Helen's mouth, spewing cum wildly across her 
eyebrows and into her hair, where in dripped down into her ear.  Helen 
was a comely sight to behold.

With everybody sated for the moment, we cleaned ourselves up a bit and 
returned to our drinks.  Anne started talking rapidly.  "I never saw 
anything like you guys the other night.  And . . . and, when Helen 
flashed her pussy at me . . . why I thought that was wild . . .. 
I knew it was just for me to see, but then I saw that she had your dick 
in her hand . . . Ooohh, I got so wet!"   She hits Helen on the arm 
saying, "And you . . . you knew I was hot . . . and you, James . . . 
running your hand up into my shorts . . . why didn't you finger me then?  
I wanted it so badly.  Then this one," Anne lunged forward, grabbing and 
pulling on Helen's still rigid non-ringed nipple, "she tells me to go 
with her to the ladies, so'es she can help me dry myself.  I swear I 
came right then.  If my boyfriend wasn't gonna pick me up . . . well, 
otherwise I'd have left with you right then.  Christ, I'm smoldering 
again.  Look Jim, your cum's pouring out of me"  "That's your cum baby," 
I said, putting my arm around her, and tenderly kissing her lower lip 
and then slipping my tongue in her mouth. I felt light tremors vibrating 
throughout her body.  Oh, did her mouth have an erotic savoryness in its 
taste.  Helen also sensed Anne's renewed horniness, and resumed her 
attack upon Anne.  Licking, biting and sucking her nipples. One would 
have to describe Anne's aureoles as being huge; (puffies I think you'd 
call them).  Her nipples protruded out about half an inch.   I moved in 
to share Anne with Helen, taking one breast and attempting to draw it 
completely into my mouth.  Of course I failed.  But I tried again, only 
to back off and content myself with absorbing her nipple and sucking and 
chewing the miniature erection it had become. Then Helen and I pursued 
the same nipple.  I bit and she licked. Our tongues would occasionally 
lap one another.  Anne began to keen that now familiar moan which 
preceded an orgasm.   Helen now had several fingers up within Anne's 
pussy. We played Anne together, as I gained renewed length to my cock.

 I looked on in amazement as Helen worked her entire hand into Anne.  
How could she feel so tight and yet retain such elasticity?  It was 
another miracle of womanhood.  Anne started to come again.  Helen 
removed her hand and barked an order at me: "Fuck her now, James."  I 
was ready.  Helen positioned herself under Anne and began licking from 
her pussy to her asshole, even as I penetrated her pussy using the 
missionary position.  Anne placed her legs upon my shoulders . . . I 
surged even deeper into her hole.  I assumed we were in a different 
position than missionary.  "Kama Sutra, where the hell are you when I 
need you?"  Well, I wasn't going to start reading at this point, but you 
get my drift.
 




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