One Kiss Too Many (chapter four) - Sex Stories

One Kiss Too Many (chapter four)

CHAPTER FOUR: HELENISM As Donna was getting ready for her date with Steve at the Longhouse, she recalled other times she had hoped to find a lasting love. Stan came to mind. Donna met him at a dance hall. She had been dancing with her friend, Helen. Helen was the one and only friend she had since she moved to the island. She met her through an ad in the paper. Donna was looking for shared accommodations, and Helen had a bachelorette apartment in Nanaimo. "Come on in and check it out. There’s the kitchen, there’s the bathroom." It was pretty basic. "Just one bed?" Donna asked. "Yes we will have to share that. Are you alright with that?" Donna was a woman of the world. Sharing a bed was no big deal. "Sure. When can I move in?" "Right now," Helen answered. Donna went down to her car and grabbed her suitcases. She had no idea of Helen’s strange personality quirks. That night, Helen came to bed, right after Donna did. She was naked. "Donna, do you have a boyfriend?" Donna told her, not at the moment. "What about you, Helen? Is there a special guy in your life?" "I’ve never had a boyfriend for more than a week or so, even with my breast implants." "Why not," Donna asked. "Well it seems I scare them off. It’s because my clitoris is almost the size of an Oscar Mayer weiner. When they see that, they freak out, thinking I’m a guy. But I’m not. I have a vagina. I’m not a hermaphrodite either, because there is no opening in my clit, even though it has a head and a foreskin. I can’t pee ...

... or ejaculate out of it. It’s just an enormous six-inch clit. It does shrink sometimes." "Can I see it?" Helen responded by lying on her back on her bed, baring herself. "Wow! Your breasts look great." "You can touch them if you want. I don’t mind," said Helen. Donna reached up and touched them. The implants were hard. Then she looked down. "Is your clitoris always that big?" "No, It’s at its smallest. I use a clit pump on it to get some satisfaction." "Can I touch that too?" Donna didn’t wait for an answer. It was probably her British upbringing that made her so bold. She gently grabbed Helen’s clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, and began pulling the foreskin back and forth, pumping it. It started growing, just like a penis. "Wow! That’s so much better than my pump," said Helen. "Oh ya, how about this?" Donna leaned forward and put her lips on the shaft of Helen’s clit, flicking it with her tongue, and sucking it like a cock. Donna slid her mouth up and down on Helen’s swollen clit, sucking all the while. It grew to the size of a man’s penis. Helen went wild, but it wasn’t until Donna inserted two fingers in Helen’s dripping wet pussy, and sucking her clit that she screamed out in ecstasy. "O that feels so good. No one has fucked me for years. That feels sooooo good!" After multiple orgasms, Helen wanted to return the favour. "Donna, you’re so kind and compassionate. I’ve been longing for a human touch for years. And you haven’t reacted like I was some kind of freak. I ...