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It’s odd how people bond sometimes. I am a man rapidly approaching middle age and my best friend for the last ten years or so has been a lesbian. I am nearly fifteen years older than she, only seven years younger than her father.

That I was her best friend there was no doubt as it was me she called at three AM on a Saturday morning to come bail her out of jail. Her former lovers new girlfriend had taunted Helen at a bar causing her to do considerable damage to the new girlfriend, and minor damage to a bouncer. Not that Helen was a formidable specimen, she was small of stature and weight. But she was a redhead.

I took care of her bail and took her to my home, I did not want her to spend the night alone. The love she lost was the third such disaster in four years. Helen had again gone past the self-preservation mode and thrown herself wholeheartedly into the affair. After her latest betrayal she had apparently reached her limit of her hurt that night. She had hugged me tightly when I met her as she was released but did not say a word on the ride home.

I sent her into the shower while I fixed sandwiches and hot chocolate for us. I heard her come out of the bathroom and called to her. She joined me in the kitchen after a minute wearing one of my t shirts. We ate mostly in silence, her face alternating between helpless despair and anger. After putting things away I took us to bed. I had a one bedroom condo and a queen size bed. I had a sofa bed but decided I still did not want her out of my sight. Her mood scared me.

We settled in bed and I quickly molded my body to her back and put an arm around her. I kissed her cheek. I told her I loved her.

Suddenly she was wracked by sobs. She tried to flee the bed but I held on to her and turned her to me so she would literally have a shoulder to cry on. Amid the sobs she vented her frustrations, regrets, anger. Her rants continued for nearly an hour, her tears for half an hour after that. Eventually she was drained and fell asleep in my arms. I dozed off soon after.

A creature of habit I was having my morning coffee at 7 AM that morning. Helen was in deep slumber. She needed it. I dressed and called a cab. When it arrived I picked up Helen’s keys and went to get her car. When I returned she was still asleep. Going without sleep was a skill I had lost years before so I undressed and crawled back into bed with her.

I awoke when she stirred, it was noon. I only wore boxer shorts to bed. My dick was out and hard, jammed between Helen’s ass cheeks, looking for a pussy it sensed was near. Helen had worn only my T shirt to bed and it had crawled up to her waist during the night. She was awake.

“That thing better not be thinking it can crawl into any hole of mine” she said.

“Don’t mind it. Even though it has a head in does very little thinking.”

Helen giggled but did not move away. My dick jumped.

“Tell it to stop that.”

“Leave her alone you thoughtless monster” I told it.

“I see your hand does very little thinking too.”

My hand had crawled under the shirt and was gently caressing a fine tit.

“Oh, no. I meant to do that. I’ve always wanted to.”

She giggled and pulled herself away just enough to lay on her back.

“Damn I wish you were a woman sometimes.”

“I wish you were a woman too” I said.

That won me an elbow in the ribs and a bite on the shoulders. A short wrestling match later her body lay partially over mine and we were in a soft embrace. I kissed her softly and said, “Lets do lunch.”

“Afraid of me huh? You pussy.”

“No. You pussy. Me dick.”

That got me pushed off the bed. Eventually we dressed and I took her out to lunch. She was in a much better mood than I expected all day. I took her to a seafood restaurant by the sea. We walked on the beach. We ate ice cream.

It was late afternoon by the time we made it back to my condo. I took a shower while she made up the bed. I ordered pizza and a Directv movie while she took a shower. We settled on the sofa to watch the movie and eat pizza, drink cold beer. Me in my boxer shorts, she in my t shirt. A perfect Saturday night between buddies.

I had ordered a romantic comedy, thinking to keep her mood light. I did not know the film had racy sex scenes throughout. Soon the pizza was forgotten and we were taking large gulps of our beers. Thank god for Tivo and I was able to take trips to the fridge to replenish us.

On one such trip, as I was placing Helen’s beer in her hand, my dick jumped out of my shorts. She made little notice of it but did look. After all, she had seen it and felt it that morning. When I sat I decided to let my cock get some air. It had been suffocating in my shorts. I left it out. Helen did take note of that and raised her butt off the sofa pulling the t shirt to her thighs. My dick saw her shaved pussy and jumped.

“Tell that thing to not get its hopes up,” Helen said as she traced her pussy lips with her finger.

I began to assuage my disappointed cock as she lost herself into her own masturbation. As time went by I found myself looking a lot more at Helen and she spent more and more time looking at me. I saw her eyes flutter and her body tense. She groaned so deeply, so loudly, that it seemed impossible that such a sound could come from such a small body. I watched in awe as a second then a third orgasm followed the first. It ended with a gasp for breath.

I had been so fascinated by her orgasm that I had stopped masturbating. Helen had recovered enough to give me and my dick a plaintive look. I resumed stroking and, probably because of Helen’s intensive gaze, I was soon erupting on the carpet, my leg, my hand. I had to take my own gasp for breath.

“Men are such slobs, so messy,” Helen said on her way to the bathroom to get a towel.

As soon as she returned I pointed out the very wet spot on my sofa. “Speaking of messy people” I said.

She started to wipe that up first but I stopped her and said, “Wait, wait a second,” as I buried my nose in the cushion and sat up with a smile, licking my lips. Helen jumped on me and tried to bury my face in the cushion. In the ensuing wrestling her juices and my cum became smeared on both of us.

We came to rest with her on my lap. I kissed her tenderly. I had kissed her often over the last ten years and many kisses were lip to lip but, this was the first soft, lingering kiss between us.

As she hugged me she said, “watching you was neat. That was the first dick I have ever seen erupt. Had you masturbated for women before?”

“Yes, it seems to be a standard request. Have you masturbated for women?”

“Yes, it seems to be a standard request,” she said with a smile.

“I loved watching you. Feel free to masturbate in my presence anytime,” I said. We needed a shower. “You want to go first?”

“Together” she answered as she pulled me up from the sofa.

We bumped into each other in the shower often but neither took liberties with the others body. She liked the water hotter than I was comfortable with so I did not linger. I did kiss her again as I stepped out.

I put the pizza in the oven and wiped the evidence of our session from all surfaces. I had not put on any clothes and when Helen rejoined me she was nude as well. She had two towels and placed them on the sofa.

I hated to tell her about old men but said, “Sweety, it is highly unlikely I will need the towel again tonight. One of the penalties of getting old is the extended recovery time. I have in fact have become jealous of women’s sexuality. Multiple orgasms and fast recovery for just women is just not fair.”

“Poor old man. But you did say I could do it anytime. We have not seen half the movie. I’ll try not to distract you from it. Pretend there isn’t a beautiful naked woman sitting next to you with fingers in her pussy.”

“Right” I said.

I pressed the button on the Tivo and for a while we were content to just watch the movie. After the pizza had been consumed I paused the movie again to get rid of the box and crumbs and replace our beers. We settled on the sofa closer to each other than we had been previously. Our thighs were touching.

When the movie reached the climactic romantic love scene Helen put one leg over mine and began to tease her clit. I had already lost interest in the movie so I turned to her side and watched her. My dick was still too groggy to be aware of the vision beside me. I was fine with that, I really did love watching her.

Her speed on her clit increased. Two fingers on her other hand were buried deep in her pussy. Without thinking I reached for a tit and rolled the nipple between my finger and thumb. “Harder” she said.

I complied while putting an arm behind her shoulder, leaning over and nibbling gently on her neck. I felt her orgasmic groan before I heard it. As she lost control she turned her face to me and I covered her mouth with mine. Our tongues met and slid past each other. I felt her spasms on my thigh. I softened the kiss until she pulled back for a gulp of air. I hugged her to me and kissed her cheek, her ear, her neck. She slumped against me with a sigh. She was shaking.

“I have not had a cum that intense in ages, ” she said.

“I haven’t seen a cum that intense in ages,” I said.

We held each in silence for a while until Helen stood and said, “I’m going to bed. I am exhausted.”

I cleaned up and put her pussy juice soaked towel in the hamper. By the time I crawled into bed with her she was in deep sleep. I kissed her cheek and her shoulder as I molded my body against hers. I slept soundly.

I was awakened by the soft touch of hands on my groin. My eyes found Helen sitting by my hip, inspecting my balls.

“Good morning. Just looking. I have never had the chance to look at these things before. The only dick to fuck me was at the prom and I never saw it. I was wearing a formal dress and we were in the back seat of his twin sisters car. She was in the front seat getting fucked too.

Lost my virginity twice that night. When the guys dropped me off the sister followed me out of the car. She told her brother we were having an after prom slumber party and simply followed me into the house. My parents were asleep in their downstairs bed room so we tiptoed up the stairs to my room. I had no sooner closed the door when she pulled me to her and kissed me passionately. I was returning her passion in a millisecond.

We undressed quickly and I soon her naked body under mine. I feasted on her tits. I loved the feel of an aroused nipple in my mouth. I rubbed my face on her pubic hair. I kissed her pussy lips. It was intoxicating.”

By this part of the narrative my cock was as hard as ever, Helen was straddling my thighs, her pussy over my balls. She was slowly masturbating my cock as if it was hers.

“Her name was Clara. She knew she was gay by the time she was fifteen. She knew I was gay before I did. She had steered her brother into taking me to the prom. She told me that we would lose our virginity that night in more ways than one. Now I understood what she meant.

I was so proud I could get her off again and again. I wanted my mouth at her pussy forever. She pushed me away eventually, telling me she had no pussy left, that I had eaten all of it. I kissed her lips so she could taste herself. Taste pussy. She wanted to taste mine.

She did not eat me up as I had done hers. She made slow gentle love to my pussy. She brought me to the edge of orgasm then pulled back just enough that I teetered on the edge then fell back. I was begging her, pleading with her to please finish me off. She suddenly picked up speed. Her lips clamped down on my clit as she plunged two, then three fingers in my cunt. I felt a finger go into my ass. I came so hard I really did see stars. I may have blacked out. I was trembling.

When Helen described her journey to orgasm for Clara she acted out the narrative on my dick. She was stroking me slowly when Clara was eating her slowly. When Clara picked up the pace so did Helen. When she described I finger going into her ass I felt hers invade mine. When she described her explosive cum I erupted into mine, my most satisfying in years.

I was coming back to Earth when I noticed Helen was finishing off a cum of her own. She was still stroking my dick and saw that her clit was rubbing against the underside of my cock. She had masturbated with my dick.

I reached for her and pulled her up to me, smearing the cum covering her chest and mine. As her pussy slid past my dick its head briefly plunged in.

“Can’t you get that thing to behave?” she said before kissing me.

My dick was unconscious so it never knew its goal had been accomplished.

“So what happened after Clara finished getting you off?”

“She came up and after kissing me fiercely she said that was the most beautiful moment in her life. I knew it was the most beautiful moment in mine.

We remained lovers until the second semester of our freshman year in college. By then our lust for each other had cooled so we started out to seduce as many other girls as we could.

One of those girls could not accept her experience with us. She had orgasm after orgasm for us. She ate both of our pussies. She kissed us passionately on her way out of our dorm room. But she could not accept being a lesbian. She confessed her distress to her mother, who called the dean, who called my parents, and my father has not welcomed me home since.

Clara was forced to switch school and I have not seen her since.”

I kissed her tenderly. I had guessed the cause of the rift between her and her father. I was happy that her mother kept up their relationship. I also knew why her mother so anxious to fuck me. I was being rewarded for being a father figure to her baby.

Some father figure I was now. Her daughter draped over my naked body, just as naked and sticky with my cum.

Actually, I thought, if she had been here the whole weekend she probably would have understood and approved. I liked Helen’s mother a lot and she had been the only married woman I had ever knowingly fucked.

“You are thinking of when you fucked Mom, aren’t you?”

“How do women do this? ” I though. I remained silent.

“She loved fucking you. She may even love you . She and Dad have been separated for four years now. There is no chance of they getting back together. Why don’t you take her to some isolated resort on the Mexican Gold Coast for a week. That should be enough to tell you two something. Anyway, wouldn’t it be fun to have a step daughter that is you jack-off buddy?”

By the time Helen finished her last outrageous statement I had decided a week away with her mother was a damn good idea.

Helen placed her lips on my neck and said, “Mom told me that when I decided I wanted to try cock again it should be yours.”

Helen wiggled her butt downward and the head of my dick again parted her pussy lips.

“How long before this thing works again?” she asked.