Chapter 3
Helen felt acutely embarrassed. She was blushing, feeling like a schoolgirl all over again. She had been just that, a schoolgirl, when Andy had come to town and had seen her. He had just come out of the army, and Helen had been fascinated by his uniform more than anything else. He had lived right next door to her, and when he had asked her out, she had consented to go with him, against her parents' wishes. He had taken her mostly to local movies, occasionally to the roller rink, but never dancing. Each time he had tried kissing her, she had told him nice girls didn't go around kissing just any man, and she realized now that he had been so hot for her, the continued refusals on her part to submit to so much as a kiss had finally sparked him to ask her to marry him.
The marriage proposal, her first-and as it turned out, her only-was so flattering, Helen had agreed. She had allowed Andy to chastely kiss her that night for the first time, and three weeks later, she had married him. Directly from the church, they had left the little town where she had lived all her life, and he had taken her on a plane to New York, to Long Island, to a small home where he had put a down payment, telling her they would honeymoon at a later time, but now he had a business to build up.
That night, she had faced her first outrage on her body, and it had been a living nightmare. But Andy, afterward, had acted as if that was the way he was supposed to act, and had not apologized, nor had he promised to be gender the next time. Helen had soon learned the next time was a week later, and it was just as horrible, as were all succeeding bed forays with her husband. But her parents had warned her when she had gone away with Andy that she was married to the man now, and she was not to come seeking help from them in any way. So for fifteen years Helen had suffered; suffered when her husband had fucked her; suffered when she had given birth; and emotionally suffered all the time because she had wanted life to be a sort of fairy tale. Her little vine-covered cottage was not vine-covered, but shingle-covered. Nor was it a cottage, but a split-ranch, the worst kind of house, because there were steps, steps, and more steps.
Now she stood looking at the open door through which Zip had disappeared, feeling warm all over, as she did when reading all those romantic novels. God! If anyone ever knew what was going on in her mind, she would be the laughing-stock of the community.
Shrugging, she returned to the living room with the intent of reading more of the romance book she had started. But as she read, thoughts of Zip kept intruding themselves into her mind. The hero in the book suddenly had the boy's features, though in her mind Helen aged him a bit, and as time passed, Helen began to think the ideal lover would be Zip in about five more years, maybe six or seven.
It was four-thirty when she heard a wrapping on the screen door, and hurrying to the door, she saw Zip standing there with the empty cup. Her face instantly reddened.
"Come in, Zip," she said, backing into the living room.
"Hi," he smiled. "Hey, look, I'm sorry about before, Aunt Helen. I didn't mean anything bad. I mean, you are a beautiful lady, and I just kinda figured I hadda kiss you. But if I did something wrong, I'm really sorry."
She took the cup from him, saying, "It's very adult of you to know when you're wrong and apologize, but I have to be starting supper for Andy very shortly ... so ... it might be ... a good idea ... if ... you just sort of...."
The boy was looking at her, his eyes glittering with an overpowering intensity that she was barely able to hear herself talk.
"Yeah, sure, I will, Aunt Helen," he said, watching as she put the cup on the living room coffee table. "But I figure you're a grown-up lady, and you have a lotta common sense, so maybe you can help me out of a predicament I've suddenly found myself in."
Helen suddenly found herself shaking all over. Wanting to hide it as much as possible, she slowly walked over to the easy chair across the room and sat in it very slowly, wondering just what kind of trouble a good-looking boy like this had gotten into. She waited, staring at him, noting his large brown eyes were locked onto her, then slowly he sighed and said, "It's like this, Aunt Helen. I know I'm just a kid, but you see, I sort of developed this crush on someone. I like her, I like her a lot."
"Did you get her into any kind of trouble?" Helen asked.
"Oh gosh, no!" the boy told her, shaking his head. "She doesn't even know how I feel about her. I mean, it's just a boyish crush, I know, but I feel like I kinda love her."
"This is serious," Helen said in a mock tone of voice, inwardly aware her Sir Lancelot was already finding out about women. He was obviously going to be one terrific lover.
"You ain't kidding," the boy told her. "I mean, look, I'll be honest, I've been more than friendly with some girls in school, and I know what sex is all about. They were kinda nice and taught me everything, and when I say everything, I mean everything."
"Zip, this is none of my business," she insisted.
"But it is, Aunt Helen. You see, you're the person I have this crush on, and each time I do things with these other girls, I keep thinking I'm doing them with you."
"Zip!" she gasped.
"I love you, Aunt Helen," he told her, his voice just barely audible. "I mean, I really love you. I gotta tell you to your face. I know you think a kid like me ain't got no right to love a grown-up woman like you, but I think you're really someone terrific, someone extra-special. There, I said it, and I'm not sorry."
A declaration of love was the last thing Helen had expected from this handsome youth her mind had thought of as the archetypical modern lover. As a result, she found herself blushing, more than a little excited by his admission. Perhaps the worst thing was the way she was dressed at the moment, because she really hadn't expected to see anyone today after what her husband had done to her. She had taken a long hot bath when Andy had gone, washing herself out, and then she had donned a skimpy halter and shorts, and her flushing skin was apparent all the way down to her toes. The boy looked as if he wanted to jump up and grab her lewdly supple breasts, and deep down she wished he would do just that. But no! Zip wasn't another Andy. He wouldn't hurt her. She knew that just from looking at him. Still, he was just a boy; she had no intention of encouraging him.
"I don't know what to say, Zip," she finally replied. "I mean, I'm very flattered, really...." her voice was filled with all kinds of uncertainty while her mind was already tinged with excitement. "I mean, I wish there was something for me to say, but...."
"Hey, I know, I know," the boy continued before she was able to think of anything else to say. "You're a beautiful woman, a married woman, and I'm just a kinda punk kid who has his head in the clouds sorta dreamin' about you. I know. I mean, this is a kinda old story. It's happened to a lotta people before me, and I guess it'll happen to a lotta kids after me. But the thing is, when I'm with you, I don't feel like a kid ... I feel different, really different. It's not like I'm outta place with kids my own age. Heck! I'm at home with just about anyone. But the thing is, when I'm with you, I feel like a real man for a change. I feel like those guys who say they can move mountains. Gee! I think you're about the most fabulous woman in the whole world, Aunt Helen."
"Zip, you are a big boy," she assured him. "In fact, since we're not really related, you can drop that Aunt business. From now on just call me Helen. Look, soon you'll find a girl a lot closer to your own age in whom you'll really be interested. When you do, you'll forget all about me."
"Hey, come on," the boy shrugged. "I may find some chick after a while, but the truth is, you know, and so do I that I ain't gonna be forgetting you. You're really a beauty, Aunt ... I mean, Helen. No matter who I find, she ain't gonna be like you."
"I think it's very sweet of you to say that, Zip...."
"I'm not just saying it," the boy insisted. "I mean it."
"Look, I think it might be a good idea if you left before things got sort of...."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Okay, I'll go," he nodded.
"And don't worry. Someday you'll be able to love a beautiful girl who'll love you back."
The two of them stood at the same time, both walking toward the small front foyer, and though she struggled to keep her emotions inside her, Helen knew she was attracted very strongly to the boy-a lot more strongly than she had been before, when she had thought of him as an ideal lover. Her body was beginning to glow with desire, something she had never felt for her husband-never! She longed to feel his hard and youthful frame close to hers, aching to reach out and touch and embrace him. Oh it would be with motherly affection more than anything else. After all, he was just about the same age as her own son. Though it was summer, Phil had opted to stay at the military school and try and earn more points. She did miss the boy. Zip's being here made her think of him for a moment, but the truth was, she wasn't thinking of Zip as she would a son.
How strange it was that she shared emotions with this fifteen-year-old boy. But she didn't dare let him know, and she had to keep her hands to herself. She was a married woman, and even if she hated the sight of her husband, there wasn't much she would be able to do. If Andy ever did divorce her, he wouldn't bother supporting her no matter what the courts ordered. No, she didn't dare give in to any foolish romantic impulses, for to do so would break all the laws of morality, written and otherwise. But God! How her heart was drumming in her chest, and she had to admit her lips yearned to kiss those of the boy, just once, just to find out what it was like to be kissed by someone who really counted.
"Well, I guess this is good-bye," Zip said to her at the door. "I mean, I'll see you from time to time and all that, but I think it might be a kinda good idea if I didn't drop by here when you're alone."
"You're right," Helen nodded. "I mean, I like you and all, Zip, but this isn't right ... I mean we shouldn't...."
God! She was all but coming out and admitting to the youth that she felt as strongly about him as he did about her. It seemed unbearable all of a sudden to have him leave. God! He embodied all the things in life she had wanted but had never had. He was all the dreams she had enjoyed since having gotten married. He was every hero in every romance book ever written.
The two of them stood facing one another in the doorway, their eyes locked together as if a tractor beam was between them, and Helen felt every muscle in her body straining to reach out for the youth. God! The blonde woman felt tears well up in her. He was going to go, and once he did, the spell would be broken, for no matter how many times they met in the future, it would never be like this.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, and at that moment all the walls, all the barriers, all the doors between them seemed to open, and without meaning to do so, she stepped back into the foyer, and he was following her, moving toward her. In the next instant their arms were wrapped tightly around one another in a forbidden embrace, their hands clutching tightly to one another's bodies, each clinging to the other as if for dear life, like two shipwrecked strangers alone on a desert island.
The boy held the enthralled housewife close to him, clutching her very tightly, unable to keep himself from being carried away by all that was happening. Not that Zip was emotionally unstable, but he definitely was young, and his emotions were still developing, and in that instant he suddenly came to regard Helen as being his.
The odd thing was, he had started all this as a lark. He had been certain Helen would kick him out. Not that he didn't love her, but he really hadn't thought a woman like her would be interested in a kid like himself. Discovering, all of a sudden, that she was interested, he suddenly came to think of her as his personal possession. He had fucked quite a few fifteen and even sixteen-year-old girls, but he had never had a mature woman before, and to have his Aunt Helen, well, that would really be a coup. She was one helluva looker, even if she was starting to get some bags under her eyes. This close, he smelled the whiskey on her breath, and suddenly he knew why she had bags.
Drawing away from her a little, he looked at her, holding her face between his hands, and Helen, who was still slightly under the influence of all she had imbibed, stared at him and saw only the man she had longed for all these many years. He leaned down and kissed her, slowly, tantalizingly, carefully, lingeringly. Desire continued mounting in both of them with every passing second.
For Helen, it was all too incredible to believe. It was a fantasy suddenly coming true. He was no longer a boy, but a man. The thrills she experienced as she continued kissing the boy made her softly rounded body shudder from head to foot.
She knew she should not be doing this. Her bewildered brain was crying out to her to regain her sanity, but her body wanted it, and as a result, she was powerless to stop what was happening. One wave of desire after another surged through her. It was definitely like all the things that she had read about in those romance novels, where the heroine, alone and frightened, finally comes upon the hero, who, after some indecision, finally admits his love for her. She knew then and there she was going to commit adultery as she found herself kissing back hungrily, holding his lean, hard body tightly against her own form, kissing him with both, desperation and love, feeling submerged in the extraordinary pleasures shooting through her as her dreams suddenly turned into realities. Desires were coming true, and it felt so good, so wonderful.
"My husband ... Uncle Andy ... he'll be coming soon," she whispered in an attempt to try and grasp at sanity, her lips murmuring anxiously against the boy's neck as he began showering her with blissful kisses. "We shouldn't, Zip, we shouldn't...."
"When will he be home?" the boy whispered into her ear.
"Six," she muttered, as she felt his hands reaching behind her, trying to loosen her halter top.
"We have time, Aunt Helen," he said, slipping back into the "Aunt" bit, though making his mounting arousal known by pressing his pulsing cock solidly against her, making her aware it was harder than a rock as it pushed out the material of his trousers. The boy's sexual appetite had been whetted, heatedly aroused, and he moved with a determined steadiness to overcome all her apprehensiveness because he wanted her, really wanted her. The boy knew he probably wouldn't be able to dip his wick this time. Hell! If he did that, good as it felt, she would eventually become a victim of her own conscience and hate herself, blaming herself for everything. That was something Zip didn't want. He made decisions on the spur of the moment, and he knew from the way she was clinging to him that her sex life with her husband had to be somewhere south of lousy. There was every probability she had never experienced an orgasm in her entire life. The thing was, if he made her come without shooting off his load-he'd be able to pop his wad with some chick a little later-she would come to understand what orgasm was all about. Then, over a period of days, days where he wouldn't show up at all, she would ache for more, and when he finally did show up, she would not only welcome him into her home, but she would do anything, anything at all that he wanted.
The thing was, Zip was possessive, but he was also practical. Though he professed to love Helen, the truth was, he was enamored of her. More than that, he was smart enough to understand that once he did fuck her, if he did the job right, she was the kind of volcanic woman who would want more and more. In all probability she would want more than he would be able to give. Therefore, the smart thing to do would be to cash in on it. After all, how many friends did he have who would love to fuck an older woman? The trick here was to dominate the woman without her realizing he was the one in control. He would have to make her think everything was her idea, to the point where she would actually thank him for getting her those other young boys. The only thing she wouldn't have to know was that the boy was making certain financial arrangements with these boys.
All this went through Zip's mind in less than a fraction of a second. Yes, he did love Aunt Helen, and he was going to love her in just about every way possible. What was more, he was going to prove his love for her by bringing her more satisfaction than he, himself, would give. As a result, he would also profit, though she need never know about that.
But to make it all come true, he had to get her to show him her cunt. That was his goal for today.
"Aunt Helen," he whispered, his mouth clamped on hers, kissing her and whispering heated sounds into her mouth. "I want to see you naked. I have to. You're so lovely...."
"Oh, God ... no! We can't do anything like that!" Helen insisted, the shock of his request sobering her just a little, though she felt the tide of desire inside her continually mount to where she soon knew she would do anything he wished.
"Please ... oh, please ... I may never have another chance to look at how wonderful and beautiful you are," he murmured. "You're so white, so shiny, so perfect. Please let me look at you ... at all of you...."
Almost as if she were dreaming Helen responded, totally overwhelmed by her desire for the handsome young boy. She ignored all warnings of conscience, telling herself her marriage was a farce and she owed Andy absolutely nothing. Hell! She knew he was fucking around on the outside with those prostitutes.
Tingling with excitement, she let the boy lead her back into the living room. Slowly he removed her already unhooked halter, exposing the perfect whiteness of her throbbing breasts, letting the cool air in the room wash all over them. Her pink areolae, each the size of a double-eagle, seemed to expand and enlarge even more. The rosy buds of her nipples, which, in all her years of marriage had not swelled even once, suddenly enlarged, becoming erect and tight, jutting out pulsatingly from the white swells of her full breasts.
"Gee, you have such lovely breasts," the boy whispered, his voice a soft moan as his eyes fell on her firmly up-thrust mounds. "Gee, Aunt Helen, please ... please ... I can't help myself. I have to taste them ... I just have to...."
Before Helen was able to protest, the handsome youth had embraced her all over again, his hands sliding behind her naked back and holding her close to him as he dipped his face against the front of her and began kissing and tasting the nakedly quivering swells of flesh that were her breasts-breasts as soft as doves. He sucked first at one nipple, then the other nipple, tasting each mound in turn while Helen continued moaning with pleasure from the deft way his mouth worked against her.
Andy, her husband, had never, but never done anything like this with her. Andy was brutality personified. Zip, on the other hand, was treating her tenderly, reverently, and she found herself lost in the kind of bliss that had heretofore existed solely in her imagination. She held the young boy's head gently, tangling her fingers in his brown hair while his mouth continued working resiliently over the softness of her eager flesh.
"Uuuuu nnnnn hhhhhh ... hhhhhh aaaaa nnnnnn hhhhh...." she moaned. "Ohhhh ... that feels s-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ... ooooooohhhhhh...."
The boy began slowly moving himself lower, allowing his wet, warmly licking tongue to trail tantalizingly downward until it reached the short, narrow waistband of the shorts she was wearing. Then, falling onto his knees before her, Zip carefully unhooked the shorts and lowered them over the flowering hips and voluptuous curves, letting them slide down the tapered loveliness of her slender thighs to her ankles. His eyes remained riveted on her white, flat belly.
Helen permitted him to do so, as if she were caught in some kind of hypnotic spell, enchanted by the wonderfully romantic idea of this handsome son of her best friend undressing her as if she were the goddess of love and beauty to whose loveliness he was paying homage. There was something intensely exciting about the forbidden wickedness in which Helen was indulging. She and Zip were sharing a wonderfully delightful secret, a special moment in time that no one else in the world would ever know about. This was like a gift from Olympus itself, a storybook dream come true, and she allowed herself to totally revel in it. Delicately Helen lifted first one foot then the other, allowing the now-heatedly lustful, handsome youth to remove her shorts, and then, her eyes glistening with happiness, she let him ease her down to the sofa, feeling the softness of the plush cushion against her back, and she lay there, wearing the flimsiest pair of white bikini panties that almost seemed to blend into the whiteness of her nakedly gleaming flesh.
"Love you," the boy whispered. "Can't help myself."
"Yes, yes," Helen smiled. "I love you, too."
"Must be like you," he insisted. "Have to undress.
Wouldn't be right to make you show me yourself, and then keep myself hidden. Have to undress," the boy insisted.
"Yes," Helen gasped, closing her eyes, feeling like a little girl all over again as she drifted into the highly active world dominated by her imagination. In her mind she was once again the young girl Andy had discovered when he had come out of the army. But the boy with her was now Zip, and he wasn't fifteen, but more like twenty-two or twenty-three. He was the ideal love-partner, and she was going to share something blissful with him. She felt vibrantly alive, her almost-naked body trembling with eager anticipation, anxious to release all the love she had kept in reserve for this lover of her girlish, romantic dreams.
With a faintly amused smile on his young face, Zip realized he had his Aunt Helen where he wanted her. He hadn't suspected there was so much of the little girl in her. He began understanding that people grow up in different ways, and in some ways different people don't grow up at all. He stared at her, locking his lips, knowing, if he wanted, he would be able to do anything with her, anything his heart desired. But if he wasn't careful, it would be for one-time-only. No! Aunt Helen was far too good to waste. He had a feeling that once she was turned loose, she would be a tigress. The smart thing would be to stick to his original plan and make her want him so bad, when next he came around, she would be the one to initiate something between them. When that happened, he would know for sure that he'd be able to do as he pleased over a long period of time, including the making of some nice money using her. Most amusing of all, she would be certain he was doing it simply out of love for her, and she would be forever grateful. He eagerly removed his clothing.
From her supine position, stretched out as she was on the sofa, Helen watched as Zip's lithe, young, muscular body was revealed for the first time to her questing eyes. When he had been a little boy she had seen his naked body when his mother had changed him, but that little boy and the youth now standing in her living room were two different people to her mind. He was slender, with a hard, masculine frame, and she had to admit, for a young boy, he was extremely well-hung. He was certainly longer and thicker than Andy, but she assumed just about any male was longer and thicker than Andy. Not that Zip was immense, although when he was full-grown, in five or six more years, she was certain his penis would be somewhat larger than at present. The boy had heavily swaying balls with a fine lint covering, totally unlike the black, hairy duffel-bag dangling between her husband's legs. They swayed from side to side as he walked, though the scrotum was already tightening and pulling them up into his groin. To Helen, the naked boy looked like a young Apollo who had just descended in a golden chariot with the express purpose of making love to her.
Walking over to the sofa, Zip seated himself beside Helen, on the edge, his youthful, shining face a mask of adoration, creating the image of a maturing Eros. Reaching out very gently, the boy slowly eased his fingers into the elastic waistband of Helen's white bikini panties, and he eased them down, sliding them over her succulently white hips.
Helen was totally blinded by the fantasy filling her mind, and she sighed with pleasure as cool air rushed over her creamy white loins and caressed the throbbing swell of her now-nakedly exposed pelvic triangle. With the removal of her nylon bikini panties, Helen's glorious nakedness was totally revealed to the teenager's glittering eyes, and for a brief instant she felt a shivering moment of guilt. She was totally naked now, completely alone with this young boy who should never, but never, have been allowed to look at her this way.
Her fists clenched with involuntary tenseness as it occurred to her that her husband might suddenly decide to come home in the middle of the day, in which case he would catch her. Not that Andy gave a damn about her as a person, but he regarded her as his personal possession, and he wouldn't take kindly to anyone, not even Zip, fondling what belonged to him. She felt the boy's hands slowly, gently, teasingly working their way between her thighs, separating them, making her widen them. She was terrified.
"Zip ... no ... don't ... I can't do this ... it's wrong ... I'm afraid ... please ... oh, please...."
"It's all right, Aunt Helen," he whispered, his voice soft, tender and loving, because the truth was, he did feel something for her more than that which he had felt for all those girls with whom he had fooled around. Oh yes, he did indeed have a crush on her, and though it was tempered somewhat by the knowledge that she was reciprocating so quickly, the fact remained that here he was, with this beautiful blonde woman, the both of them totally naked, and she so emotionally overpowered, he would be able to do as he wished if he remained calm and collected.
He gently spread her thighs wider as she lay on the couch, then knelt between them, his body preventing her from shutting them. The boy sat back on his knees, saying, "Don't be scared, don't be scared. Everything's gonna be terrific, Aunt Helen, you'll see."
Helen clamped her eyes shut and tried with all her might to believe the boyish words he was spouting, doing her best to push away the continuing sense of nagging shame that ate away at her. Just a few short seconds ago this had all seemed so magical, as if happening in some kind of fairyland, but now, totally naked in her own living room, she realized what she was doing. She was acting in a shamefully meretricious and adulterous way, a way totally forbidden by people who populated the outside world. Yet she did long to feel this handsome youth make love to her ... longed to have the wonderful dream continue now that it had begun. Yes, it had to continue, no matter what the final outcome.
God help me! I'm so confused, she thought.
Zip, looking at her face, knew the moment had come. The time was right, and if he let the moment pass, there might never be another. He had to make his move before the beautiful blonde young woman lying nakedly in front of him decided to "be sensible." Once she really changed her mind, there would be no changing it back, and all his plans for using Helen physically, using her personally and letting his friends use her so he would become financially well-to-do, would slide down the drain.
He hurriedly forced her tensing thighs just the littlest big wider, his hands on the tender insides, pushing outward. Without another word, he plunged his face downward, his lips moving toward the hotly throbbing flesh of her defenseless vaginal slash. A warm, pungently feminine aroma wafted up to his nostrils, driving the wanton youth mad with ardor as his desire continued steadily mounting. Hot flashes of obscene rapacity rippled insanely through his shuddering body. Up to now, he had kept his own lustful desire for her under control, but at this moment, with his mouth pressed against the quivering threshold of her steamy cleft, he was no longer able to keep himself restrained. With a mounting growl of excitement, he pushed his face deeper into her feminine glen, darting the entire length of his stabbing tongue in a snake-like manner, flicking up and down the full, wet vaginal slash.
The abrupt and shocking contact of Zip's tongue with the ultra-sensitive membranes of her blazingly aroused vagina caused Helen to suddenly retreat and no longer resist. What the boy was doing-something she had never even dreamed of-had her so totally enthralled, vibrant tremors of utterly wanton desire tingled through her starved loins-loins that had never known any kind of pleasure whatsoever, and the rush of ecstasy completely dispeled her fears. As a result, she was the one who opened her thighs, spreading them even more widely in order to accommodate the boy's lewdly questing oral digit.
Little by little she began surrendering herself to the maddening passion that continued growing like a flame throughout her insanely pulsating body. At that moment the boy's tongue, which had been flatly rubbing against her inner labia, pulled back a little, and pressed itself firmly against the button of her hidden clitoris. Until now, the nodule had remained shielded, hidden by a tiny canopy of flesh, afraid to reveal itself whenever Andy had touched her for fear of being bruised. But because of what this boy was doing, her clitoris extended itself, and thus met the rubbing tongue. As a result, she gasped as the boy massaged his oral organ against the penis-like extension as it was teased into tantalizing hardness.
Helen gasped, unable to believe what she was feeling. She was wantonly aroused by sensations she had only dreamed about but had never hoped to feel until this moment. His tongue playing against her clitoris made her shudder and vibrate uncontrollably. She felt as if she were a clarinet, and someone was playing her, holding a long, sensuous note inside her body, making her tremble. Reverberation after reverberation ran wildly through her shuddering body like a teasing tremor of pure static, and wave after wave of uncontrollable and irresistible pleasure surged upward through her lasciviously flowering cuntal slash.
Then Zip slid his flicking tongue slurpingly downward, away from her desire-distended clitoris to the soft, velvet-like entrance to her feminine sump, aware of the fluted labia pressing against his cheeks. He probed deeply into the steaming feminine swamp, making her writhe, wriggle and contort as feelings Helen had never previously dreamed of suddenly exploded sizzingly through her shuddering body. Her vaginal opening contracted and expanded continually as he carefully explored the wetly pulsating orifice. He pushed his tongue as far into it as was humanly possible, and for the first time Helen felt a tongue wash her inner walls, circling as it did so, touching every part of her interior.
The beautiful blonde found herself uncontrollably pulling back in utter surprise and thrilling passion, a soul-searing moan escaping from the depths of her helpless chest. The sudden and violent intrusion of this handsome young boy's wetly probing tongue into the simmering center of her seething, and desire-swollen vaginal depths suddenly brought her back to violent reality, and she was torn between insistent flashes of lust and a renewal of the fear of discovery. It no longer bothered her that what she was doing was immoral, simply because something this good had to be moral if only because it was so good. This didn't lessen the chance of discovery by her husband, though.
"Zip...." she gasped, heavily panting, unable to keep herself under any kind of control, doing her best to resist. 'This isn't right ... no Zip ... no ... if my husband finds us...."
The boy was too far gone to bother replying with words. His only response at this point was to rotate his tongue that much more strongly into her velvet-like interior, swabbing out her vaginal sheath again and again, drinking the delicious potion of oil that continued issuing from within her. Salaciously obscene thrills of mounting hunger and desire constantly built higher and higher in her pulsing loins, and shocks of uncontrollable arousal spiraled out through her nakedly splayed frame, so intensely compelling at this moment the last trace of fear being found out by her husband was, for the moment, totally obliterated from her seething brain as wild arousal continued surging through her shuddering body.
Helen's heart began pounding madly, thundering in the middle of her tiny chest as the handsome, brown-haired young boy continued slurping his vibrant tongue in and out of the shuddering swamp that was her vaginal softness with overpowering force. Tremors of lascivious passion rocked the dazed housewife from head to foot. Her head began flailing back and forth on the arm of the sofa in mindless passion. Her long blonde hair, which had been finally done in an upsweep, now came loose and began flailing in every direction at once. Though it would have horrified her if she was fully aware of it, the lovely woman was no longer behaving like a lover of romance, but rather she had become primitive, losing herself in animal feelings of lascivious sensation, surrendering herself to age-old passions she, herself, had never been permitted to realize. At this moment she was unaware of anything other than the urgency of her body's needs.
"Uuuuuu nnnn hhhhhh! Yesssssssss!" she hissed.
Wantonly, shamelessly, she hurled her pelvis upward, slamming her cuntlips against the boy's working mouth, feeling his tongue eel in and out of her as never before. Gone for the moment was the romantic image of Zip as a troubled youth who had come to her and gasped out his love for her. Gone in every way was the genteel idea she had of romance and delicacy. Sensitivity had been replaced by thrilled sensuousness. What she felt at the moment was pure animal passion. Her brain was completely consumed with sexual messages rushing in and out of her through every nerve-ending and more in her lewdly twisting, shuddering body. With deep groans of pleasure she grasped the boy's head and with her fingertips on the cap of his skull, pressed his face solidly into the palpitating depths of her slickly jellied cunt. Thoughts ran through her mind in an incoherent jumble. Though Helen was a romantic, she wasn't ignorant about sexual terminology. She had heard her best friend, Maggie, Zip's mother, often talk about the happenings in the hospital where she worked. In a place where there were so many beds there were bound to be more than a few bedroom antics. So her mind thought out the words she had often heard Maggie use when describing some of the things she had been seeing between patients and nurses and doctors and nurses. The boy was, in the local parlance, eating her pussy, and she loved having him feed there. She ached to discover what it was like to climax, to come.
Though nothing but low, guttural moans continually escaped from between the lips of the helpless housewife, Zip was fully aware by now, with the sure and certain instincts of a youth who had learned too much too soon, that today's goal was in sight. He was going to win what he had set out to do. The beautiful woman he had thought beyond reach when he had confessed his passion for her was now groaning like a madwoman, her softly fleshed breasts and bouncing buttocks moving uncontrollably as he continued feverishly sucking at her vagina, driving his tongue deep into her wetly pulsating vaginal depths, drinking her colorless flow and savoring the tanginess of it.
The handsome boy gripped the soft, white flesh of her rounded asscheeks, holding her wriggling hips in place with one hand, while his other hand reached down and grasped his huge, blood-bloated phallus and began pumping it a little. Gee! It was longer and thicker than he had ever remembered. It really felt huge. For a brief instant he thought about fucking his Aunt Helen, but he knew in the long run that would louse him up with her. He had to leave her with only happy memories, and no regrets. Better stick to the plan he had formulated for the moment. Hell! He'd better take his hand off his own cock. If he shot a wad all over her living room, her husband would be bound to be more than a little suspicious.
With renewed excitement, Zip pressed his ovaled lips all the more greedily against the center of her feminine doughnut-hole, greedily sucking all the harder on the wetly pulsing flesh of her steaming vaginal slit, his saliva mingling with her feminine oozings. He sucked like a leech, making her shudder with greater excitement.
"Aaaaaa iiii yyyyyy aaaaa ggggg hhhhh!" the beautiful naked wife shouted as she found her mind totally blank to everything other than the wonderful rapture blowing through her body like an uncontrolled cyclone. Her vaginal lips flared wide open for the first time in their life, doing so willingly instead of trying to contract, and the quivering inner walls of her slithery cunt tried clinging desperately at the man's obscenely burrowing tongue, trying hard to pull it even further into her heatedly contracting cuntal funnel.
With a throbbing sigh of animal whispering, the lovely blonde wrapped her legs tightly around Zip's bobbing head, wailing rapturously as peak after peak of sexual passion was approached. Each time she was on the verge of her initial orgasm, she suddenly found herself rising a little higher as the boy's tongue continued surging through the oiliness of her widespread vagina. The intensity of sensation was entirely new to her, for she was being transported to sexual realms she had never previously known to exist. Somehow her strange, seemingly fated encounter with this beautiful boy whom she had seen grow up in the house behind hers had started in motion a series of feelings about which other women talked, but feelings she, herself, had never had the opportunity to enjoy. The passion she was feeling was new, out-of-control, and as a result, free as a high-flying bird, lifting her sensually out of her conscious control. Higher, higher, higher, and then the blonde woman exploded with movement until she found herself bobbing helplessly, rampantly on a stormy sea of rapture like a helpless buoy as she continued grinding her wetly upturned vaginal opening into the young teenager's sucking mouth, splashing his face with heavy oozings of oil seeping from her vaginal interior.
"AAAAA IIIIII EEEEE YYYYY AAAAA GGGG UUUUUU NNNNN GGGGG HHHH AAAAA GGGG HHHH UUUUUU NNnnn gggGGG HHHHH AAAAA UUUUU WWWWWW AAARRRGGG HH-HHH UUNNNGGGHHH!" she shrieked out in ecstasy.
One searing flash of light after another seemed to burst behind her tightly closed eyes, and Helen finally discovered what it was like to have an orgasm-a wonderfully marvelous, overpowering orgasm. Her body was consumed with cascading delight, and she felt as if all the climaxes she had missed over the past fifteen years had concentrated themselves into this one.
When it was over, she begged the boy to let him do something for him, but he kissed her, said, "No, Aunt Helen, I love you too much to shame you." They dressed, he left, and Helen was still in heaven.