"Opening Helen" by xanthe (Mf, first)
OPENING HELEN

The knock at the door was so timid that at first Karl thought he had
imagined it. But there it was again, a tentative tapping which sounded as if
the visitor was apologizing for interrupting him. 

Stepping out of the shower, he reached for a fluffy, white bath towel,
wrapped it round his waist and splashed wet-footed to the door of his
chalet. He peered through the fish-eye security lens, curious to know who
was calling at this early hour. The distorting lens showed him the slender
back of a young girl in tennis gear walking away from his chalet. 

He threw open the door. "Hi!" he called to the retreating figure. "I was
in the shower. How can I help you? Helen, isn't it?"

The girl turned, a shy smile on her face. "Yes. I'm sorry. I've
obviously come at a bad time. I'll come back later."

"No, please come on in - if you don't mind my state of undress."

Again she smiled, shook her head and squeezed past him as he held the
door open for her. A fresh smell of jasmine-scented soap wafted to him as she
passed but Karl was conscious of something richer, deeper, more animal, too.

"Can I get you an orange juice, or something?"

"Thank you, no. I've just had one."

"Well, make yourself comfortable." He gestured towards a low sofa.

Accepting his invitation gratefully, the girl sat facing him, the coffee
table with his breakfast things still on it between them. The brief, white
skirt she was wearing offered no cover to her bronzed young thighs, and,
thanks to the low position of the seat, the little white panties she wore
were clearly visible. 

When he had coached her earlier in the week, Karl had of course been aware
of the fact that she was uncommonly pretty but his attention then had been
concentrated on improving a shaky backhand. Now, however, he could see that
she was more than just pretty - she was strikingly beautiful. Her blonde
hair was cut short and was held away from an angelic face by two pink clips
at her temples. Her eyes were wide-set and were a most amazing cornflower
blue. They looked at him candidly through thick lashes while the tip of her
tongue came out to moisten her full, ripe lips.

Beautiful though her face was, it was her vibrant young body which had
caught his eye on the tennis court and which engaged his attention now.
Although he judged her to be no more than sixteen, she had none of the puppy
fat to which that age-group is so prone. Her body was slim but deliciously
rounded at the breast and hips. The skin of her bare arms and legs was
tanned a light gold and its satin smoothness seemed almost designed to
invite a caress.

Karl could see from the way she was looking at him from beneath lowered
eyelids that she was very much aware of the half-naked male body seated
before her. He could also tell that she was nervous about something. 


Beads of water glistened on his shoulders and fresh drops fell from his
hair as he shifted his position on the chair opposite her. "Excuse me a
second while I get another towel," he said. As he rose, the towel round his
waist parted and she caught a glimpse of a strong, muscular thigh covered in
curly hairs that constant exposure to the sun had turned a light blond.
Droplets of water ran from his shoulders down his broad back, and beneath
the towel his powerful buttocks flexed as he walked towards the bathroom.

He returned with a smaller towel round his neck and used it to dab the
remaining droplets off his torso. Then, raising his arms, he began drying
his long blond hair, which the shower water had turned quite dark. Helen's
eyes were drawn to the firm musculature of his chest which, like his legs,
was covered with sun-bleached curly hairs. She yearned to reach out and
caress his skin, to feel the powerful muscles and sinews of his body. 

Looking at her from underneath the hand towel as he dried his hair, Karl
could see her studying him closely, an intriguingly frank look on her face.
He went and stood next to the sofa.

"So Helen, what can I do for you?"

The girl blushed and looked down. "Well, it's rather embarrassing..."

"Go on. No need to be shy. I'll be glad to help in any way I can. Do you
want some more coaching on that backhand of yours? Boyfriend giving you a
hard time?"

"No, it's nothing like that. I'd like... I mean, I want... er... Oh
dear, I don't know how to say it." Helen blushed a charming shade of pink and
bit her lip.

He smiled down at her. "Don't be afraid, Helen. Say it. I don't bite.
Honest!"

"All right, but can I whisper it in your ear?"

In answer, the man bent down so that his ear was level with the sweet
rosebud of her lips. Again the fresh smell of jasmine tantalised his nostrils.

"I'm still a virgin and I don't want to be," she breathed. "I'm sixteen and
all my friends have done it but I just don't seem to be able to find anyone.
All the boys I like seem scared of me, and the others..." She let her voice
trail off but it was clear from the expression on her face the low esteem in
which she held them.

"Are you serious? You're teasing me..."

"No, I've never been more serious about anything in my life. I don't
want to give myself to some spotty nerd who probably doesn't know what to do
anyway. I want a grown-up man who'll be gentle and kind." She looked up at
Karl as if to seek his reassurance that these qualities were indeed ones he
possessed. 

"When you stood behind me on Tuesday, showing me how to hold my racquet
properly, I could tell you'd be gentle with me. Please don't say no. I'd die
of shame." Her eyes were looking away now to hide her embarrassment and
there was a charming pink flush on her cheeks.

"My darling girl, of course I shan't say no. I'm incredibly flattered.
But are you quite sure about this? I'm thirty six, you know - almost old enough
to be your father."

"Yes, I'm sure I'm sure, Karl. I want you to teach me everything, show
me everything. I've been plucking up courage to ask you all week. Please don't
disappoint me." 

"I shan't disappoint you, my dearest Helen. You're an extremely
beautiful young woman and I'm honoured that you want me to be your first lover.
I just wanted to be sure you knew what you were doing. And I promise I'll be
very gentle with you."

Yet, despite his wide sexual experience, Karl was for a moment uncertain
where to begin with this strange girl. Her face was that of an innocent
child who could have been as young as fourteen. Yet her body was that of a
ripe woman. At one moment she seemed a naive teenager, the next an adult,
confident in her own sexuality. 


The decision was taken for him when she sat forward on the sofa and
began pulling her white polo shirt out of the waistband of her tennis skirt. "I
suppose I ought to take this off before it gets all creased," she said,
smiling up at him shyly.

"Yes, let me help you. We wouldn't want to spoil it, would we?" 

Karl sat down beside her while she raised her arms to allow him to draw
the garment up and off her body. Beneath it she was wearing a lace brassiere
whose whiteness was dazzling against her tanned skin. But before Karl had
time to take in and enjoy the delicacy of the female undergarment, Helen
reached behind her and unclipped the lacy harness and let it fall onto her
lap. 

Exposed to him now were the two most enchanting breasts Karl thought he
had ever seen. The contrast between the girls's slender body, with its slim
arms, narrow shoulders and childish rib-cage, and the large, perfectly
formed globes of her breasts was startling. They thrust out proudly from her
chest, tapering into lovely cones which were in turn surmounted by nipples
of the lightest, most delicate pink. Under Karl's scrutiny, the young girl
felt her nipples begin to tighten and protrude.

He leant forward and touched one of them, first stroking its puckered skin
gently with his fingers and then pulling on it lightly, before transferring
his attention to its twin and making that, too, swell into full erection. In
response to his loving caresses, the central stalks of Helen's nipples now
protruded about half an inch from the surrounding aureoles, which were
themselves decorated with a ring of small goose-bumps near their perimeter.  


The pinkness of the nipples made them look so vulnerable and tender that
Karl felt a powerful urge to suck them to give them comfort. But he sensed
that the moment was not yet quite right and that he should delay paying
homage to them with his lips until Helen was further aroused and had lost
all her inhibitions.

He therefore contented himself with cupping his hands beneath her
breasts to feel their weight, and then with squeezing them gently to test their
resilience. On both counts his investigation found them perfect. Heavy and
ripe, they filled his hands to overflowing yet they were delightfully firm
to the touch. 

"Do you like them, Karl?" the girl whispered, her wide blue eyes
searching his face anxiously.


"My dearest Helen, they're absolutely perfect. I can't tell you how
beautiful they are. And your nipples are such a lovely pink colour." He
lifted one of the delicious globes as if to show it to her and then released
it so that it jiggled provocatively on her rib-cage.  

"I was afraid you'd find them too big. In the showers at school some of
the other girls make fun of me."

"No, you should be proud of them. The others are only jealous. You have
the sort of figure that men dream about in their erotic fantasies. You ought to
be in Penthouse!" Karl looked toward the bedroom and made to draw her up
from the seat. "Shall we go and lie on the bed?" he suggested. "We'll be
more comfortable there."

Helen smiled timidly and nodded her head, realising that she had set in
motion a train of events that neither she nor this handsome stranger could
stop. Before long, he would insert his erect penis into her and she would be
a virgin no more. She shivered in anticipation, wondering what the moment of
penetration, when it came, would feel like. She hoped it wouldn't hurt too
much.

Karl bent to pick her up. Her arms came round his neck and her lips found
his in a long, hungry kiss. Carrying her young body easily in his arms, he
walked into the bedroom, laid her gently on the bed and then stood looking
down at her beauty. Her tiny white tennis skirt had now bunched itself
around her waist, exposing the skimpy white briefs beneath. Helen's hands
were holding her naked breasts, squeezing the swollen mounds, boldly
fingering the rigid nipples.

"Are you starting to get excited, too?" she asked, staring meaningfully
at a large bulge that had appeared in the towel wound round Karl's hips.

"Yes, darling, I am," he smiled. "You see what effect your naked breasts
have on me? It's beginning to go hard."

"I want to watch it go hard. Can I?" she begged. "I want to learn
everything about a man. What he looks like when he's excited. How it feels
for him. What he likes a woman to do. Please teach me, Karl."

In answer, Karl leaned over the bed, kissed her deeply and then took her
hand and placed it on the huge bulge at the front of the towel. He watched
through narrowed eyes as she explored the contours of his genitals through
the fluffy fabric. Helen's eyes met his and she smiled shyly at him as her
hand began to tug at the folds of the towel round his waist. 


She lay on her side, her elbow bent, with her hand supporting her head,
while with her other hand she slowly pulled away the towel to reveal his
naked maleness beneath. 


His sex, although not yet in full erection, had nonetheless swollen to
impressive proportions and stood out almost at a right angle to his body.
Helen was fascinated to see it shift and sway as he moved to stand even
closer to the bed. 

She stared, wide-eyed, at what she had exposed. The foreskin was
partially retracted and the shiny glans protruded from it like a young bird
peering from its nest. The testicles in their wrinkled sac hung sweetly at its
root, from where a forest of blond hair curled up across his belly, thinning as
it reached his navel and then growing dense again as it spread across his
muscular chest.

Helen felt a delicious warmth surge through her body and a tingle of
anticipation begin between her legs. She surreptitiously rubbed the inner
surfaces of her thighs together in a vain attempt to still the tremors she
felt there. Karl's alert eye saw what she was doing and he smiled to let her
know that he was happy to share her secret.

"Would you like to touch it?" the man asked, looking down with pride at
the distended member that now jutted out stiffly from the base of his belly.
"See, it's trembling at the thought of your soft little hand holding it."

And indeed it was. The whole organ, which was suffused with a reddish
flush, quivered expectantly, waiting for her touch. For the young teenager,
the moment was one of magic. At last, after all the fevered imaginings of
recent months, she was about to caress a man's penis. 

With Karl's help, she raised herself to a kneeling position on the bed
so that her plump buttocks rested comfortably on her heels. Her lover placed
one of his knees next to hers on the bed, leaving the other planted firmly
on the floor. He thrust his hips forward slightly so that the swollen organ
was presented boldly for her inspection, only inches from her face. The girl
reached out tentatively towards it and began stroking her fingertips lightly
up and down its length, marvelling at its strength and power.

"Karl, it's huge! So big and hard," she gasped. "I'm scared. Surely
it'll never fit inside me?"

"Don't worry, my angel, I won't hurt you," Karl said comfortingly. "I
promise you'll be able to take it in easily. A woman's vagina is extremely
flexible. After all, Mother Nature designed it to receive a man's penis!"

"Hmm, I suppose so. But surely yours must be bigger than normal?"

"Only slightly," Karl smiled modestly, charmed by the innocence of the
girl's questioning. 

The cool touch of Helen's hand on its hot, sensitive skin caused the
unruly organ to stiffen still further so that it arched up almost to touch his
navel. Growing still bolder, the girl circled her fingers tightly round the
shaft, leaving its top three inches protruding cheekily from her fist. 

"Let me show you what feels nice for a man," Karl said. He shifted his
knee slightly on the bed so as to bring his erection even nearer to Helen's
face. Then, placing his hand over hers, he helped her pull down on the skin
covering the shaft. This drew the foreskin back so that the broad, purple
head stood fully exposed to her scrutiny, all shiny and swollen. The
downward pull of her hand also had the effect of opening the tiny slit at
the tip of the glans so that the girl could see its moist, pink interior.

"Oh my God!" she gasped. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Hurt, my darling? Oh no, when you pull the skin back like that it gives
me the most exquisite pleasure! Do it again. Yes, move your hand up and down,
just like that. And again. Oh yes." 

Under Karl's expert tuition, Helen's hand began moving rhythmically up and
down the shaft, at first uncertainly but soon, as she saw the effect she was
having on him, with increasing confidence. His eyes closed and he stood
there, swaying slightly, enjoying the feeling as the pressure in his groin
built with every passage of her hand. 

"Does that feel nice?" Helen asked, looking up at him with a teasing
little smile and milking him with confident movements of her hand.

"Too nice, I'm afraid. If you carry on like that you'll make me come."

"What does it feel like for a man when he comes?" the young girl asked,
still retaining her tight hold on his erection but, in light of his warning,
no longer rubbing it up and down.

"Well, you get an unbearable ache, sort of deep behind your balls. Here,
darling, give me your hand and I'll show you where." Karl moved his left
knee further to one side on the bed so that his thighs were spread wide
apart, then he guided her hand beneath his testicles and pressed it tight
against his perineum. Helen was surprised to feel that the hardness of his
erection extended all the way back there. 

"Then, when you start to come, the sensation expands all the way up your
cock, and it feels just heavenly, especially here, just underneath the head." 

Karl pulled his foreskin right back with one hand to show her his
frenum, while with the other he drew her forefinger up the stiff shaft, tracing
the route that his seed would soon be following. As her finger touched the
super-sensitive skin of the frenum, the penis twitched and a drop of clear
liquid emerged from the little slit at its tip.

"Oh Karl, what's that? Are you coming now?"

"No, my pet," he chuckled, "that's just a drop of lubrication. A man's
sperm is a sort of milky-white colour and it squirts out in big jets,
sometimes quite a long way. I promise that when I do come you'll be in no
doubt about it! But on the other hand this little droplet does mean I'm very
excited. "

"Will you let me see your sperm?"

"Yes. I mustn't come inside you or we might make a baby, and you
wouldn't want that would you?"

Helen shook her head thoughtfully and then, putting such serious matters
from her mind, she spread the glistening droplet over the end of his member
with her finger. 

"Look, I've made it nice and shiny now," she giggled and began
masturbating him again, adopting easily the rhythm and grip he had taught her a
few moments earlier. Her other hand came up to stroke his testicles lightly. 

Karl smiled, sharing the obvious enjoyment the young girl was getting
from playing with him, but the ache in his testicles told him it was time to
take her forward to the next stage of their lovemaking.

"Helen, you've seen me naked. Don't you think it's time for me to see
you, too?" 

The girl nodded her head nervously and reluctantly released her hold on
the phallus. Karl bent over the bed and helped her move towards its centre so
that he could lie down close beside her. 

"Don't be shy, darling. You're beautiful and should be proud to show
yourself to a man. Here, let me help you take those things off."

With gentle hands he unbuttoned the waist of her short white skirt
while she lifted her bottom to allow him to pull it off her. Then slowly and
with infinite tenderness he eased the panties off her hips and down her legs,
noting as he did so that the portion of the fabric which had been between
her legs was soaking wet. When she was completely naked he turned sideways
to her and, supporting his upper body on an elbow, he looked down at the
loveliness displayed before him. 

Helen's tight young skin was tanned a delicious shade of gold, except
for the areas that had been covered by her bikini. The white stripe across her
superb breasts, and the matching white triangle on her belly, made those
parts of her anatomy seem more vulnerable, more inviting. Her pubic mound
was prominent and lightly covered with fine blonde hairs which did little to
conceal the slit that ran between her tightly closed thighs.

Karl judged that her state of arousal was now such that he needed
contain no longer his overpowering urge to suck her enchanting nipples. Indeed,
the shallowness of her breathing, the flush on her face and neck, and the
moisture he had detected on her panties, all suggested that she would
welcome such a move. Accordingly, he leant over and licked both nipples,
savouring the texture of their puckered tips before drawing the nearer one
deep inside his mouth.

At the touch of his lips, Helen felt a glorious ache suffuse her breasts,
an ache that she could only assuage by bringing her hands up to squeeze
and massage them. Then, with a feeling of pride, she fed first one then the
other into Karl's hungry mouth and watched his blond head move on them as he
suckled her nipples like a child. Against her thigh she could feel the heat
and strength of his shaft pressing into her. 

The lovely sensation was now not confined just to her breasts but
extended down between her legs. She pressed her thighs even more
tightly together, thereby exerting a delicious pressure on the plump
lips hidden between them. Then, in act which surprised her with her
own shamelessness, Helen parted her legs, raised one of her knees and
placed her hand on her vulva, hungrily seeking the sensitive bud of
her clitoris with her fingers.

The man raised his head from her breasts and looked down across the satin
skin of her slim little belly and saw from the rhythmical movement of her
hand how great her need had now become. He knew he need worry no longer
about shocking her. The naive schoolgirl had become a mature sexual animal
whose arousal had expunged all feelings modesty. 

"Let me see you, Helen," he whispered in her ear, seeing the goose-bumps
rise on the skin of her arms and breasts. He rose and knelt at her side, his
penis sticking out boldly from the cloud of hair at the base of his belly.
>From her position below him, Helen's eyes were drawn to his testicles in
their wrinkled sac of flesh. The love-pouch swayed provocatively from side
to side as he moved round on the bed to kneel between her parted thighs.

"That is so pretty," he said, his eyes fixed on the delicate folds of
girl-flesh between her legs. "Did you know your sex lips are all swollen,
Helen? And here, the little inside ones are very, very wet; and so pink, too!" 

With the second and third fingers of his hand Karl held the outer labia
apart, luxuriating in the soft, silky feel of the light blonde hairs that
adorned them. Then he drew his forefinger of his other hand down between the
delicate inner lips to explore the opening to her vagina. Helen's
love-fluids coated it generously and he used that moisture to lubricate the
tiny pink membrane that had popped out of its covering sheath at the front
of her vulva.

The young girl's eyes closed and she groaned with pleasure. "Oh, my God!
That feels fantastic," she sobbed. "Don't stop."


The man took his shaft in his other hand and massaged it slowly while
continuing to attend to the girl's hard little bud. Then, very gently, he
probed the entrance to her body with his middle finger. "Your vagina is
quite open, Helen," he remarked. "I'm sure this friend of mine will slip
into you easily. Open your eyes and look at him. He's ready to enter you now."

At his bidding Helen looked up at him, kneeling between her open legs
with his massive erection held ready in his hand. It looked so huge to her
innocent young eyes that her earlier fears about her capacity to receive it
reasserted themselves. Yet at the same time she felt a deep hunger for it
which she knew could be satisfied only by taking it inside her body.

Smiling down tenderly, Karl bent over her lovely young form and for a
brief moment sucked on each of her nipples. Then, with his weight supported on
one arm, he stroked the tip of his organ up and down her moist channel. Bathed
in her slippery fluids, it slid easily across the entrance to her vagina,
skated up onto her swollen clitoris and then back down to the rear of her
cleft before it finally nuzzled again at her expectant opening. Helen caught
her breath, so intense was the pleasure.



Now, at last, both were poised, ready for the moment of entry.

"Do it, darling, put it in me," the teenager begged him. "Please. I
don't mind if it hurts. I want you to take my virginity."

Gratefully, Karl adjusted the position of his penis at Helen's entrance
and, as they both watched closely, their foreheads pressed together, he
edged it slowly forward until most of its broad head was lodged within her
and only its flared rim was still visible. 

Helen's cobalt blue eyes widened and her perfect white teeth bit her
lower lip as she felt his bulk stretching her tight little opening. Then, in an
act of immense courage, she grasped his buttocks in her hands, pulled his
hips towards her, and impaled herself on him.

A small cry escaped her lips as she felt the full length of the rigid shaft
slide past the last bit of resistance and come to rest, high up inside her
vagina. Tears welled in her eyes but she blinked them away, aided by the
soft kisses her lover rained down on her cheeks and mouth.

For a long moment Karl rested motionless inside her, anxious to give her
virginal flesh time to accommodate itself to the intrusive organ. Although
he was highly aroused, he was determined to keep a tight rein on his
excitement. On this occasion, his own pleasure was of secondary importance.
He must make this first time a memory the young girl would cherish for the
rest of her life.  

Nonetheless, the sheath of her vagina was holding him with a grip that
was so unbearably delicious that he knew he must bring her to a climax quickly
or the tension in his scrotum would undo him and he would lose control of
his emotions.

He lifted his upper body away from hers and stared down at where his
erect member linked their two bodies. The young girl raised her head so that
she, too, could see the conjunction of their sexual parts. The thick tangle of
blond pubic hair at the root of Karl's organ made a pleasing contrast with
the thinner, silkier curls at the base of her own stomach. And, linking the
two thickets of hair, she saw the rigid bar of flesh. How strong it looked,
how powerful!

She rejoiced in the feel of the strong male body poised above her and
possessing her. She reached up and stroked his blonde hair, which had fallen
forward, partially shrouding his tanned and handsome face. On his upper lip,
beads of sweat had gathered and she brushed them away with her forefinger,
tracing the hard line of his jaw round to the sensitive skin at the nape of
his neck.

The pain in her vagina had now receded and what little remained was
submerged by the delicious sensation in her clitoris as it was stretched by
the downward pressure of the male organ that still rested motionless in her
love channel.

"I'm a woman now," she whispered proudly into Karl's ear. "I didn't
think it would go in, but it did, didn't it?"

"I told you it would."

"You won't come inside me, will you?"

"No, my darling, I won't. When the time comes I'll pull out and squirt
onto your tummy. But first I'm going to make you come."

To give effect to this promise, Karl began a slow, careful, in-and-out
motion that was designed to maximize Helen's pleasure and minimize any
lingering discomfort she may have been feeling from his initial entry. With
each inward thrust, the upper surface of his massive organ rubbed against
the young girl's protuberant little bud, and with each partial withdrawal
the delicate inner lips of her vulva clung wetly to its surface so that they
extended beyond the plump outer lips.

Karl placed a finger at the front of her slit and gently drew back the
hood of skin which covered the clitoris. By altering the angle of his entry, he
was able to increase the friction between his shaft and the now-exposed tiny
organ, and he could tell from the change in her breathing that this extra
stimulation was raising her to new heights of pleasure. Each slow,
deliberate thrust into her vagina brought a low moan from Helen's throat.  


Responding to her need, he raised the tempo of his to-and-fro motion
while she spurred him on by squeezing the muscular mounds of his buttocks. Her
long, slender fingers found their way between the cheeks of his bottom and
she pulled them apart so that he could feel the cool air caressing his anus
as his hips rocked backwards and forwards.

"I feel as if you're splitting me apart," Helen gasped, looking deep
into Karl's eyes. "It's just so gorgeous when you push it up me like that." She
wriggled her bottom on the bed, transmitting a delightful side-to-side
motion to Karl's aching organ. "Yes, oh again!" she cried. "Now suck my
breasts, please!"

The man obediently bent his head and began sucking one of her nipples,
drawing it deep into his mouth and massaging it with his tongue and lips.
This, Helen found intensely pleasurable and she began to build to a huge
orgasm. Her hips thrust eagerly at him, matching his own powerful thrusts
and forcing her pubic mound tightly against the base of the organ that was
now buried so deeply within her.

Then suddenly, with a cry of ecstasy, she climaxed. Her beautiful blue
eyes widened in surprise and and then rolled up under their lids as spasm after
spasm of pleasure surged through her genitals. Her clitoris pushed itself
even more boldly from its protective sheath until the sensation grew too
much to bear, whereupon it retracted moistly into her body.  

The muscular spasms in Helen's vagina were all that were needed to drive
Karl to his own climax. The ache in his testicles had been building
relentlessly over the last few minutes and he knew that he could no longer
hold back his seed. And, now that his lover had come, he was free to let go.

Rapidly he withdrew his penis from the young girl's enfolding warmth and
wetness. Then, rising to his knees between her widely spread thighs, he
formed his finger and thumb into a tight ring round its neck. He looked down
at the beauty beneath him and prepared himself to pay his liquid tribute to
it. 

"Look, Helen, I'm coming," he cried. 

The teenager raised her head from the pillow and watched in wide-eyed
wonder as, with a few deft strokes, Karl brought himself to a huge climax.
The slit at the end of his penis opened and from it spurted powerful jets of
a milky fluid which felt warm as it landed, first on her naked breasts and
and then on her belly. Soon, her body was covered with the pearly evidence
of her lover's pleasure.

"Oh Karl, there's so much of it!" she exclaimed, watching as the dying
droplets emerged from his penis and fell between her open thighs. "I never
realised it would be like that. Look, I'm completely drenched in it now! You
almost spurted up to my face. Did it feel nice when it squirted out?"

"Heavenly," the man smiled, still fondling his stem gratefully as it
slowly lost its hardness. "I thought I was going to die." 

He lay down on top of her, enjoying the feel of her naked skin against
his, now made wet and slippery by his semen. 

"Thank you, Helen," he whispered, "you were fantastic." 

"So were you, darling. That was the best moment of my life. I just
didn't know sex would be that good."

Karl's arms surrounded her, drawing her close. His lips brushed light
kisses against her eyelids and then against her lips. Soon, exhausted, they
both slept.