Helena’s Hero Ch. 04

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I spread Helena’s ass cheeks apart and moved into position. She was naked save for a pair of black fishnet stockings and matching high heels. She was on all-fours, her hands tied to her headboard.

The TV on the wall played a favorite porn scene I’d selected. It featured a hot actress in her forties. The MILF was a blonde like Helena, with nice tits and a gorgeous ass. She was on her knees going back and forth sucking on a trio of large, hard cocks.

That afternoon, the sex between Helena and I was warm and romantic. It was going to be much different this time, however. I was in the mood for raw and raunchy, feeling like pushing the envelope. Helena and I went over some of my ideas and she was game for them.

Whatever Helena had in mind for my big surprise tomorrow, she wouldn’t say. I decided not to dwell on it and focus on the fun we were about to have.

“You like what you see up there on the TV?” I demanded, feigning an angry, interrogatory tone and doing a poor job of it.

“I do,” Helena whimpered, pretending shame.

I tried to suppress a grin but failed. I’d never even attempted any kind of role play or light bondage like this. I knew I’d no idea what I was doing but didn’t care. It was only going to be fun if I didn’t take myself too seriously.

“You’d like that to be you, wouldn’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, sir. I’m a dirty girl. I can’t help it I love cock so much.”

“You’d like to suck those cocks, wouldn’t you?” I slapped her ass, not too hard. “Answer me.”


“Then you’d like to fuck them, wouldn’t you?”


“You’d make them all come, wouldn’t you?”


“You want cock right now, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, you’re going to have to wait.”

“Please! I need it now.”

“Too bad.”

I reached over and picked up the butt plug. It was a glass model, several inches thick. I smeared lube over it and put a dab on my finger, rubbing it on her asshole.

“Oh, that’s it,” Helena moaned, holding up her end of the game. “I love it when my asshole is teased.”

“What else do you like guys doing to your asshole?”

“I like when they finger it.”

“What else?”

“I like when they fuck it. Long and hard.”

“Is that all?”

“I like when they lick it.”

I started in surprise, for some reason not expecting that last answer. Something about the idea took hold of my imagination, though. The thought of licking an asshole wasn’t something I’d ever given much thought to before that moment.

I put the butt plug back down and spread her ass cheeks apart. There was her lovely little butthole. I contemplated my sudden, unexpected urge. I knew she’d prepared herself thoroughly for anal play, douching and scrubbing down there thoroughly after dinner.

On the screen, the MILF was riding a cock, bouncing up and down as she jerked and sucked-off the other two erections. I looked back at Helena’s ass.

“You like your asshole licked, do you?” I demanded.

“Oh, yes sir.”

“You want me to lick it?”


“Please what?”

“Please lick my ass, sir.”

“What? What’d you say?”

“Please lick my ass, sir!”

Almost without thinking, I found myself plunging my face into her ass. It may have violated the whole domination game we were playing, but I made up my mind to follow things wherever they led.

I flicked her asshole with my tongue and a shudder passed through her body.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.

I licked her asshole again, this time applying firmer pressure.

“Is that what you like?” I asked.

“Yes, sir! Oh, fuck yes!”

I gave Helena a few more firm licks and she started squealing. Before long she was bucking and moaning wildly. On I licked, loving her uncontrolled howling. She was breathing rapidly, writhing and squealing.

“Holy fucking shit, I can’t take it anymore!” Helena screamed. “Please, just fuck me! This is too much!”

I withdrew, slipping a still-lubed finger in her ass. I fingered her butt and her breathing calmed, her howling easing into a controlled moan. I slipped a second finger into her ass, spreading her sphincter.

“Oh god I’m so fucking horny!” Helena howled.

I picked up the butt plug with my free hand. Withdrawing my fingers, I slipped it in, pushing it through Helena’s asshole. She cried out, her sphincter stretched more than she enjoyed for a moment.

“Oh, that’s better,” Helena moaned as the plug settled into place. “Now my ass feels nice and full.”

Rising, I positioned myself behind Helena. I reached down and sought out her vagina. Her pussy was drenched, wetter than I’d ever known her to be. I eased my cock into place and then buried it inside her. I could feel the butt plug’s presence pushing against my cock from above, an unusual sensation but not unpleasant.

I looked up at the screen as I began to slowly fuck Helena. The MILF was on all-fours, a cock ramming her from behind while she alternated sucking off the other two.

“Fuck me good, Jonah,” Helena Gaziantep Saatlik Escort moaned. “Fuck me good. That’s it, nice and hard.”

I sped up my pace, slapping Helena’s ass. She started moaning and talking to me, a grand performance for my benefit.

“That’s it, that’s it,” she squealed. “Oh fuck I feel so full! Oh my God I love it like this!”

On the screen, the MILF was straddling one of her gentlemen friends, leaning forward and rocking back and forth on his cock. She sucked a cock thrust in her face. As I watched, the third man moved into position behind her and entered her ass.

The three actors began drilling her simultaneously. I stared at it wide-eyed as I fucked Helena, hammering her pussy with vigor.

Helena played her role perfectly.

“Oh, that’s it,” she sighed. “I feel like I’ve got two cocks in me back there. Keep fucking me, baby. Fuck me!”

Helena moaned incoherently, growing ever louder until her shrieks echoed against the walls of the bedroom. I reached forward and grabbed her hair with both hands, pulling back on it. I was careful not to hurt her.

“Fuck yeah!” she howled, her face yanked upwards. “That’s it! Pull my hair! Harder!”

I obliged her, yanking her hair with both hands. I was still tentative, though, afraid of causing real pain.

“Harder!” she shouted. “Harder! I said pull it harder, motherfucker! So I can feel it!”

I gave her hair a good yank and Helena shrieked loudly, her back arching sharply. The whole time, I was drilling her as fast as I could.

“That’s it!” she screamed. “That’s it! I’m gonna fucking come!”

Helena let out a prolonged, incoherent squeal followed by a loud gasp. I fucked her with all my might as she came shuddering and gasping.

I soon felt the first, remote indications of my own orgasm. By then the MILF on screen was on her knees with her mouth wide open, her gentlemen suitors jerking off over her face. The first actor came, his money shot landing on her tongue.

“Let me taste your cum, Jonah,” Helena moaned. “Don’t you want to come in my mouth, baby? Just like her.”

I pulled out and scrambled in front of her, sitting on the headboard and facing her mouth. Her hands were tied below me and my cock pointed right at her mouth.

I started jerking off, my cock still wet with Helena’s juices. Her mouth was scant inches from its tip.

“Oh my,” she cooed. “What a view.”

I couldn’t help but grin. She was so game for anything, it was intoxicating. Her eyes flashed and she smiled, looking up at me.

“That’s it, baby,” she encouraged me. “Jerk off for Helena, squirt that sweet cum in my mouth.”

On the screen, the second actor was jerking off. His cock loomed over the actress’s face, squirts of cum striking her cheek and chin.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped.

Helena leaned forward and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She held it there and applied gentle pressure with her lips as I finished jerking off. My cock was soon throbbing, each pulse sending another burst of cum into her mouth. Helena held her mouth in place the entire time.

Thirty seconds after the initial burst of orgasm, the last tiny pulsations faded into memory.


I threw on my shorts and a t-shirt, heading downstairs while Helena showered. My phone was on the island in the kitchen. I picked it up and checked it, a dozen messages awaiting me. I frowned. I’m an oddball for my generation in my attitude towards my phone. I see it as a tool, and a useful one at that, but more often than not I consider it a nuisance.

I scrolled through the texts, all telling me the same thing.

“Holy shit,” I said.

Nearby Helena’s phone was chirping, her own messages streaming in. I texted Juliette back first and then worked my way through responding to the others.

Helena came down wearing one of my t-shirts and nothing else. I couldn’t help but note how amazing she looked.

“You’d better check your phone,” I told her.

“What is it?”

“Wesley Reuben Jones is dead.”

“Holy shit! How?”

“They don’t know yet,” I told her.

Helena picked up her phone. She had a backlog of messages, all from friends and family who’d heard about Jones’s death. She went into the living room and turned on the TV, switched to the local news channel, and sat on the couch. I joined her and we waited for something on Jones.

A few minutes later the report on his death came up.

“A shocking development tonight in the case of accused serial killer-rapist Wesley Rueben Jones,” the anchor said. “Diane Genovese is standing by with details.”

“That’s the reporter who wanted to interview me,” I said.

Diane came on the screen. She was standing in front of the county jail, microphone in hand.

“Questions abound this evening in the death of accused killer rapist Wesley Reuben Jones,” Diane said. “Multiple sources have confirmed that Jones is dead and an investigation into his death is ongoing. Jones, you may recall…”

Diane went on to recount the whole case. In reality, nothing was said beyond Jones was dead and the cops hadn’t yet said what happened.

“I don’t feel sorry for the bastard.” Helena said calmly when the story ended. “But I was looking forward to his getting sentenced and us sitting there in court for it.”

Helena’s phone chirped again. She glanced at it.

“It’s my daughter,” she said.

Helena took the call in the other room. After the Jones story, a piece about a broken water main began. I turned the TV off.

“Her friend texted her with the news,” Helena said when she returned.

“What’d she say about it?”

“She’s okay with it, actually.” Helena turned her phone off and tossed it on the coffee table. “I need a drink, a real one. How about you?”


I woke up the next morning, rolling over and staring up at the ceiling. I felt surprisingly well considering Helena and I split most of a bottle of high-end bourbon the night before. My mouth felt dry and there was a mild, dull ache behind my eyes.

Helena was nowhere to be found. A note next to the coffee maker said she’d gone to the gym early and would be back with bagels.

Shrugging, I poured myself a cup of coffee. I checked my phone for more news about Jones. The news was saying he’d killed himself. Shrugging, I closed the window and looked over the college football scores from the day before. The dose of caffeine banished my headache after a few minutes.

Helena came home, a bag from the bagel store in one hand and the Sunday newspaper in the other. She wore tight black workout pants, sneakers, and a powder blue fleece jacket.

Helena dropped the bagels and the paper on the island and took off her jacket. Underneath was a purple t-shirt that clung to her nicely.

“Good morning, Sweet Jonah,” she said pleasantly.

We kissed.

“Hungry?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said. “Did you hear about Jones? Suicide.”

“Saw it on the news at the gym. Couldn’t happen to a nicer person.”

We spent a good portion of the morning on the couch together eating bagels, sipping coffee, and working through the Sunday crossword together. It was fun leaning close together as we puzzled over the clues. We joked, teased, and debated possible answers.

I know people who can solve the Sunday crossword in no time. Helena and I aren’t them. Even with Helena’s MBA and my engineering degree, it took us over an hour. We got it done, though, sharing a celebratory kiss when the last clue was filled in.

“I enjoyed that,” I told her.

“I’m glad. Me too.”

“Was that my big surprise?” I teased.

“Not by a long shot.” Helena glanced at the clock. It was nearly eleven. “Shit. I’ve got to get ready. I suggest you clean up, too.”


Whatever it was Helena had in mind for me, I could only guess. My imagination roamed through possible scenarios as I showered and shaved. Even through a light lunch of grilled veggie sandwiches, my mind wandered. Helena seemed distracted, too, checking her phone whenever it chirped. The last time, she grinned and put it aside and we finished lunch.

“You ready?” Helena asked me.

“I hope so.”

“Here’s what I want you to do. Go upstairs and go into the guest bedroom, the one facing the backyard. Strip down, all the way. You’ll find a blindfold on the bed. Put it on, lay down, and wait. I’ll try not to be too long.”

Two minutes later I found myself naked on the bed upstairs, a black leather blindfold over my eyes. The queen-sized bed had the comforter already pulled-back when I went upstairs, the blindfold on the pillow waiting for me.

Ten minutes must’ve passed before I heard Helena enter.

“Hello, Jonah,” she said, a hint of mischief in her voice.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Your cock’s not hard,” she observed with mock distress. “Make it hard, Jonah. Go on.”

I reached down and stroked my cock, the knowledge Helena was there watching helped build my arousal. Before long, I had a respectable erection.

“That’s much better,” Helena announced. “Now, Mr. Sullivan, are you ready for the best fuck of your life?”

“Bring it on.”

I felt the bed depress as Helena slid into next to me on my right. Her hand touched my arm. I was awash with anticipation, still wondering what she’d planned.

Then I felt the weight of someone climbing onto the mattress on my left.

“What?” I said, startled.

“It’s okay, Jonah,” said a woman’s voice on my left. It had the timbre of someone Helena’s age.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Helena whispered. “I invited a friend.”

I relaxed, overjoyed as gentle hands caressed my shoulders and chest from both sides of me. The thought of this scenario had occurred to me, of course, but I dared not expect it. It was the final culmination of a growing realization about Helena. I’d come to understand that she was a rarity, far more sexually uninhibited than the large majority of women. Again and again, she’d been game to whatever crossed my mind. And now this.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Call me Marie,” the newcomer said.

“Marie,” I repeated. “That’s a pretty name.”

I could feel Marie as she leaned close against me. She was naked, her smooth warmth rubbing against the length of the left side of my body. She placed one hand on my chest, her other hand stroking my hair.

Helena did the same, pushing close against me as her hands explored my body. Neither woman touched anywhere near my cock, though.

Marie kissed me first. It took me by surprise, blindfolded as I was. First there was the feel of long hair against my cheek and neck as she leaned in. Then I felt the warmth of her breath. A moment later was the sudden press of moist lips against my mouth.

My lips parted, ready for our tongues to perform their lovely duet. Instead Marie used her tongue to lick my lips, slowly sliding her tongue over them. She started with my upper lip and then moved across my lower lip before repeating the process in the opposite direction.

I’d never experienced that particular move before and found it incredibly hot.

Marie plunged her mouth against mine, our tongues dancing. Her lips were softer and fuller than Helena’s and she also had a different style of kissing. Where Helena’s kisses were aggressive and wanton, Marie’s were softer and wetter. I’d never be able to decide which I prefer. Each had its particular merits.

Helena began kissing my neck. The feel of two sets of lips and the bare skin of two women pressing against me sent me into overdrive. I felt a hand on my penis at last. It took me a moment to realize it was Marie’s. A second hand, this one Helena’s, reached down and gently caressed my balls with her fingertips.

I found my head being gently turned back towards Helena’s mouth, Marie switching to my neck. I could’ve lain there forever, my mouth switching back and forth between Helena and Marie. It was an experience more joyous than I’d dared to expect. If there’s a Heaven, I got a glimpse of what it must be like.

Then they took it to the next level.

They moved off my mouth and started kissing the sides of my neck. They were both stroking my cock by this point, Helena grasping the base with her gentle touch as Marie’s fingers slid back and forth over the tip.

They eased their mouths upward, sticking their tongues in my ears simultaneously. The burst of pure, raw pleasure was so intense I could scarcely stand it. I let out an incoherent moan, my chest heaving as I writhed in ecstasy.

I’ve never tried hard drugs but I can’t imagine the most powerful narcotic could produce anything better. I had not one woman but two working my most sensitive body part and it was sending me into the stratosphere. I’m sure it was by design, too, as Helena knew all about my sensitive ears.

“Oh my god,” I moaned over and over. “I can’t take anymore.”

They showed me no mercy, only removing their wiggly wet tongues periodically to nibble my earlobes. It was like changing the chord of a melody, altering the specific nature of the pleasure but retaining its basic intensity.

I broke off, unable to take it any further. I turned my head towards Helena, kissing her furiously as Marie leaned in and kissed the back of my neck. I let out a growl. Turning back to Marie, I kissed her mouth hard.

“Someone’s aroused,” Helena whispered.

“Damn straight,” I said. “I’m so ready for both of you.”

Helena slid down my torso, kissing my chest and stomach as she went along. I kissed Marie, my hands seeking out her tits.

Helena took my cock into her mouth, swallowing the head and sucking hard.

I made-out with Marie with abandon. Our tongues attacked each other and I pawed her tits desperately. My hands explored Marie’s body, getting a sense of her. She was curvier than Helena, and probably shorter.

Helena’s head bobbed up and down in a steady rhythm on my cock and I pulled Marie closer. Marie leaned over me, her tits pressing against my face. I sucked on the nearest of her nipples eagerly.

Helena sensed I’d come right away if she kept going. She slowed her pace to a languid one, her mouth easing up and down my entire length as if in slow motion.

“I have to get a piece of that,” Marie said and started to slide down my torso.

“Swing your legs up here,” I told her.

Silently, Marie pivoted until she was on all fours with her head facing my cock and her ass next to my chest. I reached out and explored the contours of her rear end with both hands. Her ass was bigger than Helena’s, its feminine roundness accentuated by being stuck in the air. Marie was definitely a plump little MILF.

She was also a good cocksucker, as it turned out.

Helena lifted her head off my cock, keeping hold of the base. She pointed it towards Marie and the women shared a giggle. I wondered if this was the first time they’d shared a cock. Given the ease with which they interacted in bed, I doubted it.

Marie took my cock in her mouth and sucked it vigorously. It felt different than Helena’s mouth, coming in at a different angle. It was like how a woman sucking your cock in the sixty-nine position produces a distinct sensation from a regular blowjob.

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