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Helena?s New Life Part 1 ? Trap is SprungBy Sonya Esperanto [email protected]:Sarah was a wicked spoiled Blonde English girl. Her parents allowed her the freedom to do whatever she wanted. Only at the age of 13, she was traveling all on her own, in mainland Europe. She was in Paris but hated it, since she insisted that the rest of the world speaks in English, even if they are in their own countries. The French hated her, seeing how her chauffeur was driving her around and...
Helena and I is a very long love, slow seduction story to tell. Enough erotic and seductive stuff for a full series.Helena and I, it takes me probably ten to a dozen short stories to present the most memorable erotic episodes.Helena and I, I take the time to sketch the sibling situation, our first fascination for private parts between us two.Helena and I, fast forward to the final sexy sequel, shot on her hidden camera, on our first private trips for...
My first time was not really my first, but it was my first time with a woman an actual woman, not a high school girl, a woman with some skills and talent, who knew how to guide a boy to manhood to show a boy how to please a woman.Her name was Helena and she worked in the convenience store in the small town that I grew up in. The store was not even a big place, but a place where the k**s hung out to get candy, pop, icees and such. Helena was not a super model she was just a Midwestern woman, not...
I was home alone and getting bored, since my lovely wife would spend the weekend visiting one of her girlfriends at a nearer town.I was in the afternoon checking my mail, when I received one from Helena, my sweet wife’s best girlfriend; the sluttiest one…I was really surprised, because that bitch had not spoken to me in many time, after we had fucked like rabbits several times…It was really shocking to watch Helena in an very unusual video. It I could see that bitch playing with her dog Roman,...
That evening after dinner Ana smiled and asked me if I would mind if she and her girlfriend Helena would take a vacation together.I said not at all, knowing I could not take a single vacation day for the next three months. So, my sweet wife had the right to enjoy some days for herself, even in the company of that slutty bitch…But the worst thing was to know that they were planning to go to Barbados. It would be just five nights there; but I knew Helena could fuck a dozen well hung black guys in...
I had starting to date my beloved Victor; but I had been date before with Helena, my sensual girlfriend, my wild partner, my sexy crazy bitch…We both had experienced our bisexual side since we were very young.But now I was deeply in love with Victor; a wonderful man whom I had chosen to share the rest of my life with.I still could not trust him to tell about my ambiguous relation with Helena.Speaking about sex, Victor and I were really like two mechanic fuck machines; we both never got tired of...
Helena and I lost in the hoodMy naughty friend Helena invited me that night to go out with other girlfriends. Our loving husbands were out of town; so, we should never tell them about our girl’s night out…We went to a bar located in the suburbs; a place we had never gone before.After midnight Helena and I were starting to get bored; there we could not find a single man, the music was lousy and the beers were not so cold…We finally said goodbye to our girlfriends and decided to come back home....
The doorbell rang at exactly one minute past 8pm. I opened the door to reveal what Helena meant by casual, and I wasn’t disappointed. It was an unseasonably warm evening for London in June, and Helena was wearing a sleeveless silky orange top and a pair of navy blue shorts, much shorter than one would expect for a woman nearing sixty, but Helena's legs could compare with a thirty-year-old's. A jacket was draped over a large black bag hanging from her shoulder. A pair of navy kitten heel...
MatureMy sweet girlfriend Helena sounded mad when she called me.She told me she was a bit distracted while driving Jorge’s van and she had crashed another car from behind. She claimed it was her fault; but she was worried about the reaction of her loving husband when he would find out about this matter.Helena had only one and just one advantage: her loving hubby was away from town; so she could have some time to fix the matter before Jorge could knew it…I told her to calm down; I would go with her to...
Helena and her dark stallionAna’s girlfriend Helena and her cuckold husband Jorge had bought a farm in the country, not so far from town. During the fall, they invited Ana and me to spend a weekend there.Ana was very happy, because she loves the country life, milking cows, feeding ducks and goose, riding horses. She is a real amazon lady…We spent the Saturday having some riding and walking. We all went to bed early… this time it was Ana with me and Helena with her husband.Sunday morning I woke...
Helena buys a new bedHelena called me that Saturday morning to go to her home. She had bought a new king size bed and the delivery was scheduled before midday.She was home alone, being her nice husband outside of town. She told me she wanted some company now, so, I went to see her.We were in the main sofa kissing and touching each other, when suddenly a knock at the door sounded past twelve o´clock. Helena answered, finding there two nice looking young men, very tall, athletic, muscled and very...
My nice girlfriend Helena called me, saying she was having some troubles with her vagina. Any cock inside caused her a great pain.I joked her, saying her problem was she loved to be used and abused by big black cocks…She laughed at me, saying even my hubby’s cock was causing her pain… So Helena asked me to go with her to see a doctor that somebody had recommended her, to see if he could find out what was going wrong.As we went there, we found the recommended doctor was an old mate from our own...
Helena took a sip of cognac and continued where she had left off. “I could spend hours telling you about my ‘training’ and all sorts of stories about my work for Agence Internationale. However, we can save that for other evenings. I have a feeling that your little friend” - and she rubbed my crotch with her toes for emphasis - “would get overly excited if we went down that part of Memory Lane. “So, I worked for Agence Internationale for many years. While I was not nearly as beautiful as some of...
MatureI was at my office on that late afternoon, when I received a phone call from Helena; my wife’s sluttiest girlfriend. This bitch told me to hurry up to her place, since she was in the mood for enjoying a nice piece of dick as mine…I knew she was bisexual and very often she had sex encounters with my sweet Ana; but her request really surprised me. She was happily married and so, I did not imagine she really was in search for another cock…But I felt curious and my lovely Ana would come home after...
My wife Anita and I went over to her girlfriend Helena`s apartment to visit and have a few drinks with her. My wife and I had been arguing a little bit during the afternoon; so, Anita was giving me the cold shoulder.Helena`s husband was away from town for some days; so, she was feeling lonely and a little bit horny, as she told Ana.As we were having a few drinks and starting to loosen up, some of Helena’s neighbors came over to visit her, knowing for sure he was home alone.The four guys were...
Helena tied up on the bedHelena and me were on a weekend holiday out from the town and of course, out from our dear hubbies…We were having dinner during our second night at the hotel, when she looked at me with her beautiful sexy eyes and said:“I want you to tie me up to the bed, come here to the bar, pick a handsome black man willing to fuck and return to our bedroom with him”.“Sure, baby, why not” I answered really amused…We came back to our room and she got laid on the bed in a sexy pose.I...
Helena taking me to a glory holeHome alone again and bored; until my loving girlfriend Helena called me that sad afternoon:“Ana, babe… let’s go to try a good time at a glory hole…” She said. I replied I had never been in such a place, but she continued:“There is a nasty porn store out on the highway. You go into the back and they have some small cabins. Some doors marked with an X are the ones for girls that want to suck some dick…” My pussy was more than wet by the time Helena came home to...
Helena was a youthful woman fresh out of high school working on the manufacturing line building electronic scales. I was working for the same company as an engineer designing those scales. Trying to figure out how to live a wonderful life. For breakfast I would grab a sausage egg cheese and hash brown burrito off the truck that came by in the morning. It was a fantastic Burrito, must weigh between a half a pound and one pound. I would wash it down with orange juice. I found out later that...
Friday afternoon I was home alone and getting bored. My loving husband was out of town, on a three days business trip.I called my good girlfriend Helena, but she did not answer the phone.I was something strange; so I got my car and went to her home. When I arrived there, her husband Jorge came to open the door.“Well, well, well…“He said smiling… “Look the bitch we have here…” I demanded to see Helena, but that bastard told me my girlfriend was not there. He added that she probably could be...
Helena’s husband trying a hard BBCMy loving girlfriend Helena called me that Friday evening, telling me she was going out of town alone, to visit some friends not so far away.She warned me: “Look after my nasty hubby, but do not fuck him…”I promised her that I would try to stay apart from that dirty son of a bitch…On the other side, my loving Victor was flying away on Saturday morning.So, that Saturday evening I was home alone, when Jorge; Helena’s husband, called me. He was horny and wanting...
The doorbell rang at exactly one minute past 8pm. I opened the door to reveal what Helena meant by casual, and I wasn’t disappointed. It was an unseasonably warm evening for London in June, and Helena was wearing a sleeveless silky orange top and a pair of navy blue shorts, much shorter than one would expect for a woman nearing sixty, but Helena’s legs could compare with a thirty-year-old’s. A jacket was draped over a large black bag hanging from her shoulder. A pair of navy kitten heel...
Helena and me in her garage That morning I had stayed at home while Anita had gone to her office. It was strange to me receiving a phone call from Helena, my wife’s best friend. I asked if Ana was with her, if everything was fine, but then I was surprised when she told me she was alone at her home, feeling horny and looking desperately for a nice hard cock. I could not believe what I was hearing, that sexual goddess talking to me about sex??? I asked her for her husband Jorge, but she said...
Helena and me in her garageThat morning I had stayed at home while Anita had gone to her office. It was strange to me receiving a phone call from Helena, my wife’s best friend. I asked if Ana was with her, if everything was fine; but then I was surprised when she told me she was alone at her home; feeling horny and looking desperately for a nice hard cock.I could not believe what I was hearing; that sexual goddess talking to me about sex???I asked her for her husband Jorge, but she said that...
I met Helena at a party on a Saturday night during early June hosted by Tim and his wife, Emma. Tim is my assistant at work, and he joined my department just as my wife, Mary, was entering the final stages of her losing battle with pancreatic cancer. Tim and Emma were a huge support to me as my world was crumbling, even though they are twenty years younger than me. I could not ask for better friends, and I was really happy that Tim would succeed me as head of my department when I retire,...
Helena took a sip of cognac and continued where she had left off. “I could spend hours telling you about my ‘training’ and all sorts of stories about my work for Agence Internationale. However, we can save that for other evenings. I have a feeling that your little friend” – and she rubbed my crotch with her toes for emphasis – “would get overly excited if we went down that part of Memory Lane. “So, I worked for Agence Internationale for many years. While I was not nearly as beautiful as some...
Introduction: This story was written for a challenge on the XNXX forum, the challenge was to write a story using a famous painting, The Nightmare by Henri Fuseli. This was my entry. Helenas Nightmare Helena slept heavily, her long blonde tresses dangling over the edge of the bed as she sprawled across the double mattress. A groan escaped from her lips as she woke uncomfortably, the feeling of a weight pressing down on her stomach and ribs disturbing her. As her eyes flickered open it seemed,...
My late Mom Marnie and Helena,s Mom Crystal had been girlhood best friends and I think they secret.y hoped Crystals stunning blonde eldest daughter Helena( she had three girls and two boys) would eventually get together. Helena went to a school forty miles from where I was raised in the Midwest, but our Moms were born in the San Juan Islands in Washington, Crystal meeting her husband Lloyd when he was on vacation, my Mom meeting Dad when he was stationed on the island she lived on with the old...
Already told you about Helena RIP who left this earth from stomach cancer twenty years ago. I can truthfully say she was the only true nymphomaniac I fucked in my life. Like the old Martini ad ery she,d fuck or suck Any Time Any Place Any Where. I began to see why she,d been so successful in Hollywood as she had no qualms showing me photos she,d posed for in real hardcore porn where NOTHING was left to the imagination! She continuously begged me to piss on her. So I pissed on her, was amazed...
Julie Bright had a lot of fun in college. She partied hard, studied diligently, and put in lots of hours at the school gym. But now she had graduated. For the first couple of months after graduation, the green-eyed brunette charged her apartment's rent to her credit cards and ignored the student loan bills. She knew she was supposed to look for a job, but she wasn't really sure where to start. On the first day of the third month, she found an envelope marked "Salary" in her mailbox. Inside was...
BDSMHello friends, I am back with one more story, this time it is for you to guess if its fictional or fact. I am going to tell you about my wife, her name is Sneha. She is 5’6” tall and slim with weight of 46 and big boobs of 36 C and looks like a model, not very fair but good features.We have been married for 9 years and she is 34 and I am 36 years old. We have had a very exciting sex life where we have tried a lot of things including exhibitionism as well as having a 3rd person in the room to...
That Tuesday morning I noticed that my sweet secretary Sheila was not dressed in her usual scrubs; but she was clad in a sexy black skirt and a tight fitting white top. I commented that she looked quite sexy. But then she surprised me; as she bent over and showed me her black string with barely covered her dark tight rosebud.After the ordinary Tuesday’s meeting, Sheila asked me if she could have a quick word with me. She walked into the ladies room and pointed me to enter there.As soon as the...
That Tuesday morning I noticed that my sweet secretary Sheila was not dressed in her usual scrubs; but she was clad in a sexy black skirt and a tight fitting white top. I commented that she looked quite sexy. But then she surprised me; as she bent over and showed me her black string with barely covered her dark tight rosebud.After the ordinary Tuesday’s meeting, Sheila asked me if she could have a quick word with me. She walked into the ladies room and pointed me to enter there.As soon as the...
I was lying alone in Helena’s bed after the best sex I have had in many years. In fact, it was the only sex I have had in many years, but it was fantastic by any score! My late wife Mary and I had a wonderful, creative sex life, but we had understandably not been active in bedroom during her losing battle with cancer. Mary apologised over and over for her lack of enthusiasm and even went as far as to suggest that I might want relieve any sexual urges elsewhere as the cancer spread. I wouldn’t...
You are John Doe, a you recently received you PhD in mathematics but your recent depression caused by your girlfriend breaking up with you right after you graduated has kept you out of academia. You have instead been working as a substitute teacher for the local school district. Its not much and it barely pays the bills so you are really desperate to find a new job at this point. You get home after a tiring work day, you are stressed, and its been over a year since you've gotten laid. You plop...
Helena slept heavily, her long blonde tresses dangling over the edge of the bed as she sprawled across the double mattress. A groan escaped from her lips as she woke uncomfortably, the feeling of a weight pressing down on her stomach and ribs disturbing her. As her eyes flickered open it seemed, in the gloom of her bed-chamber, that a small creature was perched on her torso, its eyes glinting. Eyes suddenly wide open, she shot upright. The vision of the creature disappeared. She...
"Okay, kiddo—try not to kill us. Your mom will be pissed at me if you do." Erica had asked Will to drive her to the mall, but her true intention had been to talk him into letting her take the wheel of the BMW. On the way to the mall, he had steadfastly refused, but an hour of shopping had worn him down sufficiently to give in, which had probably been her plan all along. On the way out of the mall, he had tossed her the keys, and now he strapped himself into the passenger seat of his own...
On Thanksgiving morning, disaster struck before Will was even fully dressed. He had slept until eight o'clock, successfully ignoring the noises of increasing foot traffic in the house. When he was finally unable to sleep through the rising sounds of activity in the kitchen, he got up and gathered his toiletries bag. There was a guest bathroom, thankfully, so he didn't have to trek all the way upstairs only to be afforded the possibility to see his brother in boxers and bare-chested—or...
Helena's Turning Part 1 Helena Woodcotte was always careful when she went out for a night on thetown, always making sure she had a good crowd of friends with her in the moredangerous parts of town. She carried a rape alarm and a small stick that couldbe used against an attacker in her handbag. She made sure that she knew exactlywhat she was drinking, and she never went home with strangemen. So how had she come to be here, in a strange man's home, completely withinhis power, and without a...
When the phone rang, Will was deeply asleep. He had no idea how many times the cell phone on the dresser had rung before he was awake enough to climb out of bed. The caller was insistent, calling back every time Will's phone routed the call to voicemail after three rings. Will reached the dresser and stared at the cell phone with bleary eyes for a moment, fighting the feeling of dread that had suddenly settled deep down in his stomach. He glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside...
"Have I been an insufferable prick for the last ten years?" Will asked his mother as they drove across the Memorial Bridge into New Hampshire. It was well before dawn—they had left Augusta at four in the morning—and he had sipped an entire twenty-ounce cup of cappuccino to infuse himself with some caffeine. "Not exactly," Kate answered after a moment of consideration. She gave him a guarded look, but there was the faintest hint of a smile playing in the corners of her mouth. "But kind...
"You can't spend another week in Knoxville, Will. You have a speaking engagement at Brandywine in Burlington on Monday morning, remember?" "Brandywine College." Will closed his eyes momentarily, suppressing the urge to slap his forehead. "Shit, I completely forgot about those people. I'm sorry, Megan." "I could cancel for you on short notice, but they'd want their speaking fee back." Megan had been his publicist for the last seven years, and Will had developed the ability to...
"Did you really come back to Knoxville just to go on another date?" Erica asked as they pulled out of the driveway. "I suppose I did," Will admitted. "I was going to make something up about some college speech, just so your dad wouldn't be able to make fun of me, but then I figured he'd want to come and listen to it." He glanced at Erica and saw that she regarded him with a cryptic little smile. "Why do you ask? Is that such a weird thing?" "No, no. Not at all. It's just...
The speed limit on I-75 in northern Tennessee was seventy-five miles per hour, which was precisely five miles less than the top speed of Bob's geriatric truck. Will drove almost all the way back to Knoxville with the gas pedal firmly pressed to the floor, and only the slow traffic just before the downtown interchange forced him to take his foot off the gas. "I should trade this piece of crap in on a real car while your dad can't protest," Will muttered when they pulled into the parking...
The next morning, Will saw Claire off to work, and then requisitioned her vacuum cleaner to do some final clean-up work on Bob's truck. Like polishing a turd, he thought as he laboriously cleaned the nooks and crannies of the old Dodge, sucking a motley collection of coins, ancient French fries, and other debris into the refuse container of Claire's bagless vacuum. It's not like they're going to allow more than the junkyard value of this thing on the trade. It turned out that he had...
In early April, Will hired a real estate agent out of Bangor to put the house in Ellsworth on the market. He had tossed around the idea of selling the place since Claire's tentative agreement to move north together, and he made the final decision when he realized that he hadn't been back to his own house in over two months. The bills were paid by automatic deduction from one of his accounts, and he could have afforded to keep the place empty for an indefinite amount of time, but he wasn't...
Eighteen Months Later "How's Erica liking her graduation present?" Bob asked, speaking up to make himself understood over the noise coming from the other end of the phone line. "Oh, she loves it," Will replied. "What do you think? We had to extend our stay in Paris for two days because we sort of underestimated the size of the Louvre. You should have seen her--it was like locking a toddler in a candy store." "I can imagine," Bob laughed. "What's all that noise in the background?...
Ana And I had decided to make some improvements at home.But that afternoon I had to attend a meeting at my office and I would not be able to be at home to discuss some changes with the contractor.He was a rude black man, a little bit intimidating and the first time he had met Ana, he had gotten her flustered…Then I had I told him I was on the verge of firing him if he treated Ana like that again. I had explained my wife all changes; so she could be there to treat with that man.Just to make sure...
Sunday morning, Stacy moved a little gingerly around the kitchen thinking she'd prepare breakfast. I swung into action and had her sit so I could take over. She sat down slowly and carefully. Stacy had even been walking kind of funny when we got home the night before, to relieve the babysitter. I had settled with Melissa while Stacy sort of hid so her slutty façade wouldn't be seen. She made me laugh. She'd been dressed – barely, but she still had cum in her hair, and carried the...
"What do you mean, 'I'm not coming?' It's Thanksgiving, Will. You've never missed Thanksgiving with us." His mother sounded positively indignant, as if he had proposed to cancel the holiday season altogether, but he was prepared to make his case. "I am not interested if it's at Bob's place this year, mom. Why can't we do it over at home just like every damn year? Bob doesn't even have the space to put us all up for the night. I'm not sleeping on a camping mattress again, and...
Will's little travel alarm clock went off at six in the morning, and he silenced it swiftly before it could wake up his mother sleeping in the guest room next to the living room. He raised himself from the couch and ambled over to the bathroom, where he opted for a quick and quiet cat wash in the sink instead of a shower. When he left the bathroom, the kitchen was lit, and he could hear someone rummaging around in the cabinets. He finished dressing and then went over to investigate. "Mom,...
Claire's place was a small single-level brick house in the suburbs, on a street not too different from Bob's neighborhood. There was a small covered porch, and a tiny strip of garden right underneath one of the windows where Claire was growing a variety of kitchen herbs. The front lawn was as modest as the rest of the place; Will guessed that it probably only took a half dozen passes with a push mower to traverse the front yard. The other houses on the quiet cul-de-sac looked like they had...
"So this is it?" Claire asked. They had turned into the entry gate of a condominium complex, an expensive-looking property with a ten-foot high cast iron fence surrounding it. The gate itself was automated, and it only gave access to the community through a key card or a resident's electronic go-ahead. Will pulled up to the visitor gate, where a large computer screen displayed a long list of last names and condo numbers. "Yep, this is the place," Will replied. "I think it's way too...
They spent the next few days taking turns holding vigil at Bob's bedside. Will had ceded the spare bedroom in Bob's house to Kate, and taken up quarter at Claire's place instead. There were usually two people by Bob's side at all times, and when New Year's Eve came around, they all gathered in the ICU together. The doctor had upgraded Bob's prognosis to a cautiously optimistic one earlier in the day, and they allowed themselves a little levity, putting on party hats for the midnight...
"Oh, my God, it's really him!" Will heard the exclamation halfway across the café as he crossed the room to where Claire, Libby, and a dozen other women were sitting around a joined cluster of tables. Each of the women had a book and a café beverage in front of her, and fourteen pairs of eyes were suddenly on him. There was an empty chair next to Claire, and he strolled over and sat down. "Good evening, ladies," he said. The women all beamed at him, and there were some gasps when he...
Bob came home from the rehab hospital three months to the day of the robbery. It was a pleasant and unseasonably warm afternoon in late March, made all the more sunny to the Liebkind family by the fact that Bob walked from his room to the waiting minivan without any assistance save that of a sturdy hospital crutch. The paralysis of his left side was very much in evidence—he dragged his left foot, and his gait was laborious and unsure—but two months under the tutelage of a very skilled and...
When Will pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall behind the two police cruisers, the flames were already high enough to light up the night sky. Claire let out a little groan when she saw the thick smoke billowing from the front of her store. When they got out of the car, they could hear the fire alarm in the front of the store screaming furiously. "Stay back, please, ma'am," one of the deputies warned her as they approached the store front. "There's nothing in there that's worth...
Jason Fremont calmly sipped his beer. Bouncing his foot casually he flipped through the TV, looking for something to watch, not really interested in watching anything, just trying to find a way to kill time. Glancing at his watch he noticed that it was almost 6pm. "Hmm.. going on 4 hours now." He thought to himself. Flipping off the television, he set the remote on the living room stand and started heading to the basement, whistling a tune as he went. Opening the basement door, the...
Beasts Are Better by Richard Long Chapter 1 "Here, let me do it." "Yeah, you know how to get a cock hard, just rub it over that honey hole of yours, baby, and I'll ream it out good for you!" Eileen Tremaine reached down to grasp Hank Barstow's flaccid cock as he knelt between her widespread thighs and leaned over her prostrate body. As she did, she cursed herself for having delayed the exciting moment; she had had him firm and hard while she had been mouthing...