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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

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okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
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