I'll remember waking up that morning for a long time to come. At first I couldn't quite work out why I felt different to usual and then the sensations started to manifest themselves. Unusually, I had panties on, and my vagina felt nicely full. And creamy!
Helen realised I was awake and closed the gap between us. "How did you sleep gorgeous," she asked.
"Very well" I said, "and right now I'm feeling as sexy as hell."
Helen leaned onto her side, and used the hand that wasn't supporting her to caress my dildo filled cunt through the pants that held it in place. "If you do that I'm going to cum very quickly," I groaned.
"Let's have a look at you" I heard Helen say. Actually I was rather distracted because half of me wanted to pee and I was beginning to think that as soon as the dildo came out I would let go, but at the same time I was eager to see what I looked like after having been full of dildo all night, and equally, I desperately wanted to cum.
I moved away from Helen and got out of bed. As I stood up, I think it became fairly obvious to Helen that I needed to relieve myself. "I think we need to get you into the bathroom" she said, and was on her feet and leading me across the floor.
"I think it's best if we get these off in the bath" she said, and I allowed myself to be supported over the side and into the tub. Helen then surprised me by stepping in as well and I was treated to a wonderful glimpse of her spectacular and floppy labia lips hanging down from her perfect cunt as she parted her legs and climbed over the side.
She knelt down and started to ease the pants with the internal dildo down my thighs, and I partially bent from the waist to take a look. The dildo was super slick with my juices, but once the thing was fully out of me, I couldn't help it, and as much as I tried to hold it in, the pee started to flow from my dilated cunt.
I was more shocked than surprised that Helen didn't move out of the way. She seemed fixed in her kneeling position and a good third of the pee spilling from me splashed onto her arms and upper thighs. Once I had finished, Helen pulled the pants down to my ankles and I stepped out of them, the dildo shiny and creamy jutting from the crotch. As soon as I was out of them, Helen gently pushed me to the back of the bath and sort of assisted me into a sitting position where the bottles of shower gels and shampoos stood.
She gave my hole a salacious lick and pressed my knees further open and really worked her tongue in and around my sloppy cunt. I was already soaking and Helen's tongue lashing had me quavering.
She looked up at me and held out her hand. I nodded. I felt three of her fingers enter me with considerable ease and then sensed the fourth being worked in. I managed to get my feet up on the surface which I was sitting on which had the effect of opening my thighs wider, and in doing so, providing total access to my parts. "Do you want the last one?" she asked.
She really didn't have to ask – of course I wanted it. I watched with intense satisfaction as she drew her four fingers partially out of me, bunched her thumb in with her fingers and started the slow and exquisite journey into my engorged and wanton cunt. She slid them back and started again. And again. The tension was bordering on the excruciating. After about 20 or so strokes, there was a moment of sublime pain/pleasure as her hand went in past her thumb, and I never wanted it to end.
Helen was on her knees in front of me, fisting me beautifully and it was easy to see from her eyes (as well as from the clear gloopy strings that were dribbling from her cunt) that she was revelling in this as much as I was.
I'm not sure what made her suddenly do it, but at the point where I thought my eyes were going pop out of my head, Helen leaned in and kissed my exposed clit and started stroking it with her tongue. It came as something of a shock because I had momentarily taken my eyes off hers and was looking upwards when I felt it.
My orgasm when it came was like an explosion. It started in my toes, building up to a crescendo that cascaded through my body, and I genuinely saw stars in my eyes. It was massive. Helen had to practically stop me from falling off the end of the bath. My feet had slipped from where they were placed as the tremor travelled through me and I almost fell onto Helen and into the bath.
There were a few little jolts of discomfort as Helen still had her fist in me, but she allowed me to recover a little and then carefully withdrew her hand. She looked at it as if not quite sure what to do with it, but still looking into my eyes, leaned forward and scooped some of her cum from between her lips and then offered her hand to me. As I tipped my head to reach her hand with my tongue, I realised that Helen had done the same and we both greedily slurped the womanly juices from her fingers.
I hadn't a clue what the time was but Helen seemingly became aware that she needed to get moving. I was slightly troubled as I hadn't touched her at all, but she assured me that it was no problem – she said that she had derived immense pleasure from pleasuring me and that we could work on her pleasure tonight.
I'd actually forgotten that it was Monday! We showered together (which helped to clean the bath!) and got ready for the day ahead. There was no time for breakfast – we must have spent a good 45 minutes doing things we probably shouldn't have been doing early on a Monday morning, but missing breakfast seemed a small price to pay for the sort of experience I had just had, and besides, I could pick something up at Uni.
My day was something of a blur. I sat through three lectures but couldn't tell you what they were about. I was on a high for most of the day and if and when I tried to concentrate on what the lecturer was talking about, my mind drifted back to the events of the morning. I came close to going to the Ladies at lunch time to jill myself off to another cum, but resisted. My Sloggies were clinging to the wetness of my sopping cunt, my lips felt super sensitive, and I was conscious of my clit being pressed down into the crotch of the panties every time I got up and moved.
The funny thing was, at no point did I start to question myself about what I had gotten myself into. I felt as if I was discovering the real me, and I knew with certainty that Helen was going to educate me well, and what was more, I was up for it, no matter how warped it might become.
I got home before Helen, and decided to give her a message that I could be a brazen hussy. I stripped, and replaced my Uni clothes with a tight tee shirt. That was it, no nix, no bra, just the tee which formed itself nicely around my little tits, and I spread myself out on the settee. I heard her arrive home and feigned sleep to see what she would do.
It didn't take long to find out. It was a sensual kiss and a gentle caressing of my partially open cunt with her fingers. I gave a satisfactory moan along the lines of "M'mmm, what a welcome – that feels so good."
Helen disappeared upstairs to get changed and came down in a thigh length, open robe. We went into the kitchen, got ourselves a drink and started to chat.
She asked how I was feeling which seemed like a slightly odd question, and Helen must have sensed that I was looking perplexed. "I'll be more specific" she said. "Are you OK with the last few days and with what we did this morning?"
"Of course" I said – "why wouldn't I be?" The thrust of the conversation was that Helen wanted to be sure that she wasn't "pushing me to far too soon," (her words). I assured her that I had never been more content, and that it was unlikely that she could push me too far. "I really want this Helen," I asserted, "and I want it to be with you."