Helen's Fulfilled Fantasy

by Nicky Sasso

  Helen’s Fulfilled Fantasy

  By Nicky Sasso

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  Helen’s Fulfilled Fantasy

  Copyright 2019 - Nicky Sasso

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  Helen’s Fulfilled Fantasy

  “Did you know it was actually your fault that I stood you up on your birthday last year?” Helen asked me suddenly. That evening we were sitting in the outdoor seating area of a restaurant and drinking wine after dinner. It was our last night. Helen graduated that summer and received a visa for Australia in the early fall. We spent the evening before her departure alone. We planned to have farewell sex at my place after dinner. We had been in a relationship for longer than three years. I surely remembered how she stood me up. She just didn’t show up at my party. I was as mad as a hatter. I looked at her over my wine glass and sipped some wine, unable to figure out why it was my fault. I told her I didn’t know what she was talking about, and lowered the glass.

  “I can’t remember anymore what I told you then to justify myself.”

  “I guess I’m gonna find out what really happened.”

  “You’re gonna find out. Because I think you should know and I owe you that.”

  I observed her as she lowered her wine glass, stricken with grief. I didn’t take her departure very well. Helen was beautiful, with long, brown, curly hair, reaching her mid-back. Her legs were fantastic. Her tits were brilliant, round, firm, C cup. Her butt was like a dream come true. She had a slender, sexy body, to which she knew how to draw attention. Sex with her was phenomenal. She was inclined to experimentation, but it wasn’t all about that. I loved her. It hurt me to lose her.

  “Remember we spoke on the phone and I told you I was coming as soon as the rain stopped.” She continued.

  There was a terrible storm that night. The rain came suddenly, as it usually happened in summertime, and lasted longer than an hour, accompanied by lightning and thunders, which shook the windows in the bar where my birthday party was held. I called her when the storm began. She told me she was in a building vestibule and would wait there for the storm to be over.

  I just nodded and Helen continued her story.

  “I was in one of the buildings behind the market. The buildings that were demolished that summer. Then they had already been abandoned and in poor condition. Before you had called me, some guys entered into the neighboring vestibule. I didn’t see them, but I heard them entering there. When you called me, I had to shout so that you could hear me, since the rain and thunders were so loud. But they heard me, too. And I was really looking forward to that evening. I hadn’t seen you two weeks prior to that evening and I couldn’t wait for us to end up in bed.”

  I remembered that Helen had spent two weeks at her grandmother’s in the countryside. Her grandmother was on her deathbed. She died while Helen and her mother were there. Three days after the funeral, Helen returned to the city. She was alone in her apartment, where we were supposed to go after the party.

  “I put on special clothes for that evening. I was wearing those black, pointy high-heeled shoes, which you particularly liked.”

  I loved her in those shoes. She was so sexy in them that I would immediately get an erection whenever I saw her.

  “I was wearing the shortest possible black miniskirt and a white blouse that I unbuttoned a little and tied above the waist. I was wearing a black thong that I bought especially for the occasion, and my black bra was visible under the blouse. Down there I left only a thin strip of short hairs in the middle, which was supposed to be one of your birthday presents.”

  I didn’t like the direction in which the story was going. The guys she mentioned worried me. I could easily imagine how sexy she looked like.

  “I bought you a bottle of Jack Daniels, your favorite, and a new Bad Religion album, which I gave you later.”

  For the first time I heard that she had bought me a bottle of whiskey. I took a sip of wine, waiting for her to continue.

  “These guys heard me when I was yelling so that you’d hear me. They just showed up in the building vestibule. There was no way I could get past them. They just blocked the entrance and access to the stairway leading upstairs. I could go only downstairs, to the basement, which I certainly didn’t want to do. They smelled like sweat, beer and cheap tobacco. Most of them were wearing some cheap sweatsuits. Only one of them was in workers overalls. He was tall, enormous, and definitely the oldest of them. There was a stocky, fat guy, whose age was close to the age of the guy in overalls.”

  “How many guys were there?”

  “Oh, yeah, five.” She showed me the palm of the hand when the said the number.

  “And then?”

  “Then the guy in overalls asked me how much it cost. You know what he meant. I told him to leave me alone and let me out.

  “How can you go out? Look at the storm. Tell us how much you charge, so that we can kill time,” he told me, bringing his face close to mine. I tried to explain to him that I wasn’t a whore, and asked them to leave me alone.

  “You’re not a whore and you’re walking down the street half-naked like that?” The fat one asked me. I was totally enraged. I told him to fuck off and better pay attention to how his wife was dressing. It was a mistake. A big one. He slapped me. If the guy in overalls hadn’t caught me, I would’ve hit the floor.

  “Don’t mention my wife, whore?!” The fat guy shouted. “Carry her, Tyrone, down there to the basement. Let’s show her what we do with whores like her.”

  Tyrone, the guy in the workers’ overalls, picked me up like a feather and carried me downstairs. I screamed. I called for help but in vain. The storm was so loud outside that there was no way someone could hear me. While he was carrying me downstairs, they took my purse and the whiskey, which they immediately opened and began to drink. He carried me into the basement. One of them turned on the light. It was an ordinary bulb that hung on wires from the ceiling. In the middle of the room, there was a dirty table. A backless bench and two rickety chairs were next to the wall. Tyrone put me down. They surrounded me.

  “Now take your clothes off, whore, because if we take them off, you’ll be goin’ home naked.” The fat guy said. I started shaking my head. I almost cried when I was slapped again. I felt like I would faint. Again they caught me so that I wouldn’t fall down.

  “Take it easy, Steven. You’ll kill her, fucker.” I heard Mike. “The girl will take her clothes off. Is that so, girl? Tell us your name.”

  I just nodded and barely stammered my name.

  “You’re sayin’ you’re not a whore.” He continued. I told him I wasn’t, and he laughed.

  “Then you must’ve been on your way to find a dick dressed like this. Come on, take them off. What are you waitin’ for? You asked for a dick. Now you’ll get a dick. Actually five ones. Seems like today’s your lucky day.”

  I assessed the situation for a few seconds, slowly unbuttoning the buttons on my blouse. I looked down to the floor and shivered, aware of the fact that my wildest fantasy was playing out. Do you remember I told you about my fantasies?”

  I surely remembered. Helen managed to fulfil most of her fantasies. Her wildest fantasy was to be attacked in a dark alley by several guys who would do all kinds of things to her. I was sure she would have fulfilled this fantasy of hers, too, if she hadn’t been afraid of encountering some crazy guys. I observed her with contempt and smiled.

  “Are you telling me your fantasy has been fulfilled?”

  “Exactly.” She said calmly and continued. “I realized that, in fact, Tyrone was right. It could really be my lucky day. I was sure they were onto me. I believed they clearly saw that I didn’t put up much resistan
ce and that, in fact, I didn’t scream as much as I could and should in such a situation. I decided then to give myself to them completely. I took off my blouse. With a head movement, Tyrone showed to the guy behind me.

  “Give that to Jose to put it somewhere.” He said. I handed my blouse to a skinny guy in a sweatsuit. He put it down on a chair.

  “She doesn’t even have to take off more clothes, Tyrone. Those skimpy clothes that she’s wearin’ won’t bother us.”

  I turned to the guy who said it. He was tall, bony, smelled like sweat, beer and cheap tobacco, with a three-day stubble. I shuddered when I saw him.

  “Let her do it, Jorge. Let her take off her clothes. Don’t take off your shoes, Helen. There’s all kinds of shit down there. You could cut yourself on something.” Obviously Tyrone knew perfectly well what was going on in my mind and spoke to me in a calm voice, almost encouraging me. I took off my skirt, bra and thong, leaving on my shoes, just like he told me.

  “Look how she shaved her cunt. She’s a whore for sure.” A guy who had previously been silent finally spoke.

  “That’s what you think, Ramon? I said that as soon as I saw her.” Steve said, checking me out. “What a damn-good fucking chick! Get down and open wide to suck us a little.”

  I crouched down slowly. I lowered down Steve’s sweatpants. He had a thick, almost black dick with a big glans. They all took off their clothes. Steve grabbed me by the hair on top of my head, tilted my head slightly to one side and started slapping my cheeks with his big dick. I felt, almost as soon as his dick touched me, that I was getting wetter and wetter. I started to suck his dick like crazy. I took two dicks in my hands and began to jerk them.

  “Look at the chick. She loves to suck dicks. See, Steve. It could be done without slappin’ her.” I heard Tyrone speaking above me. I sucked them as if I wanted to suck their insides. Everyone respectively. If it’s any excuse, I was underfucked, horny, waiting for a night with you, then so be it. Although, I see you won’t agree with me.”

  I just shook my head and remained silent. I was taken aback.

  “Steve literally fucked my mouth at one point. I started to suck Ramon’s big dick. While licking his balls, I felt someone’s hand on my pussy, and then two fingers diving into my insides.

  “The chick’s ready to be fucked. She’s all wet.” I think it was Tyrone, but I’m not sure.

  “Let her get up,” said Steve. Tyrone turned me around to his face. “Now get up on the table, lie back and spread your legs.” I did what he said as if I was hypnotized. I lay down and did what he wanted.

  “Spread them more,” Tyrone said. “I want to see your cunt wide open.” I lifted up my legs and spread them as much as I could. “Spread your cunt with your fingers.” I did that, too, not believing I was saying what I was saying.”

  “Surprise me.” I said cynically.

  “I said: “Fuck me... Fuck me until I go crazy...” I didn’t need to tell them twice. Tyrone’s stick traveled over my pussy. He shoved it in me all as hard as he could. He fucked me like crazy. I screamed like I was impaled on a pole. Just when he caught the rhythm, he took it out again and began to slide his glans over my pussy.

  “Steve, shut her mouth with your cock. She’s yellin’ her head off. Someone might hear us.” He shouted. I started to beg him to continue to fuck me. I was moaning and begging him to give me that dick.

  “Let me get you one more.” He said and added, “Come on, Steve.” Steve stepped around the table and pushed his thick stick into my mouth. Only then did Tyrone continue. I was mumbling while sucking Steve’s big dick. As I was climaxing, my whole body was shaking. “Did you plug her into an electrical outlet, Tyrone? Look at her body shakin’.” I heard one of them commenting. Tyrone fucked me for a few minutes and came into me, shoving it into me the deepest he could. As soon as he came out, he was replaced by Jose. He put my legs on his shoulders, and showed it in me almost instantly. I growled loudly, because Steve’s cock was still in my mouth. I felt I would have another orgasm soon. Jose grabbed my breasts so hard that I thought he intended to break them off. He fucked me there for a while. Then he leaned, bending my legs towards my head. He began to nibble and pinch my nipples. A few minutes later, Steve pulled his stick out of my mouth. I screamed my head off. I was having an orgasm like crazy. Jose filled me with his sperm and got off me. I saw Steve moving the bench away from the wall. He told Jorge to straddle it and sit down on one end. He did it. Steve picked me up from the table.

  “Now you and me, baby. But we’re gonna do it my way. Lie face down on that bench and spread your legs. Jorge, hold her by the hands and don’t let her go.”

  I didn’t know what he was up to, but I didn’t really care. I completely surrendered to the orgy. I was hoping that it would last as long as possible. I straddled the bench and lay down on my stomach like he wanted. Jorge held my hands and clasped them, squeezing them tightly with his hands. Steve was going through my bag. He took my cell phone and turned it off, because it kept ringing. Afterwards, I saw that you called me. He found my face cream and squeezed it on his index and middle fingers. He approached me from behind, parted my buttocks and began to apply the cream on my anus. Only then did I realize what he was up to and protested, saying among other things that I’d never done it.

  “You haven’t been fucked in the ass?” He asked. “Well, now you will be. And when I’m done with you, you will never have stool problems again.”

  There was no use to complain a lot. I knew nothing would prevent him from breaking into my little anus. At that point, the only thing left for me to do was to try to relax. He pushed his middle finger into me. I screamed so loudly that he immediately pulled it out.

  “Why the fuck are you screaming?! I haven’t even started to fuck you. Ramon, give me her panties.” Ramon tossed them to him. He crumpled them into a ball and shoved them into my mouth. He wrapped a scarf over my mouth. Then he pushed his middle finger into me again. He worked it for a while, and then he added his forefinger. It already hurt much, but when he pushed them in as far as he could and spread them in me, I was going crazy. I yelled like frantic with the thong in my mouth. He pulled his fingers out. Then I felt his big glans, pressing my anus. I knew it would hurt, big time, if we bear in mind that it was a thick, huge cock, but nothing could prepare me for what followed. He placed it and slowly pushed it in. I felt my little anus getting wider and cracking, as he penetrated me. It burned like hell, so I screamed and yelled so loudly that the scarf over my mouth and the thong in it didn’t do the job. Steve then wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled my head towards him, so my back was arched. He put his other hand over my mouth and slowly pushed his dick in me.

  “Oooh, you’re so tight…” he said, “Relax, stupid... It’ll be easier...”

  I thought he would never stop penetrating. It was hot in the basement, so I was soaking wet with sweat, and I was wet and lubricated, so it was easier for him to stick it to me. When he finally pushed it all in, he began to make circular motions with his hips. I thought he would break me in half with his big cock. After that, he began to fuck me. It took me some time to get used to his attacks and a foreign body in my butt. When I succeeded in that, I started to enjoy it. My clit constantly rubbed the bench, and Steve’s dick in my ass increasingly felt better, so I climaxed again. He twitched and barely came out of me, because I was still clenched. He took off my scarf, pulled the thong out of my mouth and immediately shoved his dick to my tonsils. That part wasn’t exactly the most pleasant, but it didn’t prevent me from swallowing every single drop of his sperm. Jorge was ready. I simply straddled him, placing his cock in my pussy. I rode him, completely frenzied by the sex. He sucked my nipples and squeezed my tits with his rough hands. I was shaking my head so violently while having an orgasm that my hair was going all over the place. Jorge impaled me on his dick to the balls when I finally calmed down. I was shaking in an orgasm, which was becoming less intense.

  “Do you w
ant to suck my dick like you sucked Steve’s?” He asked. I just nodded and got off him. I crouched in front of him and took his big dick into my mouth. He came almost immediately when I sucked him hard. Ramon bent me over the table and fucked me in the ass. It was much easier and better than with Steve. Hose climbed on a chair and put his stick in my mouth. I was sucking it while Ramon was killing me from behind. I made his dick ready just when I felt that I was being filled with hot sperm from behind. Hose replaced Ramon. But unlike Ramon, he fucked me in the pussy. He spanked my buttocks and fucked me longer and better than the first time. At one point, he pulled me by the hair towards him, which made me scream, arch my back again and receive his cock in all its length. I began to make circular motions with my hips so hard that for a moment I thought I’d rip off his cock. I came again. A few seconds later, he turned me around, told me to squat and came on my face and hair. He smeared the sperm on my face with his glans, and let me to Tyrone, who was sitting on one of the chairs. I straddled him, nearly fainting of happiness and satisfaction on his dick. When he came on my face, I saw that Steve and Hose got dressed. Jorge put me in the same position in which Steve had put me and fucked me in the ass. I grew to love anal sex. Even then I started to enjoy it, although I wasn’t able to sit properly for days afterwards. Jorge came, filling my anus with his semen. I had to suck Ramon’s dick for a few minutes until it was completely erect. Then he fucked me in the pussy regularly on the table. He came deep inside me and left me to lie totally broken by their dicks.

  “What an insatiable whore! I’ve never seen anyone like her before. See this, Steve? She could fuckin’ receive more dicks.” Tyrone said while getting dressed.

  “I saw what she was like right away.” Steve built on it. “If someone told me I’d get my hands on such a chick, I’d tell him to suck my dick. Hey baby!” He addressed me. I turned to him, lying on the table, all sweaty, sticky with sperm, with my legs still spread. “You were fantastic. If you want, we’ll bring someone else to fuck you.” I just smiled and finally brought my legs together. They picked up their stuff and left. I smiled again and remained lying on that table. I was totally broken, but I could have some more. I was lying there and smiling for a few minutes while their sperm was dripping out of me. I felt bad because I stood you up. But if you hadn’t called me, all this wouldn’t have happened.”