Helen's Toy Ch. 03 - Exploration

Author Note

This story is chapter 3 in my series Helen's Toy. Follow the adventures of Helen as a series of chance encounters and mishaps lead to her sexual odyssey.

Not long after leaving work, Helen was getting out of a taxi outside of her apartment block. She was consumed with thoughts of how quickly she could get a replacement phone and get back to normality. It felt so strange not having a phone for the morning. She'd reached into her handbag for it half a dozen times already. It really does make you realise that we're on mobile devices far too often, she mused. She found the realisation that modern life revolved around looking into a phone screen quite depressing.

Helen put the key into her heavy front door, and pushed it open. The first thing she noticed was that the hallway was in darkness, which was unusual. She realised it was because she always left the adjoining bedroom door open when she left the apartment, but now it was closed.

She'd definitely left the door open when she had left for work this morning. Or did I? I was in a hurry after all. Then she heard it. A muffled sound coming from the bedroom. Is Brad home? Helen flung the bedroom door wide open. Deep down, she knew what she was going to find, and the sinking feeling in her stomach had already started before the door fully opened.

Helen was confronted with a scene from her worst nightmares. One that she'd often imagined, but had managed to surpress whenever the thoughts had intruded on her.

Brad lay on the bed. His head turned to the side, looking towards the door, a stunned expression on his face that seemed to be frozen in time. Sitting astride of him was Jessica; Brad's work colleague. Helen had always had her suspicions, but never thought that Brad would actually betray her so callously. She'd always put her suspicions down to paranoia.

Both of them were naked. Jessica was sat upright, ginding slowly on Brad's cock. Her head was thrown back, her back arched. She hadn't even noticed the door opening. Jessica ran a hand through her sleek shoulder length dark hair as she let out a moan of pleasure. Helen had always been jealous of Jessica. Jealous of her perfect body, slim and tanned with small but perfectly shaped breasts. Jealous of her relationship with Brad. One that he'd insisted was purely platonic.

Helen was paralysed for what seemed like an eternity. The feeling of dread quickly turned to anger. How could he do this to me? After everything they'd been through. Her bottom lip quivered as she fought against a tangle of shock, hurt and humiliation.

Brad jumped up, moving Jessica off him and made a pathetic effort to cover his erection. Jessica turned quickly to see Helen standing in the doorway. She grabbed a pillow to cover her perfect tanned body as she looked down, refusing to meet Helen's gaze.

"I'm sorry," stuttered Brad. "Wait... I mean. It's not what it looks like!" This time Helen and Jessica both fixed Brad with quizzical glares and raised eyebrows. Brad fished around for his trousers from the floor, and stood up, scrambling to put them on.

"How the fuck could you?" demanded Helen. The words barely escaping her mouth. Tears were streaming down her pale cheeks as her stunned horror had already turned to heartbreak. Brad took a step forward and tried to touch her, but she backed away. The thought of him touching her made Helen feel nauseous.

"Get out," she said. It came as a whisper. Brad again inched closer to her. "Get out!" she cried. This time more forcefully. "And take your slut with you!"

Jessica didn't say anything. She was hastily retrieving her clothes from the floor.

"Helen," pleaded Brad. "This doesnt mean anything."

"What?" Jessica spoke for the first time. "You've been saying you were going to leave her for months, but you've just not had the balls to do it!"

Jessica had managed to get dressed back into her smart trouser suit, that extenuated her long legs, and highlighted her small pert bottom.

Brad stood facing Helen with his mouth flapping like a floundering fish, but no words came out.

"Get! Out!" repeated Helen slowly but forcibly.

Brad and Jessica both scuttled out of the bedroom towards the front door. Brad made an attempt to put his arm around Jessica as they were leaving, but she brushed him aside. The door closed behind them, and Helen could hear Jessica launch into a muffled tirade.

Helen shuffled into the living room in a daze. She couldn't stand to be in the bedroom, and have to look at the bed, her bed, the bed that Brad had defiled.

She threw herself onto the sofa and curled up into a ball. The tears came in floods. She'd not cried like this since the day her father had left home when she was a young child. She felt sick to the pit of her stomach, and just wanted the world to open up and swallow her whole. In that moment she hated herself more than Brad. How could I have been so stupid? How did I not see it coming?

Helen had been suspicious of Brad and Jessica's relationship for some time. He'd worked with her for two years, and he'd claimed that they were just friends. They'd had their little jokes though that Helen wasn't privy to, and the way they looked at each other. It was so obvious! How did I not seen it? But she had.

Deep down she had always known. It had coincided with the time that she felt the spark being extinguished from their relationship. She'd conveniently accepted Brad's explanations and excuses rather than accepting the brutal reality.

There had been the suggestive messages from Jessica on Brad's phone. The time the two of them had sneaked away during a work Christmas party, with Jessica returning and adjusting her skirt and reapplying her lipstick. It all seemed so obvious now.

Helen's next thoughts turned to despair of what to do next. They rented this tiny one bedroom apartment together. Helen worked hard and was relatively well paid, but in this town she couldn't afford the rent by herself. She was consumed by thoughts and regrets of the years spent together with Brad. She couldn't help but think that it had been time wasted as she crept ever closer to her 30th birthday. She'd had plans for a life together with Brad, and had committed so much of herself to him and their relationship.

Helen had always considered herself a late developer in terms of her experience with men. She'd only ever had one boyfriend before Brad, and that wasn't serious. It had been nothing more than a few awkward fumbles when she was at university. Brad was her first serious boyfriend, her first love. She had been convinced that he loved her too. But surely that had all been a cruel illusion. How could he possibly have loved her and treated her this way?

She'd already decided that she wouldn't take Brad back. She had too much self respect for that. Will I have to go back home? she thought. She didn't want to go back to the provincial town that she'd left long ago. She'd made a successful career for herself in the city, and it would seem like failure to have to go back home. Besides, she didn't have the closest relationship with her mother, who would most likely load her own problems onto Helen. She'd had to grow up at such a young age. She'd had no option but to become so independent, she hated feeling vulnerable.

The hours passed as Helen's thoughts swirled in a vortex of doom, and she attempted to pick up the pieces of a broken life. She lay in the same position on the sofa while the sun went down, not moving to eat, drink or even close the curtains.

She did have Lizzy though. She wished that Lizzy was here, just to talk to. She didn't have her phone after the robbery earlier in the day, so couldn't call her, and she couldn't bring herself to leave the apartment. Lizzy would have known what to do. They did everything together and cared about each other deeply. Lizzy had been seeing Andy for nearly a year now though, and although Helen was happy for them both, she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy for the time that Andy got to spend with her best friend. But he was good to her and made Lizzy happy.

Helen had never felt so alone. Brad was gone, and Lizzy was spending more time than ever with Andy. It dawned on her that they were the only two people that she really had in her life. She fought with the temptation to give into self pity. Every fibre in her just wanted to give up, but she'd never quit anything without a fight before. She didn't have a confrontational personality, but she did have a resolve and a fortitude that she now desperately tried to call upon.

After an unknown number of hours, Helen eventually steeled herself. She wasn't going to allow herself to be a victim. She'd come out on top. She just needed to come up with a plan.

Helen woke on the sofa the next morning. She was in the same foetal position from the night before. Sun was streaming though the windows, and she was still dressed in her work clothes. For a split second she didn't remember what had happened the previous day, and then it all came flooding back. It felt like a bad dream as she relived the horror again and comprehended her world being turned upside down.

The all too familiar tears rolled from Helen's striking blue eyes onto her cheeks. She didn't want to move, but knew that she had to. The vortex of thoughts and questions from the night before just continued to spin in her mind. It took all of Helen's strength to sit upright and lift herself off the sofa. Just put one foot in front of the other, she told herself. She needed to make sense of her thoughts and come up with a course of action.

Helen couldn't face going into work today. She went for her phone to call in sick, but suddenly remembered yesterday's commute and the robbery. Another problem for me to sort out!

She fired up her old laptop computer which she barely used anymore. She sent an email to her manager Beverley, asking if she could take the day off. She didn't mention the situation with Brad, but said that she needed time after the events of yesterday to get a new phone and sort a few things out. She was sure that Beverley would understand.

She took a shower and put on her pyjamas. A satin aqua blue chemise and panty set. She closed the bedroom door, not wanting to look at the bed that Brad had so cruelly betrayed her on. She scoured the kitchen cupboards for chocolate and any other unhealthy snack that she could find, and sat back down on the sofa. She'd allow herself one day of feeling sorry for herself, and then she would take on everything that the world had to throw at her. And so the trashy movie watching marathon began.

It was early in the evening when Helen was starting to regret the junk food, and think about getting a substantial meal when there was a short but rapid knock at the front door. Is it Brad? Surely he'd just use the key, she thought.

Helen slowly made her way over to the front door, not wanting to make a sound in case she had to pretend not to be home. "Helen, it's Liz," she heard. "Are you home?"

Helen breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door. "Thank God," said Helen. "I thought it might be Brad. Come in."

Helen immediately sensed that there was something wrong. Lizzy seemed flustered, and was looking at her, as if trying to gauge a reaction. Does she know about Brad?

"Are you alright?" enquired Lizzy gingerly.

"No not really," replied Helen. She closed her eyes, holding her hand to her forehead. "It's Brad. He's left."

"Oh," said Lizzy. "Why does he know?"

"Know what?" Helen asked. She now had a puzzled expression across her brow.

"About the video."

"What video?" asked Helen. "You're not making any sense."

They moved into the living room and Lizzy just starred at her.

"Liz will you please tell me what's going on?"

"Oh fuck. You don't know do you do you?" gasped Lizzy as she held a hand up to her mouth.

"All I know is that Brad is a cheating bastard, and now you're acting all weird."

"I think we better sit down," said Lizzy.

"Fine. But will you please tell me what you're talking about? The last couple of days have been like a waking nightmare and the last thing I need is you acting all strange."

Lizzy gulped. "Did you and Brad make a video? Like a sex tape I mean."

"No!" shot back Helen. Then her facial expression changed from anger to dread. "Wait! Oh fuck no. Please don't tell me that...." Helen's hands shot up to cover her mouth and then her eyes. "It was on my phone. I recorded it accidentally! Oh God please no! Wait, how do you know about it?"

"Helen, it's everywhere," replied Lizzy in almost a whisper. She was trying her hardest to look her best friend in the eyes.

"What do you mean everywhere?" said Helen. Her hands still covering her face, as if trying to hide.

"It's all over social media. It's gone viral. Do you think Brad leaked it?"

"No. Brad doesn't know about it. It must be from when my phone was stolen. I was sure I'd locked the screen. Oh my God! My life is over!" Helen looked at the floor as tears rolled from her eyes.

"Don't be silly," shot back Lizzy. "It'll blow over, these things always do. I thought when you didn't turn up for work, that you knew about it. I only found out when Andy messaged me. God knows what he was looking at online to come across it!"

Lizzy rubbed Helen's arm reassuringly, and drew her in closer. Helen could smell Lizzy's perfume. It was so comforting to her in this whirlwind that had been the last 24 hours. Lizzy stroked the back of Helen's head as she ran her fingers though her long blonde hair. Helen's tears dropped onto Lizzy's white blouse.

Helen recounted the story about walking in on Brad and Jessica yesterday. Lizzy had suggested that they cut up Brad's clothes which gave Helen a much needed laugh.

"So have you seen this video?" asked Helen nervously.

"Bits of it. I just wanted to check if it was really you."

"Does it show.... everything?" asked Helen.

Lizzy gulped, "Yeah. It shows you, looking fucking fabulous I might add! Well.... playing with yourself. Then Brad comes in and, well as you know the rest is quite racy. I don't want to make you feel worse but it was the number one trending hashtag at one point."

"What?!" cried Helen in despair.

"Yeah. #HelenofToy apparently."

"Helen of Toy?" repeated Helen, mortified.

"Yeah. As in Helen of Troy," explained Lizzy.

"That doesn't even make sense!" protested Helen.

"Well you were riding a giant sex toy babe," replied Lizzy in her matter of fact way. Helen shot her an unimpressed glance. "Sorry. But it's better than #DildoGirl," said Lizzy.

"Oh God!" squirmed Helen. "How am I going to be able to show my face again? I'm going to have to quit my job. Everyone will be talking about me!"

"Well it's the only thing receptionist bitch Amanda has been talking about today. To be honest, I think she was the one who named you online. I think she's got one of those anonymous accounts."

"My life is so over," sobbed Helen.

Lizzy gave a reassuring smile. "It'll be fine. It'll blow over, and we'll all be laughing about it soon. It won't be long before people will be talking about the next big thing."

Helen didn't believe her at all, and she knew that Lizzy was just trying to make her feel better, but Lizzy's smile and caring presence was comforting to her. Lizzy was a little shorter than Helen, with shoulder length auburn hair, and the most stunning green eyes. She had a good body, despite never working out, which Helen had always been envious of, with breasts much bigger than her frame suggested she should have.

Helen rested her head on Lizzy's ample breasts and was comforted by her breathing, the rising of her chest, her scent. She was the only person that Helen knew that she could truly rely on and trust. The only person that had her best interests at heart. They didn't say anything. Lizzy wrapped an arm around Helen tightly whilst she continued to stroke her golden hair.

"Thanks Lizzy. I honestly don't know what I'd do without you," said Helen wiping her eyes dry.

Lizzy didn't reply. She stroked Helen's cheek and they just looked into each other's eyes.

Lizzy leaned forward. Their noses were touching. Lizzy parted her lips, and kissed Helen on the mouth. She could taste the salt from Helen's earlier tears. Helen drew back, but only slightly.

"What are you doing?" Helen whispered in a semi protest.

"Kissing you. There's something about you just lately Helen. So intoxicating," she trailed off and leaned in to kiss her again. This time both sets of lips parted and their tongues lightly danced over each other, sending sparks flying through Helen. She'd never kissed a girl before. Sure, she'd had crushes on girls, and maybe the odd celebrity, but that was just an admiration of their prettiness or their impressive bodies.

Helen broke off again, "We can't. We're best friends. What about Andy?"

"Helen, that's different. We're just friends having fun together. Don't tell me you've never thought about it. All those nights when we've danced together in the nightclub, and held each other close. What's the harm in seeing where things take us?"

"I don't know," hesitated Helen. Our relationship is so special to me, I just don't want to do anything that would change things or jeopardise it. You're the only person I have left."

"It's because our relationship is so special that we feel this way Helen." Lizzy looked deeply into her eyes and ran a finger over Helen's lips. "You're so beautiful. I just want to explore you and know every part of you".

This time it was Helen's turn. She kissed Lizzy passionately. The smoothness of her skin sent Helen wild. It was so different than being with a man. Their lips and tongues intermingled as one, as Lizzy felt the contours of Helen's breats through her silk chemise. Lizzy ran a thumb over Helen's erect nipples which sent a a wave of pleasure through her.

Helen ran her fingers through Lizzy's beautiful auburn hair. The scent of Lizzy's perfume, the wetness of her tongue, and her smooth lips. It was all so new to her. It was like she was exploring some forbidden fruit. She'd always appreciated Lizzy's attractiveness, and her body, but never in this way before.

It seemed like they were kissing for a wonderful age when Lizzy broke free. Helen fixed her gaze as she breathed heavily and felt her wetness flowing. Lizzy lifted Helen's silk chemise, slowly revealing her delightfully shaped breasts. She immediately went to work on one of her nipples with her tongue, and she raked her fingernails gently over the other. Her tongue swirled and danced in the way only a woman knows how.

The sight of Lizzy's tongue pleasuring Helen's nipples was almost as good as the sensation. Helen moaned. "Yes. Yes," she breathed. Lizzy lifted the chemise fully over Helen's head and admired the sight of her perfect breasts.

Helen leaned in again to kiss Lizzy, while she fumbled for the buttons of Lizzy's blouse. She opened her white blouse and slipped it over her shoulders, revealing her white bra. Helen unclasped it in an instant and was mesmerised as Lizzy's full 34DD tits sprang free. Helen was entranced by the freckles on her chest, and her large red areolas. She'd never explored a woman's body in this way. She felt the pang of excitement, as if she was a virgin again.

Helen took one of Lizzy's nipples into her mouth. Running her teeth gently over it as she cupped the other breast with her hand, enjoying its weight and warmth. Lizzy sat back and let Helen explore her breats and stomach. Kisses, licks, swirles, gentle bites and strokes. Every move between them felt so natural and deliberate. Not like the rushed fumbles between a man and a woman. Lizzy moaned with delight at the wetness of Helen's tongue running over her body.

Lizzy suddenly threw Helen back, so that she was lying across the sofa. With a look of pure lust in her eyes that Helen had never seen before, Lizzy grabbed at Helen's silk panties and drew them down from her hips. Helen was shocked by the suddenness of it all, but she lifted her hips so that Lizzy could pull her panties all the way down. Helen felt the rush of air against her wetness when her pussy became exposed.

Lizzy wasted no time in going to work with her tongue over the tops of Helen's thighs. She combined long licks with her hot tongue and gentle scrapes of her teeth, running from Helen's thighs to the crease of her legs.

Helen threw her head back, and she opened her legs wider. It felt amazing to have Lizzy's tongue teasing her, but she instinctively lifted her hips, as if her pussy was searching out Lizzy's tongue. Helen moaned as she cupped her own breasts and ran her fingernails over her nipples.

Helen now craved Lizzy's tongue more than anything. "Please lick my pussy," she breathed. "Please Lizzy, I want your tongue."

Lizzy was enjoying teasing Helen, but she quickly obliged. She worked her way up from Helen's thighs and ran her tongue over her quivering clitoris. "Fuck, yes!" moaned Helen. "That feels so good!"

Lizzy swirled her tongue and lips over Helen's clit as Helen moaned louder. Helen had enjoyed it when Brad had gone down on her, but this was completely different. Every move that Lizzy made hit the right spot, and sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body.

Lizzy started to trace her tongue from Helen clit, down to her cunt. She lapped at Helen's wetness as she gently explored her. Helen was in heaven, and she ran her fingers through Lizzy's auburn hair. Helen's breaths became deeper. She started to feel the beginnings of an orgasm. It took every part of her to move Lizzy's head away though, as she decided that she didn't want to cum quite yet. As their eyes met, they stared at each other for the longest moment. Both of them were breathing heavily. Helen leaned down to kiss Lizzy, and was again driven wild by the taste of herself on Lizzy's tongue.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Helen whispered. Lizzy smiled as Helen took her by the hand and led her out of the living room. Helen was completely naked, and Lizzy was hypnotised by her figure as she followed. Her long blonde hair, running free down her back, her juicy round ass, her athletic legs. Lizzy couldn't wait to continue to explore Helen's body.

They entered the bedroom, and Lizzy stepped out of her skirt and knickers. They kissed deeply with tongues again whilst they stood next to the bed. Both of them enjoyed the feeling of their warm breasts up against each other. Lizzy ran her hands over Helen's ass, and Helen ran her fingers through Lizzy's hair. Their eyes again made contact, and they both giggled with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

Any reluctance that Helen had initially felt had now completely disappeared. She turned Lizzy around and pushed her down towards the bed. Helen excitedly opened her bedside table and pulled out her trusty pink vibrator. With its modest five inches and three vibration settings, it had never failed to bring her to orgasm.

"Wait," said Lizzy. "What's that?"

"It's my vibrator," replied Helen hesitantly. "We don't have to use it if you don't want to."

"Don't you fob me off what that thing Helen! I want to meet Mr Big!" giggled Lizzy.

"Really?" said Helen coyly. "Well, I guess if you really want to."

Helen reached underneath the bed and slowly produced her new toy. The huge eight inch long silicone dildo with extra girth. She had the sudden realisation of how much her life had changed since she had first used it, just two days ago. Her heart skipped a beat as she felt the girth in her hands.

"Oh my fucking God!" cried Lizzy. She let out a nervous laugh as she contemplated its size. She took it from Helen's outstretched hand. "Fucking hell! It's huge!" Lizzy gasped as she surveyed the length and girth. "What does it feel like?"

"I won't lie, it's pretty damn amazing," replied Helen. "I mean it was uncomfortable at first, but when I got used to it... it was like nothing I've experienced before!"

"I've never taken anything that big. I'm so nervous!" giggled Lizzy.

"Bigger than Andy then?" teased Helen.

Lizzy let out a deep laugh, "Are you joking? He's about half of that thing, if that!" Both of them giggled "Now I know why they call you Helen of Toy though," teased Lizzy.

Helen shot her a wry look, and she suddenly remembered the sex tape that apparently half the world had seen! "Don't even go there," she mumbled.

"I'm just joking," said Lizzy. "Helen of Toy; the face that sucked a thousand cocks!"

They both burst out in a fit of laughter. "Shut up!" protested Helen. "You've sucked way more cocks than I have!"

They laughed again. Helen was drawn to the sight of Lizzy's large breasts bouncing up and down as she laughed.

"I'm just jealous," said Lizzy. "Jealous that you're a kinky bitch who likes big cock!"

They laughed again. This time they drew closer, and Lizzy kissed Helen gently on the lips. Helen didn't know that is was possible for such a gentle kiss to drive such a feeling of lust through her body.

They kissed deeper as their tongues intermingled and entwined.

Helen eventually withdrew and made her way down to Lizzy's pussy. It was so inviting and intoxicating as Lizzy widened her legs. Helen could smell her sex as she appreciated her delicately groomed pubic hair. She had never been this close to another woman's pussy, but she knew exactly what she needed to do. Helen sought out Lizzy's clit with her tongue, licking and kissing in the way that she liked to be licked and kissed.

Lizzy moaned and whispered "Yes, yes..."

Helen was intoxicated by Lizzy's taste. She had loved to taste her own pussy, especially on Brad's cock after he'd fucked her, or on her own fingers after she'd masturbated. Helen was surprised that Lizzy tasted differently to herself though. She'd just assumed that all women tasted the same. Definitely not as sweet as her own pussy, but stronger and more defined. She eagerly lapped at the wetness flowing from Lizzy's cunt.

Helen was going wild. She was consumed with giving Lizzy pleasure, but was aware of her own wanton cunt in the air as she bent down to service Lizzy.

Lizzy's breathing quickened with every stroke of Helen's tongue. Helen momentarily paused as she reached for the dildo. Lizzy lay back in extacy with her eyes closed. Helen suddenly stopped and quickly skipped to the bedside cupboard to find the lube.

"Shit, I can't find it," she cursed.

"Find what?" asked Lizzy dreamily as she massaged her own breasts.

"The lube," replied Helen

Helen decided that she needed to improvise, and she spat a wad of saliva over the dildo. She lathered it up and down the shaft with her hand.

Going back to Lizzy's pussy with her tongue, Helen spat onto Lizzy's sex.

Lizzy was initially taken aback by the directness of Helen's actions, but felt more than a pang of pleasure when the wetness of Helen's saliva hit her pussy. She moaned as she felt it dripping from her already wet cunt.

Helen wielded the eight inch dildo in her hand, and brought it to the lips of Lizzy's pussy, at the same time as she caressed Lizzy's clit. Helen pushed the dildo into Lizzy's welcoming cunt. The head of the dildo slipped in easier than Helen had expected at first as Lizzy gasped.

Helen couldn't resist the sight of Lizzy's pussy stretching to its limit to take the monster girth. She slowly pushed it deeper, until it was halfway in. Lizzy's breathing rate increased as she moved her hips to adjust to the cock that was beginning to fill her up. She felts bolts of pleasure with each small movement. Her pussy contracted to grip the girth which drew the dildo in deeper.

"Fuck!" cried Lizzy. "It's so fucking big. It's filling me up! Please, go slowly."

Helen was enjoying seeing Lizzy take so much pleasure from her toy, and she slowly pushed it further.

Lizzy flinched and held out an outstretched arm. "Hold my hand Helen," Lizzy breathed.

Helen took her best friend's hand, and she drove the dildo fully into her. She could see Lizzy cunt grip the dildo, and with each contraction Lizzy purred and gasped. She held Helen's hand tightly.

Lizzy looked down for the first time, to see her friend and the base of the dildo that was protruding from her. She just starred at Helen as she rode the pleasure from her cunt being full and stretched to its limit. The combination of looking upon Helen's beauty and the sensation deep within her was almost too much.

Helen held her gaze as she gripped the base of the dildo and gently drew it in and out. Lizzy threw her head back again as Helen fucked her with it.

Helen was dripping wet with anticipation, and the sight of her best friend in such a state. She needed to be sated too. She decided to take the initiative. Helen swung herself around, throwing a leg over Lizzy until she was in a 69 position. She continued the rhythm with the dildo, slowly fucking Lizzy's pussy. Helen slowly lowered her own pussy down to position herself over Lizzy's face.

Helen felt Lizzy's hand grasp her thighs and then felt a jolt of pain as Lizzy's fingernails dug into her. Next she felt the ecstasy of Lizzy's eager tongue lapping at her cunt. It took all of Helen's concentration to maintain the steady rhythm with the dildo. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she felt Lizzy's hot wet tongue penetrate her. Lizzy was moaning deeply and Helen could feel every vibration. Helen licked at Lizzy's clit as she picked up the pace with the dildo.

Helen and Lizzy both moaned as each of them moved their hips to embrace the pleasure that was sweeping through them both. In that moment they were connected on a visceral level. They were one entity moving perfectly in tandem, each of them knowing exactly what the other needed. They both rode wave after wave of scintillating pleasure that now enveloped them both.

Lizzy came suddenly with a loud cry. Helen could feel Lizzy's body below her jolting and spasming, her cunt gripping and contracting around the bulging dildo. The sensation of her best friend cumming underneath her body was enough to send Helen over the edge. Lizzy's tongue had briefly ceased lapping at Helen's sodden pussy, but now it was back, and the warmth and wetness of her tongue brought Helen to a shuddering orgasm. Helen pussy quivered and her body shook as she came on Lizzy's tongue. Helen sat upright to ride out the last few moments of pleasure as she ground her cunt on Lizzy's tongue and mouth. Helen's large milky white breasts bobbed up and down with the last jolt of her orgasm.

Time stood still for a moment, and they both bathed in their warm afterglow. Helen slowly lifted herself off Lizzy, and wrapped herself around her friend. They were both breathing heavily as their warm bodies were entwined. Helen gently kissed Lizzy's neck, she took in the scent of her perfume. Lizzy finally opened her eyes and they looked upon each other. Still saying nothing, they both leaned in for a delicate, yet sensuous kiss.

They lay together for the longest moment until Helen finally spoke in a whisper. "I can't believe it. That was amazing. I mean... I never thought I could feel that way about another girl. Have you ever done that before?"

"No," replied Lizzy. "I messed around with a couple of girls in college, but that was just kissing and fooling around. Never anything like that."

They continued to look at each other and their hands again explored each other's bodies. It was like Helen was looking upon her friend for the first time, even though they know each other so well.

Helen broke the silence again, "What happens now? I mean, what about Andy? I don't want to lose you as a friend."

"Don't be silly," said Lizzy as she circled her thumb over one of Helen's nipples. "Nothing has to change. Well not really. Andy doesn't have to know about this. It's not really cheating. It's just that another part of our friendship that has opened up."

"Really?" replied Helen.

"Yeah. It's just our friendship blossoming into something else. We're still best friends, but we can just enjoy each other in more intimate ways now. If you want to."

Helen smiled, reassured by Lizzy's words.

"There is one small problem though," uttered Lizzy as she looked down.

"What?" said Helen as a look of concern shot across her face.

"Well, I've still got an eight inch dildo inside of me!" replied Lizzy in her trademark deadpan delivery.

They both giggled.

"What did you think of my new toy?" asked Helen.

"It's fucking amazing," said Lizzy. "I think it's the girth that did it for me. I've never experienced anything like it before."

"I think it's probably the perfect size," said Helen. "If only it were real! Imagine a cock that size shooting cum inside you. I'd be divine! Let me take it out for you."

"Just do it slowly and gently," commanded Lizzy.

Helen gripped the dildo and slowly withdrew it from Lizzy's pussy which gripped the dildo as if it didn't want to let go. Lizzy moaned again. "Oh shit," she breathed as she drew up her hips. When the dildo was past half way, it worked its way out. Lizzy let out a squeal, and Helen was shocked to see Lizzy squirt from her pussy as she was consumed by a final set of convulsions.

"Wow! You dirty girl! Have you ever squirted before?" Helen giggled.

"No," managed Lizzy as she lay back with her eyes closed. "Best. Toy. Ever!"

Helen giggled again as Lizzy lay purring with her eyes closed. Lizzy ran her fingernails gently over her own breasts.

Helen regarded the sex toy in her hand. So much had happened in the two days that had passed since she first opened that box, and had baulked at its size. It had awoken something inside of her that lusted for new experiences and yearned to shatter her taboos. But she knew that it wasn't the sex toy. It had always been in her. A sexual confidence and an insatiable appetite. She'd just needed help finding it.

Helen took the dildo into her mouth. She tasted Lizzy's juices as she sucked and licked the silicone shaft clean. She turned to Lizzy who was still in her post coital stupor. She wrapped her arms around her best friend, and wondered where else her sexual odyssey might take her.

To be continued...