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Chapter 48 - Dutch and Helen, Continued.

"Oh, hey," Dutch said as he continued to regale Helen with some of
the women he was currently active with. "I almost forgot Cynthia, she
works in my wife's office, we did her together and I guess Rosa hits
on her from time to time, and you, of course," he smiled at her,
"the lovely horny Helen."
Dutch smiled at her and she smiled back.
"All those women," Helen said and sighed, "and still hard . . .
well maybe not at the moment, but . . ."
"That's true, looking at you and your loveliness will get me going
every time."
"I think I've said this before, but I like the way you look at
me," she told him. You have this knack of making me hot and keeping
me that way long after we're finished."
"That's interesting," he told her and meant it. "Want to help
me recover?"
"Certainly," she answered with a lewd grin. "Shall I go down on
you again?"
"I'd rather see you masturbate for me."
"Umm, kind of embarrassing, you know?"
"You said that the last time. Pretend I'm not here, that you're
all alone. Say . . . at a private swimming pool or something."
Helen adjusted her body so that her legs were swinging over the side of
the bed.
"Turn some music on," she said. And he found a music channel on the
TV.
"Jazzy," she crooned more to herself than to him. "I like
jazzy," and started tapping her foot to the beat of the drummer.
"Let's see, I guess I should think of something naughty."
"Like my cock, for instance?" He laughed, but was thinking, 'last
time she got right into it, what's she up to?'
"Like your cock, yeah, or maybe someone else's," she smiled to
herself as her mind sought the proper image.

He never learned just what it was that got her started, but suddenly
she smirked and closed her eyes and slowly let herself fall backward
onto the mattress, her head resting on the pillow, her hands pinching
the edges.
In her mind's eye, a lifeguard from her seventeenth summer
materialized and leaned over to kiss her. The imaginary kiss seemed so
real that Helen actually felt her lips tingle as his lips pressed
against hers. And the tingle soared when his tongue entered her mouth.
Helen had had this daydream many times since that day she first set
eyes on her dream lover. After the masturbatory bliss had faded, she
often wondered what ever became of him and dreamed of those
possibilities too, although with far less satisfaction.
The tingle sparked again and shot through her nervous system to her
nipples and lower, drawing her attention to other parts of her body.
And still smirking, she spread her fingertips over her breasts and
began making light, circular motions with her hands. Her palms lightly
chaffed her nipples and she moaned softly.
"Now you're getting into it," Dutch said and felt himself
beginning to grow.
Helen's fingertips circled the tops of her breasts with her palms
occasionally brushing against the undersides. Her skin flushed with
color and a welcome tingling pleasure, most of which tended to end up
between her legs.
Her breathing shortened and she allowed her head to tilt back. She
moaned and unconsciously put a hand out to grasp the back of the
imaginary man's head. Then grabbed a nipple and rolled it lightly
between her thumb and forefinger, moaning her pleasure and moved to
insert a finger from the other hand into her hole.
Dutch resolved to have her bring a small clit vibrator to the next
meeting. 'See if she can squirt and if so how much.
Helen in the meantime was imagining her lifeguard kissing the center of
her throat, and her body tensed further and flexed in greeting the
imaginary lover.
 A second finger quickly joined the first, doubling the stimulation.
The fingers hooked a little and began rubbing firmly into the nerves on
the sides of her pussy walls while moving in and out. Her hips jerked
up and forward in response, causing her fingers to lose contact with
her clit momentarily. She quickly found her button again and abandoning
her nipple for the moment sent several fingers pumping into herself at
a faster pace.
Helen was now panting in exertion and flexing the muscles of her legs
constantly when Dutch began rubbing his erection over her stiffened
nipples.
Suddenly Helen stopped, pulled her fingers from herself and briefly
considered tasting herself, but blanched a bit and sat up instead.
"Did you come?" Dutch asked.
"Umm, yes, a little one, but very nice," she murmured. Her legs
were still wide apart and he could see her glistening cunt quite
clearly.
Dutch studied her. Both her cuntal lips and those of her mouth seemed
swollen. In fact, he thought that right them she resembled the actress
Angela Jolie, especially around the mouth.
He took her hand and drew the masturbating fingers into his mouth,
doing what she was unable to do.
"You have a very distinctive flavor," he told her.
She started at him, wondering if she should have tasted them and
decided she could do that later without a witness.
"Now I've told you about my women. Tell me about yours."
"What?" She asked in surprise, "What do you mean, my women?"
"Oh, c'mon, you've never had an intimate moment with another
woman? As gorgeous as you are, no one has ever hit on you, or tried to
seduce you, or in fact actually seduced you? Or for that matter have
you ever seduced a woman?"
"Umm," she licked her succulent lips and said, "Well, yes . . .
but I'd rather not talk about it."
"I'd rather you did," he mimicked her tone and words.
"Come on, Dutch, let it go!"
"No, I won't let it go. Now c'mon, out with it!"
"Oh, all right, but only if you touch me while I tell you," she
said with a childish pout.
"That seems reasonable enough," he replied and joined her on the
bed, letting his large hand drape over her left breast. His thumb
lightly flicked the turgid nipple and caused her to draw in her breath.
"It was during the Christmas holiday, I was just sixteen. I was
visiting my cousin Katrine. She lived on a farm in Oregon. I had only
recently been on my first date and had my first serious kiss, so I had
nothing with which to really compare what happened."
His hand was tracing a lazy circle around her belly-button and caused
Helen to shiver with delight.
"That's so nice. You can be so gentle at times and other times . .
."
"I'm a wild animal?"
"Yes . . . an animal."
"So this Katrine . . .?"
"One evening she caught me by surprise and kissed me. No tongue, but
her lips were so soft . . . soft and tender, completely different than
the one's I'd shared with . . . that's funny, I can see his face,
but can't recall his name."
Dutch thought Helen beautiful even when at a moment like this with a
frown on her face. 'It had character,' he told himself,
'character.'
"And," Helen continued, "She even kissed differently.
"I am going to get the entire story," he thought, and kissed her
other nipple.
"Oh!" Helen gasped, startled by the kiss. "Well it  . . .
Katrine's kiss wasn't as passionate as that one of yours, but
horrifyingly different."
"Horrifying?"
"Well, yes . . ." His finger was moving slowly downward between her
breasts and Helen was almost overcome with the sensations it was
leaving in its wake.
"Jesus . . . that feels good!" She moaned and reaching for his
rigid member, gave it a squeeze.
"I wanted to say something to her," Helen said after recovering her
senses, "like you know, can we really do this? But that didn't seem
appropriate, because we were alone in the house, so of course we could
do it."
"What resulted was that while I was trying to figure out what to do,
my cousin kissed me again and suddenly I didn't feel as if I had to ask
her if we could really do this anymore. I felt reassured somehow that
it was all right and a fast rising lust to explore further into these
dangerous, forbidden waters took hold of me."
"Katrine's hands ran over my chest. It was the first time anyone had
touched me there sexually. Then she unbuttoned my blouse and caressed
my skin which was already on fire. I felt my bra strap go slack and
then she was circling my areole and when I moaned as I must have for as
you know, my breasts are ultra sensitive, she turned to my nipples and
sucked them to hardness. I wanted to do the same for her, but didn't
and eventually we fell asleep in each other's arms. And that was as
far as we got. I was called home the following day after having made
plans to go on a picnic together, where I had intended to go much
further with my exploration. I never got that close with another woman.
And that's the truth," she said eyes glaring.
"You never saw her again?" Dutch asked gently.
"Oh, yes, I did, at my wedding. I might have gone to hers but I was
in Europe and, well Katrine's wedding was on rather short notice, if
you know what I mean?"
"I want to ask you a very personal question," he said looking
directly into her eyes.
"And what, may I ask was that last one?"
"Don't get all haughty with me," he said, "perhaps I phrased it
wrong."
"Oh, ask away," she said and then giggled. "You know my most
intimate secrets now anyway."
"Do you ever think about being with another woman?"
"I don't know the answer to that. I mean, I have thought of it, of
course, but have I pursued the thought? No, quite frankly, I have not.
I have, for instance, seen an X-rated film with two or three women
having sex and found it . . . interesting. But I was more aroused when
the men entered the picture."
"What if I told you I could arrange for you to be with, say, me and
another woman? Would you consider it?"
"You want an answer right now?"
"No, I want you to consider it and to take your time before answering
me."
"All right, I'll think about it. How about my answering you the
next time we meet?"
"That's fine," he said, "That's perfect."
"Umm, do you know who the woman would be?"
"My fiancé is a good possibility. Her name is Rosa."
"And what about now?" Helen said leaving an infinite number of
possibilities open.
"What about now?" He replied in turn. "What would you like?"
And bowing from the waist, he added, "How might I pleasure you?"
Helen laughed at that and took a moment before answering.
"Well, there was something you did the last time. . ."
"And that was?"
"Umm . . . it sounds disgusting and is probably degrading as hell,
but would you urinate on me again?"
It was more of a request than a question and he nodded affirmatively
and she sighed contentedly.
"I'd be happy to oblige the lady's request he said and tugged her
off the bed.
"This time I'll think we'll use the bathroom."
With his hand on her ass, they sauntered into the bathroom and he
helped her get into the tub. Helen sat down when he indicated that was
what he wanted her to do.
Dutch stood just outside the tub and offered his cock to her. She took
him in hand and said, "Anytime you're ready, fire away."
It took him a minute to convince his penis that he wanted it to piss
rather than fuck, but the message got there and suddenly he let fly a
stream of golden droplets that Helen directed to her breasts, moaning
delightedly as his piss grew in force and titillated her nipples. Then,
with a wild look in her eyes, she had him piss on her belly and mons,
but he didn't have all that much available and was soon down to a
light trickle which she took in her mouth, gave a quick suck and
swallowed the balance of his urine.
"Oh, that was totally depraved!" she shouted gleefully. "Next
time I want the entire piss to be between my legs!" And then she
shrieked delightedly, for Dutch had stiffened to his hardest and was
jerking this way and that, like a stallion waiting to be put to serving
a mare.
She hopped out of the tub and with the urine flying all over the room,
said, "Get in! Get in! I want to do you now."
Dutch obliged her, climbing in and lying back with his head at the
opposite end from the faucets. Helen got in and squatted over his
chest, she was facing him.
She smiled as she waited for her stream to begin and laughed aloud the
very moment it did so, splashing onto his abdomen with great velocity.
The very heat of her caused him to groan aloud as she had earlier.
Taking a quick look behind her, Helen redirected the brunt of her
flowing stream onto his cock and balls. She took a great deal longer
than he had, but confined her pissing to his lower body and when she
was finished, he grasped her waist and moved her so that her pussy was
directly over his face and he pulled her cunt down upon him and licked
the last vestiges of her urine away, and in the process brought her to
the edge of a climax.
"Get up and into the shower!" He ordered brusquely.
Helen moved quickly for she was a natural sub although she didn't
know it yet.
He bounded into the shower after her and turned on the cold water,
shocking her with its full force and shielding his body from most of it
using her body as a barrier. Only after she had screamed and jumped up
and down did he relent and add some hot water to the flow and then
Helen relaxed against him, holding his penis in her hand and stroking
it with fast short movements of her wrist. He didn't want to come
that way and told her so and they lathered one another to cleanse the
urine off themselves. Helen did begin to rub herself against his
erection though, making Dutch still hornier than he already was and
that caused him to think of a means of evening the score and almost
took her there in the shower, but at the very last second, he decided
to take her ass instead.
The hot water started to run out and Helen wanting no part of the
ice-cold water that had greeted her on entering the shower scampered
out and ran to the bedroom with a towel in her hand.
He joined her a minute later, having stopped to turn off the shower and
search for another clean towel. After drying themselves, he spoke to
her with authority in his voice.
"All right, now I'm going to deflower you."
She laughed, "All right and where will this . . . deflowering take
place?" she appeared to be delighted with herself as well as him.
"Right here and now," he said, his tone was softer and it was a
relaxed Helen that sank onto the bed and lying on her back, held her
legs in the air and asked, "Will this position suit you, kind sir?"
He didn't answer except to place two fingers into her, with his thumb
grazing over her clit.
"Huh! Huh!" Helen panted, quickly reaching a high level of arousal.
Removing his hand from her vulva, he caressed her face with it and
whispered, I'm going to squeeze some KY Jelly on you. It might be
cold, but not anywhere like the shower, all right?"
 "Sure lover, anything you want, baby," she cooed and waved her
legs in the air.
Stick a finger in your ass, baby," he said.
Helen rolled over and got onto her hands and knees and found her
asshole, only to have Dutch move her hand away and deposit a dollop of
lubricant on the rosy bud. She then placed the finger at her lubed
entrance and sent it in to the second knuckle.
"Oh . . . well that didn't hurt at all," she said and seemed
delighted with the result, moving the finger slowly in and out as he
moved in close to her.
"Christ, you smell so fuckin' good, he growled as he sniffed at her
anus while holding her finger embedded in her ass.
Helen tensed up.
"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," he told her.
But the second his tongue made contact with her anus, she went rigid.
He ignored it and ran his tongue up and down the length of her crack
before using his thumbs to open her rectum wide and inserting his
tongue. Gradually she forced herself to relax, for the exuberant
feelings soaring through her would not permit anything else.
"My God, that's sensational!" Helen panted, trying to turn and
see just what he was doing.
He managed to wiggle his muscle inside her and brought on a trembling
that Helen couldn't stop. His wet, soft mouth brought her to a fast
orgasm; a wickedly sensual orgasm that caused Helen to command herself
to his every whim. She was his and wanted it that way and told him so.
"Oh, my God! Loverman, my loverman, do anything you want to me!
I've never dreamed of feeling this . . . "
She couldn't think of the appropriate word and settled for reaching
back and spreading her cheeks further than he had, hoping to better
enjoy his wet, probing kisses.
She moaned when he slipped two well-lubed fingers into her while he
moved his magnificent tongue to her pussy. Helen braced herself with
one hand and pulled her nipple taut with the other, marveling in
sensations she had never endured before. His hands felt utterly
wonderful as they stroked her flanks while he fingered and tongued her.
"Gonna cum again . . ." She murmured as she pushed her cunt at his
face. "C'mon baby, that's it . . . just like that . . . right there,
don't move . . . just like that sweet baby . . . you're gonna make me
cum if keep doing that . . . just like that, just like . . . OH, oh,
now, bite it now!

 And she did as soon as Dutch abandoned her pussy and licked the rim of
her ass while plunging two fingers up her shitter to the third knuckle.
"OHMUHGOD! OHMUHGOD! OHMUHGOD!"
Helen roared as her climax, a shattering climax, began to slam into
her. She was squealing, grunting, and screaming. Then Dutch, having
already rehearsed his actions when she reached this point, bit down on
her clit and Helen saw fireworks. Her stomach sucked in, her body went
stiff, and she came on like the apocalypse in high gear.
He waited patiently for her to come to her senses once more and then
told her, "I'm not finished."
She responded with a very weak, "Oh?" and then purred contentedly
as he stroked her behind, occasionally slipping a finger into her pussy
and then sending it into her ass, which had opened considerably from
his earlier fingering.

"Feel good?" He asked.
"Yeah, I feel good. And that's putting it mildly." She kissed his
cheek and neck, sucking gently at the latter, hoping to leave a mark,
her mark, on him. He added another finger and worked them round and
round her anus.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good."
"Does your husband fuck your ass?"
"Are you crazy? He's never even touched my rear end."
 "Well I'm about to fuck your ass, are you ready?"
"I don't know if I'll ever be ready, as you put it, but okay,
let's do it."
While Dutch put the finishing touches of lubricant on his thick cock,
Helen reached behind her and pulled her cheeks open to provide him with
a clear target to her hole.
He took twenty-five minutes prepping her before concluding her anus was
ready for him. "Get ready," he growled and she couldn't help but
tense up at hearing him. That didn't matter, for Dutch was pushing
into her and gaining with each slow methodical thrust. Helen's face
was now a wild, eerie grimace, but she held herself open for him and
even tried to push back at him as he pushed into her.
She felt as though his member was going to burst through her rectum at
any second and so it was with great trepidation that she continued
helping him work deeper into her. The stretching was unlike anything
she had ever experienced and suddenly a fear enveloped her, a fear that
he would do irreparable damage to her and she started to protest - to
tell him he'd done enough --- to end it.
But before the words left her mouth, she felt his belly slap against
her, once, twice and by the third slap she knew he had it all inside
her and the fear evaporated.
"Now it should begin to feel good," she thought. And it did. For
suddenly instead of the stretching pain a myriad of titillating
sensations, like electric shocks, vibrated from where? At first Helen
thought the sensations originated from her cunt, but that wasn't
plausible, was it? She squirmed around on his pole and was inundated
with the pleasant vibrating feelings and when he moved inside her they
increased in intensity.
"Does it still hurt, baby?" He inquired and she shook her head,
then turned and managed to lean forward enough to kiss her and she
nearly swooned at the contact.
A moment later she was chattering away at him, giving him a kind of
blow by blow description of her feelings, ending with, "and I love
your cock in me!"
"Do you now?" He shook his head and sent sweat flying in all
directions. "Well let me give you a really good ass fucking, then."
"Oh, yeah! Fuck my ass! Fuck it good!" Her pleading was loud and
urgent and Dutch responded in kind.
She sensed his buttocks clench and he began to pump in and out of her,
his pistoning cock withdrawing nearly its entire length before
thrusting deep and hard into her again. Helen felt as though her
insides were turning into a boiling squishiness and the sense of
bursting returned, but the fear did not. She wanted him to pummel her,
she thought she could take everything he had and possibly more as he
rammed repeated into her.
The room was filled with their grunts and the soft smacking of his
belly against her ass.
He pounded into her, the fierceness of his thrusting knocking the
breath from her. His bottom began bucking like a rabbit's, his strokes
short and hard. She somehow managed to get her right hand underneath
herself and was strumming her clit as if playing the final bars of
"Dueling Banjos."
Then with one final thrust he gave a great cry and she felt his cum
spurting into her hole. She came again, in an overwhelming burst of
pleasure that filled her whole being. He laid on top of her, covering
her body, his buttocks giving an occasional quiver that sent more
sensations through her cunt while she held him in her, her fingers
digging into the hard white globes of his butt, trying to keep the
shrinking cock inside her.
After a while they disentangled and lay together, she, cradled in his
arm, her head on his chest, while her hand fondled and played with his
now flaccid cock.
When at length he spoke it was a question, "Have you considered what
I said earlier? About being with a woman?"
Helen raised herself on one elbow and kissed his nose then moved to
taste his mouth. She slid down his body and put the tip of her tongue
into the depression of his belly-button. His cock began to harden and
grow in her hand.
"I thought I had until our next meeting," she said, "but I have
been thinking about it, although there hasn't been much time for
coherent thought, you know."
They laughed at that since it was true.
And she bent to take his stiff thick cock into her mouth. And after
sucking him hard for five minutes and with his fingers churning away in
her cunt, she took him from her mouth and said, "All right, your
fiancé then, bring her to our next rendezvous. "
He sought her mouth and kissed her hard; fingering her faster still and
she came quickly, not hard, but climaxed nonetheless.
"You two are going to like each other," he groaned as he ejaculated
into her waiting mouth, which was open like a baby birds.
"Oh, very much . . . ." he groaned again.
Let me hear from you. the_panda@hotmail.com

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