Empowering a Frightened Pussy

After a little break, Tom produced a 9mm Smith & Wesson that was fitted with a 10 round magazine. He also came up with two sets of ear protection. She trusted him now. She was shocked when she fired the first round and the pistol recoiled some and the noise was so much louder.

"You just fired the standard round that most policemen use. I want you to think about the power you have in your hands. You can poke holes in paper targets, defend yourself, kill another human or just feel empowered because you know how to use such a weapon and have it in your nightstand."

Together they walked down range again and changed the five yard target to a full size human silhouette. The implications set in as they walked back to the firing line together. The power and control was exciting her.

"Fire one round for me without ear protection. I want you to hear and feel the sound one time."

The pistol roared. A neat hole, instantly appeared in the stomach of the black silhouette and a surge of adrenalin coursed through her body and warmed between her legs.

"Now my, Pretty One, you have eight rounds left. That is a bad man, trying to do bad things. Take your time; use your skill and stop him."

Six more holes appeared in the target. Helen's chest was heaving when she tried to breathe normally again. She had not put the pistol down. Tom stood very close behind her, reached around and took it from her hands. Without thought her pretty butt pushed back against him. It felt good so she rubbed against him but froze when she realized what she was doing. He did not make any comment about her actions.

"I want you to fire three more things. Two because they are common place and a third for bragging rights."

This time the target was twenty-five yards away. It was a picture of a man again. Tom produced a beautiful hunting rifle. He said it was a .270 Remington model 700. His instructions were intimate. His body touched hers. She sat on his knee, leaned over the firing table and learned to sight through the scope. Several times he rocked her so her clit rubbed along his thigh.

"You will feel more power from the rifle than you did the pistol. Put on your ear protection."

When the round went off, Helen's body was filled with the sound, concussion, the recoil and the power in her hands. Her eyes closed and a ripple of excitement went through her body. Her legs clamped tightly around Tom's thigh. While she worked the bolt to chamber another round, he rocked her, she was excited and close.

"If I do something you don't like, just tell me to stop."

His hands closed over her breasts, rolled her rigid nipples gently and she continued to rock her own hips on his thigh until she was ready to fire. Then she went into automatic mode, she froze, held her breath and squeezed slowly. The weapon roared again. Her heart pounded. Three more times she chambered and fired. Her body was screaming, she wanted to cum.

Tom pushed her to stand. Her slacks were dark where she was soaked between her legs. She did not try to hide her wetness when he looked before going for the forth thing he wanted her to fire. She looked over her shoulder at him when he returned. Her legs were spread and her ass tipped to present herself to him. The new weapon was not as sleek but still looked like a rifle.

When they walked down range this time, they went about fifteen yards and Tom sat four two-gallon jugs of water several paces apart. Helen was uncomfortable walking. Her panties were wet, cold and riding up into the creases of her pussy and ass. Tom noticed her discomfort and smiled. She smiled back.

Tom patiently explained that the new weapon was a 20 gauge pump shotgun and that it fired shells. He had her put on a vest with a shoulder pad and showed her how to seat the thick rubber butt pad of the shotgun tightly against her body. "You sort of point and shoot these things. Aiming when shooting something like this, isn't as exact as what you have been doing."

Two things happened when Helen fired the 20 gauge for the first time. Her body felt like someone hit her in the shoulder and the first jug of water disintegrated. Water and plastic exploded into a cloud of vapor. Helen was standing. Her knees almost buckled. Tom caught her. Her body was trembling in excitement. Sexual excitement. Power excitement.

"I want you to kill the next three jugs of water. Do you trust me not to hurt you and to care about you?"

"Yes."

"Put three shells into the shotgun."

As she did he unbuckled her pants and pushed them and her panties down to her knees. The cool breeze was a shock but his warm hand was a pleasure. While she loaded, Tom rubbed the slippery wetness between her swollen lips and across her clit.

"Are you ready to fire?"

"Yes."

He froze. His right thumb was just between her pussy's lips and his left hand cupped her left breast. For seconds her concentration held, her breath stopped and she squeezed. Another target evaporated, she groaned, her eyes closed and she pushed back, impaling herself on Tom's thumb all the way to her g-spot and he instantly began to rub it while she pumped the shotgun once to chamber another shell. This time she called out, "Ready." Tom stopped, she held her breath and squeezed. The third jug burst. Again she pushed back and he worked her spot with his thumb and his index finger found her clit. She waited a few seconds to enjoy and then pumped the shotgun to chamber the last shell.

"Ready"

The jug burst. Helen groaned, pushed, squeezed her muscles, came, pushing wonderful hot wetness from deep inside her out around the invading thumb and down her legs. He legs did not hold her. Tom supported her with his hand on her breast and his thumb up inside her. He waited until her legs worked again and then he pulled away, talking to her, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

"One last thing for you to fire. Are you ready? Will you do what I tell you?"

The "Yes" came out of her mouth before her mind could evaluate what she was agreeing to. Her cunt was thinking for her now. Her powerful, empowered cunt knew that she could defend herself.

Later Helen would learn that her next thrill was illegal. It was a short boxy thing, bigger than the 9mm but shorter than the rifle.

"Take your shoes, pants and panties off."

"Now spread your legs about 18 inches." He showed her how to hold the weapon. "Point it at that bad guy. When you squeeze and hold the trigger down, it will fire many rounds. Don't panic; just try to stay relaxed and keep it pointing at the target the best you can. I'll be sitting right behind you. When your clip is empty, put the gun down and come to me."

The weapon was an Uzi with a twenty round magazine. Her pussy was still throbbing from her thumb assisted climax when she squeezed the trigger. The power, the thrill, the rush launched her near another climax. The bullets cut the legs out from under the target. When she turned without the weapon, her heart was pounding, she was flushed and nude from the waist down. Tom sat waiting, also nude from the waist down and with his hard throbbing dick sticking up waiting for her.

There was no thought, just an animal straddling pounce that guided the head of that wonderful cock between her swollen wet lips, slid that beautiful shaft into her body stretching her delightfully and driving its tip to just nudge at her cervix. She had never had so much cock inside her, yet her body had swallowed it in one great thrust. She did not wait for instructions, she was wild, humping, slapping her belly into his and raking her clit along his rod when she drove into him and when she raised off of him to thrust again. He did not guide her, instruct her or say a single word. She came so hard she saw stars and then sensed that he was almost there. She was tender but she thrust on to bring him pleasure. Her body wanted to cum again. Higher and higher her excitement built. Never before had her body taken charge, cum more than once, climaxed with just intercourse or demanded to be pleased. She was on the edge again when he said, "I going to cum." She screamed her reply as her eyes saw only black, "Me too, fill my cunt." She hated that word and had never said it before. A mighty long growl escaped her lips. She felt his cock jerking inside her. She had no more breath, couldn't inhale and didn't care. Tom had just enough strength left to catch her when she passed out.

He continued to thrust into her, maybe ten more times. Each thrust less intense than the last. His balls were empty but the feelings were too good to stop.

With a lurch, Helen awoke, still impaled on Tom's softening cock. Her first thoughts were to run, this was wrong, what had she done. His arms tightened around her. He felt good inside her. She was safe, satisfied, surprised and shocked. She had lost control, gone wild and she had loved that but now felt some shame for being so sexual and excited.

Tom turned her head toward his and kissed her. Strangely it was their first kiss. They had talked many times. They had lived in the same house for ten days. They had just had wild sex at an out-of-doors firing range; yet, they had never kissed. Her mind was still racing from thought to thought when she realized that he had given up on their kiss. He had tried but she was not with him. He lifted her. She felt his cock slip out of her body and the cool air, go into her gaping pussy. Their mixed juices began to flow but he caught them in a towel and wiped her, helped her dress. He left the soaking panties off but put her shoes on her feet while she buckled her belt. She was strangely relaxed as he stood, still naked from the waist down. His cock glistened in the sunlight and had hardened some in the cool air. She watched in silence as he dressed and packed the firearms and returned the cases to the secure compartment in the big SUV.

Tom must have sensed her confusion, he drove quietly and gave her time to think and feel. Finally, close to home, he did speak, "Helen, today I wanted to show you that you are not a victim, unless you choose to think like one. You have the power to control your world and your fear. I did not expect what happened. It was wonderful for me. You and your body are as exciting as I had imagined."

Still she did not respond, even with a "Thank you." She did stand on her toes and kiss his cheek after he had helped her from the car. She disappeared into the big house to clean up and change clothes. He was not home until late that evening. For the first time he had not told her where he had gone and when he would be home. She felt it was time for her to go back home but she really did not want to leave. There was much to explore and understand with Tom.

Two mornings later, Helen was in a long dressing gown about six a.m. making coffee. She did not expect to see Tom so early. He was already dressed in a coat and tie, ready to go to the college campus. She took the opportunity to announce her intentions.

"Tom, I think it's time for me to go back to my house and give you your home back."

His disappointment was instantly evident in his face. He swallowed hard, "I'll be back about one and will help, if you want." He paused and then added, "Will you do something very personal for me before I leave for class?"

She answered too quickly, "Sure."

"Stand next to the cabinet, facing the coffee pot on the kitchen counter and drink your coffee."

Helen was surprised when Tom sat on the floor, lifted her night shirt and scooted his back between her outstretched legs leaning against the lower cabinet. Again her mind raced but she stood very still. His fingers opened the lips of her pussy. She worried that she wasn't clean enough but that thought evaporated as he licked over her pouty lips, licked up parting them and his tongue flicked playfully over her hooded clit a few times. For the next few minutes, he tasted her, got her wet and slipped a finger into her. Helen put her coffee down and grasped the edge of the counter for support. If Tom were in any rush to get to school, it did not show. He was doing exactly what he wanted and was proving to be as oral as he had confessed.

She expected to stand, casually, enjoy, even be above was happening and just indulge him, but her body began to betray her intended reserve almost immediately. Helen could feel her body flush, her insides getting wet, her hips tilt forward and her breaths time themselves with the regular rolls of his head to open her wider. She got close and wanted to race through her climax but he backed off, only to start again. Three times he did that. When she started to get close the fourth time, she lowered her right hand to hold his head and push it in the rhythm that she wanted him to continue. Little whimpers escaped and her stomach and thighs tightened. Later she would wonder if she had hurt him but for now her hips thrust forward driving her hand and his head into the cabinet and holding them there as she ground her hips forward using him for her pleasure. Her climax rose, crested but did not stop as it usually did. She hung at the top and pleasure rippled and rippled through her. He sucked and licked, still gently, as she marveled how long her climax was lasting. Now he drove into her g-spot holding her there even longer. Her hips began to tremble; she thrust even harder and growled loudly.

Helen was holding her weight on her elbows propped on the counter feeling her legs still shaking, when her brain began to work again. Tom gently removed his finger and licked the wetness flowing from her, cleaning her like a mother cat does her young. The tiny gentle flicks of his tongue were almost painful but definitely too pleasurable to stop.

Her mind was floating; her body was so content; she did not realize that he had stopped, slid from under her and was standing beside her. He turned her and held her. "That was so very beautiful. You taste wonderful. I have wanted to do that since I first saw you at the Senior Center. I had hopped you would stay and we would get to know one another better. Thank you for your gift to me this morning."

She was still breathing through her mouth when his lips closed over hers. His tongue explored without demand and she could taste herself in his mouth. Her tongue also licked out, only to be sucked and licked. A groan came from deep in his body. She let her hand slide down to cup him. He was hard as steal and pulsing. Helen pulled back to look at his face but he turned from her. She saw that his eyes were watery. He did not want her to see; he went to the hall bathroom to clean up a little before he returned to her. His eyes had lost their sparkle, they looked deep into hers and he said, "I'll see you about one. Don't rush away. Let me help. Maybe we can have dinner tonight at a local restaurant, as a....."

From sadness, he did not finish his sentence. She knew his last word was going to be "goodbye."