Helga's romance

After some time Helga stirred herself.

“I’m a mess,” she said. “I’m going to clean up.” She tried to sit up.

“You are not a mess,” he said, firmly. “Your juices are wonderful. Give me a few moments and I’ll lick you clean, just like a cat.”

“You can’t do that,” she said. “I flooded you.”

“I can, and I will. I’m going to make you surrender fully to me. You will be my love, for eternity.”

“You don’t have to lick me clean to win me. You’ve won me already.”

“Who says that my licking won’t break down some unknown barriers,” he said, seriously. “When I lick you, I’m going to tongue-fuck you. I’ll destroy every bit of your resistance.”

“But if you do that, I’m going to come again. I’ll just get more messy.”

“Sex juice isn’t messy. It is the nectar of the gods. You see, you are still resisting me. I still have to fully subdue you.”

“Don’t you want some coffee, first,” she asked, changing the subject.

“No! Lay down and spread your legs.”

“Oh! Rob! I’m not comfortable with that. Please let me clean up a bit first.”

He pushed her down, as she tried to rise. His tongue thrust into her mouth in a soft seductive kiss, silencing her protests. His fingers delved, finding her nub. Suddenly, she was ready again. Who cared if she was smeared with pussy juice. She had to orgasm again, and fast.

He worked his magic with his fingers as he plundered her lips and mouth. Her breathing became ragged again. His magic was like a drug. Suddenly she was there. Her eyes flew open in astonishment. Never before had it been so quick and so fulfilling. His lips traced down, his tongue probing her navel as his feather light kisses worked their way downward. Then, like a cat he started to lap up the juice that was smeared over her tummy and buttocks. Her legs spread, to accommodate his head, and suddenly she felt his teeth nip her num in a gentle bite. She screamed with the sudden orgasm that gripped her, her pelvis thrusting upward to allow his tongue to plunder her cave. Again, and again, she came, until she was sated. She felt limp, knowing that he was the world’s greatest lover. She fell asleep.

Some time later, she awoke. Rob lay asleep beside her. She clambered out of bed, threw her robe around her shoulders and rushed to the telephone. She dialled the shop.

“Hello.”

The line was bad. But she had connected.

“Mrs Philpott. I’ve got Rob inside. It was a struggle and I had to thaw him. He was unconscious. But I got him here. Let everyone know that it’s okay, please. He’s sleeping now. I don’t want people rushing around in the snow looking for him. The radio is here. Once he wakes up, I’ll get him to call you.”

Helga, didn’t stop for a breath. She was anxious to get the message out that Rob had been found and was safe.

“Okay, Helga. I got that. I’ll tell Mr Philpott that he can let everyone know that Rob is safe. The pass is blocked but we were trying to rustle up a snowplough. Look after yourselves. Give Rob our love. He’s someone special.”

“Okay. Goodbye.”

She put down the receiver and walked quickly into the bathroom. Although Rob had licked her, she still felt that she needed to wash and get herself freshened up. If he wanted to make love again, she wanted to be clean and fresh. She turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm. She slipped the robe from her shoulders and stepped into the warm stream. She soaped herself, letting the water flush away the remnants of their lovemaking. Yes, she thought, it was lovemaking, not just sex. He was a wonderful lover.

She turned in the shower and saw Rob’s naked form as he hopped into the bathroom.

“Why are you up?” she asked. “You should be resting that leg.”

“I’m coming in. It is a little sore but not so bad that I can’t join you in the shower. The cold of the snow, must have helped to prevent the ankle swelling.”

He pulled the shower door open and slipped inside. His arms grabbed her, steadying himself and he lowered his foot to the floor. She stepped backwards, to give him room. Her eyes dropped to his crotch.

“Oh! My!,” she whispered. His cock was engorged and rigid. He steeped close and lowered his hands to her waist. His head dipped, taking a nipple into his mouth. Although she thought that she had been fully sated, suddenly she was filled with the desire to have his penis deep within her.

He looked into her eyes and saw the desire suddenly rage. Without any further ado, he lifted her, tipped her hips towards him and lowered her, until she was impaled on his rigid shaft.

“I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to wait so long, this time,” he grunted, as his member drove into her.

“Nor am I,” she said and she felt him pound into her pussy. It was ecstatic. His cock filled her completely and she felt herself begin to spasm again.

He threw his head back, the cords of the muscles in his neck taught with his impending orgasm. She felt the tile of the shower against her back as his cock pistoned in and out of her lusting cunt.

“Argh!” he grunted, as his sperm shot out of his thrusting prick. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

Her ankles locked behind his waist as she opened fully to him. Suddenly, she climaxed. It was like the bursting of a rocket in the dark night sky. Bright colours flashed behind her closed lids and sensations squirmed throughout her being.

After they had showered together, Helga had gathered up Rob’s clothing and hung it up to dry in front of the raging fire that continued to burn in the fireplace. She had made coffee for them both, and had made a thick soup that was cooking merrily on the stove.

Rob had retrieved the compact two-way radio from his scattered garments, before Helga had grabbed them. Then he hopped over to the place where the two-way radio normally stood. He took the radio out of the waterproof bag in which he had luckily inserted it before travelling up to the cabin.

“We are lucky I put this in a bag,” he said. “If I had put it in my pocket, it would have been soaked when I fell into the river.”

He deftly connected the required cables and antenna wire and switched on the instrument. The indicator lights glowed, indicating that the stand-by mode was operating. He established contact with the various people that needed to know that they were safe and that the radio was operating. Then he switched it back to stand-by mode.

Helga walked into the living area from the kitchen.

“Do you know that you look absolutely gorgeous, standing over there in all your naked glory,” said Helga. “but aren’t you cold?”

“No!” he replied, “I’m okay. “Unfortunately, Dave didn’t leave some clothes here when he left, so I can’t even borrow something of his.”

“I think I should bind your ankle,” said Helga. “Come over here and sit down.”

Helga had found a wide crepe bandage in the medicine chest, and she brandished it. In response to her request, Rob hopped over to the high-backed chair and settled down. Helga settled into a crouch in front of the chair and gently lifted Rob’s ankle. She probed gently, examining the ankle for more damage. Fortunately, the ankle hadn’t swollen too much although a dark bruise was becoming evident. She quickly wound the bandage around the ankle and fixed it securely with a strip of adhesive plaster.

Looking up, she was confronted by Rob’s naked cock and balls lying between his spread thighs. Her pupils dilated with her sudden sexual awareness.

“I could eat you up, you look so good.”

“Be my guest.”

She reached over and took his thick, yet non-erect organ into her hands. It immediately started to swell and stiffen. Her tongue reached out and wet the length of the underside of his suddenly hard rod. His hips thrust forward on the chair, giving her easier access to his weapon. She licked the tip, making it shiny with her saliva. It pulsed in her hands, the gentle caresses causing him extreme delight.

She glanced up at him and saw his eyes closed with delight. She opened her lips and allowed the warmth of her wet mouth to slowly lower over his hard cock. He gave a ragged sigh. Her mouth slid over, taking his weapon deep inside her. His hands wound into her tresses, as she moved her mouth up and down over its hardened length.

“You had better stop, if you don’t want a mouthful of my cum,” he gasped.

She stopped for a moment, lifter her head and smiled at him. Lust had glazed her eyes.

“I want you to cum,” she said. “I want to swallow your juices, just you drank mine. Go for it, Baby.”

She settled her mouth over his instrument and continued her ministrations. Now, she was giving him a deep throat experience, his hard, thick member causing her to open her jaws wide to accommodate his thrusting. She felt him quiver. His climax was upon him. Her tongue swirled in her mouth, causing incredible sensations to surge through his being. He gasped and jerked, as his orgasm burst forth. His jism hit the back of her throat as she swallowed. She lifted her head, and licked the warm cum from the tip.

“Mmm,” she said, “You taste delicious. It’s warm and salty. I love it. You’ll have to give me more later.”

“Only if you promise to let me eat you and taste your succulent pussy juices at the same time.”

Anytime, Baby! I love 69ing”

Rob lifted Helga from the floor and settled her over his thighs. Her succulent pussy was stretched wide over his legs and he felt her freely flowing juices start to wet her pubic hairs. He took one of her breasts into his mouth as his hand caressed her other nipple and the full firmness of the other globe. He licked and sucked, causing her to squirm with delight. Then, he lifted his head and kissed her gently. It wasn’t the kiss of a sex partner. It was the kiss of a soul mate. She felt the commitment of his kiss, and knew that he loved her.

His hands caressed her, seeking the skin of her smooth back, the hollows of her armpits and elbows, the valley of her buttocks. His hands were wonderful, sensitising her body. She knew that his tongue on her breast and his hands on her skin could cause her to climax, without penetration. Suddenly, she was there. Her climax spasmed and she shook with delight. Rob thrust his fingers deep into her cunt, between their bodies. Her cunt walls gripped his fingers as the spasms continued.

They had their meal and then crept wearily into the bed. She lay, encompassed in his arms, a joy bubbling within her. She had found her mate. He didn’t know it yet, but she was going to marry him. The sex was incredible, but the emotional oneness was far more wonderful. She burrowed closer and felt his arms tighten around her.

He lay thinking. Goodness, she feels great in my arms, he though. I’m going to have to make this permanent. She doesn’t know it, but I’m going to marry her. I’m going to spend the next few days making her realise that I love her and that I want her in my arms forever. His arms tightened around her, possessively.

They slept.

The following morning, he awoke to find that the sun had come out. The snow sparkled in the sunlight, the trees dressed in a cloak of whiteness. Rob had jumped out of bed and gone into the kitchen to make some breakfast. He left Helga in the bed, her eyes closed.

Helga was awake, but had lain still, thinking of the wonder of her love. She loved him. She heard him working in the kitchen and had crept out of bed and walked into the living room to rekindle the fire. She was naked, but the cottage was still warm from the fire of the previous evening.

She gathered up some kindling and laid it over the glowing coals. She knelt down, on the bear rug, and blew onto the coals, causing them to glow brighter. The kindling caught and flared. She lifted pieces of wood from the basket next to the fireplace and laid them onto the fire.

Unbeknown to her, Rob had re-entered the living area. He had seen her crouching in front of the fire, her derriere moving seductively in the morning light. His cock had immediately stiffened. I’ve got to go in from behind, he realised. He moved quietly across the room, his bound ankle allowing him to move more easily. Reaching her, he knelt.

She heard something and glanced over her shoulder. She saw his raging hardness and realised that he was going to fuck her from behind. She smiled, opened her legs to ease his entry, and tilted her buttocks upward. He knelt behind her, finding joy in gazing at the rounded pussy lips that showed between her legs. The puckered roundness of her anus lay just above his target. His fingers dragged across the lips, feeling the down that nestled there. His fingers probed, gentle in their touch. He smiled. She was already wet. He moved closer, lifting her buttocks high. Unerringly, his cock found her opening and he sank deep into her depths.

Suddenly, the heat was upon them. She thrust backwards, encasing his shaft deep within her. He started to move, his hands guiding the tempo as they grasped her hips. Her hand stole under her, between her legs and she softly grasped his swinging balls. They rocked together. He reached around, and found her clit with his fingers. Gently, he pulled on it, causing her to rapidly reach the point of no return. They orgasmed, crying out in the early morning stillness.

He flipped her over, onto the rug. Although he had just shot a load of jism into her, he was still hard. He spread her legs wide and then knelt over one of them. He positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy, twisted her slightly sideways and rammed his cock home. She felt every inch of him delving into her wet tunnel. His hardness and length filled her completely. He hit the back of her tunnel with his angry rod, causing her to instantly orgasm. He withdrew and lurched in again. She orgasmed again. Every thrust, caused another flight into the heavens. She had never known such joy.

His thrusting quickened. She looked up that the man, beneath whom she was impaled. His arms, corded with muscles, held him away from her, as he pistoned into her. She realised that he was taking his weight, protecting her from his mass. But she wanted him close. Her arms snaked around him, pulling him down. Her breasts flattened between them and his hairy chest tormented her nipples. Suddenly, they orgasmed again, and lay spent on the rug, in front of the fire. They rested.

Later, after they had had their breakfast, Helga had ironed Rob’s clothes and he had dressed. They had gone outside and surveyed the scene.

“I’ll give the ankle a couple of days,” he said, “and then I’ll go down and see what I can do about the bridge. You realise that we will be cut off for some days?”

“Yes,” she had replied, “I’m so happy. There will be no one to bother us as we experiment and see if there are any new ways of fucking we can develop for the Karma Sutra. You realise, that I’m going to rape you, and fuck you stupid, before we get rescued. You’ll be a shambling old man by the time I’m finished with you.”

“I’m glad of that,” he responded, seriously. “I know it seems awfully impetuous, but will you marry me. I’m in love with you.”

“What?” she said, incredulously, as she launched herself into his arms. They had tumbled into the snow, with the energy of her action. “Of course, I’ll marry you, my darling. I love you too.”

She had lifted her head and looked at him. Smiling, she asked. “Do you think we could do it, here in the snow?”

He had responded with an affirmative hug.

I’m sure you will realise that the next week, whilst they had been left alone on the mountain top, they had had the opportunity to experiment with all the ways of making love. She had masturbated him, he had masturbated her, and she had tied him to the bed and fucked him silly. And he had tied her up and returned the favour. He had fucked her with her vibrator and then pushed himself inside her, together with the flexing toy, stretching her wide. He had eaten her, she had eaten him. They had 69ed. It had been a feast of fucking.

They never told me if they had found any new positions for the Karma Sutra, though.