Chapter 6" part. 2: the cow moose
Helen was always somewhat of a prude, she's the shining example of a good 60's housewife, and a good 60's woman over all. She's what every other woman in the town pretends to be, from a Glance she doesn't seem to much different. Religious, married to your average 9 to 5 cookie cutter 60's Era husband, and in possession of strong moral connections that suffocate her and everyone else in possession of them. But Helen has always had apart of herself That she hides away from the rest of the world, a collection of "shamefully urges" that she tucks away in her psyke to boil and concentrate Sometimes she looks out on the horizon to see the shining beacons of an unreachable heaven, to reach out as if to touch it, and she thinks to herself if only my hands were as long as the woman across the street
Today was a somewhat boring day, a sleepy Saturday which was spent mostly by lounging around the house, maybe making a meal or two (as rosy only really cleans), the only interesting thing to happen today was that she caught word from the neighbor's of some godless orgy taking place tomorrow, it's the talk of the town. But other than that nothing really has happened, feeling lazy Helen decides to make some cookies for everyone to share, but she's short on supplies so she decides to go to the store to get them. It doesn't take too long to get them so she gets home in about 25 minutes. Walking in the house she calls out that she's home… no response, confused She calls out again… still nothing, she starts to call out individual names "GWEN? ISSIAH? ROSALA?". getting no response she begins to search for them, looking in the loving room, then the backyard, and then the hall ways. From one room, Gwen's room she hears a noise, she cracks the door to peak in to see what's happening, only to be assaulted by a scene to vulgar for she pure brain to handle. Her darling daughter's boyfriend in her cleaning lady's ass, and under them, her Precious darling daughter lapping up another woman's pussy like a thirsty dog lapping up the only bit of water they've seen in days. It was as if her very being was going to rip apart, as the seams of what she thought what was began to unravel, she wanted to barf or barge in and stop it all. But all she could do is stare as (unbeknownst to her) her hand slowly moves to her crotch, her head started to feel light as she watches the scene, entering a kind of daze, watching issiah pump In and out of her ass like a jack hammer. Her hand started to rub herself, watching the scene unfold, the motion and topic of it luring her In like a hypnotic spiral, some part of herself knows the vulgarness of the situation. But it's cries are silenced by a deep, booming voice erupting from the very center of herself, silenced and suppressed for so long, it's very presence overcoming her like a phantom possessing a young girl in a horror film. Making her fall to the same base desires that the people she's watching are falling to, the same base desires she so denounces and claims to be above, but here she is, her hand pleasuring herself to the taboo doings of her daughter and her boyfriend. Her hand circling around her pussy lips like a vibrator, as issiah plunges his cock in and out of her cleaning lady, holding her in the air with seaming super human strength, rosy's flesh clinging to his cock alittle bit as he pulls out in preparation to plung it back in. Gwen's dog like licking, lapping up every drop of liquid leaving rosy's supple pussy. It's all so much for her, the scene clouds her mind like a black cloud dominating her mind. Her index finger breaks through the barrier of her pussy lips, soon joined by her middle finger, joined in a single uniform motion. At the same time the scene off the room starts to ramp up in intensity, issiahs cock ravaging rosy's innards even more, Gwen's mouth becoming ever more greedy. The scene climbs with intensity from there, building and building like a bucket of water, and with it the intensity of her hands builds as well, her fingers desperately inserting in and out of her. And it all culminates in one moment of flashing intensity all at once, and she follows suite, cumming along side them, making a wet patch on the carpeting. And it all dies after that and with it the daze over Helen disputes, realizing what she's done a wave of shame over comes her, as she takes her hand out of her pants and moves to the bathroom to clean up. Moving quickly to her room to use her personal bathroom, as she washes her hands she looks down so as not to look at herself, but she eventually looks up at herself out of curiosity, to find that tears have been falling from her eyes the entire time. Not a dramatic bawl but instead a pitiful drizzle of shame, looking deep into her eyes and running mascara she gives an exhausted sigh as she dries her hands and moves to grab a new pair of clothes, setting them on the toilet and draping a towel over them so they don't become wet. She turns the shower knob setting it to somewhere around the hot section, she waits a moment for it to get hot, to then remove her clothes. She stands still for a moment to let her hair and body to get wet, and as the hot water runs over her body a feeling starts to overcome her, starting small like an undertone of an orchestra, growing louder and louder to bring itself to the forefront. And as it overtakes her once again a memory comes with it, a sunny Saturday 18 years ago when her and Bob were young 20-somethings, they had just arrived in Kyoto for their honeymoon, and after a long flight they began to rest in the hotel that they had rented. As she recollected her hand once again began to move to her slick wet pussy, beginning to rub herself once more. The couple entered their room and hellen immediately went to rest on the bed, while Robert focused on preparing the things they brought, "honey, you must be tired… c'mon you've had a long trip come lay down with me" she whines "well… I guess your right" he agrees, moving over to the bed and laying down to his wife. She turns over to lay her arm on him "babe, were married now, you know what that mean~" she purrs running her hand down his chest. "Heh I think I do" he chuckles leaning over to her to give her a kiss, she takes his lips without hesitation pulling him on to her, but instead of resisting he takes her in without a second thought, moving his hands to the knot holding her dress together untying it and removing it, like wise she began to button his white dress shirt and then remove it, then moving to his pants removing them too. All done without parting lips, still kissing Bob begins to take off her bra unhooked it and then throwing it to the ground, and then moving his hands down to remove her panties, and once again hellen removed his underwear in a slightly shorter amount of time, Bob began to touch all over hellen's body, squeezing her fat ass and fondling her c cups. And hellen was doing much the same, jerking off his cock as he touches all over. He breaks their kiss to whisper in her ear "I'm gonna get ontop of you now ok" hellen nods and after she does he pushes her to her back, getting on top of her and hovering his cock over her pussy "go slow ok, I saved myself for this moment so I'm still a virgin'' hellen mutters spreading her legs for him, he nods before slowly inserting inside of her. She winces as he tears past her hymen, "are you ok?" He asks seeing her wince "yes… I'm fine keep going~" she insists, he gives a shrug and starts to slowly fuck her, slowly draging his cock out before slowly inserting it back in at a constant pace, everytime it gets thrust back in hellen gives a soft drawn out moan. Her virgin pussy gripping his cock like a hand, as he leans down to suck on her neck, switching positions from a missionary position to a breeding press. Switching over to current day hellen, as she recalls the memory she leans on the wall where the shower head and temperature knob is, fingering herself imagining her husband's cock, trying to simulate it's place in her pussy. A pussy which has almost never seen a cock since that moment, not without bobs trying, but hellen being the prude that she is would always refuse, believing the only acceptable version of sex is to conseve. But here she is, finger blasting herself to her daughter's conception, the hot water flowing over her only making her even hornier. Back to the memory, he continues to pump into her slowly, "f-faster~" she moans as he does, he obligates going a little faster making her moan louder, as he does he plays with her nipples. Their lips meet in a pationate kiss as he fucks her, feeling her tight walls milk him, as his hard cock rubs against her pussy, and his fingers pinch her sensitive nipples. This stays constant for a good whole, until she let's out a lone "faster~" and once again he obligates, fucking her even faster. And recalling this moment hellen reaches down to turn the knob as the water had started to turn cold, but her hands did not stop as she felt herself get ever closer to cumming, her hands beginning to get frantic, trying to match the speed at which she recalled Bob fucked her at. Pressure building both in the memory and her current loins, building and building to one climatic corous, as the memory of her and her husband cumming together flashes through her mind while water gushes out if her soaking cunt. Her knees buckle as she cums for the first time in a great long time, almost falling over due to the water surrounding her, leaning on the wall for a for a good while. Once she gets her bearings she begins to do what she came in the shower to do in the first place, but with some difficulty resisting the need to collapse or cry. Once she gets done she just collapses on her bed, doing nothing for the rest of the day.
