Thank you all for your comments and Emails on Chapter 1. It's pleasing to know that there are those out there who share my pecadillos. I suggest reading Chapter 1 before this if you have not already done so.
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I assured Helen that I definitely had no plans to me moving out – quite the opposite as I knew I wanted more. I decided to explore things a little deeper, and perhaps move out of my comfort zone. I repeated that I was very open minded and was more than happy to be led into things. I told her that I was hugely turned on and that my cunt had been perpetually soaking since Friday. Helen said 'your big cunt.'
I said 'well if my cunt is big, we would have to say yours is fucking big.' Helen nodded and said 'let's keep this going,' but got up and left the kitchen. As she was going out of the kitchen door she said 'see you in the lounge in a minute or two.'
I could hear movement which sounded like Helen going up the stairs, and then back down, and after giving her a few moments I went into the lounge. Helen was naked. I looked her up and down, and felt myself juicing up again while gazing at her magnificent gash. She commented that she would rather be naked around me if that was OK with me. I said that I'd love it, and I wouldn't want to miss any chance to see her big fleshy cunt. She looked straight at me and said 'it is isn't it, but you can do better than that – tell me what you really think of my big slutty cunt.'
This time I said 'it is an enormous cunt hole you've got there Helen,' and at that she started toying with her lips and dipping all four of her finger tips in. 'Yes' I said, 'a really huge fucking cunt hole.' Now she really started working her fingers fully in and out. She said, 'come on, keep going – keep telling me what I want to hear.' I think I must have kept up the verbal and graphic description of her huge cunt for at least 15 minutes (even surprising myself sometimes) and Helen appeared to be getting more and more abandoned.
Whilst it felt a bit surreal doing this with Sam's mum, I knew I had found a kindred spirit and I started to probe a bit further. I asked if she was usually naked around Sam when she was at home. Helen nodded. At least I now knew how it was that Sam knew her mum had a big cunt, and it probably explained why Sam was a bit of an exhibitionist herself. I asked if Sam had seen her playing with herself. She said 'sometimes, when I either got a bit carried away or forgot that she was in the room, but it didn't stop me doing it and I liked being watched.'
I continued. 'So Sam never left if you were working yourself up?' and she shook her head. Something inside me had to ask the next question. 'Did Sam ever do it to herself while you were doing it?'
Helen reply of 'a few times – we are very open with each other' started to make me tingle.
It felt like there might be a bit of potential here, but my mind was going way too quickly to form any rational thoughts so I changed tack. I wanted to know more about how Helen had managed to stretch that exceptional cunt to the size it was, so I began to ask more questions.
Helen said that opening herself up had been relatively straightforward, and she had used her hands, toys and things like bottles, vegetables and anything else that was available. She said she loved being full, but each time she found a bigger implement, she knew the sensation and pleasure would only be temporary, and that it would only be a matter of time before she would want something bigger, and added that stretching was easy in itself, but she learned that keeping it permanent had required a more concentrated approach.
My mind was trying to wrap itself around the implications of what Helen had just stated when she gazed into my eyes and uttered 'come here.'
I got up and walked over, and stood more or less in front of her. She said I was overdressed, and looking again at her naked form, I clearly was! So I stripped off, but slowly. Once I was nude she got up and stood in front of me and asked me to sit down. She knelt down and put her hands on my knees and very gently started to open my legs. I knew my lips were hanging down and that I was gaping slightly because I was so turned on, and watching Helen gaze at my sopping cunt had the immediate effect of increasing my wetness.
Then she asked 'do you mind?' and started to feel around my sodden cunt lips.
It felt like she was really checking me out, almost inspecting or examining me. She said she thought that I was actually a bit bigger than she was when she was my age and almost blew me away with her next comment.
'I think we can get your cunt opened up much more if that's what you really want'.
I'm not sure which part of that sentence was getting me going more – whether it was the 'we' bit, or the notion of my cunt becoming like Helens or the very fact that we were having this rather carnal conversation. However, there was no question as to my answer, so I simply declared 'oh that's definitely what I want.'
She followed up with 'are you sure, because once you really get started you might never have a tight one again.'
The way that Helen pronounced this was something of a turn-on in itself. I started to assert myself. I said I didn't want tight, I wanted loose, and then added 'like yours – I really want my cunt to be like yours.' She said well you've come to the right place' which if I hadn't been shaking because of the images this conjured up, would have made me laugh out loud
Helen said quietly, 'I'd like to get very intimate with you my darling girl, do you think you can accept that?'
To an extent, I guess this was something of a turning point because in knowing that I would not only accept that, but that I actually wanted it, probably meant admitting to myself that I had serious lesbian leanings. I also wasn't sure how the hell I was going to be able to front this with Sam, but I had a small amount of time to think about that one. However, the thought of getting 'intimate' with Helen was consuming me so I stood up, and in doing so sort of stood her up from her kneeling position in the process.
I thought the best thing was just to show her, so I put my arms round her and gently pulled her towards me. I could feel her tits on mine, and as our nipples brushed, a sensation ran through me almost like an electric shock. I moved my right hand down to her bottom and pulled her groin into mine. I could feel our cunts touching, and when they did, I looked up and asked 'does that answer your question?'
Helen stepped back, took my hand, widened her stance and guided my hand towards her cunt. I rubbed it around feeling the delightfully gooey squishiness that was enveloping her crotch. I looked right into her eyes and she nodded, as if she was giving me permission. I knew Helen was big down there but I couldn't believe how easily my hand slipped into her. All four fingers and my thumb, not a fist, but just a slight movement of my thumb to place it across my palm. If I had ever been this wet before, I certainly didn't remember it and I could feel my own juices dripping out of me onto the floor. God, I was turned on.
Helen let me move my hand around inside her (and it felt like my hand, rather than my fist if you know what I mean), and by now I could hear, as much as feel how sodden she was. She had so much room for me, and if I hadn't been sure up until then, I knew for definite now that Helen could take a lot more.
I looked up and Helen's eyes suddenly locked onto mine. I think she said something like 'you're loving this aren't you,' and I muttered 'oh God yes.'