Loading...It had been several weeks since Helen and Paris had eloped from Sparta and Helen escaped the hard hand and salacious ways of her husband Menelaus who had left her to go to a family funeral. Helen was renowned for her exquisite beauty and had been pursued by many suitors; however, her father had arranged a marriage between her and Menelaus because he was wealthy and held high rank in Sparta. He, however, was flirtatious and unfaithful to Helen many, many times, including the time he was away at the funeral.
Early in her life, because of her rare beauty, Helen was kidnapped by men and delivered to an old man who ravished her young body. Helen’s brothers with a small army rescued Helen and took her to Sparta where she lived in the town of Aphidna.
Sorrowfully, Helen’s experience was a repeat of her mother’s who was both flesh and blood but immortal, too, because her father was the god Zeus, father of the gods, and her mother was the beautiful Leda, Queen of Sparta. Queen Leda was ravished by Zeus who came to her in the form of a swan. Thus, Helen was egg-born, and since her father was a god and her mother was a mortal, Helen was both flesh and blood as well as immortal.
When Menelaus had gone to attend the family funeral, young Prince Paris, son of Priam who was king of Troy, visited Sparta and at first sight fell in love with Princess Helen.
Menelaus was enraged when he returned home and found Helen and Paris had eloped. Hastily Menelaus gathered a group of stalwart warriors such as Odysseus and Acamas along with an army to set sail for Troy in pursuit of the pair.
It may have been Menelaus had not been so upset with Helen’s deserting him than it was about his manly pride having been hurt.
Therefore, looking back in time, it is, indeed, a tantalizing enigma to create a story about Helen, Princess of Sparta, whose face, it is said, launched a thousand ships. However, as with other such persons throughout history such as Robin Hood and King Arthur, the truth about Helen of Troy most likely lies somewhere between myth and history.
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Helen stood on her spacious balcony outside the East wing of her luxurious and very exquisite bedchamber that had sitting rooms with baths off to either side. It was made entirely of the whitest marble, including the floor that felt cool to the feet, especially on hot days that often came to Troy; although, usually there were fair, cool breezes blowing out of the north from the Aegean Sea to moderate the temperature.
An arched, double-wide doorway led from Helen’s bedchamber onto the East side of the balcony that extended around three sides of her quarters, and between it hung white, shear, curtain hangings that blew with the breezes that let air into the rooms. There were also windows on the North side where there was always shade, on the East side to catch the morning sunrise, and on the West side to give view to the setting sun. Each window also had the same kind of hangings that were in between the bedchamber and balcony. The South end of Helen’s room led to the interior of the castle’s Great Room and Dining Hall.
Helen, as Princess, had everything any woman would envy and could desire. However, Helen was not happy. Since coming to Troy with Paris, she feared the pursuit of her husband Menelaus and his mighty army who would have set sail, bound for Troy to take her back to Sparta in disgrace and dishonor. The fact that Menelaus had been unfaithful many, many times was of no consequence in a man’s world. Only women were scorned and chastised for adultery or living a promiscuous life.
With these thoughts troubling her heart, mind, and soul night and day, Helen stood on her balcony looking across the land towards to the west of the Aegean Sea and the port of Troy, as she watched the golden sun slowly sinking as were her spirits. She knew Menelaus’ ships were sailing southeast bound for Troy.
Nevertheless, troubled in mind and soul as she was, she felt the cooling shore breeze caress her face and body that was clothed in a filmy, shear robe of pale pink. It was so shear the outline of her shapely body was quite visible as the sun’s parting rays of light created a shadow of her body through it. The breeze, pressing against her breasts, made her nipples hard and erect, and instinctively Helen brought her hands to her breasts and cupped them gently at first but then began to massage them, thinking that possibly turning her attention to her carnal lust and desires that were both strong and many could set aside her worries and quell the fears in her troubled mind, even if only for a short time.
Helen lifted her breasts and felt the weight of them, and while she held them in the palms of her hands, she rubbed her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She also brushed her sensitive nipples softly with her fingertips, flicking them back and forth and pinching them from time to time. With mounting sexual arousal, Helen pulled her nipples beneath her robe forward, extending her breasts from their natural, lovely shape, and twisted them in circles. Sexual images in her mind sent wanton desires throughout her body, especially in her vulva.
The lips of Helen’s vulva were already becoming engorged with blood, making them full and ruddy in color. Vaginal lubrication wet the outer edges of her vagina. Her large clitoris, growing hard and erect beyond its protective hood, tingled with sexual excitement.
“Oh, myyyyyyy. That feels so good. I love it when my pussy is excited with hunger for sexual gratification, creating the need for an orgasm,” Helen mused.
With those kinds of thoughts running through her mind, Helen brought her hands down from her breasts and slid the fingers of her right hand underneath the band that held the filmy, translucent robe together and pushed, sliding the band forward with the back of her hand until it opened and fell onto the patio. The breeze blew between the two pieces and separated them slowly until they wafted in the air, opening them apart. Helen shrugged her shoulders backwards and in circles until the rob fell gently and silently from her body, settling in folds around her feet. Helen now stood outside on her balcony quite naked.
“Mmmmmmmm,” Helen sighed, sliding her hands down her sides and onto her full, round hips.
She felt how warm her body was compared to the cool, evening air. Goose bumps rose up on her arms and around her pastel pink areolas on which her nipples stiffened. Helen stretched her fingers outward, making a fan of them and then moved them inwards over her abdomen that was pleasingly full and well defined. When her fingers met in the middle of her mid-section, Helen excitedly, but slowly, moved them down between her legs and onto her very, curly, light blonde pubic hair that covered her pussy from crease to crease on her legs. Helen loved to touch her womanhood, to feel her pubic hair covering her mons veneris, and then to work her way in between her pussy lips, both large and small. This really turned her on and got her juices flowing.
Helen worked her fingers from her mons down to her vulva and toyed with her sensitive clitoris, rubbing it with her fingertips and flicking it back and forth to change the sensations. However, each movement…every movement—carried Helen further and further into her sexual fantasies and wanton desires, her goal being to have her orgasm(s). She never knew if she would have just one orgasm or many since she was multi-orgasmic.
From her vibrating clit Helen pushed her fingers between her pussy lips and slowly slid them downward to her vagina, feeling the lips opening in front of her fingers as she moved them down and then having them close behind them with each movement. She did this until her fingertips came to the top of her vagina which she felt was already very wet with her pussy cream.
“Oh, yessssssss. I knew I’d be wet down there. I could feel the wetness even before I started my downward journey to my vulva,” Helen moaned.
As Helen hissed out her erotic feelings, she slowly inserted the first two fingers of her right hand into her gaping pussy, and to help things along, Helen spread her legs so there was an avenue for her fingers to use to enter her vaginal sheath.
Helen was so wet she was able to insert her fingers as far as they could go, feeling the ridges beyond the entrance of her vagina and then the soft tissue just beyond the ridges. She didn’t know what it was or what to call that sensitive place in her pussy. She just knew it felt good.
With such digital attention, Helen began to pant as she slid her fingers in and out of her vagina, trying to work her way to having her orgasm, but no matter how far she went inside herself or how fast she worked her fingers in and out, she never got herself over the top. She’d be close but not close enough. She was left hanging onto the edge but not able to get herself off. Helen was becoming more and more frustrated as time passed, and she tried so hard to cum, but the harder she tried the further away her orgasm retreated until she was lost in total frustration.
Finally, Helen decided maybe something she had in her bedchamber would help her cum, so she called for her handmaid Cassia whom she had brought with her from Sparta, a beautiful girl with fine features that were set off by her very dark hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes that curled at the tips, but most of all her luscious lips. Her eyes often seemed to look right through Helen’s or to let her know she knew what she was thinking or wanting.
“Cassia, would you come here please. I need you to get something for me,” Helen called again.
This time Cassia heard Helen calling and went directly to do her mistress’ bidding.
Cassia walked onto the balcony off Helen’s bedchamber where she stopped and stood in utter surprise and awe when she saw her mistress standing stark naked with her legs spread apart, her robe lying at her feet, and her fingers shoved into her creamy pussy. Oh, it wasn’t that she had never seen Helen nude before. Often she was the one who helped Helen bathe and apply her toiletries. However, this was something totally different. There stood Helen, Princess of Sparta, all covered with sweat and breathing deeply because she had been finger-fucking herself so she could bring herself to orgasm.
With as much control as possible, Cassia steadied herself both inside and outside and asked, “Yes, Mistress Helen. Is there something I can do for you?”
Helen looked deeply into Cassia’s discerning, brown eyes, knowing she didn’t have to explain to her what she was doing. It was quite obvious what she was doing. Finger-fucking herself!
Trying to control her own emotions and breathing, Helen looked directly at Cassia as she was being looked at, and with quasi-regal demeanor, Helen, speaking slowly, said, “Yes, Cassia, there is something you can do for me. Obviously, you can tell what I am doing. I’m sure you play with your pussy, too, when the urges come. Don’t you? After all we are both women. Aren’t we?”
While still fixing her eyes on Helen, Cassia answered her questions, “Yes, we are both women, women with needs…sometimes physical as well as emotional. And, yes, I often play with my pussy in order to cum and get sexual release when self-love is the only way to be satisfied. I guess I could get men to be with me sexually, but from an early age I discovered I wasn’t attracted to males but to females. Therefore, I have enjoyed sexual trysts with some of the other women in Sparta as well as in this palace.”
Cassia waited to see whether Helen would look surprised or berate her for having such sexual liaisons, but when Helen said nothing, she asked, “And, yes, Mistress. What is it you want me to do for you, not sure where this was going to lead?”
“Cassia, I want you to go into my bedchamber and over to the stand by my bed. Slide your hand onto the first shelf and bring me my dildo. You do know what a dildo is…don’t you?” Helen asked.
“Oh, yes, Mistress Helen, I know what a dildo is. I have one myself,” replied Cassia.
“Good. Then you aren’t surprised with what I asked you to do. Are you?” asked Helen.
A slight smile crossed Cassia’s face, and there were small creases at the corners of her luscious lips. “No, Mistress, I’m not surprised nor shocked with what you asked me to do. It’s quite obvious what you were doing when I came onto the balcony. So, if you don’t have anything else to say to me or have me do, I’ll go do your bidding, get your dildo, and bring it directly to you.”
Helen smiled back at Cassia, feeling just a little self-embarrassed, but she felt quite relieved now that Cassia’s eyes told her that what she had just seen was done without being judgmental. However, her sensual needs were great, and she wanted something to help make her cum and get the sexual relief she needed so badly.
Cassia turned around and left Helen standing naked on the patio while she dashed through the white curtains into her bedchamber. She went over to the stand next to Helen’s large bed with which she was quite familiar since she often went to put things on or in it or get things from it in her service to Helen.
Cassia stopped at the stand by the bed and put her hand into the shelf below the marble top. She touched something hard, round, long, and cold that she knew by the feel of it was Helen’s dildo. When she had it in her warm hands, she saw it was made of the finest white marble with light blue veins running through it. It was as long as the width of four hands and as thick as a woman’s wrist. She also saw it was flat on the bottom but came to a very smooth, tapered round knob at the top. It was, indeed, phallic in design, the kind one often sees in Indian culture and statuary.
Before taking it to Helen, Cassia wrapped her left hand around its base, feeling its cool smoothness, and ran her right hand up slowly to the top until only the head was visible in her closed fist. Shivers ran throughout Cassia’s body at the very thought of its use, especially since she’d used her dildo so often in herself or had another woman use it in fucking her vagina. She knew the joy of sexual release it brought a woman. However, with a sigh Cassia turned around and took the dildo out to Helen whom she found still fondling herself with her pussy, cream-coated fingers between her legs, wanting to keep her sexual emotions alive.
“Here you are, Mistress Helen. Your dildo,” said Cassia as she stretched her hand towards her.
Helen took it into her hands, brought the head to her lips, and kissed it.
With a sheepish look upon her face, Cassia watched Helen kiss the dildo and asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Mistress Helen? Anything at all?” Cassia said suggestively by emphasizing the word ‘anything.’
“Not right now, Cassia,” Helen replied appreciatively, and as Cassia was turning to leave dejectedly, Helen continued, “but I might need you to do something for me later.”
Cassia looked quizzically at her mistress and said, “Yes, Mistress Helen. I’m here whenever you want me and for whatever you want of me.”
Having said that, Cassia turned and left the patio once more, leaving Helen alone as more of the sun was quite low on the western horizon, promising a beautiful sunset. Growing shadows from roof overhangs and corners on the palace made their presence known on Helen’s palatial balcony. Tall cypress trees stood tall below, and there were hills of olive trees growing on the hillsides that would provide fruit and oil for the palace.
Helen felt the dildo in her hand. She felt its coolness. She felt its roundness. Holding the bottom in her left hand, she, as did Cassia, measured its length by sliding her dainty right hand up from the bottom to the top and rolled it over sensually. She then slid her hand back down as she lowered her mouth onto the head and wrapped her red-colored lips around it.
Helen savored the feel of it inside her mouth. She swiped her tongue across the tip and changed its coolness with the heat of her salivating mouth. When she knew the dildo was very wet, she brought it down between her legs to put it into her open vagina. However, she first slid the head over her trembling clit. From her clit she continued down between her pussy lips until she reached her vagina, and when she was at the entrance, she thrust the dildo she had in her hand easily inside her. Helen took about nine inches of the dildo inside her vaginal sheath, leaving only the end she held in her hand.
Shudders of carnal joy flowed throughout her body wave after wave, lifting her sexual tension higher by degrees.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, let your servant enjoy the fruits of her labor, the culminating thrill of her orgasm, I pray,” said Helen. “And, Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, join her in aiming the arrow of carnal joy straight and true.”
By thrusting the dildo in and out, Helen heightened the intensity of her sexual arousal and felt her orgasm forming from deep within herself. She squeezed her thighs together to tighten the pressure of her vaginal sheath on the dildo, pushing it to the back of her womb past her cervix and out again over the soft, spongy area at the top of her vagina, and almost out to the entrance.
With each thrust Helen finally felt her orgasm coming, and to help it along she reached up with her left hand and used her fingers on her throbbing clit, rubbing it as fast as she could from side to side and being almost overwhelmed by the over-sensitive tissue of her clit.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, yes. Now. Let it be now. I shall NOT be denied my orgasm,” cried Helen as she finally, finally, felt her flesh erupt at her clit and around the dildo.
Helen was inundated with pure wanton pleasure as her clit throbbed and liquid ran out of her urethra and vagina. Now she felt as if she were on Mount Olympus in the company of the gods, and there she wanted to stay in order for all her pent up frustrations to vanish and bring her peace inside herself at last. After all she was half-goddess, a daughter of Zeus.
This orgasm was something she hadn’t felt for such a long time. Ever since she and Paris had eloped and fled from Sparta to Troy she had been on edge and feared the dire consequences that would befall Paris and her should Menelaus and his army make it and reach her. Deep down inside she knew if he did, there would be a terrible war between Sparta and Troy.
Helen looked down between her spread legs and saw a large amount of clear fluid that had shot out of her vagina and urethra during her orgasm lying on the marble balcony floor. It looked like water to Helen, but whatever it was Helen was exhausted after her orgasm. Her legs felt weak, and her whole body trembled. She breathed irregularly. Her heart pounded in her chest. However, this is quite normal after a woman experiences an intense orgasm such as Helen experienced.
Helen’s subconscious having weaved her into a euphoric, erotic state of mind was wont to give her up. However, Helen slowly withdrew the dildo all covered with her pussy cream and ejaculate from her vagina brought it to her face. She first put it to her nose and smelled her musk, and then she brought it to her mouth and licked the tip with her tongue. Once having a taste of herself, Helen opened her mouth and took it inside as far as she could and savored her womanly cream. She sucked and licked on the dildo until it was completely clean of all pussy cream and love juice.
“Ahhhhhh. That was so good. I love to cum and feel the sexual release and contentment it brings afterwards,” Helen whispered to herself with half-closed eyes.
However, Helen’s contentment and peace were transitory. Her conscious self worked its way through her peaceful subconscious and brought back her fear for herself and her future. Once more tears filled Helen’s eyes as she sobbed her sorrow into her hands with which she had covered her face.
Cassia who had remained in the bedchamber and, therefore, was not far away from Helen heard her crying. She had sat in a chair close to the opening onto Helen’s balcony because she wanted to hear Helen’s masturbating herself with the dildo. The very image of it had aroused Cassia in a very wanton way. Therefore, as Helen was masturbating, Cassia had her hand up her robe and between her legs, playing with her pussy, too, wanting to cum and to feel the same joys of self-love.
However, when she heard Helen crying again, she withdrew her fingers and cleaned them with her mouth, re-arranged her loose-fitting green robe, and went back onto the balcony.
“Mistress Helen, it saddens me to see how much sorrow you have and hear you crying so many tears,” Cassia said, trying to comfort her.
Cassia went to Helen’s side and put her arm around her. “Mistress Helen, give me your hand and let me take you into your bedchamber and help you lie down so you might relax and maybe get some rest.”
Helen lowered her hands from her face and looked at Cassia through tear-laden eyes while she accepted Cassia’s offer. She placed her hand into Cassia’s and let Cassia lead her from her balcony that was now in darkness except for the moon’s light illuminating the white, marble balcony.
Inside her bedroom Cassia took Helen over to her bed and helped her lie down, and then she quickly went around the room, lighting candles that cast a warm glow as the flames danced sinuously upon the walls.
“There Mistress Helen,” said Cassia, “you lie there and rest, and I’ll leave so you can be alone, and perhaps Morpheus, the god of sleep, might visit you and take you into your subconscious world.”
Helen reached out and grabbed Cassia’s arm. “Don’t go, Cassia. Stay. I don’t want to be alone,” Helen said. “In my state of mind, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep.”
Cassia, of course, was Helen’s handmaiden; therefore, she couldn’t deny Helen’s wish.
“All right, Mistress, I’ll stay as you wish,” said Cassia, seeing this as a golden opportunity for what she would like to happen, “but let me help you relax. Maybe then you’ll be able to sleep.”
Cassia looked down at Helen’s naked body and couldn’t help noticing her womanly features: her beautiful face of perfect symmetry crowned with the color of purest gold; her magnificent breasts that were round and firm, not needing anything to hold them up; her abdomen that had that sensual rise to it with a crease around her middle where chest and abdomen meet, both sides of her dipping into a perfectly formed bellybutton; her amply-formed, rounded hips that continued with her shapely thighs and calves; and lastly her dainty feet.
To Cassia, Helen had the classic look that one sees in so many of the Grecian statues throughout the Aegean, including Troy. There was one big difference, though. The statues were of stone, but Helen was of flesh.
“My, she is so beautiful,” thought Cassia deep within herself as she was drawn to Helen’s beauty.
Cassia’s mind filled with erotic images of Helen and her together, and once caught, Cassia was determined to enjoy the fleshy fruits Helen had to offer with her as the spider and Helen as her unsuspecting prey.
Therefore, with uncontrollable desires raging like an inferno throughout Cassia’s young body, especially in her breasts whose nipples were hard and erect and between her legs that were still wet from having masturbated while Helen was doing herself, Cassia timidly but firmly said to Helen, “Mistress, why don’t you roll over onto your stomach, and I’ll give you a full-body massage. Maybe that will help you put your worries behind you and relax, even if but for a short time. Maybe then you’ll be able to sleep.”
Helen looked into Cassia’s brilliant, brown eyes where light from the candle beside her bed danced and flickered. She also stared at her lovely body covered by the soft, green, thinly woven robe that stood out as shadow from the glow of the candlelight behind her. Helen had to admit her handmaiden was quite beautiful of face and body, and as she looked at Cassia she felt a strange sensation run throughout her body, one that touched her libido and got her sexually aroused. She didn’t understand why it was so. She had never looked at Cassia in any other way than as her handmaiden, but now in the afterglow of her orgasm, she saw Cassia in a new and different light, now, not just as a woman but also as a very tempting and sensual woman whom she wanted in a carnal way.
“How is it I never saw Cassia as more than just my handmaiden and not as I see her now?” Helen mused.
Helen did not know where this was going to lead, if anywhere, but she was going to go with it even if on a whim.
Now it became the question of who was the spider and who was the prey.
“Cassia,” Helen answered, responding to her invitation to give her a full-body massage, “given my emotional condition I think that is a good idea. It just might loosen my muscles to help my body relax and allow my mind to drift in a hopefully peaceful state.”
Cassia’s eyes lit up, and she felt her throat tighten and a knot form in her stomach, all due to her excitement at this opportunity to touch the beautiful Helen of Troy.
“Well then,” Cassia said as calmly as she could, ” why don’t you roll over onto your stomach, and we’ll begin on your backside.”
Without hesitation Helen rolled over onto her stomach, fluffed two of her pillows, and lay her head down with her arms slightly bent at the elbows and her forearms resting partly on the bed and pillows. Helen had turned her head to the left so she would be facing Cassia, and she rested her body in a comfortable position with her legs deliberately separated so Cassia could see the hairy edges of her pussy lips.
Cassia looked down on Helen and caressed her body with her eyes from her golden hair on her head; down her back that had an indentation where her spine was; and up onto the gentle rise of her ass cheeks that were round and firm, each having a noticeable crease where her ass and thighs meet; and from there down her well-rounded thighs and shapely calves to her dainty feet. Cassia also didn’t miss Helen had spread her legs just enough so she saw the edges of her hairy pussy lips. All in all, Helen’s body was perfect.
“No wonder men are so attracted to Helen,” Cassia thought to herself. “And I’m sure, like me, there are many women who would love to kiss and lick her vulva with their lips.”
With great anticipation for what was to come, Cassia said to Helen, “Relax, Mistress, while I go get some fragrant oils of jasmine and others to smooth onto your skin and work them into your body.”
It didn’t take Cassia long before she was back from the large bathing room where there were many, many jars of creams and beautifully shaped containers of oils to smooth the skin and give fragrance to the body.
“There. It didn’t take me long,” Cassia said, a little winded from having hurried. She didn’t want the moment to pass and deny her the pleasure of having her hands on her lovely mistress.
Helen didn’t say a word but moved her body slightly towards the edge of the bed in anticipation of Cassia’s touch on her now lust-filled body.
Cassia held the bottle of jasmine oil and let the liquid fall onto the middle of her shoulders, and then as it began to run down, Cassia lowered her hands onto Helen’s shoulders, and with the first touch, erotic sensations went through both Cassia and Helen.
Helen was so aware of the softness of Cassia’s hands on her, and Cassia was so enamored of the warm and supple flesh of Helen. With her hands on Helen’s shoulders Cassia began oiling and kneading her body from the nape of her neck, on her shoulders, down each arm, and all over her back until she reached Helen’s beautiful, rounded ass. There, Cassia paused before taking each cheek into her hands and gently massaged the fleshy mounds with her fingers. She rolled her hands from the side-to-side and worked her way to the crack between Helen’s ass cheeks.
Having reached the crack between Helen’s ass cheeks, Cassia paused, wondering how Helen would react to what she planned to do next. She thought about it. She hesitated. However, her carnal heart and sexually, wanton mind won out, and Cassia decided she must see Helen’s reaction if she were going to be able to do with her as she desired, giving Helen an all-body massage.
Cassia let her right forefinger move to the top of Helen’s crease between her ass cheeks and rubbed it around the spot in circles. Helen did not say, “Stop.” Thus, Cassia trailed her finger down between Helen’s ass cheeks with a soft touch, getting closer and closer to her private parts.
As Cassia’s finger was just about touching Helen’s puckered asshole, Helen let out a deep sigh and spread her legs a little more than they had been. Cassia took this as an open invitation to go on with her fingering, and so she moved her fingertip onto Helen’s rectum and circled it with the pad of her forefinger.
“Mmmmmmmm, Cassia, that feels so wonderfully good,” sighed Helen. “Do keep going.”
Cassia needed no more encouragement. She applied pressure onto Helen’s asshole until it began to open and let her finger inside. Helen’s asshole was very tight, and Cassia’s finger was stopped by Helen’s sphincter muscle. However, as Cassia patiently rolled her finger inside Helen’s ass, the sphincter muscle relaxed and loosened up, allowing Cassia to slide her finger by it and go more deeply into Helen’s rectum. In time Cassia had her finger completely inside Helen’s asshole, and once there she began to move it around and in and out, creating its own lubricant that made it easier for Cassia to finger-fuck her mistress’ asshole.
“Ohhhhhhh, Cassia, that feels so good,” sighed Helen, beginning to breathe more deeply as her sexual excitement increased.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Mistress, but it’s only the beginning of the joys I’m going to give you with the full-body massage.”
Helen hadn’t the faintest idea about what joys Cassia was speaking, but she was so sexually excited now, she was ready for anything.
Leaving Helen’s tingling asshole, Cassia kissed her ass cheeks as she worked her way down between them. She had placed her fingertips on the inner side of Helen’s ass and separated them so she opened up Helen’s pussy to her. Cassia studied her vulva, looking from the bottom where her perineum leads upward to the beginning of her two labia, both large and small. As Cassia spread Helen’s labia, she saw her vagina and urethra, and further where her labia came together Cassia saw her clitoris with all its parts: frenum, glans or clitoris, protective hood, and shaft. To Cassia Helen’s vulva looked like a ripe, juicy pear, a pear she wanted to taste and have its juices dribble all down her face, and, thereby, enjoy the elixir of the gods. Therefore, Cassia dipped her head between Helen’s legs and licked Helen’s gapping vulva that she had opened with her fingers.
“Mmmmmmm. The taste of Helen’s vulva is absolutely delightful,” Cassia thought as her taste buds perked up and enjoyed the texture and taste of Helen’s pussy.
After this brief taste of Helen’s vulva, Cassia dripped a long ribbon of saliva between each seam of Helen’s ass and thighs before moving her head down the back of Helen’s thighs, following it with her hands sliding down the outside of her thighs. When she reached the soft inner knees, Cassia stopped to kiss and lick them.
“Oh, Cassia, that tickles, but I love it. You do such wonderful things with your mouth and tongue,” Helen told her.
“That is my intention, Mistress. To do wonderful things with my mouth and tongue,” replied Cassia.
At this time Cassia paid attention to Helen’s calves and then went on to her feet where she kissed her ankles, licked her insteps and the pads of her feet, and then licked and sucked on each of her toes. As a finishing touch on Helen’s backside, Cassia lifted Helen’s feet to her mouth one at a time and took each whole foot into her mouth as far as it was physically possible. She sucked on each foot as she if it were a nipple.
“Oh, Cassia, when I think there is no more you can do to pleasure me, you find something that does, and your sucking on my feet is one of them,” said Helen.
Cassia took Helen’s foot from between her lips and said, “I’m happy this is so, Mistress, but now turn onto your back so I can pay attention to your front.”
Helen did as Cassia said and rolled over onto her back, sliding even closer to Cassia and sensing her nearness.
Cassia looked into Helen’s blue eyes, smiled, and said, “And now for the good parts.” With these words Cassia licked her lips.
With deliberate movement Cassia got onto the bed and crawled her way up Helen’s body. Now they were equal head to feet, but never did she imagine she could be so bold as to lie upon Queen Helen. However, her superior position on top made it possible for Cassia to lower her head and go to Helen’s neck. Cassia didn’t think she would dare touch or kiss Queen Helen’s face. However, just as she was getting nearer to her neck, Helen reached up and took Cassia’s face between her hands and brought it down to her waiting mouth. Shocked at what Helen was doing, Cassia, nevertheless, didn’t resist Helen’s lips as she felt the tip of her tongue begging entrance into her mouth.
Cassia opened her lips and let Helen slid her tongue inside her wet mouth and sucked on it. Helen’s movements of her tongue as she explored Cassia’s mouth were soft and yielding. Cassia, in turn, moved her tongue so she could also suck on Helen’s tongue, run it along her teeth, make small circles on the insides of her cheeks, and stick it down her throat as far as she was able, thereby sharing mutual lingual delights.
When Helen and she broke the kiss, Cassia said, “Oh, Mistress, never did I ever imagine you would honor me by letting me touch your face in such a way as you just did. Your body is one thing, but your face and mouth are so personal and private, especially when it is between Mistress and handmaiden.”
“Cassia, you are a beautiful woman, and even though I am your queen and mistress, I am, nevertheless, a woman just as you are. I have the same sexual drives as you do. The same needs. My bodily functions are the same as yours. Isn’t all this true?” asked Helen.
“Yes, Mistress. You are correct,” answered Cassia.
“That being the case, for now we are just two women finding mutual joy and sexual gratification with one another. Yes?” Helen asked.
“Yes. Yes, we are that,” answered Cassia. “It’s just so difficult seeing you as just another woman and not my Queen.”
Helen thought for a time, wanting to say something that would reassure Cassia, and then a thought came to her. “Cassia, while it is true in other circumstances there is a specific distance between you and me, for now, sharing what we are, makes us equals. Does that make sense to you?”
“Yes, Mistress Helen,” answered Cassia.
“Well then, let us begin with that. From now on no more Queen Helen or Mistress Helen. Just call me Helen,” said Helen.
“Oh, but Mis…..” began Cassia.
Helen stopped her. “Helen. Just Helen,” she repeated.
“All…all right, Helen,” answered Cassia, finding it very strange calling Helen by her given name.
However, Cassia didn’t want to drag this issue out and let things cool down, so she brought her hands onto the sides of Helen’s face, lowered it down slightly so she could kiss her forehead, her closed eyelids, her nose, and then, raising her face up once more, her lips. From her lips she kissed and licked her way to Helen’s left ear and dragged her wet tongue inside until she dipped the tip of it into her ear canal. She blew into her ear softly and whispered, “I want you, Helen, and I’m going to ravish your body.”
The feel of Cassia’s warm breath in her ear and the images her words created in her fertile mind sent shivers of pure lust and delight throughout Helen’s body.
While these images passed before Helen’s creative mind, Cassia licked down Helen’s face and onto her neck, sucking on her smooth, velvety, porcelain skin as she went along to the place where Helen’s shoulders meet her neck. Here Cassia licked the small indentation just below Helen’s vocal chords and filled it with her warm saliva so that it spilled over and ran down both sides of her neck and towards her sternum.
While her saliva flowed, Cassia stretched Helen’s arms away from her body with Helen’s hands in hers. Once Helen’s arms were fully stretched, Cassia rolled them, exposing the tender undersides. She bent her head forward, licking and kissing the inside of Helen’s elbows, and then in turn she licked Helen’s sensitive armpits, dragging her mouth around the whole area and swiping her wet tongue all over them.
Once again, Cassia had found erogenous places to enflame Helen’s sexual desires that should help lead her to her orgasm. When Cassia had finished kissing Helen’s armpits, she rolled her arms back to their normal position.
Once Cassia had her hands on Helen’s smooth shoulders, she made her way to Helen’s breasts. Cassia gazed at their perfection, their beauty, and the joy it was going to bring her by feeling and sucking them. Sliding her hands from Helen’s upper arms, she slowly slid them onto Helen’s breasts, feeling the softness of her two perfect orbs of flesh as she cupped them in her hands. In contrast to the softness of Helen’s breasts, Cassia felt her stiff, swollen nipples, and she ran the pads of her fingertips over the goose flesh surrounding her ultra-pink areolas.
“Ohhhhhh, Cassia, your hands feel wonderful on my breasts. They are so smooth and warm. Squeeze them with your hands and pinch my nipples,” asked Helen.
Cassia squeezed Helen’s breasts with delight and pinched her hard, erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
“Oh, I must have them in my mouth,” Cassia said to herself, and so, she brought her hands, fingers spread out like fans, onto Helen’s breasts while putting pressure on the outsides so that her nipples pushed up with the tops of Helen’s breasts.
Cassia lowered her head, opened her mouth, and brought it down on each nipple, first one and then the other. She sucked their succulent firmness inside her mouth and teased the nipples with her tongue.
“That is soooo good, Cassia. So very good,” purred Helen. “Yes, suck my breasts. Suck them deep into your mouth and suck them hard.”
Now, even though Cassia was enjoying feeling and sucking Helen’s breasts abundantly well, she, nevertheless, never lost sight of her real destination: Helen’s vulva, her vagina; her large lips; her small lips, all coming together and joining at her clitoris that was now extremely engorged with blood that darkened her fair skin; her hood that protected her clitoris; and her shaft.
Helen’s vulva was Cassia’s Nirvana, her Xanadu, her Olympus, and her Paradise to which she was making her lingual pilgrimage.
With that in mind along with her sensual sensations coursing throughout her body, she directed her full attention to Helen’s vulva.
Cassia smiled at the very thought as she left Helen’s breasts, ran her hands down her sides and brought her head licking down the very center of Helen’s body where she stopped at the rise of her abdomen where her bellybutton was, a jewel-like oasis in the midst of her abdomen. With her hands on Helen’s hips, Cassia dipped her head and stuck the tip of her wet tongue into Helen’s bellybutton, leaving a small pool of her saliva in the depression.
All the while Helen was writhing inside and outside with the sensual pleasure Cassia was giving her, she wondered what it would be like if she were to do to another woman what Cassia was doing to her…maybe even Cassia. After all, Cassia was pleasuring her in this way. Why shouldn’t she pleasure Cassia in return. It seemed only the right thing to do.
For now, however, Helen was too caught up with feeling Cassia’s hands roaming down to her hips and grasping them firmly with her fingers. Cassia’s brought her head down, too, sliding her tongue to the very edge of Helen’s beautiful, golden, silky pubic hair that covered her mons veneris completely, giving her that perfect “V” between her legs, the symbol of her womanhood.
Cassia slid her wet tongue along the outer edge of Helen’s pubic hair from hip to hip, and she also dragged her tongue down each of the creases between Helen’s thighs where they meet with the bottom of her abdomen. Having licked the whole outline of Helen’s “V,” Cassia moved her whole face and roamed all over Helen’s mons, licking her pubic hair and sometimes even sucking some into her mouth, leaving it wet so the drops of saliva actually caught the flicker of candlelight, making the drops of Cassia’s saliva sparkle like jewels.
As Cassia licked Helen’s pubic hair, she smelled the aromatic fragrance of her musk. Since she had dropped the jasmine oil onto Helen’s ass, some of it went between the cracks before she was able to catch it and massage it into her flesh. This jasmine oil slid between the crack and ran onto her pussy; therefore, Cassia was now smelling not only Helen’s personal musk. She was also inhaling the perfume of jasmine.
“Oh, I must go for it. I must put my mouth and lips on my mistress’ vulva. I want to taste it and wallow in this carnal delight,” thought Cassia within her deepest desires and sensual longings.
Going with her thoughts, Cassia left Helen’s pubic hair and slid down to the shaft of her clitoris that was long and large from being engorged with blood. She stuck out her willing tongue and slowly and deliberately ran it up and down the shaft. The fleshy shaft gave way to Cassia’s flicking tongue as she moved it back and forth and at times sucked it into her mouth.
From Helen’s shaft Cassia licked down to the hood of Helen’s glans and licked and sucked that, too, seeing for herself the head of Helen’s clit standing erect beyond it. Helen’s clit was enlarged with blood and redder in color due to its being sexually stimulated as Cassia slavered over it with her mouth and tongue.
Finally, Cassia flicked her tongue across Helen’s hood and just as quickly flicked it over the tip of her clitoris.
“Ooooooooo, Aphrodite, be praised,” cried Helen when she felt the sparks of oral stimulation on her sensitive clit.
Its many nerves tingled and were on edge as they worked their way towards an orgasm, and when Cassia heard the effect her tongue had on Helen when she just flicked her tongue over her clit, she knew it was time. Cassia opened her mouth into a beautiful “O” and brought it down onto Helen’s clit, immediately sucking it with her lips.
Cassia’s sucking sent waves and waves of unspeakable, sensual thrills throughout Helen’s body but especially on her clitoris. Her body was almost over responding to Cassia’s attention to her beautiful pearl of delight. Seemingly without end, Cassia sucked on Helen’s clit, sometimes flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip, and at other times she would often push her face into Helen’s pussy and shake her head very rapidly from side to side while pressing down on the sensitive tissue. She did this not only on Helen’s clit but on the surrounding flesh as well.
Helen moaned and groaned in throes of passion and bucked her hips up and down as Cassia kept her mouth glued to Helen’s yearning clit. Yearning for release. Yearning for resolution. Yearning for climax. Yearning for orgasm.
While Cassia sucked Helen’s clit and the upper part of her vulva, she slid her right hand along Helen’s left hip and moved it down onto her inner thigh and pushed outward to spread Helen’s legs wider, giving greater access to her pussy.
Once Cassia had Helen’s legs spread, she sought her gaping vagina with her fingers, and when they were at the gates of the love goddess, Cassia brought her fingers together so that they almost intertwined and tucked her thumb inside her palm, cradling it on her middle finger and offering support with her ring and index finger. In this way Cassia made a human dildo out of her fingers and hand.
Lovingly, Cassia placed the end of her human dildo at the entrance of Helen’s vagina, and once there she moved it gently and slowly until with much care and perseverance she had her small, hand dildo inside Helen’s vaginal sheath. It was by then all covered with warm pussy cream. Having been successful in getting her fingers that far inside Helen, Cassia set a rhythm of sliding in and out of her vagina, each time making it easier and easier, and as she felt the walls of Helen’s vagina swell and become elastic, especially the soft, spongy spot at the top of her vaginal wall where fluid builds during sexual arousal, she thrust even a little harder. Each time Cassia’s hand swiped that spot on top, Helen thrust her hips upwards off the bed and buried the human dildo a little deeper into her vaginal sheath while Cassia sucked harder on her clit.
“Oh, Cassia. Cassia. What you’re doing to me? Never have I felt so alive, so full of wanton lust that I have now. You are a dream, a living dream,” Helen spoke in short gasps.
All Cassia did was moan, “Mmmmmmm.”
On one particular forward insertion of Cassia’s hand when she brushed extra hard against the soft, spongy, and very sensitive area in her vagina, Helen felt a thousand needles of tingling warmth and pure pleasure erupt right there…at that very spot…and in response Helen gritted her teeth to hold back a scream of wanton lust that would surely be heard throughout her part of the palace while at the same time she thrust mightily off the bed and pushed her bottom forcefully forward so that without warning to either Helen or Cassia, Cassia’s hand disappeared into Helen’s vagina up to her wrist. It looked as if Cassia’s hand had been cut off by Helen’s pussy.
With that size of an object inside her vagina, Helen felt completely full, but she loved it and didn’t want it to stop.
“Cassia, keep your hand inside me, all the way to your wrist if that is truly what I feel. Is it?” Helen asked in surprise, questioning if it were even physically possible. If so, it was, indeed, a first for her.
Cassia looked up to see for herself before answering. “Yes, Helen, my whole hand and the beginning of my wrist are inside your pussy,” Cassia answered in awe. “Should I take my hand out?” Cassie asked.
“Oh, Cassia, no. Let it inside me, and don’t stop sucking. Between your mouth and your hand I am truly about ready to cum,” Helen implored Cassia.
Cassia, therefore, bent down and resumed sucking Helen’s clit while both she and Helen kept the in and out movement of Cassia’s hand going as much as possible. It wasn’t easy, and in truth there was now not much movement because it was so tight, but the constricting contact of Cassia’s fist on the upper wall of Helen’s vagina and Helen’s squeezing her thighs together was exquisite.
Between these two bodily sensations, the sucking on her clitoris and the hand inside her vagina, Helen reached the gates of the Goddess of Love, Aphrodite, and Helen hoped she would soon be summoned into her presence.
“Ohhhhhh, Cassia. Surely you are about to make me cum! I feel the sexual pressure building to a crescendo of vibrating strings in my clitoris. Do guide me and pluck these strings with your tongue and lips that I should cum,” Helen pleaded.
Cassia, upon command, sucked as hard as she could on Helen’s clit, shaking her head from side to side while burying her face completely into Helen’s vulva.
“Nowwwww. Now, Love,” Helen cried out.
Cassia withdrew her hand from inside Helen’s now gaping vagina, grabbed hold of her hips, and thrust her face between Helen’s outstretched legs. Helen’s cumming burst forth from her vagina as her clit vibrated its sexual rhythm.
Her cumming was so intense Helen snapped her thighs together as if to hold the bolts of erotic release within herself, and in doing so, she captured Cassia’s head between her thighs. Then, without warning, Helen poured down her ejaculate that went into Cassia’s mouth and all over her face, but Cassia couldn’t let go. Nor did she want to let go. Cassia wanted to savor all that Helen had to offer her, the floodgates of her orgasm.
After Helen’s intense orgasm, it began to ebb from her oversexed body. Minutes passed, long restful minutes, as Cassia held her face on Helen’s vulva, and Helen lay still with her eyes closed. Helen’s chest heaved with her heavy breathing, and with each breath her beautiful breasts rose and fell.
Finally, Helen relaxed her legs, and Cassia rose to her knees between Helen’s legs. She looked up at Helen, wanting to gaze into Helen’s blue eyes.
“That was quite something, Helen. I’ve never had such an experience before in my life, especially with royalty such as you,” Cassia said.
“Royalty had nothing to do with it, Cassia. It was just two women making love, and you made me feel so wonderful. And how was it you managed to get your whole hand into my vagina?” asked Helen.
Looking puzzled, Cassia said, “I really don’t know. I just folded my fingers together like so and slowly pushed them inside you, and then on that one thrust of your hips, your vagina expanded and took them all inside beyond my wrist.”
“Well, I must say, my vagina certainly felt full, and I now feel more relaxed than I had been before your full-body massage,” Helen said, smiling.
“I am so very glad, Mistress,” answered Cassia.
“Oh, remember, you may call me Helen whenever we are alone. Having shared what we just did, it makes us somewhat kindred spirits. Does it not?” Helen asked.
“Yes, I guess it does. It does, indeed, Helen,” responded Cassia with a sense of pride.
“Come here beside me, Cassia,” Helen said.
When Cassia was kneeling beside Helen, she reached up and put her hand around the back of Cassia’s neck and brought her down to her lips for a loving kiss of passion.
“Mmmmmm. That’s quite a taste,” said Helen.
“It should be, Helen. That’s a combination of the jasmine oil I used on your body during the massage and the taste of you from your cumming all over me,” Cassia chuckled.
Helen joined in the merriment and said, “I must say. It does taste good. Now, however, Cassia, you helped me cum, but you haven’t had your orgasm.”
“That’s all right, Helen. It was my pleasure as well as my privilege to go down on you and help you have your orgasm,” Cassia replied.
“Oh, don’t be silly. The evening is young, and we must take care of your needs. Spread your legs,” said Helen.
Cassia did as Helen asked. She spread her legs. Once Cassia had spread her legs, Helen reached down with her hand, insinuated it underneath Cassia’s green, filmy robe and put her fingers onto Cassia’s pussy. She brought her fingers back all wet and sticky.
“There, you see. You are very wet and obviously very horny, Cassia,” Helen said after which she licked her fingers clean of Cassia’s pussy cream.
“Oh, I can take care of myself,” Cassia said, not wanting to impose on Mistress Helen.
“We’ll have none of that,” said Helen, “not after what you just did for me.”
Cassia continued to feel awkward now in Helen’s presence given their positions in life, the Queen and the handmaiden.
“How can I expect you, Helen of Troy, to go down on my pussy and eat me out…and most likely cum all over your beautiful face?” asked Cassia.
“That is not for you to worry. Nor is it if I say I shall do it,” said Helen with a playful, firm voice. “Besides, it has been said, pointing to herself: ‘This is the face that launched a thousand ships.’ However, from this night on, after what you have done for me and what I intend to do to you, this to be ‘The Face That Launched A Thousand Lips.'”
Cassia giggled at the very idea about what Helen had just said: The Face That Launched A Thousand Lips, and Helen laughed with her, a haunting look coming across her lovely face. A look of determination. A look of anticipation. A look of inspiration. Determination…Anticipation…Inspiration: The three of them combined made up a new sense for Helen as far as what her future destiny was going to be and what she was going to will for herself. No more will she be a slave to men, not even to Paris, and definitely not to old Menelaus.
Cassia helped Helen turn a corner in her life… begin a new page in her life…give her life a sense of purpose and meaning. Never before had she seen inside herself so circumspectly and felt so alive. It was as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders.
“From now on I am going to be my own woman, Cassia,” Helen said emphatically and with Queenly authority.
A glow came over Cassia, and she felt her face flush with amorous delight as she looked at Helen and heard her vow to be her own woman. Unknown to Helen, Cassia had had strong feelings for her since the day she became her handmaiden. First, it was Helen’s rare beauty, and second, it was due to her being attracted to women, having no feelings for men. Now, to hear Helen tell her she was going to be her own woman, a woman, despite the attention of men, including Paris, who was determined to make love with as many women as she could, pleased her greatly. Hers would be the lips Helen would launch on other women, and in return Helen’s nether lips would be paid homage by a thousand women or more.
Helen broke into Cassia’s reverie, causing her to be startled by Helen’s voice.
“Do you understand what I just told you, Cassia?” Helen asked.
“Yes, Helen, I understand perfectly, and I applaud your change of heart as well as your decisions,” Cassia assured her.
“Good!” said Helen. “Then you will do as I tell you, Cassia. Won’t you?”
Caught in the quicksand of her feelings for Helen, Cassia could do nothing less than agree with whatever Helen asked of her.
“What is it you want of me?” Helen.
“First, I want ‘you’ to be the first woman whose pussy I eat. Second, do you see that lounge over near the wall covered with fine purple silk with a back support for comfort, the one draped with the finest lambs wool over the top?” asked Helen, pointing to it.
“Yes, Helen. I see it. I’ve seen it many times as you well know, and I’ve seen you lying on it many, many times,” answered Cassia.
“Well, then. I want you to go over to the lounge and lie down on it with your feet facing the head and not the foot,” Helen directed.
“But, but why?” Cassia asked.
“I shall tell you why, Cassia. I want you to lie on your back with your ass against the back where it goes up at the angle. Once there, I want you to raise your legs, bend your knees, and lower them until your calves are lying against the back of the lounge,” said Helen. “Do you understand so far?”
“Yes, Helen. I understand, but I still don’t know why you want me to do this and be in that position,” Cassia answered.
“It will become perfectly clear soon enough. Once you are comfortably situated, I want you to spread your legs on the back of the lounge as far as you can. Now are you beginning to picture yourself in this position, Cassia?” Helen asked seductively.
It wasn’t difficult for Cassia to figure out why Helen had instructed her so in reference to the lounge, so she left Helen’s bed and walked over to the lounge and positioned herself as instructed by Helen. While she had been walking over to the lounge, Helen noticed the lovely swaying of Cassia’s ass cheeks in silhouette beneath her shear robe.
Helen got off her bed and followed Cassia in her footsteps over to the lounge. Only she walked to the raised head of the lounge and placed herself between Cassia’s spread legs. From this vantage point Helen had a perfect view of Cassia’s vulva. It was now uncovered by her translucent, green robe because as she had lifted her legs to put them over the back of the lounge, the gown slid down her thighs and gathered around her waist.
“Now, Cassia, undo your sash and open your robe so I can see your full, lovely body in all its glory,” Helen said with great anticipation.
“Yes, Helen,” said Cassia as she undid the sash and let the ends fall to the floor. As it fell, the sides of Cassia’s robe came apart, exposing the fullness of her breasts at her cleavage and her enchanting V between her legs.
With such a tantalizing damsel before her Helen had one more thing to ask of Cassia.
“Cassia, Love, now let the sides your robe fall to the floor,” Helen said.
Without hesitation Cassia took each side of her robe and opened it up, letting both sides lightly slide from her fingertips onto the floor. Now Cassia lay completely nude for Helen to see and admire.
Helen did admire Cassia’s body. She loved everything about it from her round, pert breasts capped with crimson areolas and nipples to the thick, hairy “V” between her legs.
“What a lovely creature she is,” sighed Helen. “And to think, she is all mine to do with as I please, or should I say as we please.”
As Helen continued her eye caressing of Cassia’s body, she saw wetness covering Cassia’s vulva, glistening in the glow of candlelight. It wasn’t’ surprising that it should be so because of all they had shared not too long ago when Cassia helped her have an orgasm.
“Surely Cassia could not have made love to me without becoming sexually aroused herself as I proved when I stuck my fingers into her wet vagina,” Helen thought to herself.
Now it was her turn to pleasure Cassia and help her have her orgasm so that she, too, might find sexual satisfaction and emotional peace.
There was no need for foreplay. Helen knew this. Therefore, she reached out with her hands and put them onto Cassia’s knees for support. Fortunately, Cassia was tall, and, therefore, her body was well situated up the back of the lounge. Helen inhaled Cassia’s fragrance that had lingered from the sexual excitement she had while servicing Helen. The fragrance filled Helen’s sensory nerves, stimulating her own sexual arousal once more.
However, before going any further Helen asked Cassia to do something.
“Cassia, open your pussy lips with your fingers so I’ll have full view of your vulva.”
Cassia did as Helen asked and opened her pussy wide so that she saw all parts of her vulva. After Helen feasted visually on Cassia’s pussy, she gently kissed her way down the inner sides of both of Cassia’s thighs until she reached the juncture between her legs where Cassia’s beautiful lay. Once Helen reached the gates of Cassia’s womanhood she opened her pussy and extended her wet tongue flat on Cassia’s vagina. When Cassia felt Helen’s tongue on her pussy, she sighed erotic moans deeply from within her body.
“Mmmmmmm, Helen. That feels wonderful. I still can’t believe that you, a Queen and my mistress, should be servicing my pussy with your mouth. But I love what you are doing to me and don’t want you to stop,” sighed Cassia.
Helen was too involved with licking Cassia’s pussy to say anything. However, having licked her way up to Cassia’s wet vagina, Helen stuck her tongue into it, and when she did, it was the very first vagina in which she had her tongue. Not really knowing what to do, Helen moved her tongue around and around and slid it in and out, during which time her tongue and lips became coated with Cassia’s pussy cream.
Once her tongue was well coated with pussy cream, Helen withdrew her tongue from Cassia’s vagina. She then flattened her tongue and slowly licked her way upward between Cassia’s pussy lips that had a healthy color to them. They were also enlarged from the blood that had come to the surface of her flesh.
Wanting more, Helen slid her hands down from Cassia’s knees and put her fingertips onto her pussy. With them Helen spread the bottom of Cassia’s nether lips open so that her pussy looked like the inside of a pear cut in half. It was round at the bottom and gradually tapered at the top where her labia came together at her clitoris.
“Ahhhhh,” Helen sighed, “this is the fruit of Paradise that I am tasting.”
Thus, Helen licked the tip of her tongue on the apex of Cassia’s vulva just below her enlarged, erect clit that was fully extended outside its protective hood. Ever so softly Helen flicked Cassia’s clit with the tip of her tongue so it went up and down from the movement, causing waves of erotic pleasure course from the tip of her clit and spread throughout all the connected nerves.
With this lingual action on her clit Cassia automatically thrust her hips upward into Helen’s face, causing her clit to enter Helen’s mouth. Helen felt its wholeness, its size, and its texture and immediately enclosed Cassia’s clit with her lips, creating a vacuum, and she and sucked it even further inside her mouth.
“Ooooo. Oh, Helen, that feels divine. Like Aphrodite you are a goddesses of love. This is a blessing beyond my greatest dreams. I thank the gods I was born a woman and for my attraction to other woman,” Cassia’s mind wandered in and out with her feelings of sensual desire.
For Helen it was pure sexual excitement and joy to be eating Cassia’s pussy, especially since this was the first time she ever went down on a woman. Helen lost no time in helping Cassia get closer to her orgasm. She licked her clit and sucked it between her beautiful, red-colored lips. At times she pushed so hard onto Cassia’s clit her face was buried into her hairy pussy.
This excited Helen, and in her excitement, she grasped Cassia’s clit securely between her lips and threw her head rapidly from side to side, thereby not only sucking Cassia’s clit but also rubbing it as a woman does with her fingers while masturbating.
“Ohhhhh, Helen, that’s it. That’s what to do. You have me close to cumming,” cried out Cassia softly from the depths of her sensual being.
In response to Cassia’s moan of passion, Helen kept her rhythm and continued sucking and rubbing Cassia’s swollen, tingling clit that was now feeling the beginning vibrations coursing through it as her body prepared itself for her orgasm.
“Oh…Oh…Yeah! ” Cassia repeated again and again as she pumped her hips up and down on Helen’s lovely face, covering it with pussy cream.
She would not be denied her orgasm now. Thus, her deepest erotic sensations created by the nerves in her mind sent wanton signals throughout Cassia’s body. They came to her clit and the crus/cross that extended beneath her flesh and over her pelvic bone. Both vibrated incessantly, and Cassia was there…at the edge of her orgasm.
With a final push into Helen’s face, Cassia’s clit exploded with myriads of overpowering sexual sensations. So intense were they Cassia stretched her arms and placed her hands on the back of Helen’s head and pressed her face into her pussy while at the same time she squeezed it with her thighs. Cassia did this not because she thought Helen would stop eating her pussy but because her orgasm came so intense.
Helen, however, did manage to give Cassia’s clit one last and powerful suck before she was able to move her face down onto her vulva so her mouth was directly over Cassia’s urethra and vagina which she could stimulate and reap her reward when Cassia came.
“Oh, Mistress. Now! It continues! I’m cumming. My orgasm has a mind of its own,” Cassia hissed her wanton desires and needs.
“Yes! Now! It comes now, Helen! Let me cum all over your beautiful face!”
Cassia bucked as wave after wave of tingling sensations swelled all over her clitoral area, and uncontrollably she let down the fluids from her urethra and vagina, squirting them all into Helen’s open mouth and over face.
With her head caught between Cassia’s thighs, Helen kept her mouth open and enjoyed Cassia’s elixir of cum. Her pussy cream. Her love juice.
However, Helen would have it no other way. She reveled in this most erotic experience she was having for the first time in her life, eating another woman’s pussy and having her cum all over her beautiful face.
In time Cassia’s orgasm played itself out sufficiently for her to relax the sexual tension in her body. Her breathing caught up with her mind as well as her heart, and she now opened her thighs, releasing the pressure on Helen’s head that allowed her to get up.
Helen lifted her head and looked between Cassia’s legs and saw her face restful and in sweet repose now that she had had her orgasm. However, still not being sexually satiated, Helen reached down and cupped Cassia’s firm, pert breasts and gently squeezed them. She then brought her hands up to Cassia’s knees and pushed so that she was standing once more but still able to look down onto Cassia’s sweet pussy as she walked around the lounge.
Feeling Helen’s weight off her, Cassia opened her eyes and saw Helen looking down on her body. She was smiling and had a contented look on her face.
Cassia smiled back and said, “Oh, Helen. Words fail me to let you know how wonderful you made me feel and how grateful I am for your condescending to eat my pussy until I had my orgasm, especially since you let me cum all over your lovely face.”
Helen continued to smile and said, “Cassia, Love, what we two just experienced was wonderful for both of us. Not just for you. Just as the pleasure you gave me was mutually enjoyed so was this. Since this is true, there was nothing condescending in my eating your pussy until you came all over my face and let me delight in tasting your cum. It was my reward for servicing you. Do you understand?”
Cassia, feeling awkward in the presence of her mistress and of her queen of Sparta and now of Troy, she still had difficulty making the transition between being her handmaiden and lover and calling her Mistress Helen when others were around but just Helen when they were together with no one around. She did, however, give thanks for this night and the pleasures she and Helen shared.
Helen helped Cassia down to a sitting position, and then, taking her hands into hers, she helped Cassia to stand so that they were facing one another, each looking deeply into one another’s eyes.
With deliberate intent Helen reached out, put her left hand behind her neck, and brought Cassia to her, meeting her lips with Cassias’ and lovingly kissed her. The kiss was soft and gentle, but there was passion to it, and both Cassia and Helen felt the passion.
“Mmmmmmm. That was nice. Very nice,” Helen said, tracing her tongue around her lips.
“Yes, it was, Helen. And wasn’t the taste fantastic, our lips being covered with one another’s pussy cream and love juice?” Cassia replied.
Helen hugged Cassia and felt their breasts press against one another and their abdomens make contact, too.
“Well, Cassia, I think before the sun rises with its muted ray of yellow, you and I should attend to our baths—Come join me–and wash, and then, since my bedroom is for me and me alone as you well know and my bed is quite large, I want you to share it with me tonight so we can fall asleep in one another’s arms, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Is that all right with you?” Helen asked.
Again, surprised with Helen’s gracious invitation to share her bath and her bed was beyond Cassia’ greatest expectations, but having shared what they did, she thought it not any more unusual than the setting of the moon giving way to the rising of the sun.
Thus, having bathed and dried their beautiful bodies, Helen and Cassia entered her bedchamber and went directly to Helen’s bed where both got into it and came together in the middle. Neither had bothered to put any sleeping attire on since that was Helen’s wish, and thus lying naked in each other’s arms and still feeling the warmth of their lovemaking and bath, Helen took Cassia into her arms and held her to her breasts.
“This was, indeed, a strange but wonderful day for me, Cassia. Fearful of what might befall me should Menelaus come after me, my frustration of not being able to make myself cum without some artificial aid, and then our beautiful lovemaking when you introduced me into the art of Lesbos, lesbian love. And now I have you in my arms in my bed.” said Helen as she ran her fingers along her right cheek.
“From this day forward I proclaim my liberation from male dominance and accept the gift of lesbian love,” she said stoically, ”
Helen smiled salaciously then and proclaimed, “From now on I do not see myself as ‘The Face That Launched A Thousand Ships’ but, the gods willing, ‘The Face That Launched A Thousand Lips.'”
Helen considered the ramifications of such a statement and wondered if she, indeed, could accomplish such a feat, but then she remembered her parents were the mortal Queen Leda and the god Zeus. This now made her an immortal Queen who assumed her rightful place after Queen Leda’s death. She, therefore, had immortal time to make this so.
Therefore, she turned to Cassia and said, “About what I just said, you, my Cassia, were the first to launch my pussy lips, and you gave me the first opportunity to launch your pussy lips with my mouth and tongue. What do you think that?” Helen asked.
However, Cassia did not answer Helen’s question, and when Helen received no reply, she looked down at Cassia and found her sleeping in her arms.