Chapter 3

When I arrived for my next session there was an older woman behind the desk in reception.

“Oh, where’s Tina?” I asked her, taken by surprise.

“I think she took a duvet day,” she answered. “I was sent by the agency. Are you Lucas Bradley?”

“Yes.”

“Mrs. Anderson said that you should go right in.”

Helen was standing in the middle of the room when I went in. I smiled at her, turned around, and shut the door behind me. Then I locked it.

When I turned back I looked down at her crotch and raised an eyebrow. Helen used a single hand to slowly raise the front of her skirt. I frowned and pouted as the gusset of a pair of bright red panties came into view.

“Sorry, Lucas,” she said, sitting down on the couch. “Shall we get going?”

Obviously, I was very disappointed: I’d never misread anyone quite so badly before.

I paced around as I spoke. “I’m not sure what else to tell you. There were some girls around my age, mostly hand jobs ... and I got to kiss some pussies. I do love the taste of pussy.” I drifted off a bit as I remembered some of them. “And making girls cum,” I added wistfully.

I’d wandered around to the front of the couch and Helen looked up from her notebook and nodded encouragingly.

“I think maybe girls were talking about me at school because later on, older girls seemed interested in me. They were more ... accommodating, lots of blowjobs and sex...” again I paused as memories flooded back.

“What about the English teacher ... Mrs ... erm...?” She shuffled through her notes.

“Mrs. Morrison,” I told her. “I was daydreaming during one of her classes, fantasizing about fucking her and getting myself all worked up. She came walking around the class as we discussed the book we’d been reading, and she stood just behind me for a long time. When I glanced up over my shoulder, she was looking at my lap.

“When she dismissed the class, she asked me to stay back, saying it was about my last essay. As I stood in front of her, she couldn’t stop looking at my groin. I’d gotten a B plus for my last essay so I was pretty sure that wasn’t what she wanted at all.”

“I moved behind her and began to rub her shoulders, like this,” I told Helen, gently massaging the muscles of her shoulders.

“At first, she seemed tense, then I felt her begin to relax and I moved up to her neck. There’s something about the curve of a woman’s neck that I love. Yours especially, Helen, is quite lovely.”

Looking over Helen’s shoulder I could see the rise and fall of her breasts, faster now. I leaned down and brushed my lips over her neck, just below the ear. “And then I kissed her neck and I could feel her trembling under my hands, a little like you’re doing.

“As I nibbled her earlobes, I inched my hands downwards until I began to feel the softness of the top of her breasts. To be honest, I was expecting her to stop me, but she didn’t.”

Helen’s nipples were very erect now, and her breathing was rapid. I took that as a good sign and slid my hands even lower, cupping her breasts. “She didn’t stop me when I did this either,” I whispered into her ear.

They felt awesome, as firm as Janice’s, and nearly as large as Linda’s. I adored the way her erect nipples dug into my palms.

“I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that I was already late. I was torn: I wanted so much to carry on, but Mom had warned me they’d be hell to pay if I kept her waiting. I undid the top two buttons of her blouse, like this, and slipped my hands inside, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples hard between my fingertips. ‘I’ve got to go now, Ma’am, but we could carry on tomorrow ... It would be lovely if you didn’t wear any panties for me though’ I whispered to her. I felt her take a deep breath and she turned her head, maybe to object, so I kissed her. For a moment she seemed to struggle, and then she kissed me back.”

“You seem to like that,” Helen interrupted, seemingly ignoring my hands caressing her lovely breasts and squeezing her nipples. “Getting women to go around with no underwear on.

“Yeah, I love it,” I told her. The fact that I’m the only one that knows ... and that she’s done it just for me.” I replied, before nuzzling into the nape of her neck again.

I moved one hand very slowly lower, over the soft curve of her belly. I’d just felt the edges of a neatly trimmed bush when Helen put her hand over mine. “No, Lucas,” she said softly. I pulled both my hands away, surprised and very disappointed. I went and sat in her chair, my head bowed.

“How are you feeling, Lucas?” she asked quietly.

“Sad,” I admitted, “and confused. I thought you wanted to. I was sure. I wanted to make you happy.”

“I’m not immune to your charms, Lucas. But just because I want to, doesn’t mean that I’m going to.” She paused for several seconds. “How do you feel about your other ... conquests?”

I looked up at her, quite hurt. “Conquests? It’s not like that at all,” I objected. “When I see that look in a girl’s eyes, excitement and sometimes a little hope, all I want is to make her feel good. A girl, so aroused that she’s trembling in my arms, is just the most wonderful thing. And when they cum it’s ... it’s ... magical.”

“And when you cum?”

“That’s lovely too, of course, but it’s not the same. When a girl cums it seems to take her over, she loses all control, is so vulnerable and beautiful, and is the happiest thing on earth. How do I feel about them, Helen? I love them. I love them all.” My head dropped again and I looked back down at my feet, miserable that Helen wouldn’t let me do that for her.

I heard the couch creak as she got up, and then her bare toes appeared in my line of sight. As she shuffled closer I could see her feet; round her ankles were her panties.

I looked up at her smiling face. “You’re a very special boy, Lucas,” she said very fondly, as she unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. “Never, ever change.”

I gazed rapturously at her lovely pussy, the neatly trimmed triangle of fur doing nothing to hide her full and beautifully wrinkled lips that were already glistening with her wetness. She cupped my head in her hands and pulled me forward. As always the first taste was a wonderful surprise: Helen was salty and kind of buttery and very, very musky! I devoured her like a wild animal, my hands mauling her full, luscious ass. She was wonderfully vocal, moaning when I licked a spot she particularly liked, spreading her thighs around my head and pulling herself open so that I could lick and tongue every hot pulsating inch of her.

When I felt her legs begin to tremble and her movements started to become uncontrolled, I concentrated on her clit, sucking it gently between my lips and fluttering my tongue over it. Her gasping cries became more and more frantic and I thought she might tear my hair out by the roots as she came. The cheeks of her ass tensed and quivered quite beautifully in my hands as I tenderly lapped at the cream flowing freely from her quaking vagina.

“Dear God, bless you Janice!” she gasped as she struggled out of her blouse and bra and I almost tore my clothes off in my own haste to get naked.

She stood before me, naked and magnificent, her breasts still heaving and her eyes fixed on my groin.

“Fourteen years old,” she said softly, seemingly to herself. “But nothing will ever leave this room.”

“Nothing,” I agreed fervently, still awed by her beauty.

I held my breath as she put first one knee up on the seat next to me, and then the other, straddling me, her pussy inches from the tip of my cock and her nipples inches from my lips.

She grasped me firmly in one hand and then I groaned as she used the tip to masturbate with, rubbing it over her hood before pulling up on her mons and rubbing it right on her clit. I laughed out loud in sheer delight as she began to fuck my pee-hole with her clit.