Chapter 6

The next morning I wasn't much in the mood for school, so I didn't go. Instead, I took a bus up to the Botanical Gardens and strolled for awhile. It was quite a pleasant day, very peaceful and very calm. The flowers and trees were just beginning to bloom, and the sweet smell of cut grass filled the air. I felt refreshed, invigorated, as I watched fluffy clouds roll across the clear blue sky. I bought a bag of peanuts from a vendor, and then I seated myself in a shady spot, underneath a large oak tree.

"Hi there," someone suddenly called, interrupting my dreamy thoughts.

I turned around and saw a rather attractive woman, who looked like she was in her early thirties, standing in front of me. Her silky brown hair was cut short, falling in neat ringlets across her ears and down the sides of her face. She was wearing a purple skirt and leotards, and a soft black sweater through which I could see the cone shaped outline of her rather ample bosom. She was well built, with all the right curves in the right places. She was holding a sketchpad in one hand, and a box of charcoal drawing sticks in the other.

"Hi there," she said. "My name is Helen. What's yours?"

"Bobby."

"Do you mind if I do your portrait, Bobby? I'm an artist, and you have a terribly interesting face."

Without waiting for me to reply, she sat down beside me and started to work. There was something about her that thrilled me straight to the marrow. Of course, I was attracted to her sexually. She was a shapely woman, very sweet and very desirable. But my feeling for her were more than physical. I felt a great sympathy for her. She had a forlorn look in her eyes, a faraway look that was very sad. I wanted to reach out for her and touch her. I wanted to hold her, comfort her, make her feel better. Suddenly, without even knowing what I was doing, I bent over and kissed her lightly on her cheeks.

"Hey, you shouldn't do that!"

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because you hardly know me."

"What difference does that make? Can you think of a better way to get acquainted?"

"I guess not," she laughed, kissing me back. After she finished doing my portrait, which was remarkably good, the two of us talked for awhile. She told me that she had recently been divorced and that she received a rather large alimony from her husband, permitting her to live a life of leisure. She was studying art at the New School, and she hoped to exhibit one day at a Manhattan gallery.

"That's one of the reasons that I divorced my husband," she explained. "He thought that the only place for a woman was in the kitchen, and of course in bed. He was a terrible chauvinist, a pig if you know what I mean."

"Oh..."

"He never could see that I was a very talented person," continued Helene. "He used to tell'me that the only talent I had was between my legs. I hope that I'm not getting too frank for you."

"Oh no..."

"Well, my husband Gerald treated me just as though I was a sex object. At first I felt a bit flattered. It made me feel good to know that I pleased him. But he was so demanding, so terribly dominating that I felt smothered. A woman is a person, too, not just a hole to be fucked."

"I quite agree."

Helene looked into my eyes in a peculiar way, a wicked smile flashing from her teeth. I felt somewhat excited by her glance, by her stare, by soft, sexual tone of her voice. My blood pressure began to rise slowly, then faster, till my heart was racing at breakneck speed. I felt like a boy on a first date, very anxious, very nervous.

"Shall I tell you about my life with Gerald?" asked Helene suddenly. "He was the biggest bastard that I ever met. I suppose that's why I fell in love with him. I'm a masochist at heart; I like to be hurt, to be manhandled, to be beaten. Gerald was good at that. He knew how to accommodate me. He knew just what I liked, and just the way I liked it. There was a silent understanding that the two of us had, an unspoken agreement. We both knew what our roles would be, right from the beginning."

"Oh... What do you mean?"

"Well, I shouldn't be telling you this. After all, you're practically a stranger. But you do have a sympathetic face, and I've been longing to get this whole mess off my chest, to talk to someone about it. Shall I tell you about the intimate details of my sex life with Gerald."

"Yes, of course."

"Well," began Helene. "I met him when I was eighteen, at the Univesrsity. He was handsome, strong, energetic-the kind of person most-likely to succeed. He had a granite face, and thin, sadistic lips. I suppose that it was his lips that attracted me. I used to get wet in the panties, just looking at them. I don't know why I reacted in that manner. I found that I simply couldn't control myself. Do you know what that pig used to make me do, when we were dating, before we got married?"

"What?"

"He used to make me get down on my knees and kiss his feet." explained Helene. "Yes, it's true. He used to make me get down on my knees and beg him to come to bed with me. Would you believe that? I mean, I was a rather popular girl, and there were dozens of guys who would have given practically anything to go out with me. I mean, I am a very attractive woman, very pretty. As a coed, I was ravishing. The boys were knocking on my door, just begging for a date."

"So why did you pick Gerald?"

"Because I needed someone to submit to," continued Helene. "I wanted someone to dominate me. I got my kicks that way. Once I even let Gerald urinate on me."

"What?"

"I never told this to anyone," sighed Helene. "But it's the honest truth. The two of us were in a motel room, completely naked. Gerald was sitting on the bed, with his big cock hanging down. I was on my knees, kissing his feet. Suddenly I had this tremendous urge. I wanted him to piss on me."

"But why?"

"I can't explain it. I guess that most people can't explain their sexual cravings. I guess that they're very deep rooted, completely out of the area of rational thought. I had this great desire to be degraded, to be abused. I wanted to be punished, made to feel cheap. Gerald was just the man to do it to me. Although he was a stud, a real go-getter, he basically hated women. The two of us made quite a fine pair, together."

"How long were you married?"

"Nine years," said Helene. "He used to make me suck his cock, and kiss his ass and feet all the time. He used to beat me regularly, brutally. It's funny, but I used to enjoy the whippings. I used to beg him to continue, after he got exhausted. They thrilled me right down to the marrow. They excited me."

"Oh?"

"Yes," continued Helene. "Sometimes he would tie me to the posts of the bed, completely naked. He would call me all sorts of filthy names, vile and disgusting names. He would call me a whore, a cunt, a bitch-everything that you could think of. Then he would take the leather whip and bring it down across my belly. He would hit me on my cunt, especially on the exposed slit, on the enflamed gash. I liked it best when he did it to me there. It made me passionate, hot, aroused. The more he hit me, the hotter I got, till I would almost come, till I almost had reached the point of climax. That's when he would stop the whipping, and climb on top of me and stick his big cock right inside of me. Afterwards, he would beat me again, sometimes with the whip, sometimes with a bamboo stick. I liked it kind of."

"He sounds like an orge."

"Yes, I suppose so," nodded Helene. "But part of it was my fault, I asked for that kind of treatment when I married him. Anyway, I was finally able to straighten myself out and leave him. Sometimes though, I get lonely. It's hard to sleep alone at night."

"Oh?"

Helene looked at me in a wicked manner, her eyes fixed at the crotch of my pants, where a bulge had formed. She licked her lips wickedly, then she reached out with her hands and placed them right against the hard protrusion. She began to rub it, till I felt a wild thrill shoot through my body, tearing at me till I was almost ready to faint.

"Hey?" she suddenly asked. "Would you like to fuck me?"

"No... I mean yes. Sure, I would like to, that is if you don't mind."

"I don't mind," said Helene. "I don't mind at all."

She lived in a fashionable brownstone, near Brighton Beach. The rooms were large and spacious, very brightly colored. The furniture was modern, and the walls were covered with very attractive paintings, the fruits of Helene's labors. She showed me the place first, and then she served a large, very tasty lunch consisting of a salad, leftover turkey and ham, cold macaroni, and a bottle of wine.

After tea, she led me into her bedroom, and made me sit on the oval shaped bed. Her manners were cool, and very calculating. I could tell that she was planning for this moment from the beginning, from the first moment that she had seen me. Her hands lunged for my zipper, for my large erection. Soon she was holding it, pressing it and squeezing it softly. She bent over and kissed it on the nose, flicking her tongue against its veined surface.

"It's a nice sized tool," she laughed. "I can see that you have nothing to be ashamed of. I'll bet it's seven or eight inches long. You must really drive those little girls in high school wild."

Suddenly I thought of Stephanie, wondering what she would say if she could see me now? Would she be angry or jealous? It really didn't matter to me at the moment. Nothing seemed to matter, except Helene. She was holding my manhood, playing with it. Soon, we would be naked. After that, I would be in heaven.

"Hey, you feel like you're going to come right inside of my hand," she laughed. "You'd better calm down or something, or we're in for a little mess. Your cock is as hard as fire, and I can feel it throbbing. Gee, I'll bet that you're just about ready to climax."

"Almost!" I exclaimed, pulling her down on the bed next to me. My hands shot up to her breasts. I grabbed them eagerly, fondling and caressing them. She moaned softly, spreading her legs wide apart, like a clam. I immediately reached down to her knees, and started to work my way underneath her skirt. I could feel the warmth of her inner thighs through the leotards that she was wearing. I lodged my palm right up against her hot little nest. I could feel the lips of her cunt sliding back and forth, through her panties and tights. The smell of her pussy filled the air with a sweet, sexual aroma that nearly drove me out of my head.

"Do you like it?" she asked, closing her legs around my groping hand. "Do you like the way my muff feels?"

"Sure I do. Who wouldn't?"

As I spoke, I was fumbling with her clothes, trying desperately to undress her. I rolled up her black sweater, over her neck, and then, I reached behind her, to the hooks of her brassiere. When I took it off, I was amazed by the sight of her naked young breasts. They were perfectly round, perfectly smooth, without the slightest imperfection or blemish. Her nipples were hard and perky, surrounded by a circle of brown areolas.

"Beautiful," I mumbled, staring at her naked breasts the way one would stare at a shrine. I wanted to get down and worship them, adore them. I wanted to kiss them and suck on them. I wanted to lose myself in their splendor, and yet I dared not to reach out or touch them for fear of disturbing their dignified repose.

"They're beautiful," I cried once again. "You've got the most wonderful pair that I've ever seen."

"Then what are you waiting for?" she asked.

"Why don't you kiss them and show me how much you like them?"

I opened my mouth, like a fish, and I fell upon her yielding bosom. I sucked her nipples with my lips and bit them with my teeth. I was careful to apply just the right amount of pressure, just the right amount of friction. I licked them with my tongue, covering them with hot, sticky saliva.

"Oh shit!" she cried restlessly, as I reached for the zipper of her skirt. She made no effort to resist, as I pulled it down. Then I rolled off her leotards and her fragrant panties, which were stained at the reinforced crotch with sticky, feminine juices. I picked it up, and held it to my nose and began to sniff.

"What are you doing?" she asked, staring at me.

"Can't you see what I'm doing?" I replied. Tm getting a good whiff of your panties. I like the way they smell."

"Do you now?" she laughed. "I remember a very strange thing that happened to me a couple of years ago, while I was bicycle riding in the park. A bunch of young boys, in their early teens, were following me. When I parked my bike, to sit down, they swarmed around it like a bunch of bees and started to smell the seat."

"Really?"

"Yes, it was simply uncanny," continued Helene. "They were sniffing away at the seat, the way dogs would sniff at a hydrant. I guess it turned them on. Later, one of the boys came over to me, and before I knew it, he had his hand right on top of my tit."

"So what happened?"

"I chased him away, together with his friends.

But I've never been able to get over it. I guess that they got some sort of vicarious thrill, sniffing my bicycle seat."

"Yeah," I laughed. "Young boys are like that?"

"Were you like that?" she asked. "Did you go around doing naughty things like that?"

"Sometimes," I replied. "I used to get a real thrill, looking underneath my teacher's dresses. I remember one teacher, whose name was Miss Johnson, who never wore anything underneath. She had the most adorable little cunt in the whole place. If I was older, I probably would have tried to fuck her. I heard that she had quite a reputation around the school for being a woman of easy virtue."

"All women are," cooed Helene. "I guess that the sexual urge is just one of those things that simply cannot be controlled."

As she spoke, I leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth. Then I let my lips explore the luxurious fruits of her sweet, feminine body. I rolled them onto her breasts, across her stomach and belly, down to her mound of Venus, past the tangle of pubic fur that grew underneath, till I reached the hot, wet gash of her cunt.

"O-o-o-o-oh...." she shivered. "That feels nice."

I pressed my nose right up against the fragrant orifice, and I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with her sexual vapors. My eyes, suddenly began to swim in my head, as I trembled with overwhelming desire. Never, in my entire life, had I smelled a sweeter, more pleasant perfume. My heart was racing quickly, as I cried with delight

"Go on, kiss me," she purred. "Kiss my pussy."

She didn't have to tell me twice, because I was more than eager to do just that. I pressed my lips against the mouth of her gushing hot cunt, and kissed it with all my might, with all my heart and soul. Then, slowly, I worked my tongue into the throbbing orifice. I played a cat and mouse game with her, jumping back and forth with my long tongue.

"Oh Bobby," she cried. "You sure know how to eat a girl. My pussy is all hot just for you."

I continued to work on the exposed crack for several more minutes, rubbing it, licking it, kissing and sucking on it. She was as wet as she would ever be, her temperature had risen to a feverish pitch, and I think that she was nearly ready to explode.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked, when I pulled my mouth away from between her legs.

"I'm going to fuck you," I replied, unbuckling my belt, and getting undressed.

"Are you going to put your machine inside of my cunt?"

"Yes... I'm sure that you'll enjoy it."

"No," she replied, shaking her head. "I don't think that you ought to."

"Why not?"

"Cause it scares me," explained Helene. "Your cock looks too big for me. I'm afraid that it might tear me apart, if I let you put it into my cunt. I have a better idea."

"What?"

"Do it to me in the ass."

"In the ass?"

"Sure," whispered Helene. "Haven't you ever done it to a girl that way?"

"Not really."

"Well, then it's time for you to start. It can be lots of fun. Gerald used to fuck me in the ass plenty of times. I've sort of developed a craving for it. I have a nice little ass, don't I?"

"Sure you do," I laughed. "You've got the sweetest little ass that I've ever seen."

As I spoke, Helene suddenly got up, and assumed a doggie position, with her tail staring me in the face. Her buttocks were mouth watering, simply delicious. Suddenly, as if drawn by a magnet, I nuzzled my face to the crack of her sweet ass. I started to lick the hot slit with my tongue, kissing her loins and thighs, and the soft mounds of her creamy white rump.

"Have you ever licked a girl's ass?" she asked.

"No," I confessed. "The experience is quite new."

"Don't be afraid," she laughed. "You'll get used to it. After I'm finished with you, you'll get used to plenty of things."

I didn't know exactly what Helene meant by that, and I didn't really care very much. All I wanted to do was get my rocks off. I felt wild and excited all over. Every cell in my body quivered with sexual rage. I could hardly stand still, as I anticipated the coming pleasure.

"Go on, kiss my ass, Bobby," shouted Helene. "Come on, I like it when you put your tongue inside the crack. I want you to lick me all the way around to my sweet cunt. Please,, don't make me wait. I feel like I'm going to melt, if I have wait another second."

Helene was shaking her round, moon shaped bottom on my direction. I jumped at the hot crack with a wild, uncontrollable frenzy. I licked the fragrant ravine with my tongue, and I bit the surrounding mountains with my teeth. After several moments, I lost my reluctance as I eagerly worked my way between her legs, to the folds of her labia. I craned my neck and I reached up for her clitoris, and sucked on it for several moments, till she was hopping like a bunny. Then I reached back, after pulling my tongue out of her vagina, and I kissed her warm, fragrant ass-hole.

"Now," she cried. "Put your cock inside of me, now!"

"Sure, honey," I replied, pulling my face away. I reached out with my hands and grabbed the soft, mushy cheeks of her behind and squeezed them tenderly. Then I mounted her doggie style, pressing my chest to her back, leaning my head across her shoulders. I reached down with my fingers, to her anal orifice, and I stretched it open. I took a little goo from her cunt and I rubbed it inside, so that she would be well lubricated. She was a little tight, but if I played my cards right, there would be no trouble getting it into her.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked eagerly, shaking her hips and her buttocks, shivering ever so slightly. I reached underneath, cupping my hands around her breasts, as I braced myself for the attack.

"Oh Bobby," she cried. "Fuck me now! Please put that cock of yours into my ass. I want to feel it shooting off inside of me: Please, let me feel it!"

"You cunt," I laughed, as I rammed my cock into her backside. The friction was absolutely delightful, as the hot machine climbed up her ass, to the very top. She was moaning like a bitch in heat, digging her fingernails into the mattress. I could see that she was experiencing intense pleasure.

"Harder," she cried. "Stick it to me harder, rougher. Make it hurt, Bobby. Please make it hurt."

I couldn't hear a word she was saying, as I probed her hot, eager body with my enormous tool. I kept rubbing it back and forth, in and out, until the friction nearly drove me out of my fucking mind. I saw red in front of my eyes. My head was spinning, and my heart was palpitating rapidly. I could feel my blood pressure rising, as the moment of climax drew near.

"Oh shit," I cried, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Suddenly, uncontrollably, the hot seed exploded. The creamy lava shot out of the tip of my cock, deep into her anal cavity. She started to wiggle and shake, as she yanked at me with all of her might. It seemed as though she was trying to swallow me into her ass, as she bucked like a wild mare. I held onto her breasts, biting my lips as the storm continued for what seemed to be an eternity.

"Oh shit!" I cried, as the last drop of cream barrelled out of my shaft, taking with it the last ounce of energy that remained in my body. Finally I was exhausted, I pulled my phallus out of Helene's backside and I plodded down on the bed. She took her ass and pressed it to my face and made me kiss it. Then she got down, beside me, a broad smile on her face.

"I liked that," she said. "How about you?"

"It was okay," I replied. "I've got to try it again. It was lots of fun."

Helene nuzzled her face right up against my chest, kissing me in a gentle, loving manner. She reached down, with her right hand, and she grabbed my semi-soft penis and started to stroke it with her thumb, pushing back the heavy foreskin. She played with it the way a child would play with a toy, laughing and giggling stupidly.

"Did you know that fucking someone in the ass is called sodomy?" she asked suddenly.

"Oh...."

"Sodomy is against the law in some states," she whispered. "If I didn't enjoy it so much, I would report you to the police, you cad."

She reached down and scooped up my egg shaped testicles, squeezing them gently. She bent over and she kissed each of them with her lips.

"Do you know something, Bobby," she said. "I think that the two of us are going to be very good friends from now on. I want you to come and visit me very often. In fact, if you want, you can move right in with me. There's plenty of room here, and I'll take real good care of you."

"Will you now?"

"Sure I will," she laughed. "I'll treat you just like you were my own son, only better. You can come to bed with me every night and keep me warm. How does that sound?"

"It sounds splendid," I replied.

"Good, when are you moving in?" she asked. "I really mean it. I want you to come and live with me.

"I'll see," I said, closing my eyes. Helene plopped her head in my shoulders, snuggling close to me. I could feel the warmth of her flesh burn into my body. I felt very comfortable, very peaceful.

"Sure," I said, "Maybe the best thing would be if I left home? The more I think about it, the better the idea sounds to me."