Chapter 4
Shep ambled up from the bed and padded across the room on his way to the bathroom. Helene didn't take her eyes off his naked body for a second, until he had closed the door behind him.
He splashed cold water in his face until he felt moderately awake. The two hours of sleep had helped, but he would have appreciated six or seven hours more. It looked as if he would never get any sleep in this town. Well, he could think of worse things happening than to be chased around by Helene.
When he came out of the bathroom, Helene was standing next to the dresser reading Lily's letter.
"You always read other people's mail?" he asked.
"When I feel like it," she said sweetly. "Who's this Lily?"
"A friend of mine."
"A very good friend, it sounds like."
"She's a girl I knew in college."
"You engaged to her?"
"Not quite," Shep said. "Let's say we're in the early stages of being engaged."
"I suppose you'll be seeing her before the summer's over?"
"Look, let's get off the subject, huh?"
"No. Are you going to answer her letter."
"Of course I am."
"Are you going to tell her about me?"
Shep shook his head. "You know damned well I'm not."
"Is she pretty?"
"Come on, Helene..."
"Prettier than me?"
"For Christ's sake, Helene."
"Show me a picture of her," she demanded.
"I thought you were in a hurry to eat?"
"Show me her picture," Helene demanded again.
"Man, you're something else. Okay. Here. I'll show you a picture."
He picked up his wallet and took two pictures out. "Here," he said, handing the photos to her. "Take a look. I'm going to get dressed."
She studied the pictures for a moment and said, "You like your women with big tits, don't you?"
"Doesn't everyone?"
"She's stacked. Is what she has as good as what I have, Shep?"
"She's got plenty. So do you."
"Whose are bigger?"
"I didn't measure," he said with a sigh. He didn't want to give her the satisfaction of telling her that, although Lily's breasts were great, hers were fantastic.
"You sleep with her, huh?"
"What are you, a Kinsey researcher?"
"Is she a good screw?"
"She's great," Shep said. "Want to know what she does with me, or doesn't it matter?"
"I'm glad she's not here," she said. "That way I don't have to share you."
"You've got a whole damn team to fuck. Why worry about me?"
"You're the newest," she said. "Also the best-looking, and the best fuck I've had for a long time. Besides that you hit home runs, and I love to watch that. It makes me tingle all over. I get all hot and bothered when you hit a home run, do you know that?"
"You're crazy," Shep said.
"Aren't we all?"
A few minutes later they left. They took her car and headed for town. The restaurant was high up on a hill overlooking a lake. It was a plush establishment with the parking lot filled to capacity with Cadillacs, Imperials, and expensive foreign cars. Evidently it was where all the bigwigs in the area came to eat.
When they went in the staff bowed and scraped to please them and it was obvious that Helene Armstrong was known and carried considerable weight here.
They had a few drinks, and looked over the menu. The prices were flat out exorbitant. They dined extravagantly, and when it came time to leave, they did. No check, no nothing. They just got up and left. It was a unique experience.
They got the car from the parking lot and Helene sped from the hill.
"I'm stuffed," she said. "A nice cool drive now, that's what I need. And afterward, some exercise."
"What kind of exercise?" Shep asked.
"The relaxing kind," she said smiling.
She drove with a suicidal frenzy, letting the car full out, or close to it. They were doing more than a hundred miles an hour, of that he was sure, but he couldn't bring himself to look at the speedometer. He just watched the miles whiz by through the window.
Then she slowed down. If you called eighty miles an hour slowing down, and she left the main road.
"We going where we were last night?" he asked.
"No. I've been driving in the other direction. Haven't you noticed?"
"Everything was such a blur I didn't really notice."
"Chicken," she said. "You ought to be with me sometime when I really go fast."
"I'll take a cab that night."
They were on a country road, and they turned again into a leafy glade where she brought the car to a stop.
"It's a cemetery," he said with surprise.
"You're very observant."
"What the hell are we doing here?"
"We're going to get some exercise, a little loving," she said. "It's nice and private here, and just a little spooky, but I don't mind. It adds something."
"There are night watchmen in cemeteries."
"Not this one."
She led him through the headstones, and chose a grassy knoll.
She stripped out of her dress in a jiffy. It was like a dancer taking off a breakaway costume, it was gone in a wink of the eye. She wore a half-cup bra and a skimpy pair of transparent panties, nothing more.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked him. "Get your clothes off."
"Yeah," he said. "Sure."
He looked at her as he stripped away his clothes. She was beautiful. Her large breasts seemed even larger and rounder tonight, close together, with their stiff nipples standing erect. She was breathing faster now, already excited, breasts rising and falling, nostrils flared.
When he was naked, she came over to him.
"Lie down," she said.
"Whatever rings your chimes, honey."
He stretched out on his back. The grass was cool and damp on his back. The moon was bright and lit up the surrounding countryside. He felt perfectly relaxed laying out under the stars and thought how easy it would be to close his eyes and sleep.
Helene lowered herself beside him. He thought he knew what she was going to do and his cock twitched with anticipation. But he was wrong. Helene had something else in mind.
She lay down beside him, and he felt her breasts brushing against his hardened cock. That was a grand feeling to have those globes of flesh touching his prick.
Then she pulled him closer, trapping his cock, holding it with her breasts, pushing them together around his throbbing cock.
"There," she breathed. "That's what I wanted!"
She began to move tantalizingly.
Shep had never in his life had a girl do something like this to him. The sensations were strange, unique, and utterly fascinating. To feel those cool, swollen breasts against him, it was marvelous.
He began to help her, and she sighed and worked faster, squeezing her breasts tighter. She brought him to an orgasm in a short time.
"I'm coming! I'm almost there!" he gasped.
"Go all the way," she said.
"But ... but..." he sputtered.
"Never mind me," she said. "Shoot your load when you're ready."
He was puzzled with her display of generosity. If ever a selfish female had lived on this earth, Helene was she, but now she was foregoing her own pleasure to please him. It was completely out of character for her.
"Go on!" she urged. "Shoot your load into my tits!" There was an excitement in her voice. "Come, baby! Come!"
She squeezed her breasts more tightly around his prick and her body jerked as she masturbated him with her breasts. She continued to urge him to shoot off as she worked on his prick, and she was excited more and more by the unusual act.
Shep gasped and grunted with pleasure, his eyes closed and he pumped his prick between the firm breasts. The sensation blurred his mind and dulled his perception of reality. He lost himself in the lust that was taken over his reflexes and thrust again and again into the lush breasts until he exploded with an orgasm. His prick spewed out copious amounts of come onto her breasts and lubricated his jerking cock, adding to the already fantastic pleasure he felt. He heard Helene squeal with delight as he bathed her large round breasts with his come.
Then it was over. Shep lay on the cool grass catching his breath, and he looked up at her. She looked wild, smiling, her eyes gleaming with passion. She got to her feet.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"There's a little stream that runs through the cemetery. I'm going to cool myself off."
He watched her walk away, a pale sensual figure in the moonlight. After a few minutes he followed her. The stream was close by. He saw her crouched by the edge splashing water over herself. She was a stunning figure kneeling there.
He went over to her, and she stood up dripping wet and giggling loudly.
"Let's go wading," she suggested.
"All right."
The stream was no more than three feet deep, and had plenty of weeds growing in it, but the water was fast flowing and cool. They walked into the water and submerged themselves completely. For the hundredth time that night he told himself he had never seen anything more beautiful. Not lovable, but beautiful.
When they stepped from the water, their bodies gleaming in the moonlight, she came up close to him.
"Now my turn," she whispered softly.
Her arms closed about him and she pulled herself close to him. Although no more than fifteen or twenty minutes had passed, Shep found himself responding, ready to go again. He put his arms around her and held her tightly to him. His lips crushed against hers, and he kissed her passionately.
She tugged at him and drew him down into the tall grass at the edge of the stream. His hands explored her lush body slowly, and when his fingers probed her cunt, he found her wet and ready for his prick. She groaned with need as his fingers played with her clit.
"Do you want to be fucked, or sucked?" he asked in a whisper.
"Mmmmm, fucked!" she gasped.
Shep spread her legs apart and climbed between them. He guided his prick, swollen, thick with blood, and imbedded it into her juicy cunt to its full length with a series of short stabs. His hairs meshed with her nest as his cock rested impaled in her. He thrust his prick leisurely and pleasurably in a steady rhythm that brought cries of pleasure from her.
As he maintained his steady, unhurried pace, he grasped her tit in his mouth and flicked his tongue against the sensitive, stiff nipple. The tingling pulses of his tongue drove her wild, combined with the steady pumping of his cock into her burning cunt, and she bucked and tossed beneath him.
"Ooohh, fuck me! Ooohhh," she moaned.
The rocking motion of his hips increased in tempo. Supporting himself with one arm, he squeezed at her breasts while he sucked at the tasty nub.
"Ooohh," she groaned again. "I'm coming! Fuck me harder, Shep! Now! Now! Harder! Faster! Harder!" Her voice was a series of grunts, begging him to work harder. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I'm coming! Ahhhrror!" Her anguished growl diminished into a low gurgle of satisfaction as she jerked and writhed under his relentless lunging.
He was stimulated further by her cries and soon exploded in her, filling her hot slot with come. They remained beating a steady rhythm to each other until the last spasms had long past, and then they fell apart.
"You are really the greatest," she said weakly. "You have the greatest prick in the world. I can't get enough of it."
Shep lay there smiling.
After a long rest, Helene got up and went into the water. She washed herself completely and rubbed at her pussy.
"That's the first time I ever got sore," she said with a broad grin. "You must be great, Shep. Only that fat cock of yours could have done that."
He laughed at her.
"Bring it over here and I'll kiss it and make it better," he kidded.
But Helene didn't take it as a joke and she came over to him, standing with legs spread. "I'm waiting," she said, a grin spread over her face. "Kiss it and make it better."
"Well, I was only joking," he said. "But if you really want me to."
"I want you to," she said softly.
Shep moved over in front of her and grasped her cunt with his hand. He massaged the hairy mound and planted a kiss on her cunt.
"Mmmmmm, don't stop," she moaned. "Please don't stop."
Her hand went to his head and she twined her fingers in his hair pulling his face to her pussy.
"Suck it, Shep. Suck me off, please," she pleaded.
His tongue flicked out at the reddened flesh of her cunt lips and she gasped with delight. He spread her cunt open with his fingers and lapped at the moist flesh hungrily. He loved sucking this vixen off, he thought to himself. He couldn't think why he enjoyed it so much, but he did. It excited the hell out of him to push his face into her box and drive her wild.
He licked her cunt, and let his lips trail around to her ass. She whimpered with pleasure. He stabbed at her crack with his tongue, and she reached to her buttocks and pulled them apart. He looked at the brownish, rubbery hole and flicked his tongue at it. At the same time he pushed a finger into her cunt, then two.
"Ooohh, Shep," she groaned. "Ooohhh!"
He completely bathed her buttocks and crack before he returned to her cunt, and by then she was wavering in the moonlight, unable to stand there without holding onto his shoulders tightly. When his mouth covered her box again she crumpled down to the ground.
"I can't take it!" she cried out. "It's so wonderful!"
He adjusted himself to her writhing body and continued his unending attack with his mouth. She was in ecstasy, her body jerked, convulsed out of control as he sucked at her cunt.
"Aaggrror," she groaned and her body stiffened. "Here I go! I'm coming!" she gasped. "Ooohhh, fuck! It's so good!" He could feel her cunt contracting and spasming around his stabbing tongue as she squirmed and writhed. Her screams of joy filled the night and she pulled his head tightly to her cunt.
Shep didn't stop lapping at her hole until she had gone limp with exhaustion. Then he sat back and looked at the contented look on her face as she lay there with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her face.
"Is it better now?" he asked her.
"Mmmmm, so much better." She sighed heavily. "Not only do you have the greatest cock in the world, but you have one hell of a talented tongue."
"I like my work," he said.
"Do you? Do you really like to eat me?"
"I love it."
"I'm glad, because you really drive me crazy doing that. Not that you don't drive me nuts with that prick of yours too."
"I'm glad you like like it."
He wasn't lying. He wondered how he could dislike a person, but yet, how he could be drawn so to the same person. He really couldn't resist her, he had to give in to her imperious whims in all things. He lay back and relaxed.
Things could be worse. Hadn't he hit two home runs in as many days? He was the town hero at the moment, and he was batting a thousand in the lust league with Helene. Besides that there was Lily. He was doing all right.
They lay there under the stars for about an hour. Helene had mercy on him and didn't keep him out all night. They left the cemetery before midnight, and this time she wore her clothes when she drove back to town.
He was back at his apartment before one o'clock, and she didn't come in with him.
"See you at the game," she told him.
"Sure. I'm going to get a good night of sleep. Tomorrow is a big day."
She started down the road, and Shep headed for his bed. When he got in he set the alarm for noon, just in case. But ten hours of sleep was all that his body seemed to need and he woke at eleven of his own accord. He got up feeling refreshed and invigorated, a far cry from the morning before. No headache, dull nerves, or any of the other bad feelings. He was ready to play two games today.
He took a long warm shower and a shave which made him feel even better, if that were possible.
He looked at the clock again. Eleven-twenty-five. He had time for a quick breakfast.
He whistled on his way down the stairs and down the street to the coffee shop on the corner. He thought about last night, and how good Helene had looked in that dress. In it and out of it. That had been a good evening, and he was really ready for what was coming today at the ball park.