A Helping Hand - The Reprise

His hands reached around and spread her cheeks, one finger teasing her butt hole. 'Oh God,' she thought, 'he wants it in there' and she began to move the knob out and back. But Jim jammed her pussy back on his cock and whispered, "Will do that later in the shower."

Eva's butt cheeks began to clench and unclench on their own as she pounded out the last paroxysm of pleasure, climaxing as he suddenly drove his cock up, lifting her body as he arched his back in an agony of release.

The next few weeks were blissful. They did not meet daily, still being careful about secrecy from his family and friends, and Art. But when they did meet, they enjoyed each other to the fullest. Not only the sex, although they indulged often, but their chatter and ideas and appreciation of life around them. They were soul mates of a sort, who would be friends whether the sex was part of it or not.

They had always been able to talk openly with each other, going back to when Jim had been a teenager. The 'lessons' had evolved because of that easiness with each other.

Eva had been curious about his sex life at University, wanting to know how often and when he had made out. He had admitted to enjoying some very hot times in the ladies dorm, on one occasion screwing two roommates one night.

He prodded Eva to relate something from her erotic past. She would not talk about Art or her dead husband Eddy, but finally admitted to a sordid affair while she had attended college. She related an encounter where she had asked three young guys to help her move to a new apartment. They were all classmates but she had never dated any of them. She had bought some beer for afterwards as payment for their help. Drinking progressed to poker, to strip poker and finally to fucking all of them that night.

Jim could not believe her story at first. It did not seem at all possible that Eva had at any time in her life could have done what basically he had done himself with the two roommates.

"Eva, no way would you do that! Thought you told me that you were a "one man at a time" gal. But the story excited him and he pulled himself up into her.

"Well, I was a pretty loose chick in those days, the new freedom was all around us. But it was a shocker for me to realize what I had done the next morning. I guess I became that 'one guy' lady at that point." She looped her arms under his armpits and around behind his back, and frantically responded to his by now wild thrusting.

"Ah, but, how did you feel when they were taking turns in you. I mean, were you frightened, was it good?" Jim's voice was shaking with emotion magnified by his proximity to getting off.

"I loved it. To have all those guys wanting me, made it easy to accept. I was super horny. But after the third one, I suddenly became despondent. One of the guys recognized that I was no longer happy about proceedings and suggested the two others leave. He stayed and fucked me for two days."

They both appreciated that they were able to talk so freely about any matter. There were no taboo subjects. They were meant for each other in many ways, except of course for the generational gap. Thoughts ran through Eva's mind about a more permanent life with Jim being a possibility. But it really wasn't, and she knew it.

A few weeks after Jim left town, Eva called Art.