HELEN HUNT
I'm fantasy-vacationing at a resort lodge and go out of my room to explore the surrounding area. In a general store type of place, I look for the latest issue of a favorite magazine. Then I see the last thing I ever expected to see, even in a fantasy.
It's Helen Hunt, coming into the store and going over to the magazine rack too!
Keeping outwardly cool, I approach her and start up a conversation about her show, Mad About You. She seems pleased that I'm following it pretty closely. She also seems refreshed by my attitude toward the chance meeting. I guess she's had enough of the "Holy cow, it's Helen Hunt!" sort of reaction.
We don't find what we're looking for, so we leave and head back to the lodge, talking about Twister, and this and that.
"Lea Thompson's here too," Helen is saying. "We've decided to stay somewhere together for a few days and see if we can stand each other."
Lea Thompson! The fantasy expands!
"The management of this place must feel pretty lucky having two big names in sitcoms staying in its rooms," I comment. "Does somebody want you two to work on a Mad About You/Caroline in the City crossover?"
"What gave you that idea?" she replies with that cheery Jamie Buchman grin.
In the end I accept an invitation to meet Lea. On arriving at the lodge we head up to their room.
She doesn't appear to be there, however. "Hmm," says Helen. "Probably out doing some laundry or something."
So we sit on the couch and talk some more about the concept of a crossover.
I become aware of Helen moving closer, and am more than astonished when she kisses me full on the mouth.
"One of our talks ended in Lea betting me that I wouldn't go up to someone and start something spontaneous," she says, tracing over to my ear, gently chewing on the lobe and flicking the tip of her tongue over it. "I'd like to see what she'd do if I told her I did. How about you?"
She kissed me again, a little firmer this time. My pride and joy now bulges against my pants and she undoes them, grinning slightly as she sees the results of her boldness. She traces a line of kisses down my neck, over my chest and on down my belly, there is the briefest of pauses and then her mouth is on me.
Helen sucks it long and slow, the tip of her tongue swirling round the head now and then. Her hand strokes the stiffened length of flesh, sometimes pausing to squeeze, or sometimes cupping my testicles and gently fondling them.
The image of her hand gently bobbing in my lap, the feel of her mouth, tongue and hand on me-a few minutes is all it takes for my aloofness to melt away completely and be replaced by a quite strong desire to go down on her and return the favor. First, though, I'm put to a heck of a climax as the sensations build to a peak, trembling as they ripple over me, moaning as I lose all voluntary control and come in her mouth.
I open my eyes as the spasms dissipate-and find Lea standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
As Helen draws back a bit, she becomes aware that my attention is elsewhere. She turns, following the line of my gaze, and sees Lea.
"Surprise," Helen says, a grin on her face.
"I'll say," Lea counters. "This will teach me to make suppositions about people before I really know them."
"Now what are you going to do?" Helen asks, seeming to enjoy the moment.
"Wanna do a threeway?" she asks, looking at me.
"He just got a blowjob," Helen informs her.
"Well, he can watch us till he feels up to it again," Lea says with an impish look on her face.
She kisses Helen with a good firm tongue-twister. After a bit, the two of them get into a pretty good scene: loosening and removing clothes, playing with their breasts, stroking, tweaking, tonguing and sucking nipples. Lea moves on down, stroking and licking the insides of Helen's thighs. She ends up finger-fucking her and lapping her snatch. Her hands, mouth and tongue move up and down Helen's body in a scene that gets me hard again. I see Helen writhing gently in the throes of climax, moaning. And she returns the favor in earnest for Lea when Caroline's real self sits on her face.
At that point, I suggest to Lea that she suck my boner while she sits on Helen's face-a suggestion that's eagerly accepted. She sucks my cock quickly, improving her technique as she become more and more aroused by Helen's tongue in her cunt. She rubs my nuts and hungrily eats me until she keens a muffled cry with my dick in her mouth. Helen's steady licking has brought her to a joyous climax!
Then, I move to Helen, ready to fuck her as repayment for the blowjob she's given me to start this whole thing. She wants to be on top, so I let her straddle me. She starts to move in a slow grinding motion, and continues her orgasmic journey in her slow and careful way. I can sense she's near the end of it when she picks up speed a little, then a lot! In a minute, she's shaking all over, her mouth is open and she moans, then cries out sharply. This declines to a moan of satisfaction and, finally, silence and a smile. Then, she rolls off me.
Next thing I know I'm sitting on the couch with Lea straddling me, snorting with lust. She's a competitor! She humps me quick and hard, and I fuck her the same way as we alternate positions. My supposition about her as a noisemaker is verified quite effectively by her moaning, squealing and grunting reactions to humping me and getting fucked in the same stiff, quick manner. The noise and colorfully suggestive stream of hissing demands rises to a crescendo as she reaches come number three.
Lea sucks my cock more hungrily than before, but in the exact same manner, telling me to finish off the last little bit by beating the meat a little.
It only takes a few pumps at my cock to bring out the second culmination in a relatively short time, which sends a good load of come spilling out at her. She catches it, spreading the stuff over her front with one hand, slurping it into her mouth off the other, grinning and chuckling in amused satisfaction.
"So . . ." Lea asks during a rest-up interlude, "what other famous fucks would you like if you could get them?"
"Oh, let me see," I reply, "how about: Gillian Anderson, Jennifer Aniston, Yasmin Bleeth, Lara Flynn Boyle, Kim Delaney, Fran Drescher, Jenna Elfman, Calista Flockhart, Michelle Forbes, Lucy Lawless, Pamela Lee, Julianna Margulies-" (I'm quite pleased that I can recite the list alphabetically.) Then I ask, "Hey, who's on your fuck list?"
"You can piss off with that, buddy," Lea replies. "This is your fantasy, not mine."
"Same answer here, before you ask," says Helen.
So we shut up and end up getting together a couple of times more, each session as wild as the first. These two ladies have been durable and consistent.
You go out for a magazine and end up boning a celebrity or two. Fate sure can work in some strange ways can't it?
I'm fantasy-vacationing at a resort lodge and go out of my room to explore the surrounding area. In a general store type of place, I look for the latest issue of a favorite magazine. Then I see the last thing I ever expected to see, even in a fantasy.
It's Helen Hunt, coming into the store and going over to the magazine rack too!
Keeping outwardly cool, I approach her and start up a conversation about her show, Mad About You. She seems pleased that I'm following it pretty closely. She also seems refreshed by my attitude toward the chance meeting. I guess she's had enough of the "Holy cow, it's Helen Hunt!" sort of reaction.
We don't find what we're looking for, so we leave and head back to the lodge, talking about Twister, and this and that.
"Lea Thompson's here too," Helen is saying. "We've decided to stay somewhere together for a few days and see if we can stand each other."
Lea Thompson! The fantasy expands!
"The management of this place must feel pretty lucky having two big names in sitcoms staying in its rooms," I comment. "Does somebody want you two to work on a Mad About You/Caroline in the City crossover?"
"What gave you that idea?" she replies with that cheery Jamie Buchman grin.
In the end I accept an invitation to meet Lea. On arriving at the lodge we head up to their room.
She doesn't appear to be there, however. "Hmm," says Helen. "Probably out doing some laundry or something."
So we sit on the couch and talk some more about the concept of a crossover.
I become aware of Helen moving closer, and am more than astonished when she kisses me full on the mouth.
"One of our talks ended in Lea betting me that I wouldn't go up to someone and start something spontaneous," she says, tracing over to my ear, gently chewing on the lobe and flicking the tip of her tongue over it. "I'd like to see what she'd do if I told her I did. How about you?"
She kissed me again, a little firmer this time. My pride and joy now bulges against my pants and she undoes them, grinning slightly as she sees the results of her boldness. She traces a line of kisses down my neck, over my chest and on down my belly, there is the briefest of pauses and then her mouth is on me.
Helen sucks it long and slow, the tip of her tongue swirling round the head now and then. Her hand strokes the stiffened length of flesh, sometimes pausing to squeeze, or sometimes cupping my testicles and gently fondling them.
The image of her hand gently bobbing in my lap, the feel of her mouth, tongue and hand on me-a few minutes is all it takes for my aloofness to melt away completely and be replaced by a quite strong desire to go down on her and return the favor. First, though, I'm put to a heck of a climax as the sensations build to a peak, trembling as they ripple over me, moaning as I lose all voluntary control and come in her mouth.
I open my eyes as the spasms dissipate-and find Lea standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
As Helen draws back a bit, she becomes aware that my attention is elsewhere. She turns, following the line of my gaze, and sees Lea.
"Surprise," Helen says, a grin on her face.
"I'll say," Lea counters. "This will teach me to make suppositions about people before I really know them."
"Now what are you going to do?" Helen asks, seeming to enjoy the moment.
"Wanna do a threeway?" she asks, looking at me.
"He just got a blowjob," Helen informs her.
"Well, he can watch us till he feels up to it again," Lea says with an impish look on her face.
She kisses Helen with a good firm tongue-twister. After a bit, the two of them get into a pretty good scene: loosening and removing clothes, playing with their breasts, stroking, tweaking, tonguing and sucking nipples. Lea moves on down, stroking and licking the insides of Helen's thighs. She ends up finger-fucking her and lapping her snatch. Her hands, mouth and tongue move up and down Helen's body in a scene that gets me hard again. I see Helen writhing gently in the throes of climax, moaning. And she returns the favor in earnest for Lea when Caroline's real self sits on her face.
At that point, I suggest to Lea that she suck my boner while she sits on Helen's face-a suggestion that's eagerly accepted. She sucks my cock quickly, improving her technique as she become more and more aroused by Helen's tongue in her cunt. She rubs my nuts and hungrily eats me until she keens a muffled cry with my dick in her mouth. Helen's steady licking has brought her to a joyous climax!
Then, I move to Helen, ready to fuck her as repayment for the blowjob she's given me to start this whole thing. She wants to be on top, so I let her straddle me. She starts to move in a slow grinding motion, and continues her orgasmic journey in her slow and careful way. I can sense she's near the end of it when she picks up speed a little, then a lot! In a minute, she's shaking all over, her mouth is open and she moans, then cries out sharply. This declines to a moan of satisfaction and, finally, silence and a smile. Then, she rolls off me.
Next thing I know I'm sitting on the couch with Lea straddling me, snorting with lust. She's a competitor! She humps me quick and hard, and I fuck her the same way as we alternate positions. My supposition about her as a noisemaker is verified quite effectively by her moaning, squealing and grunting reactions to humping me and getting fucked in the same stiff, quick manner. The noise and colorfully suggestive stream of hissing demands rises to a crescendo as she reaches come number three.
Lea sucks my cock more hungrily than before, but in the exact same manner, telling me to finish off the last little bit by beating the meat a little.
It only takes a few pumps at my cock to bring out the second culmination in a relatively short time, which sends a good load of come spilling out at her. She catches it, spreading the stuff over her front with one hand, slurping it into her mouth off the other, grinning and chuckling in amused satisfaction.
"So . . ." Lea asks during a rest-up interlude, "what other famous fucks would you like if you could get them?"
"Oh, let me see," I reply, "how about: Gillian Anderson, Jennifer Aniston, Yasmin Bleeth, Lara Flynn Boyle, Kim Delaney, Fran Drescher, Jenna Elfman, Calista Flockhart, Michelle Forbes, Lucy Lawless, Pamela Lee, Julianna Margulies-" (I'm quite pleased that I can recite the list alphabetically.) Then I ask, "Hey, who's on your fuck list?"
"You can piss off with that, buddy," Lea replies. "This is your fantasy, not mine."
"Same answer here, before you ask," says Helen.
So we shut up and end up getting together a couple of times more, each session as wild as the first. These two ladies have been durable and consistent.
You go out for a magazine and end up boning a celebrity or two. Fate sure can work in some strange ways can't it?
