Love in Cathedral Heights-PART THREE
"How many packs a day did you smoke, Gerald?" She
used a nail to flick ash at the young man's
tumescent penis. As he was kneeling naked, hands
cuffed behind him on the ottoman, this was not
taken comfortably...He gasped, and his dick
trembled. Gerry was kneeling, not in a sitting
position but with his butt up, as they do on the
kneeler at church...this had been going on for an
hour or two, and he was beginning to cramp.
As Miss Helen was sitting comfortably on the
couch not seven inches from Gerry's precarious
balance on the hassock, it was only amusing to
her. She was fully dressed, wearing a midriff
t-shirt, tight over her large breasts, and
short-shorts, showing her magnificent
legs...Gerry felt even more nude in this
situation...
"Butt up, Gerald, don't lean on your legs that
way...and answer me!" Gerry's lip trembled...he
had to pee badly. "I don't...remember, Miss
Helen. It was over a decade ago that you
made-helped me quit-"
Miss Helen flicked another, larger spark,
which fortunately missed the cock entireley,
scalding Gerry's inner thigh. "How many (flick)
packs (flick)did you (flick)smoke a day, stop
crying (flick) Gerald, I'm so sick(flick)of your
sniveling...it's not attractive(flick) now about
the cigarettes, I'm not going to stop flicking,
til you tell me, dear..."
Gerry's crotch was stinging, and he was having
a dear time trying to maintain his balance...his
upper calves ached, as did his back"One, uh or
one and a half, Miss Helen." "My sweet
chain-smoker, I think it was more like three, and
the first day you moved in here, you put a butt
out on my antique cherrywood coffee table...you
were an arrogant young man, weren't you?"
She flicked one more spark, it hit directly
under the shaft, and Gerry fell off the hassock.
Miss Helen got up and patiently helped him back
onto the evil cushions..."You know, darling, I
only smoke about four ciggies a day..." Helen
said, began rubbing the scorched, but still
throbbing penis tenderly. "Why are you so
addictive?" She asked this as if Gerry had last
smoked an hour ago, instead of back in 1988.
Picking up a jar of vaseline from the coffee
table in question,(Gerry'd long ago had it
refinished) she opened it and began spreading the
cooling gel all over Gerry's shaft. "Isn't it
nice that we have jars of Vaseline all over the
house like this?" Gerry sighed deeply, the woman
certainly knew how to manipulate her
fingers...(giggle) More Vaseline than most
couples I imagine."
Miss Helen began energetically rubbing the
underside of Gerry's penis with her long
red-tipped fingers. "Poor Gerald, I went too far
with the cigarette, let me soothe your wee-wee."
She stroked a bit more."Better than before you
bought me the dryer, darling...remember the
clothespin fun?"
Gerry shivered, and his cock wilted just a
little. He remembered! But he quickly rose again,
his landlady was too good with her massaging.
Precum oozed a bit from his penis tip, and
Helen rubbed it right back in the skin like
ointment, blowing through her full lips. "Ooh, I
need to touch up."
She opened her lipstick, and put a fresh
shade of pink on her lower lip, rubbing the two
together..."Wish I'd use these lips for fun,
Gerald? Fun like Miguel gets?" She was referring
to her lover, the mail clerk in a firm where
Gerry was a partner. Helen put the lipstick away
and pushed her head very close to his straining
cock and after dipping her long nails into the
vaseline jar, began rubbing the foreskin with two
fingers...
Gerry, despite the tiny burns all over his
penis, felt it filling once again with blood,
stiffening and he was incredibly aroused. Miss
Helen's fingers rubbed the head, and then worked
up and down the shaft..."Poor Sweetie, does that
feel better?" She rubbed the shaft more with her
soft, white fingers, causing the semen to rise
once again from the testicles...
Gerald sighed. He was so used to this
Charlie-Brown-Lucy-pulling-away-the-football
treatment that these false alarms shouldn't have
bothered him, coming close to orgasm, REALLY
BELIEVING he was going to cum, and then having
her stop suddenly, and ridicule him.
Once after an excruciating forty-eight hour
no-cum tease,which had followed fifty-one days of
the padlock, he'd stolen her key and unlocked the
padlock...she'd caught him, just before he'd
squirted kneeling there on the bathroom floor,
pumping away and clutching one of her brassieres.
Miss Helen had given Gerry a weekend of hell,
starting with the strap, and continuing with full
infantilism treatment..."Wear Depends til you
learn not to squirt without permission, darling."
Now, his cock felt that racing that happened
right before orgasm yet AGAIN Gerry began
trembling, his penis was starting to buck Helen
switched from rubbing to tickling, and then...
Helen suddenly bent down and kissed the tip,
something she'd never done before. She got down
on her knees and kissed it again. "Does that feel
good, sweetheart? Does that help, kissing the
boo-boo?" Suddenly, she seemed to be reverting to
baby talk, and right in the position to give
head...
No! it couldn't happen..."Did my wittle
Ge-wuld's wee-wee burn?" She stroked more,
slathering Vaseline over the purple mushroom
cockhead...
Gerry felt the surging again...His balls
were leaden and he swayed on the hassock, it was
so strange having his Miss Helen on her knees in
front of his burgeoning,suffering penis. Would he
get relief? This would be so ecsquisite, if she
blew him.
His last orgasm occurred when Miss Helen,
entertaining a group of black male gay
hairdressers had allowed him to masturbate his
cock with his left hand (he was, of course
right-handed) lubricated with Ben-Gay...he had to
cum within ten minutes or no go...
As the queens screamed with laughter at the
naked, blindfolded young attorney pounding his
pud desperately on a rubber sheet laid over the
Oriental rug, Miss Helen blew smoke through her
nostrils and sang "Jimmy Crack Corn..."and timed
Gerry with his stopwatch from the firm track
team...
He'd made it with twelve seconds to spare, and
licked it up while the biggest of the gay
hairdressers hit his ass with a wooden
spoon...humiliating, but it had been an orgasm,
now PLEASE LET ME HAVE ANOTHER A HUNDRED FIVE
DAYS!!!...
Miss Helen suddenly stopped rubbing, to run
her Vaselined hand through his buzz cut "Darling,
aren't you glad we chopped off that blue and
green streaked ponytail when you first moved in,
fourteen years ago?...
Gerry'd been startled by his meek agreement
to her hair change proposal; up til then his
coiff had been a statement..."It's MY HAIR, you
asshole !" this repeated jerimiad had effectively
cowed Dad,a renowned author of family therapy
manuals; hell,Gerry's first trip to Juvie, sixth
grade? He'd tossed a brick at a traffic cop who'd
made fun of his new mohawk...But Miss Helen had a
way about her...
Miss Helen went back down to rub and kiss
his weiner...this continued for a while, til
Gerry was shaking in anticipated orgasm..."Oh,
Miss Helen...PLEASE let me cum...I'll do
anything...oooh I'm so cloose..."
Then Helen sat back, and reached for Gerry's
penis with her patent leather pumps...Rubbing the
top of the cock with her right heel, she caused
friction with the underside by rubbing the top of
her other heel..this went on for about twenty
minutes, and as her legs were up in the air,
Gerry could get brief panty shots under the
miniskirt.
A former ballet instructor,Miss Helen could
hold her legs up almost indefinetely, and caused
great friction to Gerry's bloated, purple member
rubbing away...occasionally she would stop and
put both her heels together, squeezing the
cockehead painfully, and then return to rubbing
the shoes against the naked, throbbing penis...
Gerry's hips began shaking again,as the semen
seemed to be pushing out, he had to hold back, if
he drenched her new shoes in cum, it would be
fifty with the strap and another twenty-five with
her evil cane, but he was sooo close, was it
worth it? Oh Ohhh....He was so close, he felt it
coming the first one in a hundred and five
DAYSS....
Miss Helen suddenly dropped her feet to the
floor, just seconds before Gerry was to spurt,
and stood up. "Wha--no..." Gerry looked at her in
alarm. Helen helped Gerry off the footstool. "Oh
Miss Helen, thank you for taking me off that
awful thing, my knees were killing me, but what
about my cumming?"
"Don't you love to give orders, little boy."
Miss Helen guided Gerry over to the marble floor
of the fireplace..."Back on your knees..." "No,
it's been hours PLEASE!" Gerry was close to a
tantrum. "My knees and my back are killing me,
god damn..."
Miss Helen let go of Gerry and went into her
bedroom...She didn't slap me...maybe things are
looking up...Gerry stood on shaking legs...his
penis was shriveling a bit in fear of his
landlady's temper, but was still as hard as a
regulation lead pipe.
"Gerald...sweetheart..."Miss Helen walked
back in and stood in front of Gerry..."You must
learn to obey, and not insist, don't you think I
know more than you do?" Gerry hung his head..his
eyes were open, however and in her hand were five
jacks...the little metal stars that girls used
back in the old days...
"Do you know what these are, Gerald?" Miss
Helen shoved them into Gerry's downturned
face."They're jacks, I left the ball in the other
room... I showed them to you once." Miss Helen
bunched the jacks in her hand and crushed them
against Gerry's balls. the pain was excruciating.
" I played with them as a girl, and you
foolishly told me that you made your poor little
sister swallow one of hers." Helen squeezed the
jacks harder, and the points were searing his
scrotum, but Gerry didn't scream, just bit his
tongue ".But, darling boy, you couldn't take her
to the Emergency Room, because you had a date
that night...you laughed at the memory, Gerald."
Miss Helen let go of Gerry's balls, and he
heaved a sigh of relief. She bent down and put
the jacks on the marble floor in front of his
feet. "Gerald, do you really want to orgasm?"
"Yess...you know I do..." Will you do something
for me...it will be nice and also educational."
"Anything, Miss Helen..." Gerry began brightening
up. "I asked you to kneel before, and now I
insist. Kneel on the jacks, Gerald..."
Gerry looked down in horror, and Miss Helen
took him by the shoulders and made him kneel
again. His knees, not too well from the hours on
the hassock felt new stings from the little metal
jacks prodding.."Now, Gerald, if you want an
orgasm, I want one first. You haven't eaten me
out since seven this morning, just before we went
to Mass..."
Miss Helen took off her shorts and panties
and put her shaved vagina in front of Gerrys
tortured face. "Eat, Gerald...give me the orgasm
that you want."
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It was ten o'clock. Gerry was once again
spread eagled to the bed, after having licked
Miss Helen to about four orgasms, before
collapsing under the pain of the jacks... Miss
Helen had rubbed iodine on the knees, and taken
him back to his prison of the morning... and was
stroking his penis again...using the lotion. True
to form, Gerry was again rock hard, as he'd been
on and off for thirteen hours.
Helen was now in bra and panties, casually
blowing on Gerry's cockhead, and then rubbing up
and down feverishly on the purplish shaft..."I
came over and over, Gerald...it was wonderful..."
She gripped the shaft like a VW bug throttle, and
began rubbing up and down in quick strokes...
Please PLEASE..."
Are you ready, my sweet?" "Yes ma'am..."She
rubbed faster, and Gerry's hips ground and
bucked, and it was now time, Oh, my wonderful
Miss Helen! Suddenly Miss Helen stopped again,
and Gerry felt an ineffable pain in the tip of
his poor, tortured erection..."Sweetie, I have to
go watch the ten o'clock news. I forgot, there's
something about the hairdressers union...I'll let
you come at eleven p.m."
And she kept her word...two weeks later, on a
Sunday night at eleven p.m., her grateful Gerald
had a wonderful, surging orgasm, that was served
back to him on Miss Helen's manicured fingers...
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It was a blustery Sunday,in March of 2020. The
memorial service had broken up, and the fifty-one
year old managing partner of K street's most
powerful law firm thanked the reverend and walked
out into the cold air. A sudden stroke...one day
Gerry'd just come home, and Helen was it
appeared, fast asleep over a Jane Austen novel.
Now, though he was heartbroken, and terribly
terribly lonely for his partner of over thirty
years... and had been crying daily for a week,
Attorney Morin had a new problem. His padlock was
still on, and he hadn't been able to find the
key. Bolt cutters?
His last orgasm had been a month away, and he
was grieving but horny, jerking off would help
him forget Now, he could do it over and over
again, whenever..."Mr. Morin?" Gerry looked over,
and the attractive young redhead who had been
sitting in the pew behind him was smiling at his
side.
"You're Keri Ann, right? Helen's niece? You've
moved here to finish college?" Gerry smiled at
her. God, Keri was gorgeous, the same figure as
her aunt, but what mischevious eyes! Keri smiled
and handed him a letter. "Read this, please."
"Dear Gerald:
Dr. Towlen informed me the other day that I
have angina, and not long to live. I have kept my
neice, Keri Ann, informed of our life together,
and sent her the many pictures that I've taken of
you in various states. She has inherited the
house, and needs someone to help her with
college, and perhaps grad school tuition. I trust
you can help her.
I love you very much, and treasure our time
together.
Helen
P.S. Keri Ann has the key"
THE END
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