Chapter 8
Helene and I spent a wonderful summer together, going to the movies, the theatre, the park. We ate at the finest restaurants in the city, ordering the most expensive dishes. Money seemed to be no object, as far as she was concerned. She had lots of it to spend, and she was quite willing to spend it all on me, which made me quite happy.
Soon after I came to live with her, she had me go down to an exclusive Madison Avenue tailor and order a complete new wardrobe, custom made. She bought me new shirts, ties, jackets, slacks, socks, shoes, even underwear.
"Oh Bobby," she would say. "You look terribly handsome, terribly distinguished."
To be quite honest, I felt more grown up than I had ever felt before. She and I went everywhere together, and we spent almost every moment in each others company, which I didn't mind at all. At night, Helene also took quite good care of me, always ready for a good, long fuck.
That whole business about her being frigid, and being terrified of the male phallus turned out to be a lot of bunk. She had just been teasing with me, playing games with me.
"I wanted to see how you would react," she laughed. "Anyways, I think that it's in poor taste to fuck anyone the first time around. That's why I made you do it to me in the ass, that day when we met in the park. But from now on, things are going to be different. Whenever you want a shot at my juicy wet pussy, all you've got to do is whistle."
Well, I found myself whistling almost every day, and twice on Sundays. I never seemed to get enough of that big, wide crack between her legs. I would dream about it, think about it all the time. My cock always seemed to be hard when the two of us were together. It was uncanny the way she would turn me on with just a look, a smile, a soft purr.
"Oh Bobby, I can see you want to hump me again," she would laugh. "If you don't watch yourself, you'll burn yourself out. Too much sex is dangerous for the heart, I'm told."
"But what a way to go?" I would reply, pulling her onto the bed, ripping away her clothes, slipping my hands between her shapely legs, between her creamy white thighs. She would melt, like a lump of butter on a hot summer day, whenever I reached all the way up, to the slope of her swollen love mound. Just a touch, a feel, a rub was enough to have shaking like a malted machine, like a wet bitch in heat.
"Oh Bobby," she would cry, as I plowed my rod into her. "Oh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby."
She would repeat my name again and again, in the same way that my mother used to, the same way that Janice and Stephanie were fond of doing. Helene would hold me firmly with her thighs, with the muscles of her cunt, never letting me go for a single moment, for a single second. With my tool buried inside of her fluffy muff, she was transformed into a raging volcano, into an uncontrollable tornado.
"Oh Bobby, Bobby, Bobby," she would moan, as I fucked the living daylights out of her, as I sent wild sparks of heat up her cunt, as I filled her hole with my big, fat cock. She would rip away at it, chew on it till there was nothing left, till she had milked the life out of me. Then, just as soon as I had recovered, just as soon as my vitality had returned to my organ, she was ready for more, she was ready for another quick fuck.
"Oh Bobby," she would say to me. "You and I are going to make quite a good team. You like to fuck, and I like to get fucked. I've never been happier with anyone before in my whole life. You may be young, but you've got that certain, unexplainable something that just drives all the girls wild. I'll bet that you really drove those little hot assed, high school coed's right up the wall."
"Yeah, I did my share," I would laugh, thinking about some of the girlfriends that I had had. I found, as the days went by, that my thoughts started to wander to that old flame of mine, Stephanie. I began to think more and more about her, and soon I found myself haunted by her memory. Maybe it was love? Maybe it was something else? I can't quite explain my deep longing for her, my craving for her sweet young body. It was just one of those things for which there is no satisfactory explanation.
Finally, one day I couldn't stand it any longer, so I called her up on the phone. I half expected that she would hang up on me, but to my surprise, she admitted that she missed me terribly, that she had been feeling miserable since I had broken off my relationship with her.
"Hey Bobby, I heard you left home."
"Yeah, how do you know?"
"I called your house," she whispered. "Your mother was heartbroken. So am I."
"Well, I had to leave. You understand the situation, don't you. I couldn't stay there any longer."
"Yeah, I understand," she said. "But why didn't you stay in touch with me? Where are you?"
The two of us spoke for almost an hour and a half, and I told her everything, about Helene, about myself, about my future plans. Stephanie was genuinely interested, and she expressed a great desire to see me as soon as possible.
"Can't you come over to my house?" she asked. "My mother is away on vacation till the end of August, and I have the place all to myself. Gee, it would be nice to see you again. You can't imagine how much I've missed you. At night I dream about you all the time."
"Do you now?" I snickered.
"I've missed the way that you used to touch me," she confessed. "I've missed that big prick of yours, and that sweet way that you used to slip it into me. Please, Bobby, come over and visit me. I'm sure that Helene won't mind."
"She's very possessive."
"Well, then you can sneak away, can't you?"
"I'll see," I said, before hanging up.
For the next few days, I kept thinking of Stephanie, all warm and cuddly, waiting in bed just for me, dreaming about a big cock. How could I refuse to see her, when she needed me so much? And besides, I was growing a little weary of Helene, of that sweet, wet muff of hers. I mean, fucking the same woman, night after night, can be very tedious after awhile. A guy-likes to have a little variety, to spice up the soup, and Stephanie was just what the doctor ordered.
So one day, I told Helene that I was going for a walk, and instead took the subway over to Stephanie's house. She was pleasantly surprised to see me, wearing a pair of tight fitting Wrangler's, and a revealing pistachio colored blouse. I could see her breasts jiggling underneath, shaking as she rushed into my arms.
"Oh Bobby, I can't believe that you're here," she cried when she saw me.
"It's me all right."
There was no time for long conversation. It seemed that there was no time for anything, except the wild ecstasy of sexual pleasure. Stephanie took my hand, pulling it down to her crotch, to that rumpled area between the legs of her jeans.
"Touch me! Feel me!" she purred, quivering all over. I started to stroke her muff through the rough material of her jeans. I couldn't really feel anything, but the thought of what was waiting for me after I got her undressed was practically enough to send me climbing up the wall. I reached behind her, to her buttocks, and squeezed them softly. Yes, she was the same hot assed girl that I had known all along, the same sweet bitch that I used to have so much pleasant sex with after school.
"Now," she cried. "Let's not wait."
Before I knew it, she dropped her trousers, and was standing in front of me, wearing only a pair of see through, bikini panties, through which was visible the black, curly locks that sprouted underneath her belly like a burning bush of passion.
"Beautiful," I exclaimed, as I stared at her wet muff, as I examined her wild, female sexuality. She was young, eager, excited. I could see that she hadn't been getting any good loving in quite awhile. I could see that she was horny, aroused by a wild, uncontrollable yearning-a woman's longing.
"Oh Bobby, did you miss me the way I missed you."
"More."
"You sweet liar," she cried, as she dropped her panties, and unbuttoned her blouse. She ran up to me, and reached down for my fly, ripping it open, sticking her soft hands inside, grabbing hold of my firm erection. When she made contact, she suddenly started to breathe hard, to pant, to moan. She got down on her knees and she kissed it, the way someone would kiss an old friend, the way someone would embrace a long lost relative.
"Hey, you really are hot," I laughed.
"Sure. Come and do it to me, Bobby. Don't make me wait any longer."
Her eagerness, stirred me with a new found potency, with a flaming zest. I picked her up, pushing her up against the wall. I dropped my trousers, and shorts, and I let my big, fat cock rub smoothly against her belly.
"Are you going to do it to me standing up?" she asked.
"Sure, why not?" I whispered, sticking my tongue into her ear.
I suddenly remembered something that had happened to me when I was younger, when I was thirteen years old. There was this girl that I had known whose name was Sally, who was two years older than me, fifteen. She and I had been very close friends. One afternoon, in late summer, she had taken me into the hall of an old apartment house. We went down, behind the stairs, where no one would see us. She pulled up her skirt, and dropped her bloomers. I pulled out my cock and showed it to her. After long hot kissing, and feeling, I fucked her good, sticking it right up her cunt while she was standing with her back to the wall. Wow, it sure was a pleasant experience, and the memory of it send cold chills up and down my back. As I looked into Stephanie's eyes, I suddenly remembered how nervous I had been with Sally, how afraid I had been that someone would see us, catch us. Now, for some strange reason, I experienced the same, queasy sensation.
"What's the matter, Bobby?" asked Stephanie, her voice clear as crystal, rousing me from my daydream memory.
"Nothing."
"Are you sure?" she asked again.
"Sure I am," I replied wistfully, circling my arms around her small waist, reaching down to her soft rump, to her milky white buttocks. I squeezed them tenderly, rubbing them with my hands, kneading them with my fingers. Then I went further down, traveling along the rim of her crack, down to that sweetness that waited between her legs.
"Touch me there," she cried. "Feel me, Bobby, Please!"
Slowly, carefully, my palm came toward her cunt, till it was resting neatly against the fluffy, watery hole. I played with her the way I knew that she would enjoy it. I tickled the raw, red slit with my middle finger, the big one, and then I reached inside of the juicy box. I could feel her body churning like a cauldron beneath my touch. Foreplay would be unnecessary with her. If I tried to get her any hotter than she was at that moment, she would die of heat exhaustion.
"Now!" she screamed, at the top of her lungs, as I worked my knees between her thighs. She spread open, her legs bent like spider, her back arched, her cunt aiming in my direction. I held onto her tightly, pushing her head against the wall as I took the lunge with my spear. Everything worked out perfectly, smoothly, easily. I pressed my cock up against the juicy love mound that was wide open, waiting anxiously. I worked the swollen head of my organ, between the drape-like folds of her slippery labial lips, thrusting with my pelvis till I was deep inside of her hole, inside of her nest. I wiggled back and forth, till I was firmly imbedded inside of her. Then, with a pat on the back of her head, I motioned for her to straighten out, and close her legs. Soon we were locked, handcuffed together, holding onto one another with fierce determination.
"I love you," I suddenly cried, not knowing why. "I love you Stephanie. You're the best girl that I've ever been with. Your cunt is so soft, so warm so wet. It thrills me right down to the marrow."
"I love you too," she whispered. "You're the only boy that I could ever love. That big cock of yours drives me right out of my mind. When you stick it to me, I go crazy, simply berserk."
Stephanie purred like a kitten, as she pulled at my giant tool with the lips of her vagina. I could feel her pelvis grinding me up, ripping my meat, my manhood. I closed my eyes, lost in my own private world of lust. I found myself thinking about the girls that I had fucked before, about Sally, about Janice, about a blonde named Trudy, about a brunette named Evelyn. I felt somewhat like a dying man, watching his life flash before him for the last time.
I suddenly started to think about my mother, about Helene and a cold sweat covered my body. They both frightened me, scared the hell right out of me. I could see them, in my mind's eye, chasing me down a dark alley. Just thinking about them almost made me lose my erection. Then, when I opened my eyes, and saw Stephanie, I felt better. The sound of her voice, the touch of her velvety smooth cunt was enough to drive the hobgoblins away. Suddenly, without warning, I ejaculated, shooting my load deep into her cunt. She cried softly, convulsing, shaking and trembling like a thin reed. When it was over, there was a broad, happy smile on her face.
"Gee, that's just what I needed," she said. "Till you came along to rescue me, I was just a sex-starved teen-aged girl, which is the worst thing in the world to be. You can't imagine how badly I wanted to get fucked."
"Oh..."
"You know the old saying," laughed Stephanie. "A cock a day, keeps the doctor away. It's very true. Girl's get very horny when they don't indulge. At least that's true as far as I'm concerned. I wasn't meant to lead the celibate life. I need to lead a very active sex life in order to stay happy."
"Oh?"
"Yes," whispered Stephanie. "After you left without a word, I should have found myself another boyfriend, a substitute. I should have dropped you like a cold potato. I guess that I was a fool just to wait for you to call me up. Do you know why I waited?"
"Why?"
"Because I love you," explained Stephanie. "I guess there's no accounting for taste. There are plenty of boys I know who want to go out with me. But none of them really measure up. None of them seem to be right for me. So I just sat here and played with myself, waiting for your phone call. I'm glad that you finally got around to it."
"Well, I missed you too," I said. "Helene keeps me pretty busy. She's a horny bitch. It seems like I'm in bed with her all the time, screwing her and screwing her and screwing her again. Sometimes I get scared."
"Of what?"
"Of her," I replied. "She's a nice woman, but she treats me like an object, like a toy to satisfy her own sexual needs."
"Maybe you ought to leave her?" suggested Stephanie.
"I've been thinking of it," I said. "I've been thinking that I have to get away somewhere and find myself. Maybe I ought to join the army? They say that a guy can find himself in the army."
"Oh?"
"I feel that I've got to do something. I can't just live with Helene for the rest of my life. Sometimes I feel like I'm still living with my mother. I've got to get out of that bag."
"Maybe?" sighed Stephanie. The two of us were sitting on the floor, with her legs spread wide apart. I could see the curly black locks of her muff, flaring up toward her belly in a most delightful manner. Further down, between her thighs, lay hidden the treasure of her sexuality, the warmth of her femininity. I suddenly reached out to touch it, to feel the slippery lips that covered the gash.
"That tickles," she laughed.
I put my finger inside, exploring the cavern in a very casual manner, in a disinterested manner. Stephanie began to smile, the way women do when they're happy, when they're excited. She bent over and kissed me on the nose, then on my forehead, running her fingers through my hair.
"It feels good when you finger me," she said. "I suddenly throb all over."
"Let's do it again," I suddenly said.
"You're in the mood so soon? It's only been ten or fifteen minutes since we've finished."
"Well, I'm ready," I said, bursting with energy. Usually it takes me at least forty five minutes, to an hour before I can get my cock hard the second time around. But now, sitting on the floor with Stephanie, I could feel a newly found vitality fill my body, my muscles. I reached out and grabbed her around the waist.
"Oh Bobby, are you going to fuck me again?"
"Yes... Don't you want me to?"
"Tell me that you love me first."
"Sure I do," I said. "Of course I love you."
When Stephanie heard the words, her heart melted. I could have done anything that I wanted with her at that moment. It was as though the words had a strange, hypnotic effect on her. She seemed to be in a daze, lost in her own private world of sensuality, sexuality.
"Oh Bobby, take me," she cried. "Please don't let me wait another moment."
"Sure," I laughed, strong and fully erect. I lunged at her, like a lion on a deer, dragging her down to the floor, falling on top of her yielding body with a wild fury. My hands pawed over her soft flesh, across her breasts and nipples. Soon I was inside of her again, buried deep in her murky wet pussy. My cock was sliding in her pond, climbing up her cunt like a missile. I felt the vigorous friction of her insides, the wild pressures of her quaking body pulling against my organ. I closed my eyes and sucked in a mouthful of air.
"I'm coming," I cried. "I'm coming."
When it was all over, Stephanie and I went into the bathroom, where we showered. I stayed with her all afternoon, getting into her muff two more times. Before I left, I promised that I would come and see her again, often.
"Don't forget," she said.
"No, I won't," I promised. Then, like the wind, I was gone.