The next day, I drove past joggers sweating in the hazy, late afternoon heat as
they pounded, loped, plodded, and briskly walked along the paths that ran between
the winding drive and the pines of the densely wooded park separating Helen and
I.

My business meeting behind me, I was free to ponder other matters.  I thought
about Anne and I wondered about Helen.

I parked the Wagoneer in the lot, and walked down the hot asphalt drive and
around to Helen's apartment entrance.  I was on time.  Helen greeted me warmly;
her soft silken lips opened against mine, our tongues mingled and we ground our
loins firmly against each other.

She was wearing a cinnamon hued smock with a dove-colored apron, but strangely, I
didn't smell anything cooking.  I continued to grope away at her lush body until
I felt something on her left nipple.  It was a ring.  She was wearing a ring
through her nipple!

"Did you have that done today?" I asked, totally bewildered. "No," she smirked in
reply,  " I can remove it whenever I want.  My nipple's pierced, haven't you
noticed?"  Evading the question, I told her how good she looked.  She laughed,
gave me a smoky-eyed look and said, "Good enough to eat?" I laughed, perhaps
louder than usual, whipped out my handkerchief, and said, "Sure, I've even
brought my own napkin."  Helen laughed, as she pushed me away,  "Well maybe
later, but right now we've got work to do."

Leaving me standing there, she started to leave the room, as she reached the
doorway she stopped, and turning her gorgeous red head toward me, she said
casually,  "Take off all your clothes! Get Bubba warmed up. I'll be right back."
I was happy to comply.  From the next room she called out, "Come into the spare
room."  Another first for me.  It seemed a workshop of sorts.  Basic tools,
pallets, frames and art implements of all types were scattered around. It was not
exactly untidy, but appeared to be supporting a series of projects in progress. I
was aware Helen had majored in art at college, but knew she earned a living in
the world of marketing.  I'd never put the two together.  In the far corner there
was a tub with dry plaster in it.  "Err, what are you up to Helen?" I asked
quietly, as queasiness began to fill my stomach.  Helen called to me from the
other room, "James, you're going to model for me."  "What?  Oh, yeahć right."

She returned to the room, pulling on a pair of latex gloves.  "I'm going to make
a plaster cast of your cock.  How big would you say it is?"

I knew, but feigning humility, claimed I didn't.  "Oh, yeah. Right!" She
muttered, throwing my own words back at meć as she grabbed a tape, and checked me
out, first making sure I was at my peak.  "Length a mite over 9 inches long and 5
‡ inches in circumference." (I'm only repeating what Helen said.  I wouldn't want
to brag about stuff like this, especially when I can honestly write about Helen
and her tape.  And I don't want any email requesting pictures. If you started
exercising with the dedication I have over the years, why you'd be a big boy
too.)

Helen glanced at the tape measure and grimaced, but did not relax her grip on
Bubba.  "I was sure you were a ten at the least.  It must be the thickness that
through me off, but I'm not complaining lover.  Now please sit down while I mix
the plaster of Paris."  I couldn't resist asking if this would hurt.  She came
over and without using her hands, nuzzled me, partly because I'd made her laugh,
partly to keep me fully erect.  It worked.

Helen had me stand up and began applying the plaster to my erection, and my
balls.  It was cool and tickled somewhat.  That caused me to wonder how I was
going to maintain my erection while the plaster did its thing. I asked Helen
about this.  "Thanks for reminding me," she said as she rinsed her hands in the
small sink, and left the room only to return momentarily, with the beads.

I was a good soldier.  I remained at attention for the entire operation.

Eventually, she removed the plaster cast, and walah!  There was my one-eyed
double looking at me.  Wow! I was impressed.  "Hi Bubba!" I grinned.

"Now I can remember you forever," Helen said and placed the still wet cast of my
cock on the mantle like a trophy.

Kind of romantic, don't you think?  I wondered where she kept her other memories.

Then she surprised me again.  "We are not having sex now.  You will have to wait
until we get Anne warmed up later.  But you can do me a favor and help me sort
out my toys for later. "  I walked to the toy box and looked in.  Another eye
opener.   There was a strap-on dildo.  No, there were two!  A biggy and a normal
six inch version.  Then I found several vibrators.  Did this girl love to play
her instrument or what!

Helen called to me, a smirk of amusement on her face.  "Come here lover, you've
got two dangling particles waving in the wind."  "Oh." I warily responded, not
knowing what Helen was talking about, but moving to her as requested.  "Ohhhh," I
crooned as Helen slowly removed the beads from my ass with one hand, coupling my
balls with the other.  "Thank you dear," I gasped, quickly rising to the
occasion.

Helen ignored Bubba's grand entrance, and returned to the items in the toy box. 
She guaranteed I'd love them and began to explain how they differed.  "You know
Jim, a vibrator doesn't snore, or let you down, but it never says I love you
either.  That's why we keep you guys around." "Oh Helen!" I said,  "Thank God for
small favors."

If I remember correctly, and I was sufficiently impressed to do that, first off
there was Mr. Hard Throb: Looked like the real thing. About 7" with a skin like
texture.  Shorty came next.  (I'm not making this up.) Shorty had a curved tip,
and I'm told he's anxious to please.  Helen claimed Shorty's great for G-spot
stimulation.  Okay! All right!  What's a gee-spot?

Helen clued me in on what and where the G-spot is ć another of life's mysteries
solved.  Praise the Lord!

A wet/dry massager was next.  Hey, you can jump from the shower to the bed
without missing a beat.  It has bumps to give you bumps.  About 12" long, wow! 
And good grief, it had an extension to reach those hard to get to places.  Look
out Mr. Rotor-Routerman!

I asked Helen if it really helped her singing in the shower.  She took a fit of
laughing, smacked me and threatened to have Anne and her pee on me in the shower
later.  I told her I'd never stand still for that and I knew how hard it was for
women to hit a moving target.  She continued laughing as tears rolled down her
cheeks.   "You'll get extra special treatment tonight for that baby!"  I laughed
and retorted, "threats like that I can handle."

Helen explained the next toy carefully.  "Now listen to me, this is the Eager
Beaver.  Long and thin, it rotates and vibrates inside the vagina."  I'm paying
close attention and notice a miniature beaver at the base, with a fast moving
snout designed to diddle the clit.  I shared a very recent observation with
Helen: "You women sure have it made.  No wonder you're so clean, all that time in
the tub.  Now I know . . .."

Helen took that in stride.  She pulled a dresser drawer open, reached in, removed
a package and turning to me presented me with a present. "Thank you Helen. I'm
sorry I don't have a present for you in return." "No problem," she grinned. "Go
ahead, open it."  I did.  It was a pack of 10 Maxx condoms.  Smiling, I asked if
she expected me to use them all tonight.  "Don't push it," she laughed.

Then she pulled down her panties reached inside her vagina and pulled out what
she called her ben wa balls.  Two small metal balls linked together.  She told me
they stimulate her during normal daytime activities.  "You wear them to your day
job? " I asked.  Helen smirked and said, " Sure they keep me horny all day. 
Sometimes I masturbate in the ladies room; sometimes I just sit at my desk and
keep squeezing my legs together until I get off.  But the balls also help
strengthen my clitoral muscles, the better to grab your cock by, ha, ha, ha."

And I thought I'd finished with school, hell, and here I am going for my Ph.D.  I
formed an image of my darling Helen walking through the
officećclick-clack-click-clack; the ben wa balls belling the cunt, as it were;
and a co-worker head down, never looking up, calling to her as she passed; "Say,
Helen, would you bring me back a coffee.  Black, no sugar?"  I shared this
scenario with Helen and immediately wished I hadn't.  Helen twisted my arm behind
me, I groaned in pain.  I'd forgotten Helen was a brown belt in Karate.  "Say
uncle."  "Uncle!" "Say you're very, very sorry!"  "Ohhh! I'm very sorry!"  "I
said very, very sorry damnit!" My arm was twisted a little more.  The sudden
increase in pain caused me to sputter out my response.  "Okay! Okay! I'm very,
very sorry, I was only kidding you."  "Well," Helen said, releasing my arm and
taking my face in her hands. "I didn't want to hurt you, but that time you went
to far.  Actually, you hit a nerve.  That is just about what happened to me the
other day."  We kissed and held it for several minutes.  Helen ended it and
dropped to her knees, and kissed my good buddy Bubba who just happened to be
standing around waiting for something to happen.  Nothing happened.  Helen caught
herself remembering tonight's arduous schedule.  Bubba got one last lick and I
went off to get dressed.



Minutes later I returned to the toy room buttoning my shirt.  I sat down next to
Helen and picked up an egg shaped object, with little springs (looking remarkably
like stubby legs).  Helen, still nude told me she sticks it inside her as an
alternative to the ben wa balls and it kind of moves around in there and
stimulates things a bit. "Hmmmmm!" I sang out. "A Mexican humping bean."  Helen
swung around and put her legs on my shoulders. "Have a burrito, Signor?" Helen
whispered erotically.  I was incredibly turned on!   Hungrily, I went down on her
warm and frothy burrito bush.

What a start!  And I hadn't gotten laid yet.

CHAPTER 10.

By design, I left toys in various places around the apartment while Helen dressed
in brown-ocher jeans, boat shoes, and leaving off her bra, pulled on a cream
colored angora sweater guaranteed to stimulate her nipples. Then we left the
apartment.  After a quick bite at Shober's we drove to Frizzi's and picked up
Anne, who was standing outside waiting for us.

Bits and pieces about Anne: She was indeed exceptional, only nineteen, she
matter-of-factly told us she's 36-D 22-38 and a real blonde.  We didn't doubt it
for a second.  I guessed Anne to be about 5'5". Her appearance was very neat. 
Wearing a charcoal gray, pinstriped business jacket with an expensive white skirt
and matching white shoes, I could easily believe that what she possessed beneath
her clothes was equally inspiring.  They weren't her work clothes; she was
dressed for success. I made an assumption that Anne came from money.   I drove
back to Helen's.  The girls sat in the back.  There was no fooling around.

We arrived at the apartment, where music was playing softly.  I thought it might
be Antonio Carlos Jobin, this would certainly help stage the opening mood for the
evening. Later, I knew the Bolero would help us quench the lust, which was
already apparent within the room.

Helen offered to make drinks, and stepped behind the tiled bar to do so. While
she did, Anne roamed around the living room, stopping at the mantle and picking
up my plaster cast. "Where did you find this Helen?" Holding the phallic symbol
out in front of her like a peace offering. Helen laughed, and said:  "The
original is sitting five feet from you." Anne licked her lips lewdly, and came
towards me while inserting the cast into her mouth.  Removing it from her mouth
as she reached a point directly in front of me, she said naughtily, "I hear
there's nothing like the real thing."  Helen had returned with the drinks, but
stood off to the side watching.  Anne knelt down, placed the cast on the coffee
table and unzipped my fly.  I noticed how her lipstick had enhanced the plaster
cast and thought about those same lips surrounding my cock. Ummmmm!  Anne reached
in pulling the real McCoy out of my pants and took me in her mouth.  Ummmm! Oh,
yeah! Double Ummmmm!  The night was under way.

Helen interrupted Anne after permitting her a brief period of felatio. "Here's
your drink Anne" holding it out until Anne accepted it.  My cock sprang from her
mouth, landing with a sharp smack against my thigh. "Okay," Helen commanded,
"let's get *fucking* comfortable.  Into the bedroom, take your clothes off
everybody." Hastening to comply, I failed to fully remove my leg from my slacks
and tripped, falling against the bedpost.  I admonished myself against getting
hurt at the worst possible time.  I continued to strip, but a slower pace as I
greedily watched Anne remove her jacket and skirt.

I began stroking myself and asked Anne to turn around so I could look at her. 
She flashed me a smile and complied, still undressing.  I noted Helen, halter in
hand, stop to watch too.   Anne's bra dropped to the floor and she bent daintily
to remove her panties.  Her breasts were beautifully shaped, with long, hard
nipples; her stomach was flat and looked strong; her legs had a graceful beauty
and her ass was dimpled and firm.  After this brief examination, I reached up and
pinched one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, she moaned and
grasped my cock, squeezing it hard.  Helen, naked except for her garterbelt,
stockings and shoes, reached out to Anne, and feathered her fingers in a
lingering caress that moved from Anne's neck down to the top, and then underside
of her breast.  Anne shuddered. Helen moaned  I sighed, and dropped to my knees
to gaze at the pink folds of her labia, already glistening with her wet heat.  
Helen's sensual red lips closed upon a nipple.  I looked up and studied Helen's
face, unable to fathom any emotion other than pure lust.

I broke the heavy silence by asking Anne if she'd ever tasted her own juices. 
She said, "No, of course not."  I placed my hands around her ass and plunged my
face into her cunt, licking frantically.  My tongue penetrated to its full
length, withdrawing only enough to flick up to make contact with her clit.  She
began to tremble; God knows what Helen was up too.  Using my legs as a football
lineman might at the snap of the ball, I drove forward, face still embedded in
her pelvic region, and we both landed on the bed.  Helen, whose mouth was
abruptly torn from Anne's nipple, stood in an awkward position - on the brink of
falling - regained her balance and moved toward the bed. How I took this in I
don't know. Peripheral vision?  Imagination? Clairvoyance? Who cares?

On landing, Anne instantly spread her legs further apart, reaching for the top of
my head to keep my tongue in contact with her outer lips. After a few moments
more of cunnilingus, I pushed myself up and grabbing her blonde hair, pulled her
face to mine.  We kissed.  We passed fluids back and forth.  I ended the kiss
abruptly, and growled at her "admit it, that's not the first time you've tasted
yourself is it?"  What was wrong with me?  Here's a great piece of ass, primed
and in place and I'm argumentative.  Actually, I was acting on instinct.  I
sensed Anne wanted to be dominated to some extent.

Momentarily distracted by Helen's attentions to her breasts, she stammered, "Yes,
yes, I have."  "When," I demanded.  "When I masturbate," she quietly murmured. 
"You lied to me," I said coldly, "now show us how you do it, be quick about it."

I sat back on my haunches and put my arm around Helen's waist.  Anne flushed and
nervous, obviously anxious to please and confused at the rapid change in tempo,
began.  Slowly, she drew her fingers over and around her clit.  Then she placed
her index finger inside her cunt, and began stroking herself at a rapid pace.
Realizing she was already well lubricated, Anne inserted a second finger, slowing
her rhythm. Moments later, Helen and I were amazed as Anne inserted her whole
hand inside her!  This was my first time watching a woman fisting herself.

My cock screamed for release.  As Anne continued fisting, I placed Helen's leg up
on the bed, and entered her standing up.  This was for our benefit as well as
Anne's.  We could both watch Anne from this set up.  Anne began to cum, making a
grunting sound I can only describe as "nugh, nugh nughhhh".  "Lick your juices
Anne," I commanded sternly.  As she complied, Helen and I embraced and kissed. I
broke away and slowly slid down Helen's body, kissing all the way until I reached
paradise.  We moved onto the bed.  Anne resumed her assault on my cock, gripping
it in her hand; she brought the head to her lips, and darted her tongue out
dragging it across the veiny underside of my cock. Her hot, wet tongue sent
ripples of pleasure through me as she continued licking Bubba's entire length. 
Anne reduced her languid swipes until she was dragging my cock over her lips
only, and I couldn't keep from moaning repeatedly as I neared my climax. I left
Helen to concentrate on Anne's brilliant cocksucking.  Suddenly, Anne slid those
pouty lips over me and engulfed me completely. I watched Bubba go bye-bye as he
disappeared down the tunnel of her throat only to reappear as Anne's head bobbed
back up. Anne looked up at me through lust lidded eyes for just a moment and then
she bent down absorbing my cock's full length again.  Oh, yes!  This was it! As I
felt myself starting to erupt, I let out a long groan, and Anne took this as a
sign to pull me completely out of her mouth. She rubbed Bubba on her
sweat-stained face and sweat-beaded lips crying out,  "Cum on my face James! Cum
all ooover my face!"

My entire body stiffened at these words and I shot a load over her cheek and
across the bridge of her nose, up onto her forehead, as her tongue darted in and
out to lick Bubba clean.  Before I finished ejaculating, Anne wrapped her lips
around the head of my cock and sucked it like a lollipop, swallowing my last
ejaculate.  It took me a while to calm down from that orgasm, and I lay there,
soaking wet, panting, otherwise hardly moving; riding out the spasmodic twitches
rippling through my body - reduced to the role of voyeur.  Which as roles go was
not too shabby.

I watched as Helen maneuvered herself into a position from which her face was
over Anne's pussy and mine was close to hers. Then with a violent motion, Helen
slammed her face down into Anne's pussy. Just as quickly she withdrew. Helen's
mouth was now smeared with my sperm.  Anne cried out, pleading for her to get
back there. Helen did, this time ever so gently she began licking and sucking
Anne's lips.  Anne was hot.  She started grunting again, and began twisting her
shoulders and thrusting her pelvis upward, saying, "Yes! Oh, yes! Oh, God yes! 
Helen seemed to revel in their continuity.  This went on until Anne jerked upward
and fainted.  "I'll take care of her, Jim," she said, "go get us some toy's. I
got up, my legs wavering and made my way to the toy box, only to remember I'd
scattered them around the apartment earlier.  I gathered several up and returned
to the bed.  Anne had indeed been revived.  I stood at the side of the bed and
watched as they moved into a natural 69 position.

One of the toys I brought back was Mr. Hard Throb, and looking over the scene,
decided to insert it into Anne's pussy.  I gently tapped Helen's nose with Bubba
to get her attention and clear a path to my objective. Helen accommodated me and
the dildo slid in easily, and I established a slow in and out rhythm into Anne's
pussy as Helen returned to dine at Anne's pussy from a different angle.  It
wasn't long before Anne started to come big time.  Helen started to react to
Anne's efforts and came hard moments later.

I'm standing there still playing push and shove with Mr. Hard Throb in Anne's
pussy and with my own throbbing cock in my hand.  Anne was now laying across
Helen while suckling her breast.  Helen's unattended nipple was longer than I'd
ever seen it before.  I leaned over and nipped at it.  Helen moaned in pleasure. 
I mounted Anne from behind. She was tight, but so lubricated that my first thrust
brought me up against her cervix.  Emulating Mr. Heart Throb, I used slow, deep
movements.  I didn't pump very long before Anne started screaming, "Oh, God, I'm
coming again."  Moments later I found myself fit for oral duty only as Helen
grabbed me, taking me into her mouth, gasping, "I've got to taste you both." And
with those lush, vise-like gripping lips and relentless tongue working on my cock
I came, and came again.  Helen swallowed some and dribbled some out of the corner
of her mouth.  I continued to cum, Helen started choking on my sperm. Anne
meanwhile was eating Helen out and Helen picked this moment to begin a series of
orgasms.  I pulled out of Helen's mouth, spewing cum wildly across her eyebrows
and into her hair, where in dripped down into her ear.  Helen was a comely sight
to behold.

With everybody sated for the moment, we cleaned ourselves up a bit and returned
to our drinks.  Anne started talking rapidly.  "I never saw anything like you
guys the other night.  And . . . and, when Helen flashed her pussy at me . . .
why I thought that was wild . . .. I knew it was just for me to see, but then I
saw that she had your dick in her hand . . . Ooohh, I got so wet!"   She hits
Helen on the arm saying, "And you . . . you knew I was hot . . . and you, James .
. . running your hand up into my shorts . . . why didn't you finger me then? I
wanted it so badly.  Then this one," Anne lunged forward, grabbing and pulling on
Helen's still rigid non-ringed nipple, "she tells me to go with her to the
ladies, so'es she can help me dry myself.  I swear I came right then.  If my
boyfriend wasn't gonna pick me up . . . well, otherwise I'd have left with you
right then.  Christ, I'm smoldering again.  Look Jim, your cum's pouring out of
me"  "That's your cum baby," I said, putting my arm around her, and tenderly
kissing her lower lip and then slipping my tongue in her mouth. I felt light
tremors vibrating throughout her body.  Oh, did her mouth have an erotic
savoryness in its taste.  Helen also sensed Anne's renewed horniness, and resumed
her attack upon Anne.  Licking, biting and sucking her nipples. One would have to
describe Anne's aureoles as being huge; (puffies I think you'd call them).  Her
nipples protruded out about half an inch.   I moved in to share Anne with Helen,
taking one breast and attempting to draw it completely into my mouth.  Of course
I failed.  But I tried again, only to back off and content myself with absorbing
her nipple and sucking and chewing the miniature erection it had become. Then
Helen and I pursued the same nipple.  I bit and she licked. Our tongues would
occasionally lap one another.  Anne began to keen that now familiar moan which
preceded an orgasm.   Helen now had several fingers up within Anne's pussy. We
played Anne together, as I gained renewed length to my cock.

I looked on in amazement as Helen worked her entire hand into Anne. How could she
feel so tight and yet retain such elasticity?  It was another miracle of
womanhood.  Anne started to come again.  Helen removed her hand and barked an
order at me: "Fuck her now, James."  I was ready.  Helen positioned herself under
Anne and began licking from her pussy to her asshole, even as I penetrated her
pussy using the missionary position.  Anne placed her legs upon my shoulders . .
. I surged even deeper into her hole.  I assumed we were in a different position
than missionary.  "Kama Sutra, where the hell are you when I need you?"  Well, I
wasn't going to start reading at this point, but you get my drift.