Andy’s head hurt. Bad! It had been a long day, and a very intense one, on top of a night of not much sleep before. He’d had an awful lot shoveled at him, almost from the minute he walked into the door until they left. The weirdest thing of all was that a lot of it made sense … when he stopped to think about it, and he hadn’t had much time to do that. Really, a lot of it came down to what he understood a good marriage to be, a process of mutual respect, sharing, communicating with each other, servicing each other’s needs … but kinky, kinky!

Well, not that kinky … along in the afternoon, he’d challenged Helena on her assertion that she didn’t find anything they were doing to be incompatible with her beliefs as a Christian … and she’d thrown Ephesians 5:22 right back in his face in an instant, setting off an hour or more of very intense Bible study – and nothing he could find to counter with.

In a sense, it had been a very enjoyable day. It was comfortable in Mr. McCluskey’s living room, sitting around with him and the two women, exploring some of the byways of the ideas that they brought out, challenging his assumptions, expanding his enlightenment. He’d had seminars in college that hadn’t been that intense, and he was sure they had done little more than scratch the surface. He still had a million questions, there were many areas they had barely touched upon … but, still, when he thought about it … weird. There was no doubt that Mr. McCluskey and Acacia had something real serious going on there, that they both had a lot of interesting ideas, and that he was a very interesting teacher. Andy would be months assimilating some of that stuff.

The day had continued very formally, although somewhat less so than in the opening minutes. The ladies had joined them, and it basically turned into an ongoing round-table discussion, and as far as Andy could tell they hadn’t held anything back, even though there were areas they didn’t have time to explore. The discussion had hardly slowed over a light lunch, and kept on while Mr. McCluskey, who proved to be an excellent cook, put together a gourmet dinner, with the help of the ladies, who seemed to be perfectly happy to help out wearing their handcuffs, which they did all day. Only after dinner did the formality lighten a bit more, when Mr. McCluskey had Helena kneel before him so he could remove her collar and handcuffs just about as ceremoniously as he had put them on many hours before. Once she stood up, she gave Mr. McCluskey a hug and a little kiss, and said, “Thanks, Wade. You’ve been a dear. See you tomorrow!”

“You kids take care driving back,” he’d said. Things had turned almost normal in an instant … well, almost. Acacia was still in high kneel by the fireplace, still wearing collar and handcuffs – she’d be staying the night. Well, she was his girlfriend, after all … what could they be doing right now? Lord only knew … some of the hints he’d had, some of the flat statements they’d made …

He and Helena had gotten into the car; she’d snuggled up under his arm, feeling very warm and cuddly, almost like a normal girl … “Thanks, Andy,” she’d said once they got out on the road. “I know that was an awful lot to dump on you at once, but I think you see why I wanted to do it that way.”

“Yeah,” he’d said quietly. “Sorry, Helena. That was a hell of a load to process all at once, I’m still trying to put it all together.”

“A good bit of it will make sense after a good night’s sleep,” she said. “And I think more of it will tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” Andy said impassively. She was nice enough to realize that he had a lot to think about, so didn’t try to make conversation, just cuddled up alongside him, letting him know she was there. That was very courteous, for his mind was running hard. Put all of the stuff out of the way, whether it made sense or not, and bring it down to some simple facts, he thought. The simplest fact of all was that this was what Helena wanted. He could have her – and realized now, easily, if he went through with the formalities and rituals – but could he handle it? Or, should he quit before it got way out of hand?

Helena was a nice girl, rather special in her way. Brave, God yes, after a week ago Friday, she still impressed him. She seemed loving, intelligent, had a number of characteristics that he really liked … but let’s face it – she’s a nut. A very pretty nut, though, one who clearly intended to spend a lot of effort to make a man very happy in her own way … which might not be all that incompatible with how he would like to be made happy … he remembered back to the Halloween Party, where he’d renewed is acquaintance with Helena after their one uncomfortable date months before. At the party, she’d seemed interesting, warm, with a helluva sense of humor, willing to go along with the gag … and then he’d danced with her, felt her back, felt the laces of the corset holding her tight. He barely admitted to himself that he had a fetish about that, but realizing that she was wearing a tight-laced corset, and imagining what it must really look like, had been one of the things that had drawn his attention back to her … and she’d proved a much more desirable person than she had on that first date. There had been more there than met the eye. Now, he realized, lots more, and he was sure he was nowhere near the bottom of the well. Dear God, what else could be lurking there?

Although he hadn’t made up his mind to tell her, he spent the last couple of miles trying to figure out some way to gracefully say that all this was too much for him, that she was a nice girl and deserved a wonderful master and husband but that he doubted he could hack it and wasn’t the one for her … but hadn’t yet come up with a way to say it when he parked outside the apartment.

“Andy?” she said in a small voice, the first time she’d spoken in minutes, “Could I ask a small favor of you?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I’ve got some spots on my back that I can’t reach real well where I need some antibiotic cream. Could you be so kind as to help me, sir?”

“Sure,” Andy said. Nut or not, she had courage, and he’d do what he could to soothe her.

They headed up to the apartment. It seemed quiet there, with Acacia gone, and after being empty all day. They took off their coats and headed for the kitchen. Helena took a bottle of some liquid, he couldn’t see what it was, and put it in the microwave for a few seconds. “That the stuff for your back?” he asked.

“No,” she smiled and said softly, in a slightly husky voice. “That’s in my room. Come on and help me, Andy.”

They headed on into her room. Andy figured she’d just pull up the back of her sweater and lie face down on the bed; he looked around briefly for the ointment, and realized that her sweater and bra were off and that she was stripping off her skirt, pantyhose and panties all in one fell swoop. In but an instant, she was standing nude before him. He’d never even seen her in a swimsuit, much less in the altogether – but she was quite a sight – a nice shape, a nice chest, large dark nipples, rounded hips, a flat belly, the very picture of wanton lust. “You didn’t have to go quite that far,” he smiled.

“Well, I’ve got some down on my butt, too,” she smirked as she lay face down on the bed. “Might as well clear away the work area.”

It was the first time he’d seen her bare back since the night of the whipping. It did look a lot better; bruises were turning yellow, there was some scabbing, but all in all it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as he might have imagined. It didn’t take long to put the ointment on. “Thanks, Andy,” she said, rolling to one side so he could have a better look at her charms. “I know this has been an extremely hard day for you,” she said. “Believe it or not, it’s been hard for me. I wish my back were up for a hot oil massage right now, but I don’t dare, not just now. But if you’d like, I’d love to give you one, just to thank you for being such a good sport.”

Better say no, Andy, he thought – but he was pulling off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt as he did. In but a minute or two, with her help, he was lying face down on her bed, top half bare, with his pants unbuttoned so she could work on his lower back. He felt the warmth of the oil being spread on his back, felt her spread her legs and straddle his butt, working on his back, his neck – and, oh God, did that feel good. In only a couple minutes, his headache had gone away after hanging on for hours – just evaporated away by the gentle, firm and loving touch of her hands. That another part of him was beginning to ache crossed his mind, and it was getting very hard indeed as her hands massaged his back, worked the kinks of tension out of his muscles. He was only half aware when his pants came down, when she urged him to turn over on his back. Not protesting, accepting what was to come, he rolled over, and in seconds she was astraddle him, his hard tool resting up against her belly as she massaged it, with some other kind of lotion or potion she took from a bed stand drawer. “Oh, that’s very nice,” he heard her say as her hands worked on it. “Very nice, indeed.” My God, how wonderful, he thought, passively lying there but half out of his mind with desire.

Acutely aware, but accepting what was happening, he realized that she was picking herself up, and felt her hand on his rock-hard tool positioning it. He watched her lower herself down on it, impaling herself on his body, felt it slide deep and warm within her, snug and wet and deeeep … he reached up to play with those magnificent nipples as he started to try to move within her, but she murmured, “No, Andy. Let me do this. I can only do this if I’m not too worked up and I can’t do it for long.”

For a second, he wondered what she was talking about, but then he felt her vagina clamp down on him. Hard. My God … and then he felt the muscles within her pulsating, drawing him into her, massaging his manhood with her womanhood as they lay and sat there, otherwise unmoving. A small part of his brain comprehended a little. He’d heard locker-room and frat house stories of women who could do that, always a friend of a friend of a friend, and he’d always thought it was a legend … but no, this was real … then he thought no more, only felt … my God, how wonderful … oh … oh … AAAAAAAH!

His body just exploded, unable to take that wonderful torture any longer. He turned into a human volcano, his lust and his being centered in his brain and his prick as it erupted a flaming lava of semen into her … he couldn’t help it, he was moaning with pure delight, writhing and bucking on the bed as she rode him. Some small awareness heard the whine of a cat in heat erupt from her lips, as she was coming right along with him, bucking and thrashing with delights …

And things must have gone black for a while, for the next thing he knew, she was lying half on him, half beside him, her hot lips crushed against his, tongues entwining. After an eternity, she pulled her lips away and whispered, “Did you like that?”

“No,” he said. “I absolutely loved it. Where did you learn to do that, anyway?”

“Acacia told me about it,” she smiled serenely. “I’ve been practicing, but that’s the first time I’ve done it in action. I’ll keep working on it. Maybe I can do it better next time.”

My God! he thought. How could it be better than that? Then, he did very little thinking, and just let his body take over. Sometime afterward – there was no telling how long – he was dimly aware of her pulling him on top of her. “Your back …” he mumbled. “I don’t want to hurt it.”

“It’ll hurt a little,” she told him. “But the pleasure will make it worth the while.”

Andy could tell dimly that it was morning because of the light that was streaming in the window. Awareness came slowly. He was aware that he wasn’t in his own room … then became aware that Helena was sleeping in his arms … and a lot of it, if not all of it, came back to him. Yesterday seemed like another world, and the events of last night were a little fuzzy. They’d made it … lots. That was pretty fuzzy, too, just a warm memory of intense pleasure, repeated again and again. All combined, all of the other women he’d had, and there weren’t many, couldn’t have added up to one of those magnificent rides she’d given him … my God, and he’d come that close to kissing her off last night, and he’d have never known what he would have missed.

As awareness came to him, he felt a pain spread over his back. Not in his spine, but on his skin, high up on the center of his back … oh, yes … my God, how wonderful. Once, twice, who knows how many times she’d grabbed his back and held on hard as she bucked underneath him, yowling and moaning as her body thrashed in pure orgasm, as he was going off too, thrashing and moaning himself, trying from elemental need to thrust himself as deep as he could into her. Screwing her was about like screwing a land mine, he thought. When she goes off – what a ride! It was like a human explosion going off underneath him.

The thought made him frown a little. In the few girls he’d loved before, he’d never remembered the girl coming at the same time he did, and sometimes he’d never been able to bring them off at all – but as far as he could remember through the fuzziness, Helena had never missed … what’s more, she’d never missed going off at the same time he did. Helena had always seemed nice and sweet and demure, and he’d never even begun to imagine what bed wrecker sex with her could be.

Yesterday came to mind. God, that was crazy. This chick is nuts … but if the hints and discussions he’d picked up were anywhere near close to the truth, last night had only been a warm up … what an amazing woman … she might screw him to death, but what a way to go!

“Good morning, my hero,” he heard her whisper.

“Good morning, my love,” he whispered back gently, seeing now that her eyes were open. He glanced into the depths of them, noting her hair spread on the pillow, so casual and lovely that it might have been a fine painting.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

“Sorry?” he smiled. “What for?”

“I’m just sorry I couldn’t do better for you, my hero. I’m pretty new at this. I don’t have that much practice. If we work at it, I’ll get better in time.”

“Helena …” he said, mentally shaking his head. Could it possibly get better than that? “That was just fine. It was wonderful.”

“I’m glad you thought so,” she smiled. “Andy, I made love to a boy when I was in college, but this was the first time I ever made love to a man.”

“You did just fine,” he repeated as his heart melted down into a wet puddle. He remembered last night, when he’d been trying to find the words to tell her good-bye. Now the world shifted on its axis. Again. Not the first time in the last few days, either. With words that rejected those thoughts and set him on course for another round in the pits of her madness, though she’d never know it, he said, “What time do we have to be back to Mr. McCluskey’s?”

She glanced at the clock, shouted, “Oh, my dear!” and erupted from his arms. “We can barely make it. Teacher will be furious with us. Come on, we’ve got to hurry!”

“Helena,” he said quietly. “If we’re late, we’re late.”

“You don’t understand,” she said. “One thing Teacher demands is punctuality. He’s very serious about it. Hurry up, get dressed.”

“Helena, I’ll take the blame,” he said. “I’ll make up some excuse. I’m not going back up there smelling like we had a night of hot sex and couldn’t bother to shower, and neither are you.”

“Well, all right,” she said excitedly. “Let’s make it a very quick one. Oh, Teacher will be mad!”

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