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Permission is hereby granted for non-commercial use of this complete and unaltered text. -------------------------------------------------------- Helen And I by The Panda (the_panda@hotmail.com) *** I watched in fascination as several inches of Anne's tongue disappeared between the burning walls of Helen's rectum, while Helen purred with delight as she returned the favor at the other, now relaxed end. Moments later, Anne groaned slightly, for Helen had changed her attack. My erection throbbed, for I knew that one's sphincter muscles have nerve endings that are exquisitely sensitive to the touch of a finger or a tongue. (MFF, bi, swinger, oral, anal, toys, orgy) *** Helen is my lover. The question that continues to puzzle me is: Are we in love, or are we in love with lust? We met at a neighbor's party on the Fourth of July, but another five months would pass before we became extremely interested in each other. How shall I describe Helen? My first impression was of her long graceful legs and marvelous ass barely hidden behind denim shorts. I was moving across the room to be closer to her when she turned to face me. Well, deja vu! There was the face I had dreamed of since puberty. Glasses that seemed to be slipping dangerously down her nose covered Helen's exceedingly green eyes. Oh, but it was a generous, perky nose. Her face was surrounded by luxurious auburn hair. This combination made for striking features. As I recall, she wore a Tee shirt that read "Hi Sailor!" across abundant breasts. Our eyes met, and I introduced myself and learned her name was Helen, but I moved past her to the bar and lost the opportunity to engage her in further conversation. Months later, I found Helen to be smooth and lustrous, both in style and form. But on that July day nothing happened beyond that casual introduction. I was married to Maggie, whom I loved very much. Several years ago there was an accident, a terrible accident. Now Maggie remains in a coma with little hope of recovery. I managed to function, but the stress of Maggie's condition, job pressures and medical bills combined to wear me down. My poor performance at work was the first signal. I was in a funk of despondency and couldn't lift myself out of it. The household chores didn't get done. Dishes piled up; beds went unmade and unchanged. Worst of all, I sat by Maggie's bed in the skilled nursing home and stared off into space. I had become useless to everyone. It was Tess, my Mother-in Law, who pried my mind loose from its wretched, mired state. "I'd send you to the doctor if I thought it'd help," she said. "But what you really need right now is to get laid." I was jolted into reality. "What did you say? I love Maggie, and she..." "Oh shut up," Tess growled. "I know what I'm talking about. If I thought Maggie would be offended I'd never suggest it, but it's exactly what she'd want for you." Tess went on. "Life goes on. Find someone. Start a relationship. Get on with your life." With that said and tears rolling down her face, Tess went home and left me alone to think about it. *** It was a frigid, bleak, December day when Helen and I met the second time. We were several minutes into a general conversation outside the local Harris Teeter, our shopping carts were head to head. I was pleased that Helen actually recalled our meeting last July. Dark storm clouds were rolling in, and the turbulent winds sweeping across the parking lot molded Helen's skirt to her body. She might as well have been nude from the waist down. I felt my cock become rigid for the first time since Maggie's accident. I remembered what Tess had told me. I looked at Helen and found her staring at the bulge in my pants. Why I said it I'll never know. But I do things like this on occasion ¾ just on impulse. "Well, I guess you can tell that Bubba and I are glad to see you." Helen snorted twice, then burst out laughing. I allowed a smug grin to cross my face. Inside I had begun to glow. I was being reborn. God, she was beautiful when she laughed. And what a laugh it was. A genuine laugh, nothing held back. (Later that night Helen told me that was the first time she had really laughed in over a year. Her divorce had caught her by surprise and left her devastated.) She smiled at me. Her smile contained hidden promise and intrigue. My cock was at full mast now. The blustering wind whipped my slacks around my legs making my hard-on very conspicuous to onlookers. Fortunately for me they were some distance away, too busy fighting the wind themselves to notice my best friend Bubba's emergence. Helen, still smiling said, "Tell Bubba I'm glad to see him too." She kissed me on the lips and turned to go. No! I thought, don't let her go! I managed to stammer out an invitation to dinner that night. She declined, but was still smiling, when she said, "I can't do dinner, but do come over to my place about nine tonight. Here's my address and phone number." Numbly I accepted. Bubba erupted in my pants. I managed to drive home without getting into an accident. I recall black, threatening clouds and the wind sharply buffeting the car, but my heart soared, I was above it all. And Helen was the wind beneath my wings. *** I arrived home, took one look around and was amazed at the slovenly appearance of each room I entered. I began a non-stop cleanup campaign. Kitchen first. Strangely enough, the necessary cleaning tools were readily available. (I had not used them very often following Maggie's accident.) The bedroom was torn apart and clean linen and bedding replaced scuzzy sheets and a stained blanket. Good news! The vacuum still worked. I used it until I thought the motor would burn out. I saved the bathroom for last. As I finished cleaning it I realized it was 8 PM. I managed to shave without cutting my face up, showered and dressed. Giving a mental thanks to Tess for picking up my stuff at the cleaners I stepped into a pair of dark blue corduroy slacks, pulled on a light yellow sports shirt, grabbed my Marlboro Man jacket and headed for the door. After one step outside I returned somewhat chagrined that I had to add socks and loafers to my attire. I was flying. Fortunately, Helen lived nearby. I walked, in a daze, regaining consciousness in time to ring the bell to her apartment. Helen greeted me at her door wearing a black negligee, with some sort of dark green shimmer to it as she moved. I liked it. No, that's putting it mildly, I would have liked it if she were bundled up in a Russian army overcoat. I was stunned by it! Helen acted quickly to bring me out of my stupor. She put her arms around me saying: "How are my new good friends Jim and Bubba?" And she kissed me. It was a long, sloppy kiss. I was rusty and actually, so was Helen. But, hey! Once you learn how to ride a bicycle. We were grinding against each other before that kiss ended and the next one started. One with her tongue pushing slowly into my mouth. Her breath tasted of cinnamon. There was a delightful fragrance emanating from her. I never remembered to ask what it was. What a wuss! I began to flick my tongue over and under hers. We abandoned ourselves to the kiss. I moved my hands over her firm ass and clenched her cheeks with my fingers as I crushed her pelvic area to my loins. Our mouths never separated. Saliva began to build up. I swallowed it, and powered by a desire I had never known before, started moving my tongue at a frantic pace - in, out, over, and around. Helen matched me with her intensity. I broke the kiss only to move to her neck, which I started to suck and lick with the same energy I'd used with the kiss. I had to touch her breasts; to suck her nipples; to lick her skin everywhere. So I did. Pinching a nipple between my thumb and forefinger with one hand, while alternating between licking and biting the other nipple. Although already rigid, her nipples seemed to increase in size as I played on. Helen began to moan, and started licking my earlobe. I shuddered in pleasure. I looked down and noted Helen's free hand caressing herself between her legs. She moved her lips back to my mouth and our tongues resumed wrestling. We lost our balance and fell, landing softly on a muslin colored couch. Helen, her mouth still locked to mine, groped for my hand and placed it at the junction between her legs. Her panties were so wet at first I thought she'd pissed in her pants. (I really was rusty.) Eventually, I left her mouth and breasts to concentrate on her sopping wet cunt. Two of my fingers found their way inside her panties. She rotated her hips against my fingers, indicating the place, pace and pressure she needed. I increased the tempo and she began to come. With the lower portion of her body quivering uncontrollably, Helen came a second time. Hell, maybe that was still the first one, I was not keeping track, and I had too many other things going on. I withdrew my fingers and instantly Helen got quite vocal about what she wanted me to do next. She got what she wanted as I buried my face in the thick natural auburn hair covering her cunt and tasted her juices for the first time. Oh! God! The sweetness! My tongue entered her cunt as far as it could. (Just testing, someone once called me a dipstick and I... well, you know.) I started licking along the folds of her labia, alternating from one side to the other, deliberately avoiding contact with her clit. Instead, I shifted position slightly and began licking her asshole, which had a rather pleasant pungent taste. (Another victory for mind over matter.) My tongue's contact caused her to heave away from me as though she'd been shocked. (Later I learned this was indeed the case.) But, her ass returned to my tongue quickly enough. When a sufficient amount of saliva was deposited, I stiffened my tongue and penetrated her asshole. Why would I do this you ask? For the same reason Hillary (Edmund, not Clinton) climbed Everest, that's why - because it was there. This produced a sharp gasp from Helen. Moments later, she started cumming again. "Nuhhhh! Nuhhhh!" she moaned softly as she began a convulsive wriggling, and my tongue was momentarily trapped in her hole. I panicked, and slapped her ass hard, causing her muscles to relax momentarily and regained the use of my tongue. My God, this woman was hot. (Does this momentary reflection mean that my mind was not totally in the gutter, but engrossed in philosophic trends of thought regarding...) Oh, shit! We were falling! Closely entwined, we rolled slowly off the couch to the plush, dark green carpet below. Bumpily-bump-bump! That proved to me that there's a time to think and a time to act. I returned to the action. After removing her panties, I slowly inserted the wet index finger of my left hand up to the second knuckle in her ass without any difficulty. Two fingers on my right hand returned to their earlier journey, sliding in and out of her cunt, the entrance of which was now covered with a white foam. (All this per the instructions on page 17 of the sex manual I bought at a garage sale the previous week.) Helen was moaning, "Give me your cock! Come on, fuck me!" I ignored her plea, never feeling more powerful. "Not yet," I growled, between licking and sucking her hardened nipple. Then I lowered my head to her frothy, succulent cunt and sought out her clit. I lifted my head and gazed up at Helen as she lay there on the carpet. The richness and intensity of her once pale complexion was now splotched with crimson blushes. This, coupled with her tousled, auburn hair and lust filled, smoky green eyes was a stark contrast against the dark emerald green carpet. (I reprimanded myself, at this point insisting that I get the hell out of English 101, and back to the good parts. So I did.) I returned to her blood engorged clit and lightly licked it. Helen clenched the carpet, grabbing a fistful in each hand as she cried out, "That's it baby! Oh, God! Do that... Yeessss! Oh, God! Oooh, God! I had taken her clit between my teeth and very gently nipped it with my teeth. The musky odor from Helen's sopping wet cunt was overpowering. I came up for air, then quickly lowered my face back into the wet, ferruginous colored curls comprising the hairy bush surrounding her wondrously sweet tasting cunt. (Ferr... what? Oh, go ahead look it up. There are reams of socially redeeming value in this section.) Helen screamed out in pleasure at the moment of contact when I resumed nibbling her clit. Her entire pelvic area was rotating in a circular fashion. "Oh, oh, oh, God, oh, God, I'm gonna explode" Helen shrieked. I thrust my tongue deeper inside her, and wedging a second finger into her widened asshole, and began moving both in and out at rapid pace. (I think I could have fisted her ass at this point.) Helen started thrusting her ass toward the ceiling. I nipped at her clit one more time, and held on slowly increasing the pressure. Helen screamed, "I'm cumming! Oh, God I'm cumming. Ohhh, please stop! I can't take anymore!" She seemed serious about my stopping, so moments later I released her clit, gave her ass one last frig and kissed her softly on the mouth. She tried to return the kiss, but couldn't. "I'm dead," she said. "I can't believe how I feel. I'm in Heaven, Ohhhhh, I can't stop cumming!" I held her close, alternatingly kissing her neck, her shoulder and then her breast. I kept my hand pressed firmly against her wet mound, which was soaked with a combination of my saliva and Helen's juices. Helen shuddered when I licked her nipple, then gasped and said: "My God, we haven't fucked yet!" I smiled and replied, "that's all right honey. Me and Bubba can wait awhile. We have all night don't we?" "We sure do," she sighed. That being the case, we both fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. *** I awoke at 12:15 am. Bubba had been awakened moments earlier. INCOMING! I was still groggy, but my reflexes were instantly alert. Bubba was under attack. I looked down through half opened eyes and found Helen crouched under the sheet, having placed herself between my legs, two hands holding Bubba erect. Hell, Bubba could have stood up for himself given half a chance. Helen wasn't giving an inch. Her grip was exquisitely tight. The part of Bubba not firmly grasped in her hands was in her mouth, and; "Oh, OOOOHHHH! Aahhhhh! Do thaaat again!" I shouted, I realized I was taking a serious licking here as I came fully awake and started to take inventory of my body parts. Helen released her top hand from my cock to caress my balls. Simultaneously, she started to swallow Bubba. I wasn't gonna last much longer at this pace. Reluctantly, I rolled away from Helen's clutches, and mumbled: "Let's try fucking for a change." "Great idea. You're a genius Jim," Helen replied, through lipstick smeared lips. She lay on her back and as Bubba slid in her to the hilt Helen cried, "Oh, boy," and tried to touch the ceiling with her toes. I think she did on my third stoke. At least I thought I detected red nail polish on the ceiling later. We had begun a torrid horizontal ballet. I could still taste and smell Helen's sweet juices encrusted in my mustache and beard. My early morning mouth breath didn't seem as bad as usual, so I risked kissing her. ("Well, come on, reader - she didn't brush either - and fairs fair.") Helen didn't object, in fact it was a prolonged exchange of tongues, saliva and I thought for a second, a filling she'd extracted trying to suck my tongue out of my head. Eventually, (Okay, okay, I'm not Superman). It didn't take long (is that better?) before I started to cum, and cum, and cum. (I do that very well, thank you very much.) Ah, bliss. We held tight to one another for a time and I went back to sleep only to dream that my semen dried while we were cuddling together and we were now stuck together for eternity. When I later told Helen about the dream she thought it kind of romantic. Go figure! *** We awoke within minutes of each other. It was about ten after six. Helen bounded out of bed and dashed for the shower. Feeling somewhat playful, and with the early signs of being able to do something constructive with a quasi-erection perking hither-dither, I followed. I was surprised when Helen halted my entry into the shower. "What's wrong?" I asked. Helen smiled, then frowned and said, "We don't have time right now. Now don't tempt me. I mean it. I've got to get dressed and out for an important interview. Besides, I don't have a thing to eat; we'll have to get breakfast at the Frenchman's." I decided against the inane remarks that came to mind, and agreed with her. "Okay, the Frenchman's it is." I was impressed with Helen's ability to make herself very presentable within a short time frame. In fact, she had to wait for me before we could leave. "Damn shoelaces anyway." Thirty minutes later, we pulled into the Frenchman's for breakfast. Oddly enough, the Frenchman's was actually owned and operated by a small henna-haired French woman in her fifties named Lilly. The kitchen was run by her husband, a tall, thin Romanian, who was known to laugh and talk incessantly, while turning out the best breakfast and lunch food in town. We went in, took a booth by a window looking out onto a major intersection as it braced itself for the new days bustling activity, and ordered breakfast. I led off our conversation. "Helen, last night... well, last night was great." At this point, wanting to say something profoundly romantic, I could only manage to stammer, "I- I..." "Jim," she was smiling at me as she said it. "I thought last night was sensational. Hopefully we'll have more nights like that; perhaps we'll even have mornings and afternoons as well. Right now I think we should tell each other a little something about ourselves. Would you like me to start it off?" And that solidified the beginning of a wonderful relationship, now well into its second year." We saw each other often after that day, but never discussed the possibility of a future together. My wife, Maggie's status changed for the worse during this period and we all waited for the inevitable. Tess, my mother- in-law, was very much aware of our relationship and accepted it being very cordial on those times Helen and I met her. Tess even mentioned that I'd made a good choice and never raised the subject again. This helped me immeasurably in deflecting the guilt that surfaced in the days following Maggie's passing two weeks later. *** A fresh spring rain had moved through the area only a half-hour earlier; making the woods fragrant and washing the city clean in the dusk. I inhaled deeply of the damp evening smells as I climbed out of the Jeep Wagoneer and strode towards Helen's apartment. Plum trees shaded the front of the light gray building from the rays of the setting sun. The trees still had a few of their white blossoms scattered among their new green leaves, and they reminded me of other springs when Maggie and I stood beneath a similar canopy of creamy flowers while having our picture taken. But that was then - this is now, I thought, as I began striding towards Helen's lobby. The needs of business had placed me 2000 miles away for almost three weeks. It had been three very long weeks. Minutes later I would discover that gap had seemed an eternity to Helen as well. Helen was waiting in the courtyard on the south side of her building. She was standing barefooted on a wet rock walk where she had been watering flowers, her baggy gardening dress hanging almost to her tanned ankles. Her smile as beautiful now as it was the first time it flashed at me. It was an easy smile, the sort of smile that made strangers instantly at ease with her, a disarming smile that told me she was not a complicated woman, a misconception I would soon learn to revise. I took a deep breath of the heavy air, and enjoyed the familiar earthy odors of damp plants and stones. We kissed. Softly. I could smell the faint fragrance of a familiar, yet unrecognizable perfume. I made a mental note to learn the name for future gift purposes. (Of course I would eventually buy the wrong perfume, that's what guys do, right?) Helen bent down and took the hem of her dress and dried her hands. Then she looked me in the eye and said, "Hello stranger." A sparkle of amusement began to pluck at her emerald eyes, "I shouldn't tell you this, but I've missed you terribly. I've managed to entertain myself in your absence though. I got so horny thinking about you and Bubba while you were gone... I went shopping and shopping... well, I can't wait to show you my new toy collection." She shook her head at this, seemingly delighted at the expression I now had on my face. "Ah, I see you're curious. Good. Let's go up now." There was a long, sensuous kiss in the empty elevator. We held each other close and it felt good. It felt right. The elevator door opened and we entered Helen's apartment. The late afternoon light throwing a long, brassy streak across the dark terracotta tile at the entrance of the living room. I made myself comfortable, dropping down into a tapestry covered armchair. "First off, let me get you a drink," she said, as she kicked her shoes off, and picked them up with one hand as she loosened her belt with the other. She walked through the dining room unbuttoning her dress, then back out to the stairway where she started up to her bedroom. My eyes devoured her body as she climbed the stairs. What had she said? Something about a drink? I came to the conclusion I was to make myself comfortable and that included making my own drink. Helen meanwhile, took the opportunity to bathe and wash her hair. She put on only a thin cotton sundress with yellow, red and blue tropical flowers swirling and blending into each other. She had combed out her rust colored hair, but left it wet and came down to the kitchen and poured a strong scotch and water before rejoining me in the living room. I knew she was naked under the dress from the jouncing of her breasts and way it clung to her thighs. Sitting down on the couch, she propped her feet up on a coffee table, and hiked her dress above her knees. (Unladylike you say, well... maybe... but, I say it was by design and sexy as all get out.) Mind you, Bubba had almost wormed his way out of his zippered confinement. I could feel his one eye bulging obscenely as it thrust against the material of my slacks. Helen took a long drink of her scotch, and noting the uprising I was trying to suppress from her, smiled lewdly. I looked away and down at my drink. The tall, sweaty glass was standing in a puddle of its own condensation, the ice having melted, leaving behind an unappealing, warm, off-color liquid. Helen broke the silence, "I've really, really missed you. Let me show you some thing's I bought. Things to help me get by in your absence." With that she led me over to a toy chest. Looking in, I saw it was filled with sex toys of various types. Several items I recognized - dildos and the like, but, others I had no idea about. I got my first lesson as she led me to the bed. It was new. "It's our special bed," she whispered into my ear. I noted the elegant black wrought iron garden gate styling for both the headboard and footboard. The cotton sheets were striped with a fine herringbone accented in gold and black. The comforter featured a center of gold and black paisley print, with a checkered border. In this setting, the sun's last rays poured into the room like a staged spotlight, focusing upon Helen and her long auburn hair - now a glistening copper fire, as it draped down across her shoulders. Helen was a vision of unsurpassed beauty. (That's really why I recall the details about the bed. Of course I stood in front of it taking notes before I attempted to write this. I just didn't want you three women reading this to think I'm a fairy interior designer.) And so, as I stood transfixed in her radiance, she undressed me; coaxed me into laying down on my back; and began tying my wrists to the headboard. "Jim," she said serenely, "don't worry." (What me worry? Hey, I was numb, chum.) With that said, she tied my feet to the footboard. I could move, and I thought if I struggled I could free myself so what the heck, let the games begin. She reached in her toy box and withdrew a small bag. Out came a string of 5 colored beads. Helen asked if I'd done the beads before. I said no. She placed a pillow under my hips. Helen picked up a tube from the dresser, and I jumped when she applied a lubricant to my ass. Then she straddled me, inserting Bubba easily into her very warm pussy, and as we started to screw, she reached back and stuck a finger up my rectum. Moments later, Helen began working a bead in there. It hurt, but then the bead popped in. What a sensation! She distracted me by increasing her pace and shoved a second bead in. Now I'm going crazy. I started to moan, (I'm a natural crybaby, ask anyone who's shoved beads up my ass) but in a moment or so, the moans went from painful to pleasurable, I found it was extremely pleasant.) Helen's kissing me, her tongue snaking into and around my mouth as the third bead goes in. I'm soaked with sweat and have goosebumps all over me. It's intensely erotic! The 4th and 5th beads follow. I can't describe the feeling, except to say it's wonderful. We're screwing frantically now; Helen anticipates my coming ejaculation and begins to pull the beads out. One-by-one. I'm tossing wildly, out of control, screaming bloody murder, and I erupt in the best orgasm of my life. "That fuck's for you James," I hear Helen murmur softly, just before I fall asleep, warm and satisfied. Helen woke me with a kiss about 9:00 PM. "Well," she asked, as a wry grin eased onto her face, "how did you like the beads?" She was wearing a translucent white teddy, with frilly stuff, (lace?) running along the edges. I tried to stifle a yawn, and asked where she'd gotten the idea for the beads and other paraphernalia that I'd yet to take a close look at. "The Internet," was all she offered in reply. With a mischievous smile she rose up from the bed and crossed the room to her PC. Moments later I was reading a story written by a clever woman named Sande called Hot Tub Musings. It's more than adequately described the events that took place earlier that evening. We sent Sande an E-mail thanking her for writing the story and telling her that we were going to try it, as well as several other things. We were too cowardly to admit the truth, about the beads, but were convinced we'd make good on our other promises to Sande shortly. *** Forty-five minutes later we entered Fuzzie's, a downtown restaurant with a good lounge. Helen's wearing a deep green sarong and the top of a black bikini. She is definitely a knockout. There's a lot of cleavage. She's not wearing any underwear. I can tell I'm the envy of every guy in the place, since every male and several female heads seem to have directed their attention to Helen. (Am I a male chauvinist, or what?) I'm watching, somewhat amused and very proud, as several wives or girlfriends start jabbing elbows into their men to recapture their attention. Mentally, I speak to all these women, telling them to remind their guys about how good Helen looked after they've gone to bed. They may revive some dormant dicks. Oh, yes, I was enjoying myself. We sat at the bar and ordered a Dewars scotch and water for Helen and an Absolute martini on-the-rocks with a twist of lemon for myself. Twenty minutes later we moved to a booth in the darker recesses of the restaurant where we chose to sit side by side. Helen ordered mackerel in a marinara sauce, with zucchini and squash. When it arrived, it made for a very colorful plate. I went for a major league sized shrimp cocktail, followed by a light salad. And, of course, a second round of drinks. Our waitress was a really cute blonde. I said as much to Helen. She looked at me over the rim of her glass and raised her eyebrows as if to say "Oh?" Stung, and surprised by the gesture, I attempted to justify myself. "Really, I like her, what about you?" "Let's wait and see," she responded mysteriously, and took a lusty bite of her mackerel, pausing between chews to erotically lick some marinara sauce from her lips. Where was this leading, I wondered. The sarong had fallen open; exposing her long tanned inner thigh. She didn't bother to fix the sarong. She appeared to be weighing my comment about the waitress. "Would you like to have us both in bed," she asked finally, looking directly into my eyes, "I wouldn't mind if you did." I reached for my martini, racing to formulate the right response to her question. Was this a test? Was Helen sincere? Was I in hump heaven? Quickly, I reached a decision. If I guessed wrong about this, I consoled myself, I could grovel appropriately to regain her good graces. I swallowed some Absolute, which now seemed more water than vodka and said: "She's awfully attractive," keeping my expression sober, "I think the two of you would complement each other in many ways, that is, if she has half the sex drive you do." "Oh, cut the crap," Helen began, "You love the idea, and I feel like experimenting. Let's start foolin' around right here and I'll be able to figure out how hot that makes her. If we do it right we can have her in our bed tomorrow night... Not tonight. Tonight belongs to me alone." There was nothing to say but "Let's go for it." *** Helen observed the waitress had begun her approach back to our table to check on our drinks, and in sotto voice, that I kiss her. As I reached for her, Helen pulled herself up in the booth and let the sarong fall away from her leg completely now, exposing it nearly to the hip. The very edge of the dark triangle between her legs was visible above the sloping curve of her naked thigh. The gesture seemed to be deliberate in that it was impossible for the waitress to miss. We kissed, open mouthed, our tongues trying desperately to switch mouths, while the waitress stood mesmerized in place. As the kiss continued, I had an inspiration, and languidly reached out and began to caress the waitress's calf. She trembled, but did not move, nor did she say anything. As we broke off our kiss, I moved my hand higher to her lower thigh, and spoke to her. "Ah, good timing. Another round please," I said as I removed my hand. "Yeesss sir, I'll be right back," she stammered, stumbling as she started to leave, but managing to catch herself in time. "Jim," Helen said, "that was great! I'm sure she's hot now. When she brings back the drinks do it, or something like it again." I turned away from Helen to follow the Waitress's firm ass as she wove her way to the bar. Without turning my head back toward Helen I asked, "and what will you be doing when she returns?" "This," she replied, reaching down; opening my fly; and withdrawing my cock. Two strokes and a good squeeze and I was fully erect. "Okay?" she said coolly, and she touched her tongue into her scotch, never taking her eyes off me. "Actually," she continued. "This won't be my first sexual encounter with another woman." She tossed her head, and her auburn hair jumped up only to settle quickly back in place. "When I was in college my roommate and I got back late one night after a party. I went to sleep immediately, only to wake up and realize she was in bed with me. She was naked and was touching my breasts. She started to take my panties off. I let her. I was completely passive at first, letting her do the work. Then after a while, I began touching her too, gently, every small movement an incredible experience, that I found astonishingly pleasurable. It was bizarre, like touching myself. I remember two special things: the weight of her breasts... the subtle change in texture that became the nipple, and the little hollow place inside her thigh, near her vulva. I knew how I liked that touch, so I knew what I was doing to her and how she must have felt. I have not done it since. It's time to enjoy a woman again, but this time I want you to share the intimacy with me." Still slowly stoking my cock, she looked down at her glass and poked at her ice a moment, shoving it around in a swirl. I caught a movement off to the side. "Here she comes," I said, wondering how long this idea had been fermenting in that active mind of hers. The waitress was dressed casually, white tailored shorts and a white safari shirt. She served our drinks in a somewhat subdued manner. I replaced my hand on her thigh as Helen began talking to her. She fidgeted in her cute cuffed shorts, like a reprimanded schoolgirl, but did not turn to leave. Her youthful breasts required no help to create a seductive cleavage. Had she undone a button or two before returning? Her permed ginger hair was full and bouncy around her face, which even when expressing confusion as it was now, was a seductive attraction to either sex. She kept glancing furtively from Helen's face; to Helen's hand, which was slowly milking my cock and then to Helen's now almost unobstructed view of her cunt. I lost track of Helen's conversation with her, simply because there was no objection as my hand rose closer to the V between her thighs. My fingers were now under her shorts. They were tight shorts and my operating room was limited, but I felt the dampness within non-the-less. She sighed, a sure indication of compliance, as I slowly withdrew to a lower level, but maintained contact with her thigh at all times. Her name is Anne. I got that much from the conversation. Helen said something else to her that I didn't catch, and closing her sarong, leaned forward, exposing her breasts almost to the nipples as she rose up from the booth. They headed for the ladies room together as though they were old friends. Alone, I replaced Bubba, and checked my watch, suddenly concerned about getting up for work in the morning, then working out a fabricated story to explain my absence in the event... They are gone about 25 minutes and Helen has this self- assured look when they return. Anne places herself in a position where I can easily return to caressing her thigh. As I do so, Anne smiles down at me, while running a hand though her hair, "I'd love to join you guys after work, but I'm meeting someone tonight. I'm off tomorrow though." Helen jumps in saying: "That's great. Tomorrow at 8. We'll pick you up here at Fuzzie's Okay?" Anne agrees. "Tomorrow at 8 it is." Wistfully I remove my hand from its illicit travels and place it in Helen's lap, working my way under her sarong. She's soaking wet. Anne following my hand with her eyes grins again and says goodnight. I leave a preposterous tip and we leave for Helen's. Back at Helen's, she asks if I want a nightcap. I decline, "I think I'll pass. I'm going to need everything I can muster up for tomorrow's meeting. Helen laughed and squeezed my privates. "You'll be fine. I have plenty of toys to keep all of us going for as long as we need to go." That did it, self-imposed curfew be damned, I was ready to go again, but she ushered me to the door and kissed me goodnight. I got home around two, wondering if Anne was already filling in for me. *** 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 biggie 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-inches 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. *** 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 garter belt, 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 over 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. *** I glanced at the mirrors located around the room and obtained an angle providing a great view to watch Helen as she began to tongue Anne's ass. They call it a rim job. Similar to a blow job, but the other side. Helen and I had begun riming each other since my introduction to the beads. With both hands Helen separated the plump asscheeks and licked the rosy starfish-like entry. Then she uncovered the little hole, which she dampened with a lubricant, before placing against it her tongue, now stiff as a penis, and tried to drive it in. Anne trembled with pleasure at this exciting caress, but her anus had contracted from my steady fucking of her other hole, and refused to let Helen's tongue gain entry. I withdrew - to rest and to observe the two wanton beauties at work. Helen reversed position, moving her buttocks forward and sat hard on Anne's face, and Anne realized that she was being asked for the same caress. Separating Helen's larger cheeks, she exposed Helen's rosette, and finding it somewhat enlarged she placed the tip of her tongue on the round hole, felt it open, and her tongue was drawn in by Helen's muscular contractions. I watched in fascination as several inches of Anne's tongue disappeared between the burning walls of Helen's rectum, while Helen purred with delight as she returned the favor at the other, now relaxed end. Moments later, Anne groaned slightly, for Helen had changed her attack. After sucking her index finger, she drove it slowly into her anus. My erection throbbed, for I knew that one's sphincter muscles have nerve ends which are exquisitely sensitive to the touch of a finger or a tongue; and inserting a well-lubricated finger deeply in and moving it around in slow circles while you either tongue or finger the clit can drive a woman sexually insane. Inspired by this penetration, Anne revenged herself by nibbling on Helen's clit. Helen drove a second finger into Anne's dilated asshole. This time Anne cried out, for it hurt. Was she still a virgin on that side? Helen ceased her fingering and returned to the dribbling cunt. Soon, in a crescendo of moans and heavy breathing, the two women rolled over on each other, quivering with delight and copiously wetting each other's face. I found myself caught up in a sexual fugue, in which I managed to screw away first using Helen's cunt, then Anne's without coming for the longest time. As I began to feel like I could do this forever, Anne, nearing exhaustion from the frantic fucking, started to gush a clear liquid from her pussy, it was overflowing with every stoke I drove in. Not to be left out, Helen who was lapping up the overflowing juices had now inserted Shorty, the vibrator up Anne's ass. As Helen applied the vibrator to Anne, she began licking my balls. Anne exploded in another series of grunts as she climaxed. I pulled out an entered Helen doggy style. Anne, covered in a mixture of sweat, love juice and lubricant, rose to her knees, and with a copious amount of fluid draining from her cunt and down her legs, placed Mr. Hard Throb in Helen's mouth and then her own. Helen must have come without my noticing, because she moved away severing my penetration, and told me to fuck Anne's ass next. Anne liked the idea. "I can take it all," she grinned. She needed no primer on that hole thanks to Helen's prior ministrations. I took aim and hit the target. Oh, God, what a wonderful fit! I thanked Shorty profusely for opening up the backdoor. Helen was busy applying Mr. Hard Throb to Anne's pussy. I could feel it, as I pounded deeper into her ass. I was all the way in, it was unbelievable, and I hit bottom! Annie bucked, shook and snorted as she gulped for the oxygen necessary to maintain her fucking activity. Somewhere in the background, Helen had a recording the 1812 Overture playing out its final moments. The bells were ringing and the fusillade of cannons exploded. What exquisite timing! Anne exploded. I exploded. It was fireworks the likes of which I'd never seen before. It was glorious; it was painfully glorious; there wasn't many fireworks ejaculated on my part, but the feeling was magnificent and long lasting. I collapsed and rolled over on my back. Anne was frozen in position, ass up, face down on the golden colored pillow, hands clenching the gold and black sheets. Helen finished putting on a strap-on dildo, and walked across the room to replace me in fucking Anne's ass - now a wide, gaping hole - with shit speckled semen drooling down her thigh. Pumping like a rabbit, Helen's breathing became quicker, and raspy, as she called upon energies that severely tested her heart and lung capacities. Anne began screaming she was coming. I had heard this before, and needed a rest, so I got up from the bed and sat hunched over on a love-seat across the room, watching as Helen, momentarily depleted, staggered off the bed, and wove her way toward the toy box. She reached in, picked up another toy, turned took two steps, and stumbled forward managing to collapse on the bed next to Anne. Moments later, apparently renewed, Helen held a humming vibrator inside her as she began kissing and caressing Anne. These toys sure were useful. I returned to the war-zone handing Anne the Eager Beaver for her own use. (That's the one with the second section that has a snout to diddle the clit.) The girls continued kissing and pinching each other's nipples while screwing themselves with the vibrators. I joined in again, playing with Helen's ringed nipple. She liked it when I squeezed it and pulled on it. Then I shifted to Anne's memorable puffy nipples. Time passed. The Bolero played to its conclusion a second time. It was silent, except for the panting of some tired fuckers. Then, magically, I was ready again. I stood up and announced, "Ladies, ladies, this is Gentleman Jim's last call." The girls giggled. "Then fuck Anne, nice and slow," said Helen. I wiped Anne's asscheeks off with a washcloth, and entered her from the rear; with her ass raised and her head resting on a pillow, (didn't I just do this?) and began series of slow, easy strokes into a pussy that had loosened considerably during the evening. "Anne eat me! Eat my ass!" Helen cried out, sliding her ass onto Anne's pillow, and spreading her legs as her cunt reached Anne's face. Anne quickly complied, burrowing her face between Helen's slick sheen-covered cheeks. She began using that fantastic tongue of hers in ways that defied description. Anne was closing in on yet another orgasm. As it overpowered her, she pounded her face into Helen's ass as though trying to obliterate her facial features. Helen cried out in pleasure, I suddenly found myself fucking thin air as Anne rolled away from Helen. Gasping desperately for air, I found myself straddling Helen's face, "Helen," I panted, my chest heaving, "lick my ass and balls." She laughed at me, but just as quickly began tonguing me there. Oh, that felt good! I really had nothing left but a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Regaining my breath and lust simultaneously, I turned Helen over and examined her asshole. It wasn't the friendly puckered face I was used to. No, after all this activity it looked more like a small fish's mouth after the hook has been removed. Not to be deterred, I slithered my cock into her gaping hole and pumped away. As my orgasm neared, a somewhat revived Anne stuck her tongue in my ear and whispered that she wanted to taste me again. And so, my evening ended by coming in Anne's mouth. I showered, dressed and said good night to the girls. They were sorting through the toys, looking for new thrills. I know I left some details out, but there was too, too, much to recall. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 67