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CHAPTER 50B: HELEN’S COMMITMENT CEREMONY, PART 2

Helen watched the alarm clock with singular focus for the two minutes to pass. Then, she went to the door, took a deep breath, opened it, and entered the hallway. Such a familiar trip down this hallway that she took several times a day, but now, dressed like this, for this event, she felt the butterflies but she continued putting one foot in front of the other until she was at the entry to the kitchen and the patio door. When Tim saw her slowly turn the corner, in heels and the veil behind her, he seemed frozen. It was the same vision he had when he saw Mom and me entering the Great Room at Mr. R’s for our wedding. It was then that she noticed the photographer and the video camerawoman in the kitchen capturing her arrival. I had managed to book the same women who shot the demonstration videos for Nikki. She had the same thought that we did at our naked wedding, she’ll have these to look at and remember with.

Tim took a couple steps forward to greet her. “My god, Helen. I am nearly speechless by your beauty. You have always been beautiful, but tonight …” He didn’t even know how to finish that. He held her hand, slid the door open, and stepped out onto the patio. Just then, some music started and she saw two very handsome men standing just to the side where the music was coming from. They smiled at her, made their way to the tent, and took seats.

Just inside the tent was an arch created from flowers and white satin cloth. The rows of chairs, three on each side and three rows formed an aisle. We all stood at the sound of the music and saw as she enters under the tent. I had helped her with her outfit and I was still thinking, ‘WOW’. She looked spectacular and from the front as we all saw her as she enter between the chairs, was a naked woman dressed with stocking, heels, waist chain, collar and veil trailing behind her. Her chin was up and her eyes scanned the guests, giving smiles to all of them. Then, I could tell, she was a little nervous and surprised as she saw the Sheriff and a woman who had to be his wife. But I saw him smiling warmly at her and his wife grab his arm in excitement, whispering into his ear. He nodded to whatever she whispered and she nearly seemed to be more excited.

After looking each of the guests in the eye and smiling to them, some getting a small wave, she focused to the front where she saw standing the minister, the very same one who officiated at my first marriage to Tim and my commitment to Cody. This was Tim’s contribution, a man who really knew the words to use to create the atmosphere and intent we were looking for. It was also at that moment that she saw Kaycee, sitting erect and still. He had a large black collar around his neck with the same medal hanging from it that Helen wore. He was a magnificent looking dog and it almost seemed that he understood what was about to happen and his demeanor was patiently waiting for this female to become his fully. A tingle came to my pussy just watching the two of them, their eyes now locked onto each other.

At the front row, she looked at Mom and me and smiled. Then to Harry, Juli and Miss Stella and smiled at them. Tim turned her to him and hugged her, then kissing her on the lips. “Helen, I want you to know how happy I am for you and that I love you so very much. Remember my comments about the mosaic? Do you see how much you have become an integral part of our family now?”

“Thank you, Tim.”

She turned to the front, took a step forward, and stopped. There, on the ground next to Kaycee, was a white leather leash. It was not attached to Kaycee. She wondered what it was for. She stepped up onto the little stage and took her place next to Kaycee and before the minister, who was not in his clergy garb.

And now, seeing her from the back, she was covered by only the single layer of the sheer, lace veil.

The minister looked her up and down and smiled at her. He had been in a very similar situation with us. He looked at Helen and Kaycee, then out to the guests assembled. “Kaycee, Helen, and honored guests.” I saw her shiver and she glanced back at me with a nervous smile. Once again, her name was listed after her dog’s. “We are here this evening to witness a unique commitment. Tonight, we witness this dog and this woman commit their relationship in a very special way that will define their relationship to each other and beyond themselves. I have been assured and completely convinced that they openly and freely of their own will and knowledge enter into this new step. You, their special guests, are honored by them as friends, relatives, and lovers that they wish to share this new relationship in front of. Tonight we witness Helen’s free will submission to Kaycee as his dog bitch.”

There was a sudden murmur throughout the tent. He looked around at the guests and it was hushed into total silence, waiting for what was to come next. They knew what this was going to be about, but hearing it spoken before them took a number of them by surprise.

He turned his attention directly to Helen, “Helen, do you willingly and openly, before these witnesses, of your own free will and without coercion or force of will through emotional or physical threat or action, submit yourself to your dog, Kaycee?”

She lowered herself so she was sitting on her heels in front of the dog and answered, “Yes, I do.”

“Helen, do you also willingly and openly before these witnesses, of your own free will submit yourself to your dog, Kaycee, as his Bitch?”

Still down at his level, she answered clearly for all to hear, “Yes, I do.”

“Helen, as Kaycee’s Bitch, will you submit yourself completely in mind and body, willingly and openly, whenever, wherever, and with any other dog as it seems your mate, Kaycee, so permits?”

Again, clearly and loudly, “I do.” And she kissed his snout.

She stood up again and faced the minister. He was looking at her legs and she knew that he and those of us in the first row, at least, could see that her pussy was leaking so much it was running down her thighs and onto her stockings. She was truly now, a bitch in heat.

Turning them to their witnesses, he stated, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I am pleased to present Kaycee and his Bitch, Helen.” When I stood and applauded, everyone else did, too.

But he wasn’t finished, yet. We, of course, knew what was to come. Helen, however, did not. “Everyone, please, thank you. As you were instructed upon entering the tent, if you would now take your chairs and form a circle around the center of the tent.” There was a few moments of bustle and clanging of the metal chairs. All the while, Helen stood watching it all with a curious look on her face as she tried to determine the purpose of this change. Then the minister took control of the ceremony, once again. “Now if you would again take your seats for the start of the next part of our ceremony.” He waited until everyone was again settled. “Thank you. As you certainly know, it is customary after the vows are exchanged for a kiss to be shared. A kiss is fine for a husband and wife but certainly not appropriate for this committed relationship.”

He bent down between Kaycee and Helen. She saw the movement and was watched him as he picked up the leash. “As a symbolic action, similar to the placement of rings on the fingers of a man and a woman, I clip this leash to Helen’s collar.” He reached around her while standing behind her so everybody present could clearly see him clip the leach to her collar. “I then give the control end of the leash to Kaycee.” He bent forward and put the leash end to be held into Kaycee’s mouth. Helen was watching this, too. And we all saw her shiver. “Kaycee, you may now mate with your bitch”.

You could hear a pin drop. Tim stood and entered the center of the circle. He said one word, “Come”. Even I wasn’t sure if he was calling Kaycee or Helen. It was Kaycee who took the first step, but he was met with a tight leash when Helen didn’t. Then, the damnedest thing happened. Kaycee turned to Helen, dropped his end of the leash, barked once, picked up the leash and proceeded to the center. This time Helen followed slightly behind him.

In the center of the circle, he stopped and Mom rose from her seat and Tim stepped to Helen and gave her a kiss on the lips. Mom moved to Helen and carefully took the bobby pins out that held her veil in place, then removed it and sat back down between Tim and me, holding the veil on her lap.

We all waited. Helen stood with her hand on Kaycee’s head and scanned around the circle. She bent over and kissed Kaycee on the snout and his tongue came out in recognition of the action, followed by hers. She stood, again. As she again look around the circle, “Thank you all for coming tonight. I suppose that sounds strange that I would thank you for coming to see me commit myself to my dog, my lover.” She bent down, he raised his snout to meet her, and they touched tongues, again. “But, the truth is that this is so much more to me than me and Kaycee. I have already committed in my mind, verbally to my family, and to Kaycee in ways that are more meaningful to him than this ceremony. This is about what I have learned here since I escaped my previous life. I have learned about sharing and love; responsibility and commitment; but most importantly, I have learned that real love is meant to be freely given without attachments or conditions and that real love is rewarded with it given back.” She looked at us and then to Harry, Juli, and Miss Stella. “Some of you have become like family to me and we have talked about that and what that gift means to me. Some of you I have known from our little enterprise here, and I hope you have learned something of the lifestyle that I am about to show you in my commitment here. Some of you, I only know a little but you are known to my family.”

She was still lightly stroking Kaycee’s head but he looked up at her, dropped the leash, and gave one more bark. She looked down and smiled at him. Standing nearly naked in the middle of the circle of guests, she concluded, “It sounds like he has heard enough from me for now.” She had a big smile on her face and everyone chuckled, but there was a tension in the air for everyone there was now understanding what was about to happen.

Helen went down to her knees, kissed his snout and lay him on the ground where he raised his rear leg and slightly rolled onto his back. Everyone could clearly see about two inches of reddish pink cock sticking out from his sheath. All the while, she was stroking his belly and now rubbing his sheath. She lowered herself to his belly and kissed, licked and sucked the tip of his cock as it continued to emerge out of his sheath. She deliberately and obviously lowered her mouth onto the cock, taking it completely into her mouth. She exaggerated her sucking to pull her cheeks in, sending a clear message to all watching how hard she was working to make him hard and ready for her. It didn’t take very long. We had kept the two of them separated all day, he was more than anxious to mate with her now that she was again with him and naked.

She crawled around the circle, the white leash hanging from her collar dragging behind her as a reminder to all what she was right now to Kaycee. She turned around in front of her dog so her ass was pointed directly at him, presenting herself. She patted her butt and Kaycee immediately went to her ass, sniffed, licked, and then mounted her. I heard a gasp from across the circle and saw Miss Stella leaning forward, a hand to her chest as she watched her own young lover about to be taken by her dog. Although she knew from Helen’s description earlier, she was mesmerized by actually watching it happen. With her hand between her legs to guide him into her, it took only a few stabs before he penetrated her, all hearing her gasping, and then starting his fast pounding into her pussy. She gasped again and raised her head and seeing the Sheriff and his wife directly in front of her, she holding tightly to his arm and whispering again into her ear. Helen smiled at her and blew her a kiss.

I could see the change come over her as she transitioned from being fucked by her K9 lover to having his knot pressed at her opening. She gasped, sighed, and moaned as she pressed back against his insistent desire to get his knot inside her. She arched her back to change the angle of the pressure at her hole and a murmur of understanding came from those in the group who had personally experienced it and others wanting to understand. When the knot suddenly was inside, she let out a cry of relief and satisfaction and I saw nearly the entire circle was transfixed watching this young woman being so thoroughly mated.

I leaned to Mom and kissed her. “What was that for?”

I whispered back to her, “I love you. I was remembering when you decided to commit yourself to Jackson, though just to Tim and me. That first time after announcing it to us, you were very much like this. Totally absorbed in him, as she is now. All these people sitting around her watching intently and I truly believe that for her right now it is only she and Kaycee.”

It was almost at that moment that she called out, “Ohhhhhhh, yessssss, Kaycee! You are getting so big. Yessssss! Oooooooo … yesss … oh, my … Kaycee!”

I was watching intently for the signs and saw her eyes open at what must have been the first twitches of his cock inside her. Then, “Oh, yes … ohhhh, yesssssss … fill … me … with your … wonderful seed!” She arched her back more, grabbed her own breast, and squeezed hard and her head shot back, bumping Kaycee. Then her head dropped and hung, her hair covering her face but the real signs were her arms and legs. They were shaking and quivering. “Oh, oh, oh … YESSSSSSS! Oh, lover, I am cummmmmming now … tooooooooo. I am … with you … lover.”

Her head and chest dropped to the ground and it was then that I realized that everyone was hushed, awed by the spectacle provided to them by this young woman. And whether they knew her well and loved her, or knew her only slightly, they witnessed something special.

She opened her eyes and she was looking directly in our direction. She gave a weak smile to Mom, Tim and me. Then she slightly lifted her head to look at Harry, Juli, and Miss Stella. From the smiles that came to their faces, I could presume that she gave them the same recognition. She was tied now to Kaycee and would be for at least ten minutes if this was going to be normal for them.

Tim stood and entered the circle but kept some distance from the tied lovers, “Everyone, we have a bar setup, please help yourself to some refreshments while these two are tied in their mating.”

A quiet, almost respectful murmur came from the guests as they walked to the bar. I walked the short distance to where they were tied. Kaycee had turned on her and they were now ass-to-ass. I raised my dress and knelt on the ground next to her. I was soon joined by Mom, Juli, and Miss Stella. Mom and I each gave Miss Stella a firm hand to assist her in getting to the ground. Tim and Harry brought wine to us and I shared some with Helen. Soon we were giggling about the scene we must present. Four dressed women kneeling on the ground sharing a wine with a young naked woman tied to her dog. Several people began milling closer to us. I directed Miss Stella to my other side so she could see Helen’s pussy when the knot came out. She gave me a quizzical look but then it suddenly happen and she gasped, “Oh my Dear Lord! Look at all the …” She looked a little embarrassed as she realized how many people were within earshot of her.

Helen fell to the ground and smiled. She gave me ‘that’ look and moved around to where Kaycee had laid down on his side to clean himself. As she so often did, she pushed her face into his crotch and took over licking him. It was interesting to watch. I simply use my hand to move Cody’s head away so I can clean him, as does Mom with Jackson when she does it. But not Helen, she didn’t learn this from me. As she pushes her face in with his, there are moments when both of their tongues are competing in licking his cock and knot clean of their mixed juices. Then, Kaycee always gives way and lays his head down to allow her to take over. That is what happened now.

When she was satisfied, she rose to her knees and stroked her dog. He raised his head and looked at her; she leaned over and gave him a kiss on the snout. Miss Stella said to me, “This isn’t show is it? This isn’t a game or pretend just to add some kinky sex into your lives. I can see that she really, deeply, loves him.”

I smiled at her and put my arm around her, “He is one of several of her lovers. You included.”

She turned her head to me and looked into my eyes. A soft smile formed and she put her forehead to mine, “You people are wonderful. I love your girl so much. Is that wrong? A woman my age to be so attracted to a young girl like her? She told me that the way your family lives is in love. What she said about freely and openly given and then received.”

“It’s not wrong for you to feel that way. We certainly understand, it’s the way we have felt about her. You’re very important to her, as I am sure you know.”

Just then, we were interrupted by Helen rising to her feet, the leash still hanging from her collar. And, at that moment, the guest erupted into applause and people began coming up to her. Mom was already at her side, insisting that a strong drink was in order. That brought knowing laughs from the others.

Helen walked up to the bar and she was greeted by a very handsome, black man, Jayson. She looked the bartender straight in the eye and ordered her drink, but she couldn’t stop the blush from coming. He looked at her naked body and noticed the shiny fluid along the inside of her thighs. She leaned forward and her breasts were pressed into the bar surface, “You’re Jayson, right? Michele and Tim’s friend from college?”

“Yes, that’s right. That was a very erotic display just now. Thank you for inviting me. I have seen Michele with Cody and I was at her submission ceremony.”

I came up behind her and put my arms around her, pretending to protect her, “Be careful of this one, Helen”.

He put his hands up in mock surprise and we all laughed.

I took her back to mingling with the guests. Over half the people found some reason to touch her somewhere, sometimes innocently, sometimes a stroke of her butt. But she was having fun and so were they. She was the only one naked of all these people and it was still very evident that cum was still seeping from her freshly used pussy. Her dog, Kaycee, followed us around and occasionally pushed his nose into her butt and gave her a lick, undoubtedly attracted by the leaking juices.

It was a wonderful evening, one Helen spent naked among the dressed guests and seemed to pass the embarrassed blushing stage and just enjoyed herself. The drinking was self-controlled and the snacks, though simple, were enjoyed. Somebody found some good dance tunes and several couples, including Tim and Helen, then Harry and Helen, joined them. And, all too soon it seemed, the evening ended. The guests began leaving and we all said our goodbyes. Helen seemed permanently stationed in the front to wish each guest a thank you, all of them receiving a warm naked hug and kiss on the cheek.

I was standing next to her when the Sheriff and his wife came to leave. Helen thanked his wife with a hug and whispered to her, “Call us, if you are still interested. I hope this wasn’t too much for your first exposure.”

“c***d, no! I am so wet right now … Tom is going to get some exercise when we get home.” Helen pulled back to look at her and they both laughed.

The Sheriff was nervous now, “What’s going on between you two?”

Helen went to him and took him into her arms. He seemed a little taken aback for a moment but warmed to the feeling of this naked girl in his arms. He kept his hands on her back, not allowing them to roam, despite every bit of maleness in his body telling him otherwise. He whisper to her, “Helen, I am glad I found you that day you were wandering these gravel roads. You belong out here with these people. You looked wonderful tonight. I can’t wait for us to join this group of deviants.”

Helen chuckled, “There’s always room for a couple more.”

Soon, it was just Harry, Juli, and Miss Stella. And the mess. But that would be taken care of tomorrow. Another reason it is so nice to be in the country, no worries about a mess in the yard for the night. They were about to leave and I intercepted them. “If it’s alright with you, there is something we have been meaning to talk to Miss Stella about and this seems like as good a time as any, if it isn’t too late. We can bring her home later.”

Everyone looked at Miss Stella. “It’s fine by me. I haven’t felt this alive in … well, a long, long time.” We laughed and assured her we wouldn’t test that too much. Helen gave Harry and Juli even better hugs and kisses on the lips. Harry’s hands were not restricted to her back and we all watched as he stroked and kneaded her ass. For her part, it was also clear that she was grinding her pelvis into him.

Juli gave her pretty ass a swat, “Watch it, young lady. You’re getting something started here that I will have to finish.”

Helen was rubbing her butt and gave Harry another kiss, this one with some tongue. “Yeah, like that’s going to be a problem for you.”

We got quiet and waited for the retort but it didn’t come. She walked up to her brother, pressed herself into him, and gave him an equally aggressive kiss. When they finally broke, “Okay, brother, I know for a fact that I need to get you into our bed. Right now!”

We were still laughing as they drove out of the drive to their place next door. Miss Stella took my hand, “It certainly isn’t dull around here”.

As we are headed for the house with Miss Stella, Helen goes into the night with Kaycee one more time. Miss Stella stops at the patio looking into the back and asks, “Where is she going?”

I give her a look and she immediately gets it. “I know I said it before, but she really does love that dog and her commitment to him. It is amazing, really, to know people who feel so strongly about people and everything in their lives.”

Tim sits on the loveseat and pats the space next to him. Mom and I take the chairs opposite them. “Which brings us to the purpose of wanting to talk to you. This is working out even better that Helen isn’t here for the start.” He looks at me but I indicate that he is doing fine. “Miss Stella, you know how important you have become to our girl. Yes, she is a woman, a very independent and competent woman, but she is still thought of as our ‘girl’. We love her and she is also our lover. I know she has expressed to you the troubles she has experienced in her life. The lack of good family models, the total lack of positive support and nurturing. She is hungry in this new life and she is working to change the imprint from the past. She has taken Barb as her mother, Michele as her sister (which is half right), and me as her older brother. We actually like that family feeling. Then she expanded that to include Harry and Juli as her uncle and aunt. These are all positive relationships she has not known. Of course, this is made more complicated because all of us are also her lovers.”

“Harry and Juli, too?”

“Harry and Juli, too. That little display outside wasn’t just a tease, they are quite familiar with each other.” Tim looked at me, again. I nodded for him to continue. “Helen shares almost everything with us. We have few, if any, secrets among us. We know what your relationship is with her and we know how she truly feels about you.”

Miss Stella looked around at us, “Is this about to turn negative? Are you concerned about Helen and me?”

“On the contrary. We couldn’t be more pleased. You see most of Helen’s close relationships are a mix of a need for family and sexual. Everyone I have mentioned that she has created a family identity for is also an intimate lover. We are all very open here and share among ourselves. Her relationships are hers and we only are mindful for her safety.”

“So, this conversation is to …”

“Explain some things to you and perhaps help you understand something she might not have had the nerve to bring up to you, yet. And, before you worry about that statement, it is a good thing. She is a little concerned that a psychologist might say that she is trying to recreate a family and life in the absence of being given one; one that she could have counted on to be loved and to keep her safe. And she might be right about that. But we figure everyone deserves to be loved and cared for and this person has become in effect part of our family and not because we have put titles to each of us. Each one of the people I mentioned has accepted her into their life and have accepted how she feels about them and the role she has put us into from her wants and needs. Michele is the sister she never had, but always wanted. Barb as the mother she should have had, the kind of mother she deserved to have. Me? She originally thought of me as a boyfriend, but I am really her big brother, always there to challenge her, to push her further than she might be comfortable, but always close by to protect her and pick her up if she fell, figuratively speaking. Juli became her aunt who she could always confide in to work things out and to trust would hold their talks private until she has worked it out with us. And Harry, oh, Harry, he has to be the best uncle there could ever be. She can be quiet with him, just be with him and watch him or help him. He’s quiet but he knows so much. He’s showed her how to mend a barbed wire fence, take a horse shoe off, and change the oil in the truck.”

“She knows how to change the oil? I have a job for her someday.” We laughed.

Just then, Helen walked through the patio sliding door. She was still the only one naked. Her stocking were ruined. I called her over, took off her heels and rolled the stocking down her legs, then removed her soiled gloves. They might all be ruined but it was to a good cause. I then sent her to sit with Tim and Miss Stella.

She looks at Helen as they squeeze together on the loveseat. “I love it, this new family you have. I think it is beautiful and so are you. Out of this pretty head of yours and your huge heart, you’ve created a life family that is wonderful and very real.” She gazed at Helen and then looked to Tim, “But you still haven’t said what this is all about, although, I am getting an idea.”

Helen picked it up from here, “See what I mean about a supportive family? They even want to help with this. Okay, I suppose you’re not going to like it. Maybe not, but, hear me out. You said your family all but abandoned you. You’re essentially alone after your husband died. And it’s not just me this time, I don’t think. I never knew a grandmother, much less a great-grandmother. I feel I am being pulled to you rather than me pulling you into a relationship. But, regardless how it is happening it is a relationship I have come to cherish.”

Stella was quiet. Her hands began moving along Helen’s arm resting next to her. She looked deep into Helen’s eyes, “You think I could be a good grandmother?”

“A good one, no.” She now looked deeply into the woman who was touching her so tenderly. “You’d be a great one. You’ve missed out on so much and I have so much need for positive people.”

“You see this as you and me? Something we have between the two of us when we are together?”

“If that’s what you want or are only comfortable with, yes. I’ll take what you will give me. But, Stella, I see you as part of this family, in relationship with not only me but the rest of them, also.”

She looked at each of us in turn, ending again with Helen. She thoughtfully looked at her and it was then that I saw the tears on her cheeks. Helen put a finger up and wiped them away. Miss Stella was still thinking about something but her hands were moving, absently of intention I was sure. They traveled over the girl’s leg, onto her stomach and to her breast. Then, it occurred to her what she had done and she pulled her hand away. Helen retrieved it and put it back onto her bare breast, holding it there with both of her hands.

Miss Stella again looked at us as we watched the interaction between the two of them. “Is this how you all feel?”

Tim put his hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him. “It is. All of us feel this way. By osmosis, perhaps, you are so very important to Helen that you have become as important to each of us.”

She looked into his eyes and saw that he was speaking what he felt. She put her face into his shoulder and her arms around his neck. His went around her back and stroked up and down, holding her tight in his arms when he kissed the top of her head. She tentatively looked up, he took her face in one of his hands, and he kissed her forehead. He lifted her face further and kissed her cheek. He looked into her eyes, but she was only looking at his mouth, his lips. He looked my way and I nodded. He put a finger under her chin, raised her face up, and kissed her, again. This time lightly, briefly, with tremendous tenderness, on her lips.

As they parted, she moved a hand to her lips and touched them. She turned to Helen and shyly said, “I see what you mean about him.”

Tim gently turned her head to him, again. “What do you mean? What about me?”

He looks at Miss Stella, then at Helen. Both seem shy about the reference. Helen finally puts her arms around her older friend as she is still looking into Tim’s eyes, also his lips. Helen doesn’t talk loud enough for me to hear but Tim’s eyes change and he quietly says while looking at the older woman, “Really? But, as I already said, we don’t have secrets here. This will be about all of us.”

Helen is holding her tightly in her arms but her hands are moving and I notice that she is now fondling her older friend’s breast through her clothes. Miss Stella moves a finger up to Tim’s lips, touching them lightly. She moves into Tim, causing Helen to move with her. She gives Tim a kiss this time on the lips and again touches his lips with a finger. She looks hesitantly at me and then at Mom. She leans back into Helen and puts a hand up along the side of her young lover’s face and in the separation from Tim it is very clear what is happening to her. Helen is unabashedly fondling her breasts and Tim is watching. Helen puts her lips at Miss Stella’s ear and whispers something. She then squeezes the breasts harder. Finally, she says loud enough for us to hear, “You have to be the one to ask, Stella. Like I said, he respects you, all women, too much to be an aggressor on a woman he doesn’t know wants him to be.”

I quickly looked to Mom. Could this be true? Helen shares most everything with us but not every detail of every conversation will ever be repeated afterwards.

She is now looking directly at me, and then she shifts to Mom and back to me. “Helen and I were discussing sex, like two girls after we had … after we had … after we had sex with each other. I told her how long it has been for me. I told her that knowing her and being with her, sharing time together, that I wanted to experience more. But … how would a 90 year old get the chance to experience more? I was happy for what I had with your Helen. But, we still talked.”

Helen was not idle with her hands. I now saw what she was doing. I had been watching the face of the woman, not the hands on the other woman. Helen was unbuttoning the front of her conservative dress and had it opened to the waist. Helen’s hands went inside and stroked her bare skin underneath, then over her substantial bra. She looked down at herself, now partially exposed to our eyes, but she only looked at Tim when she looked up. She put one hand on Helen’s, not to stop it moving but to guide it to her breast. The other hand went back to Tim’s lips. I suppose it has been ages since she enjoyed the firm, masculine touch of a man’s lips on her.

“We talked like girls do.” She smiled broadly at that. “Like girls do. That’s the way this one makes me feel. She makes me feel like a girl, again.” She turned her face to Helen, ignoring the hands inside her dress and lightly kissed the cheek of the woman with whom she feels so secure. “So, when I shared that I would like to experience a man inside me, again, I immediately discounted that as stupid. But, this one wouldn’t let it be. Maybe, somehow, I encouraged her. I don’t know.”

Helen propped her up a little, so her back was away from her, “Are you going to do this, Stella?”

“Oh, dear god, yes. If he will have me, I do want to do this.”

“He will, Stella. I know him, remember? But, you need to finish.”

With her propped up, Helen carefully moved the dress top open and down her arms. Miss Stella didn’t resist or object. She pulled one arm and then the other out of the sleeves, sitting now before us from the waist up in only her bra. Tim continued to watch but made no move, just as Helen had assured her, I am now positive. But Helen wasn’t waiting, she was whispering into her ear as she reached out in front and took Tim’s hands and placed them onto the woman’s bra covered breasts.

As Helen started working on the bra hooks in back, Miss Stella hesitantly began, again, “Maybe I encouraged the discussion, I don’t know. I was caught up in the hope, the maybe, and the potential of the sharing. But Helen shared with me that she believed that you, Tim … you … would be ideal for a new ‘first time’ for me. I … don’t know …” at that moment Helen got the last hook opened and she pushed the straps off the shoulders and slowly removed it, exposing the woman’s breasts to all of us. “Oh, god … Helen … Tim … I don’t know what I am doing here … like this … in front of you and your family. But … I do … want you to …”

Tim put a finger to her lips and she stopped. His other hand was on her exposed breast. He lifted it, and then looked at her face, and he smiled at her. He leaned forward and lightly kissed her lips, then more firmly. She gasped into his mouth. He pulled back only far enough for his lips to speak, “I am yours, beautiful woman. I will try to help you experience what you are seeking. You have only one thing to decide right now.”

She was gasping at his lips on hers, his breath on her lips, and his hands on her breasts. “What? What do I have to decide?”

“Is the first time going to be just us alone in the bed? Or, right here with the others to help?”

“The first time? There is going to be more times tonight?”

“This is your experience, Miss Stella. That will be up to you.”

“Oh … you … I … oh … don’t call me Miss, anymore. I think I better be ‘Stella’ to all of you from now on.”

Tim looked deeply into her eyes, “Or, maybe sometimes ‘Grandma’?”

“That sounds i****tuous.”

“Yes, it does. Does that make it somehow even more exciting?”

“Yes … oh, I’m going to hell for sure, but, yes. Is that awful?”

“Not to us, Grandma.”

She moaned and shivered. “Here. Can we do it here and share in the same way I know you all do?”

“You’re part of the family now, Stella. We belong together at times like this.”

He stood up and put his hands out to her. She took hold and he pulled her up to her feet. Her dress top fell to her waist. We all got up from our seats and joined them. Tim bent over and kissed each nipple, licked them and sucked them until they were hard little nubs. She watched him intently as he did it. She sighed and softly moaned. Helen found the last button and opened it. Tim pushed the dress over her hips and it fell to the floor. He straightened up and looked at her standing with her dress pooled around her feet with only her full sized panties covering her. He kissed her, then again.

“I think we will need to take you shopping, Stella. Around here those just won’t do.” He was smiling but she was nearly swooning at how his was handling her. He knelt down in front of her, kissing her exposed body on the way, again paying special attention to her breasts and nipples. At least until he reach the waist band of her panties. She was watching him with a gaping mouth as he continued to kiss her stomach. He hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them, slowly, down her hips, kissing each inch of new exposed flesh. When he exposed her pussy finally, he looked up at her and let the panties fall. “Helen told us that she had shaved you.” She moaned again, not just somewhat aware but very aware that this man was at eye level with her pussy. A pussy not seen by a man in many, many years. He didn’t stop, either. He kissed on the spot, at the top of her pussy and with his hands inside her legs, he pressed outward, encouraging her to open her legs. She did. And he slipped his mouth and tongue inside, seeking her slit. A finger found its way inside and he looked up to Helen who turned and retreated to the bedroom and returned with the lubrication she brought just in case this might happen.

Tim put some on his fingers and rubbed in over them, then reinserted his finger into her pussy, finding her clit and her hole. He penetrated her and she gasped out at the feeling. He put more on his fingers and rubbed it into her pussy. He straightened up and stood before her. She looked at him confused, concerned, uncertain of what was to happen next. It was only then that she realized that Mom and I had already stripped and were standing with them completely naked, like her. She looked at us, looked at our bodies.

I went to her, turned her to me, and took her into my arms. I felt her saggy breasts against me, I pulled her in tighter. I separated just enough to kiss her lips, then again. “Stella, do you want to undress your man? Do you want to discover with your own hands, what you are about to enjoy inside you?”

She looked into my eyes, put her head to my shoulder, and shivered. She kissed my shoulder before straightening up and turning to Tim. She, with nervous, shaking hands and fingers, undressed him. With his shirt off, she fumbled with his belt, clasp, and zipper. I removed his shoes and socks. He stood before her in only his underwear and she stood staring at them. Underneath it was plainly evident that he was hard, his cock straining against the material. She watched her own hand slip into the top of the waist band, watched as her hand encountered the head of his cock. She flinched at the contact, but then replaced her hand and tentatively took hold of it in her hand. She looked up into his face. He had a soft smile, leaned forward and kissed her. She knelt down with a little effort and slid his shorts down and off. She was eye level with the cock I love to suck and take inside me. She just looked at it, touched it. Then, she kissed it, first the head, then down the length. She looked up at him, again. And while watching him watch her, she took it into her mouth.

Tim puts his hands under her arms and pulls her up to stand in front of him. He pulled her into his arms, their naked bodies finally in intimate contact. She seemed to be constantly moaning at the feeling she so desired to once again experience and was now again realizing. He cuped her face with his hands and kissed her deeply, passionately. “Do you have a preference for position, Stella?”

“Ohhhhhhhh … oooooooooo … my … god … oh, listen to me … I … just … want … nnnnnnnnnnn … oh, Tim … please, just make me feel … the way Helen … said she felt … the … first time … you made love to her. Anything, you want … just … I want you.”

He took hold of her hand, kissed it, and led her out of the family room towards the bedroom. Mom said to me, “Five of us in the same bed. This should be intimate.”

He put her onto the bed on her back; he bent her knees and spread them wide. She watched him as he once again put his tongue into her hole, and then flicked it up over her clit making her shake all over again. He crawled onto the bed between her legs, one hand stroking her pussy, the other stroking his own cock. He looked directly into her eyes and we all watched him, “You need more lubricant, Stella. Do you want to put it on my cock? Or, maybe I should have Helen, your granddaughter do it for you?”

Everything he said to her caused her to gasp and moan more. And I remembered the comment Helen made about how he plays with our psychological nature as much as our physical.

“Oooooooooo … you are a wicked man, Timothy.” I smiled at Mom. Another woman besides her to use that name on him. “Ohhhhhh … it sounds so wicked, but, yes, Helen. Helen, I want you to put more lubrication jell on your brother’s cock so he can fuck his grandmother. Oh, my god, what am I saying … but it is so erotic. Please, Helen, please … I need him so badly right now!”

She was already at his side. She bent over, quickly took his cock into her mouth and then kissed his stomach before smiling up at him as she put a dollop onto his cock and stroked up and down to spread it over his entire length.

She almost seemed to be in a world all her own as she continued to repeat the same words, “Oh, please … oh, please …”

Tim moved up further between her legs, bent over, and kissed her lips, stopping her for the moment. With one hand he placed his cock head on her slit and moved it up and down over the length, locating her hole and pressing, gently but pressing. Slowly, he entered her. She gasped and he stopped. “NO! Keep … going … in.” She was moaning. She wasn’t going to last long for her first orgasm.

Tim continued to press and then with about half his cock inside her, he pulled nearly all the way out before pressing back. She moaned loudly each time and each time he went further into her. Then, he pulled out so only the head was inside her, he watched her as she opened her eyes to see what he was doing and he drove it fully into her. She cried out, pulled him down onto her body as she shook and trembled as she came on his cock. And cum she did. And cum she was able to. Not only that, but she came physically with her own lubrication now. She held him tightly to her, her legs going around his waist as if she had been fucking this man for years.

When she relaxed, Tim raised himself and started moving slowly in and out, again. She gasped out, “Ohhhhh, Tim … that feels … so good. I … guess … that was the … first time … you spoke of? Nnnnnnnnnn … you are everything … Helen said … you were. So gentle … so caring … so … loving.”

He smiled at her as he continued to go in and out of her, “Nothing is too good for my Grandmother”.

With the first orgasm out of the way, she was able to enjoy the sensations much more now. She was also much more playful. She playfully slapped his shoulder, “Stop that. Calling me your grandmother while you are fucking me. That sounds …”

“Sounds, what? It sounds nice to me.”

Mom laughed, “He does that to me, too. Calls me ‘mom’ at times like this because he knows it gets me.”

Stella look above her and to the side and found Mom kneeling there. She looked over to me and then to Helen. Three more naked women watching as she was again being fucked by their man. She reach up and touched each of us on the breast. I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, then Mom, then Helen. She smiled at us, “Oh, this feels so good. And, thank you all. But, despite what … hmmmmm … yessssss … despite what Helen said, I … ooooooooo … didn’t really believe you were this way.”

I kissed her breast and sucked on a nipple. Helen took the other one. Mom asked her back, “What way is that, dear?”

“Sharing, at least, this sharing. I am … spread out to your husband and he is deliciously fucking me. And … you are … enjoying … helping him.”

“Maybe you’ll believe your granddaughter from now on.”

“Oh, I will. Oh, even you are doing it to me now with the granddaughter while she sucks at my breast. Oh, Tim, please … I am close, again. How do you do this? I … want to … cum, but this … time I want … you to cum with me. Please.”

Helen and I took her nipples between our teeth and pulled on them, gently chewing in the process. Tim, though, repositioned himself to drive home for the finish. He thrust into her hard and deep, over and over, each time bring groans and gasps from her. For all of her age she still had the strength to lift her pelvis into the air to meet his thrusts and with a final deep thrust, he held himself inside her and eased himself down onto her, causing Helen and I to move to the side. They were both breathing hard but she was relaxed with a contented, warm smile on her face. And as she eased out of her climax and relaxed more, she became very relaxed. The long day, time at the spa with Helen, the ceremony and liquor, and now two orgasms was too much for her. She was asleep.

We didn’t get the chance to ask her to spend the night with us, as was our intention. Now, she would have to. The bed was just a bit crowded with the five of us, but none of us ever seemed to mind be alongside a naked body. We all slept well, especially Stella and Helen who were cuddled together in the middle.

The next morning, Sunday, finds all of us in the kitchen, naked, reading the paper and having coffee when we hear Stella calling Helen. She wants to know if there is a spare robe, but sees Helen coming down the hall naked. I hear her ask, “Is everyone naked?”

“Of course, I told you what we are like here.”

There was a moment of hesitation, then, “Can I be naked, too? I feel so naughty to want to be naked in the daylight with Tim and you beautiful women, but … I want to share what you have here. And, besides, what we did last night …”

“Yes, after last night. Besides, we want you to join us like that, also. Especially, if you’re going to be our grandmother. But, only if you are comfortable with it yourself.”

“The c***dren shall lead the way.”

Helen giggled and took the woman’s hand and pulled her into the hallway. “Come, join us for our Sunday morning coffee, newspaper, and talking time. And, while naked is not a mandatory issue, it is strongly preferred.”

* * * CHAPTER 51A: MARIE COMES FOR A VISIT, PART 1 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.