Helen: by Purplecat

This is for my friend Dee, you don't know her, but I do and
she's one of those lucky people that knows who she is.

My name is Helen Keller, no relation to the famous little
deaf, dumb and blind girl. I am neither deaf nor blind, but
I am certainly dumb. I didn't think so up until six months
ago when my husband, Henry, came home and told me he wanted
a divorce.

Shit, I was blindsided I had no idea anything was going on.
He left me for an eighteen year old High School student of
his. He's old enough to be the little bitch's father. In
fact he's older than her father.

The night before the bastard dropped the bomb on me, or shit
on me depending on your point of view. We had a romp in our
bed, which we always referred to as our love nest. It really
hurt to find out that while the S.O.B was shagging me he was
also shagging the little bitch and for God knows how long.

I was floored, for a while I was so low I could have walked
under a piss ant without bending my knees. Then I got mad
and that made me feel better. The madder I got the better I
felt. I got so mad I began to feel good. I vowed to take
everything and leave him with nothing.

It turned out that there wasn't much to take. Oh Yeah, we
had a nice house and two nice cars. The house had a thirty
year mortgage and there were loans on both cars. We lived in
the house for ten years, but we didn't have very much equity
in it. Most of the payments went to pay the interest.

The asshole lawyers got their heads together and decided we
had to split everything. If one of us wanted the house they
would have to assume the loan and pay the other half the
equity.

I had a good job working for a small construction firm. It
was a one woman office and I handled everything for the
business except quoting and supervising the construction.
The two brothers that owned it loved the way I handled
things so bonuses were frequent and liberal.

I knew I could handle the car payment with no problem, but
there was no way I could keep up the house payment and half
the equity was out of the question. Humpin Hank couldn't
afford it either, on a high school teacher's salary, I doubt
if he could keep up with his car payments and keep his new
little bitch happy.

So we sold the fucking house. God I loved that house when
hard-on Hank and me use to frolic in the love nest. Now I
hated it and was glad to see it go. It turned out that after
the realtor and lawyers I only wound up with a few hundred
dollars. Luckily I had a few thousand stashed away that the
lawyers missed in the settlement. I rented me a nice little
apartment within walking distance of my work. I loved that
because of the money I would save on gas and besides the
traffic in this town was the shits, In fact it was like
taking a shit, slow and it piled up.

I wonder why people say taking a shit, nobody ever takes a
shit and nobody gives a shit. It probably should be having a
shit.

Come on Helen stop this shit and get on with the story.

Okay, I guess I should say something in my own defense. Why
did I stay married to this asshole for so long? It was
because he didn't seem like an asshole, he was sweet and
kind and the sex was great. He didn't have a big, well you
know I guess, manhood. It was kind of small and thirty
strokes sent him over the wall, but God that man could suck
a pussy. He could make your pussy do flip flops and when you
came you were sure you would turn inside out. I must admit
that even after six months I still miss that.

From the beginning I wondered why he had ditched me. That
first night after I showered I looked at myself in the full
length mirror. I even took a hand mirror and looked at my
backside. I admit that I had a few bulges that I wish I
didn't and my breast sagged a little more than I would like,
but all in all even at thirty-two I was still a very nice
specimen of a female of the species.

Over the last six months I've been checking myself everyday.
I started jogging in the mornings before work and now most
of the bulges were gone, but by breast were still a bit
saggy. I didn't have a chance for a date at the office
because both of my bosses were happily married, but I needed
something besides sitting in front of the TV every evening
masturbating.

Now don't get me wrong, I love to masturbate, been doing it
since I was seven or eight. The thought of going out and
meeting men somewhere like in a bar was frightening. I'd
never done anything like that. I never even thought about
cheating on my husband all the time we were married. Now I
was thinking about having sex. I wanted to get fucked. I
really didn't care who or what they looked like I just
needed it. I guess after over twelve years of sex almost
every night and suddenly without warning being cut off was
telling on me.

The first month after the asshole left me I went out and
bought myself a vibrator. Oh boy could that little baby put
a smile on a girls face. At the time I was thinking about
buying a spare because it would get so hot I could hardly
hold it in my hand. By that time I'd usually went over about
eight times, so I could put it down and let it cool off a
little. What I needed was a water cooled vibrator.

The vibrator was and still is great, but it wasn't the same
as having a man to touch and having him make love to you
with his hands, mouth, and er,, member. I was getting to the
point where I was desperate for a man.

When I walk to and from work I pass this bar and lounge,
it's closed in the morning when I go by, but in the evening
when I'm going home its open and I could see several men
through the window.

I woke up one morning with a decision.

"Today I'm getting fucked," I said.

I said it aloud and was surprised at how sexed up I sounded.

I skipped jogging that day so I could spend more time
getting ready. Not to go to work, but to go to the bar after
work. When I came out of the shower I took a pair of panties
from a drawer and started to put them on, but I stopped and
held them up. I wadded them up and threw them on the bed.

"Fuck it," I said, "They'll just get in the way."

I put on a push up bra I felt that my breast were a bit to
saggy to go bra-less. I put on my shortest skirt and lowest
cut blouse and looked at myself in the mirror. I was quite
pleased with what I saw. I felt I was showing just the right
amount of breast to attract men. My breasts are large, not
huge, but large I wear a D cup. The push up bra was doing
its job and a good portion of my breasts were exposed. I
spent a half hour on my make up which I would touch up
before leaving work.

I put on a cardigan and buttoned it to my neck. I don't
think my bosses would mind me showing my breasts, but they
kept the office air conditioner on light frost all the time
and I almost always wore a sweater.

My day was normal and when I took off my sweater and left
the office I was a ball of nerves. When I got to the bar my
knees were weak and my hands were shaking. I took a deep
breath and went in. The room was dimly lit but I could see
fine, there were several men at the bar but I didn't see
anyone in the lounge. I picked one of those U shaped booths
and slid around until I was in the middle of the U. God I
felt like a slut, shit I guess I am a slut otherwise I
wouldn't be sitting here with my pussy leaking like a
dripping faucet and ready to jump on the first man that
looked at me.

A waitress came over, I intended to order wine, but I needed
something to settle my nerves so I ordered a double martini
on the rocks. If that didn't calm me down nothing would.

I sat there waiting for the waitress to bring my drink, but
that never happened. I saw a man coming toward me with two
drinks in his hand. He put my drink in front of me and I
reached for my purse.

"It's on me, I paid for it at the bar," he said.

"Oh, thank you," I swear, I positively squeaked.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.

`Join me? Yes join me I want to be joined, preferably at the
hips.'

That's what I wanted to say, but instead I said.

"No I don't mind," and took a big drink.

He slid into the booth next to me.

"You seem a bit nervous," he said, smiling.

"Nervous? Who me? No I'm not nervous, I'm a goddamn bomb
that's about to explode," I said, with a husky sexy voice
that I didn't recognize.

He laughed and I took another drink. That's when I started
talking to myself.

`Look you stupid shit you came here to get laid so don't
fuck it up.'

`Do something to let him know why you're here, and what ever
you do don't get drunk.'

`You know how numb you get when you're drunk.'

"I haven't seen you in here before," he said.

I looked at him for the first time, he was average height
average build and wasn't particularly handsome, but he had a
beautiful smile and blue eyes. I love blue eyes. He never
took those eyes off of my breast once since he sat down.

"I WANT TO FUCK HIM," my brain screamed.

"I've never been in any bar alone before," I said.

"Well, to what do we owe the honor?" he asked, and there was
that smile.

"I'm horny," I said, but so softly I didn't think he would
hear me.

He must have heard me because he took my hand and put it on
his lap right on top of his hard member, I was sure it was
hard because of him looking at my breast, at that moment my
hand was feeding messages to my brain. My brain sent a
message back and I squeezed it. He must have got the message
too because he unzipped his pants and took it out.

When I wrapped my fingers around it I swear I almost
fainted, unlike my husbands that I always thought of as a
member or sometimes a peter. This guy had a bona fide Cock!
With a capital C I knew it had to be registered and he was
sure to have papers for it. I mean this thing was a real
thoroughbred. It was twice as long as my husband's five inch
member and was four or five times as thick. I felt like I'd
just won the lottery after buying my first ticket.

I felt his hand tug at the hem of my skirt so I put my other
hand down and helped him get my skirt up. I felt his hand
slide up my thigh and my legs flew open like an automatic
door that he'd set off by pushing the right button. He slid
his finger down across my clit and pushed his middle finger
into me to the first knuckle.

Oh fuck! I flopped back in the booth and clamped his hand
between my thighs I went off like a rocket at Cape Kennedy.
I didn't just go over the wall I flew over it and cleared it
by ten feet. I don't know how I kept from screaming.
Everything was convulsing, I could feel my ass hole pumping
against the material of my skirt I was sure my pussy was
going to tear his finger off. It kept going and going, but
much to my disappointment it finally began to subside.

I grabbed his hand and spread my legs and helped him get the
rest of his finger in me. Tiny little contractions were
still coming in waves. My pussy was absolutely boiling.

"Oh my God," I said, my body jerking involuntarily.

"You get off in a hurry don't you," he said, with that
smile.

"The bomb exploded," I said, grinning.

"You want to go someplace?" he asked.

"Yes, the men's room," I giggled.

I usually don't giggle, but I still had his monster cock in
my hand and it was making me giddy. The asshole and I had
read a story where the heroine went into the men's room with
a stranger and I've secretly wanted to do it ever since.

He tried to take my hand from his cock, but I held on for
dear life, I had intentions of holding on until I could
transfer it to my pussy.

"I need to put it away until we get to the men's room," he
whispered.

I really didn't want to let go, I was afraid he might change
his mind.

"A cock in the bush is worth two in the hand," He said,
grinning.

I slid away from him and jumped to my feet.

"Where's the men's room?" I asked.

I said it too loud and I know every head in the place turned
and was looking at me, but I didn't give a shit. He fumbled
with his cock and finally got it put away. I was jumping up
and down like somebody who was about to piss their panties.
At last he stood up and took my hand.

"Follow me," he said' and led me to the back.

As soon as we got in the men's room and he locked the door
he slid his hand into my bra and began pulling my breast up
over my bra and blouse. As soon as he had access to them he
began sucking my nipples. Now I don't want anyone to think
that I didn't enjoy that because I did. I like having my
nipples sucked. No, I love having my nipples sucked. Shit I
needed to be fucked, now more than ever.

I pushed on his shoulders pulling my left nipple from his
mouth with a little pop.

"Goddammit fuck me," I said.

By then I already had my skirt pulled up around my waist. He
picked me up and sat me on the edge of the lavatory. Shit it
was cold, but I hardly noticed. I was too busy watching him
get his cock out. I couldn't help but gasp the thing looked
bigger than it felt. Please don't ask me to describe it I
was in a state of delirium, I can tell you that the head was
much bigger than the shaft that I'd had in my hand.

This was the point where I began to have doubts. I have a
tight little pussy. After all the only thing I'd ever had in
it was a couple of fingers and the assholes little member.

"Do you think it will fit?" I asked, nervously.

I had visions of him splitting me wide open, and blood
pumping out in streams.

"Oh sure, don't worry I'll go real slow everything will be
fine."

That was easy for him to say, he wasn't the one who was
about to get split open. I decided I had to have it even if
it killed me. I knew the wider I spread my legs the easier
it would be so I spread them wide and waited bravely.

He did go slowly he rubbed his cock head up and down my slit
collecting my juices which by the way were streaming out.
When it was coated and wet he lodged it in my little opening
and pushed.

Shit! Oh god I couldn't believe how good it felt. It didn't
go in, but he kept a steady pressure. I sat there with my
hands pulling my pussy apart and my eyes staring down, I
know they had to be bugged out on stems. I watched and felt
as it slowly entered me. What I saw was fantastic, but what
I felt was un-fucking believable. My pussy stretched and
stretched and then thup the head popped in.

I threw my self back against the mirror.

"Oh my god, Oh my God, oh my God," I chanted over and over
again.

As I became accustom to it I slowly quieted down. I sat
there breathing hard and realized he only had the head in. I
still had the rest to go. I wondered how much of it I could
take. I wanted the whole thing could I do it? Fuck yes!

"Give me that beautiful piece of meat, shove it all in me
you bastard, fuck me until I die," I groaned.

Well it only took me about two second to realize I'd made a
mistake, because he drove it in to the hilt. It plowed
through the tender folds of my pussy and slammed into the
very bottom of my soul with a thud.

"OH FUCK!" I screamed.

It only took another two seconds to realize this that was
just what I wanted.

"FUCK MEEEEE!" I screamed again.

Well if I live to be a hundred I'll never regret I said
that, because fuck me he did. I didn't just go over the
wall. I leaped back and forth and played hop-scotch on top.
If my orgasm ever stopped I didn't know about it.

He fucked me forever. Well actually I guess it was about
five minutes. Did you ever have a five minute orgasm? Let me
tell you its something you'll never forget. I guess it
wasn't really a solid five minutes. You know that feeling
you get when it starts to build and keeps on building until
you go over the wall. What was happening to me was
unbelievable. I would get down to my last little contraction
and there would be that feeling again.

I didn't realize it at the time, but I was screaming my head
off. Everybody in the bar heard me and I learned later that
the bartender turned the jukebox up.

Then the most fantastic thing happened, He moaned and I felt
his cock jerk and then I felt it, I actually felt his sperm
hitting the bottom of my pussy. It squirted five or six
times and I felt every one. The assholes sperm didn't squirt
it just kind of rolled out. This guy squirted big time and
there I went flying over the wall again.

I came down slowly and I was so weak I couldn't move. I felt
his cock shrinking inside me. He smiled that smile.

"I'm sorry I can usually last longer than that, but your
pussy is so fucking tight I just couldn't hold off any
longer.

Now get this shit, he'd just fucked me thirty times longer
than the asshole ever did and he was apologizing. I couldn't
say anything for a minute, but I finally managed.

"Yeah, well next time see that you do a better job," I said,
there was no way I could suppress a giggle.

I sat up a little and grabbed him. My breasts were still
hanging out so he grabbed them. I kissed his nose.

"I'm Helen. What's your name?" I asked.

"John,"

"Well John that was a nice appetizer. Let's go to my place
and have the main course." I said, smiling my sexiest smile.

John was all for that. We got everything put away and went
back into the bar. Every head was turned toward me and every
face was grinning. I was never so embarrassed in my life. As
my great grand mother used to say, `I could have crawled
into a hole and pulled the hole in after me.' I couldn't
wait to get out of there. I grabbed John's hand and almost
ran to the door.

When we got to my apartment the first thing John did was get
his hands back on my breast, He got them back above my bra
and blouse and began sucking my nipples again. It really
felt good so I helped him get my blouse and bra off so he
could have full access. He was nuzzling, licking, and
sucking. I pushed him back grinning.

"I get the impression that you like my breast," I said.

"Tits Ma'am, I like your tits," he said and leaned forward
to capture a nipple in his mouth.

"You mean there's a difference," I laughed.

He backed up grinning.

"Oh, yes ma'am. All women have breast but just a few have
tits. Yours are definitely tits," he said.

"Now wait a minute big boy, referring to his cock of course,
tell me what the difference is."

He was trying to get my nipple, but I held him away.

"Tits are big, but not huge. Tits have big hard nipples and
tits stand up perky and don't sag," he said.

I was a little taken aback and let him get my nipple back in
his mouth.

"My breasts sag," I said.

He backed off again.

"What? Where? I don't see any sag," he said.

I turned sideways.

"From this angle don't you think they sag a bit."

"Not a bit they still look like tits to me."

I smiled and lay back letting him have them. What a
revelation, I have tits instead of breast and they don't
sag, tomorrow I'll burn all of my bras.

I learned a lot more from John than that, I learned that the
asshole wasn't the only one that could make my pussy do flip
flops with his tongue. I learned that the right cock could
just tear down the wall and make you cum forever. I learned
that a big cock in the ass was good, but not nearly as good
as when it was in the other place. I learned that a big cock
squirting in your mouth was ten times better than a member
drooling there.

I guess the single most important thing I learned from John
was that all of those other men down at the bar were waiting
for their turn. They were all his friends that met there
every day after work to unwind. After seeing me go to the
men's room with John they would be passing me around from
one to the other.

HOLY SHIT! I never expected that. Can you imagine a new cock
everyday? WOW, I was speechless. After John left that night
I couldn't sleep and I couldn't get the goddamn grin off my
face.

The next day I couldn't wait until I got off from work and
got to the bar. As soon as I walked in the door a man came
up to me.

"Wanna go to the men's room?" he asked.

Shit I'd already done that.

"No, let's go to my place," I said, I still had that grin,
couldn't seem to get rid of it.

For the next several days I never even sat down in the bar,
but I took a different man to my bed every day.

I admitted to myself that I was a slut. Why not? I was a
slut and I loved it. I decided to start acting like the slut
that I was. I started lingering in the bar for an hour or so
before slipping off with one of the men. I mingled and let
them put their hands on me. They squeezed my tits and
tweaked my nipples. I never wore a bra anymore. They put
their hand up my skirt and fingered my pussy. I groped their
crotches and rubbed their hard cocks. I hardly ever left
there without having at least one orgasm. And I did take a
few more trips to the men's room.

I was happy I mean really happy until I heard that the
assholes little bitch had left him. Then I was really,
really happy.

Shit I'm pregnant. How the fuck could that happen? I was
married for all those years, never used any protection, and
never got pregnant. One of the reasons the asshole put in
the divorce for grounds was I couldn't get pregnant. Well
I'm pregnant and don't have an inkling who the father might
be. Hell it could be any one of two dozen guys.

I went to the Abortion Clinic and made an appointment, but I
miscarried the day before my appointment. I was relieved; at
least I didn't have to live with that. What a bummer that
would be. Now I'm on the pill so there's no problem.

That brings me up to now. I have a wonderful life. I'm the
queen of the bar and lounge the men all scrape and bow to
me. Sometimes they even call me Queen Helen. I have my own
harem, is that what you call it when it's men? I guess it
don't make a shit. I have more men than I can handle. I've
even started taking them to my apartment three at a time.
Can you believe that? Well I guess I don't have to tell you
that the grin on my face grows every day and no matter what
I do it just keeps getting bigger.

That's the whole story Dee. I truly hope you liked it.


This story is a work of fiction and was written for you to enjoy.
The author does not in anyway condone the acts of perversion
presented here. It is all pure fantasy and I hope you fantasized 
to your hearts content.

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