Paths Straight and Twisted Pt. 01

I told Helga how much I admired their bathroom, but she disagreed. Pointing to a jam-jar on the side-port filled with coins, she complained about the gas meter keeping her poor: Sixpence for a two-minute shower, three shillings for the copper to do the laundry. She convincingly played the put-upon housewife.

I just grinned. Wanting to draw Helga's thoughts back to us and matters on hand, I said: -

"I love your sexy bathtub! Just imagine what fun you and I would have in it."

She turned her head. With a gleam gathering on her face, she looked at me and murmured: -

"Naughty! I'll never innocently look at the tub again."

Then we kissed, and Helga's rampant tongue and throaty moans told me what her mind now imagined. My hand stroked up and down the smooth inside of her thigh, only lightly touching her pussy-lips in passing. And Helga reached down. Cradling my rising erection, she asked: -

"What was so disappointing about our making love before? Disappointing ... only for you??"

Helga grinned: She was as eager to play this game as I. So I looked at her with a studied frown and said: -

"I can't tell you. You women are so easily ... rightfully ... shocked by us randy males."

"Why would I be? ... Tell me, why?"

Putting on my best critical mien, I told Helga that I knew how shy she was when she took only one little candle into the bedroom for our first proper love-making. She just did not want me to see too much when she was naked and while we fucked. And, perhaps, she did not want me to see how bored she looked while I fumbled with her breasts and my finger kept missing her little clit.

While I hectored her in this way, Helga's hand had found mine. Stopping it from merely stroking her thighs, pushing it onto her sex. Head bowed; her voice imbued with a slavish submission she asked: -

"And you want to possess all women like that? Want them to surrender in full light?"

"No! Not all women. Only if they are as beautiful, as irresistibly sexy as you!"

Hearing this, Helga stood up from the sofa. As she looked down on me, she crossed her arms over her head. Her shirt slid up, and her pubes were centimetres from my face: -

"Well," - she said, drawing it out long - "if this is how you see me, I want to be looked at. I will show all!"

Helga turned to the bedroom doorway. As she reached in to switch on the light before entering, she smiled back at me.

When I followed, Helga stood next to the bed, still in her shirt. I wanted to take her in my arms, but she gestured me to stand back and watch. Slowly, centimetre by centimetre, Helga eased her shirt over her breasts, then quickly over her head to throw it aside. Arms raised, like a dancer on tip-toe, she turned slowly, two, three, four times, her soft belly, just lightly curved, drawn in, her lovely breasts perkily lifted. With every turn, I read a "Look!" and "Look at Me!" from her lips. Then, she pointed at my fully aroused cock and murmured: -

῝I am so glad you like looking at me. What do you like best on me? What of me, with me, excites you so much? Tell me, show me."

Helga climbed into bed and stretched out, voluptuously displaying her body. Her face, her grin, her half-open, luscious lips showed how much she enjoyed our game. When I bent over her body, she murmured: -

"Show me how much you love what you see! I am curious."

So, I started with the already done and known. I kissed my way slowly down from the tip of her nose to her belly button to linger teasingly at the edge of the triangle. I hesitated a moment before I dug my nose into her bush, drawing in the tangy, sexy-hot smell of the cunt I had fucked. And Helga unbidden spread her thighs. I licked my way down and up the silkiness of their insides. On the journey north, I just brushed with tongue and lips over her pussy's tempting lips. Each time her groin lifted to bring them closer. I still passed! When I kissed my way up again, over belly and breasts, and reached her mouth, Helga whispered: -

"Now what of me do you like best? You still haven't told me."

Helga already knew, of course, how much I wanted to kiss open her pussy! She knew I would, but I made her wait! I told her that looking at her ass, when she walked around half-naked in her shirt, had been driving me crazy: -

"You have the shapeliest, sexiest ass of any woman ever. You hide it away from me too much. Don't you want me to make love to your ass as well as your pussy and tits?

She guffawed and threw herself on her belly. I kissed her neck and began to slowly draw my lips up and down her spine while I stroked her dimpled buttocks. Then, as I covered them with kisses and nips, Helga's ass began to flex and strain against my mouth. I kept kissing her, moving my lips down her thigh to the bend of her knee. Pulling her legs apart, I kissed my way up the other thigh to torture her ass some more with nips and kisses. With each repeat of the up-and-down journey, the yet unkissed lips of Helga's pussy seemed to glisten more temptingly open. I could no longer wait.

Wildly aroused, I grabbed her hips and pulled her up. With both of us kneeling, I rammed my cock into Helga's slippery-hot cunt. As she began to press and grind against my deeply embedded member, I met her lust. I fucked her harder than I had ever fucked a woman before and Helga met each of the almost angry thrusts with a guttural - "Yes! ... God, yes! ... Fuck me! ... Yes!"

Rock hard as I was, I felt I could fuck her like this forever! Helga, however, stormed into a wild climax. She managed to stifle a howl by pressing her face into the sheet. With her arms stretched out and fingers clawing into the pillow, her ass and thighs ground and shivered against my still rock-hard erection in a drawn-out orgasm.

I took her still shivering body in my arms, cuddling her as if she needed to be pacified. But Helga required no comforting, she, like I, wanted more. Accompanied by happy-sounding mumbles and nips on my ear, her groin began to suggestively grind against mine.

In a low, husky voice, Helga told me how happy she was that she had met me. She loved it that we could not get enough of each other. We were a couple made to have good sex. Then, Helga began kissing me and whispered how just thinking about before made her pussy all wet again.

While she said all this, her hand had stolen down to grip my cock. Encouraged by the fact on hand, Helga whispered: - "God, you are still hard." Then, catching her breath and swallowing an excited giggle, she confessed: -

"I loved the way you took me from behind ... that my ass could drive you so wild. Now I wonder what would happen if I let you see even more?"

I bent down to suck in a cheeky nipple, but Helga pushed me away: -

"You think you have seen all of me? Want me to really show off?"

Helga sat up, threw back her head, and with an exaggerated American twang asked: -

"Have you ever made love to a cowgirl? Watched her ride?"

She did not wait for an answer but swung her leg over my groin to straddle me. She bent forward and kissed me hard, then sat up and stretched back her body. Lifting off my groin, Helga reached down for my cock: -

"This is how cowgirls mount."

Her eyes never left my face while the love-swollen lips of her pussy circled over my straining cock, teasing it to enter. Then she slowly sank lower, impaling herself on the shaft; her body arched back, her lips parted in a silent moan.

In her riding, Helga revealed herself once more in a way that hid nothing. She was not an American cowgirl for whom, I imagined, a bronco ride would be a contest. Our bed was not a rodeo-ring for Helga where she either subdued the beast underneath or was tossed. Her's was less a ride than a sultry dance of swaying and arching in sensual surrender. She showed how much she loved being watched and hotly desired, while the lustful grip of her cunt worked its wonder for long, sweet minutes. When I could no longer resist and poured all into her, Helga sank down on me in a loving embrace.

Locked together, we almost fell asleep. When Helga finally stirred, she said that she was sorry to break our sexy fit. She had to get a towel to clean us up before we went to sleep, unless ... she glanced at the alarm at the bedside table: -

"It's only one-o-clock. We could have a bath."

Helga couldn't keep a straight face. Breaking out in a giggle, she burrowed her face into the pillow. I told her she was naughty, having more sex on her mind. She assured me that she had forgotten about my ideas about the tub. Then she paused, grinned and said: -

"Anyway, we are much too tired to take advantage, aren't we?"

There was no sign of tiredness in the way Helga skipped stark naked out of the room. I heard a jingling of coins, and then she was gone. After a while, I was asked to follow. Like her, I did not cover-up.

As the enormous tub was only one-third full, I asked her whether this was all the warm water she could afford. It earned me a sharp smack on the bum. Helga clearly was in charge. Sitting opposite each other, we settled comfortably into water. Soon, Helga's wriggling toes began to play with my apparently uninterested penis. The tub would have been large enough for more vigorous games, but we just relaxed and talked. I told her, how smitten I was by her and that she was the sexiest woman I had ever known and was ever likely to meet.

She told me that she had liked me immediately, that I was her type, although unfortunately, much too young for an old duck like her. She liked tall men, called them gentle giants; didn't like short ones because they were, sexually, so often "brutes that had too much to prove."

Momentarily something dark crossed her mind. Brightening up quickly, she told me that our bath session was the first one she had had with a lover. She giggled and blamed it on having missed out on any bathroom games.

Guessing what her mind was on, I asked Helga who was going to wash whom first. She laughed. Blushing prettily, she told me she was going to be my handmaiden. I answered that I never could be the master of a sexy, experienced woman like her. But, if she washed me first, I would know how she liked to be spoiled. Grinning broadly, Helga gave me a wink: -

"That is a challenge. You know I'll be very thorough!"

And indeed, she was. First hers, then my soapy hands went to the task; in an enticingly disturbing, invasive, arousing fashion. We dried each other, made our bodies glow. As Helga knelt to wipe me below, I was well on my way to a full erection. Her mouth closed in, and her tongue flicked quickly over the tip of my cock. She laughed and looked up: -

"Promise me this will keep. This and a little slit will need to be kissed now. Haven't we teased each other long enough?"

She switched off the light. Taking my hand in the dark, she guided me back to her bed.

While I trembled with excitement, I was not nervous about having, for the first time, mutual oral sex. I had already learned much from mature women and knew how to pleasure their pussies. And Helga was the most delectable partner I could have hoped for to break the ice.

Back in bed, as we embraced, I told Helga how often already I had wanted to kiss and taste her. As she had not encouraged me, I did not dare, thinking that being so forward would shock and offend her.

This made Helga laugh out loud. Her hand had begun a vigorous play with my promising erection as she, less bashful than I, confessed: -

"You did not know how often I held back from going down on you to taste your lovely cock. I feared you would think me a loose hussy. But God, I loved your cock! Have done so from our first, so lovely ... fuck on the sofa!"

Helga readied herself to slide down, but I held her back. I begged her to allow me to be first. Kneeling between her legs, I drew my tongue slowly down her body till I reached her soapy smelling crotch. Helga - was I taking to long - immediately grabbed my hair to guide me onto her pussy. So encouraged, my mouth closed over its firm-fleshy lips. Under my kisses, they opened, showing first a small, pink-glistening little slit. Helga's groin arched and pressed against my mouth as the trip of my tongue began its furtive exploration.

Not for long was this shallow joy for Helga enough. Her pussy ground and pushed. So, I began to lick her beautiful cunt, with broad and long strokes of my tongue lubriciously open. From far away, I heard Helga's moans and urgings: - "Yes!" ... "God, yes!" ... "Don't stop! Yes, there!" as I licked. On the journey up, the tip of my tongue just swept over her clit. On the way down, my tongue passed over the in lust salivating opening to the depth of her cunt.

I looked up at her face. Helga had left the light on. Her lips were parted, and her eyes closed as if they were turned inward. I raised myself up from my feast. With one motion, I slid my cock into Helga's slippery-licked gash. My lips found her moaning, half-open mouth. I drank in her excited breath. I held her firm, did not start to fuck her.

This time I wanted Helga to come under my tongue, not my cock. I pulled away from her mouth, stammering in my excitation that I was going to kiss and tongue her pussy into the wildest orgasm she ever had. Putting my lips close to her whimpering lips, I demanded:

"Show me how your pussy likes to be kissed. Show me, teach me!"

Helga's tongue sank into my mouth, licking, twirling, exploring its depth. Then, with deep fucking thrusts, her tongue wrestled mine as our saliva mixed. Suddenly she stopped to whisper: - "Never forget. Make love to my clit! ... Like this." And her tongue began to brush, play over my lower lip, before sucking it in. And then her teeth, with gentle, sucking bites tortured the captured flesh. All this time, my cock throbbed in her cunt, with both of us already on the brink of coming. When I allowed myself two deep thrusts, she gasped: - "No! ... "Not yet!" When I asked: - "So, you want to give me your pussy first? Want to be eaten?" Helga could only hoarsely moan a repeated - "Yes!" ... "God, Yes!".

I knelt down between Helga's legs. When I pushed her knees higher, Helga reached out to hold her spread open legs in position. She smiled at me, licking her lips, wickedly showing her tongue. And I understood. I bent down to place the first kiss on her puffed pussy- lips. Helga, however, was past a gentle beginning. Her groin pressed up so hard that it turned the intended teasing caress into a hungry copulating meeting of cunt and mouth. My tongue sunk into an intoxicatingly sexy, tangy wetness and heat.

And I followed her lesson. Spreading apart her pussy-fold with my fingers, I began to lick her. My broad tongue slid up and down her shivering, glistening crevice. At first, I only passed over the cunt's opening. Every time my tongue touched, Helga's whimper got breathier and her hand in my hair more frantic. So, I thrust my twirling tongue in as deep as I could, then, for what seemed minutes, my tongue pushed in and out. And Helga moaned and gasped as she ground her pussy into my face. When I, fighting for breath, looked up, Helga's face was a grimace of almost frightening, sexual lust. By God, she was beautiful.

In going down on her once more, first the tip of my tongue and then my sucking lips found her clit. As I had been taught by her, I played with it at length. Her gasps and moans changed first to a drawn-out whimpering, to rise, finally, into a staccato of shrill cries of - "Yes! ... Yes! ... Yes!" ... Alf, Alf! ... God, yes!" Helga's hands released their hold on her legs, as her groin arched up and her quivering thighs pressed against my cheeks. And then, with my face held in Helga's lasciviously cumming cunt, her whole body convulsed.

I tasted her and then broke free of the embrace of her thighs. Raising Helga's legs over my shoulder, I sunk my cock deep into her still climaxing cunt. I held still, did not want to come. Helga, feeling my hardness, thrashed and convulsed in the continuing and mounting throes of her orgasms. Then, tightly locked together, we waited until the last after-tremors in Helga's body faded away. Eventually, after a deep breath, Helga murmured: -

"God, this was wild. It shattered me into little pieces. Who has taught you to kiss and fuck and make a woman come like this?"

"You," I said, "only you."

As I said it, I hoped that she would not believe me. I was still young and vain. I did not want her to know that oral sex was new for me and how much her enthusiastic guidance had meant. But now Helga sought my mouth for a long, loving kiss. Then she murmured: -

"God, I left you tasting and smelling so sexy ... of me. I love it!"

And now Helga seemed to notice that my still hard cock was firmly lodged in her. She sank back and groaned: -

"God, you are still hard. Are you a monster? Are you going to fuck me again till I scream or must I ... may I do something new with your unsatisfied cock?"

By the time I thought of a smart answer - that both offers were tempting - Helga had decided. She moved to go down on me, but I held her momentarily back: -

"So, you love the taste and smell of your sex on me. ... Imagine how my cock will taste, having fucked your wet-hot pussy."

The thought made Helga wriggle against my deeply embedded cock as she sunk her tongue into my mouth. Her excited breath and her nails digging into my back let me know how much the prospect turned her on.

And then Helga set to the task. Her mouth closed over my cock's - from all the fucking - highly sensitised tip. It began a lengthy, lovingly tantalising play of tongue. But then, with nails digging into my buttocks, Helga sucked my cock as deep in her hungering mouth as it had been in her cunt moments before.

I cried out, and my flailing arms grasped her hips. As I pulled Helga over me, her legs spread and her pussy ground down on my mouth until her clit found my searching tongue. Matching what Helga's mouth was doing to my cock, I sucked and nipped her pearly clit out of its cover to meet it with a twirling tongue. And Helga pressed and ground her clit into my ravaging mouth.

Helga's arousal, the taste of her throbbing cunt, and my cock so totally at the mercy of her demanding mouth was getting me undone. I was going to come. I cried out a warning, but Helga's mouth only slid deeper onto my discharging cock. She drank and sucked and lovingly licked me dry!

When we eventually turned around, Helga nestled into my arms. There was a smug, triumphant smile on her face. She found my mouth to give me a long, lingering, very wet kiss. Then she whispered: -

"Do you like the taste of sex - yours, mine, ours - all mixed together? Or are you shocked about us?"

Shaking with laughter, she snuggled into a cuddle. Too tired to talk about our magic night of libidinous abandonment, we fell asleep in each other's arms. We had only a few hours. At six in the morning, I snuck out to go home. My work on this day must have suffered.

Far from stilling our desire for each other, this night inflicted on Helga and me a permanent state of sexual arousal.

Seeing each other as often as we would have wanted was difficult. Hindrances were Helga's irregular working hours, and the arrangements she could make for Evie. Acland Street delis were open seven days a week and up to fourteen hours a day. Although there was a great deal of good-will, it made planning for our meetings difficult.

Neither Helga nor I were on the phone. I was now in regular, full-time employment. Therefore, I had to drop in at the Deli every evening after work to find out when we could meet. Evie was left in the care of Helga's friends. As their girls were of similar age and close friends, not yet in school, and the wife was not in employment, it proved a convenient arrangement. The extra money that Helga paid her was also welcome.