Perfect Miss Helga

Perfect Miss Helga

By Aer Snow96

***Hello and thank you for taking the time to read this short I made. I wrote this somewhat spicy short story to blow off some steam and as a quick break from my other projects. Thank you by the way, for the support given to my other works.I really do appreciate it, and it keeps me motivated to keep on writing these stories.

Thank you so much!

Anyway, let me know in the comments what you think of this quick work of mine. I feel that it’s rough around the edges. I just needed to get it out there since I have a bad habit of getting bogged down in the most tiniest details and thus never releasing any work since I think they are never I wanted them to be.

Constructive feedback is appreciated.

****All characters participating in any sexual activity are above 18 years old.

Why can’t they understand that this was important work? Thought Rebecca as she sat primly, nose high and back straight. She was volunteering work for donations in the community church.

Can’t they see that this was for the better good of the community?

All the other girls are just spending their time away with pointless distractions. Talking about silly things like boys and partying.

They’ll see, oh someday she’ll be a respectable adult thriving in success and everybody will look up to her. A pillar of virtue and decency!

Like Miss Helga.

Rebecca tried not to be angry or rude towards Paulina for the day, after all they were supposed to be working together. Rebecca felt her stomach turning at the thought but must persevere. After all God will reward those dutiful and earnest in their work.

And punish the wicked, Rebecca added sourly in her head.

She eyed Paulina’s short shorts, revealing her thighs.

And that t-shirt! It looked like two sizes short as it gripped the contours of her body so tightly, her breasts looked close to bursting!

At the very least she had the shame to not advertise to the world her breast.

Not that it deterred the scum of the earth from being attracted to this modern day Jezebel. Ash Crawford came by, said about wanting to help and spread goodwill but Rebecca saw his eyes glued to her chest and the passing glance he did on Paulina’s thighs before heading out.

Ooohh, how she hated it! In sacred ground no less!

Can’t they be more like her? Her auburn hair bound in a bun and wearing long skirt that reached to her ankles and a simple blouse. Nothing like that tramp outfit Paulina wore.

She had to stop from shaking her head in dismay.

They hate her. Oh she knows they do. Can’t stand to hear the truth that she, Rebecca Meadows, is right. God bless her.

Besides, their opinions of her don’t matter. There was only one person Rebecca held in high regard and whose opinion was her bread and butter.

“Hey girls!” greeted Miss Helga, a brilliant smile on her face. Blonde curls in a red bow and a comely cotton skirt that showed no excess of skin along with a long istanbul escort sleeve blouse.

Saintly by today’s standard. Rigid even but when Miss Helga wears it she shined like a symbol of joy and purity!

Miss Helga was as Rebecca wanted to aspire to be one day.

Dignified, kind and responsible. One of the pillars of the community.

“I hope everything is alright here. Can I get you something? Snacks? Drinks?” Miss Helga offered.

“Oh my, Paulina! Quite collection you have it here! ” seeing the teeming collection jar Paulina had by her side.

“Oh that’s just nothing miss,” Paulina tried to brush it off, but it was clear the praise sent her in high spirits.

Rebecca frowned glumly. Her jar barely reached a quarter of the way!

“Oh Rebecca darling,” Miss Helga came by close, seeing Rebecca frown before she could hide her dismay.

“Oh it’s alright dear, it means quite a lot to me that you are the most diligent member of our church, never missing an event” soothed Miss Helga, her scent wafting towards Rebecca. Miss Helga smelled of cinnamon and blueberries. Her warm embrace washed away the disappointed she had in herself.

“Anyway, it’s getting late now. Hector and I need to pack things up and close for the night. God Bless you both for helping me around with the donations.”

“No problem miss,” said Paulina hefting her backpack over her shoulder, readying to get out.

“God Bless you both. Such good girls the both of you,” Miss Helga added.

Hector, the squat thirty five year old Hispanic man who worked as the groundskeeper for the church was just raking in the leaves as Paulina and Rebecca past them by. He flashed them a smile. Not the picture of attractiveness but what Hector lacks in physical beauty he makes up for in good works. Always there to lend a helping hand, regardless if one was friend or stranger.

He was Miss Helga’s shadow and aide.

“Muchas gracias señoras. Miss Helga and I appreciate the help,” he had that fatherly smile of his, as he cleaned up and went inside to close up the church.

As a good Christian, Rebecca knows she shouldn’t be disgusted by how Hector looked. Or how someone like him shouldn’t stand as close as someone as perfect as Miss Helga. Still she kept these to herself. She was having too good a day for other things to be a bother.

Miss Helga recognizes her efforts! Yes, she knew her good works wouldn’t go unnoticed and unrewarded. To think that Miss Helga though so much of her!

She practically had a spring to her step as they made for the bus. Never once sharing a word with Paulina. Which suited Rebecca just fine. If only Paulina would take the hint that she was such in a good mood not to disturb her

“Uhm…Rebecca? Aren’t you travelling…a bit light?”

“Huh?”

“You’re backpack,” gesturing towards her back.

Oh no! In all her merry mood she had completely forgotten her own backpack.

Never sparring another thought, avcılar escort Rebecca rushed back as fast as her shoes and skirt would allow. She can’t miss the bus home or she’ll end up walking the rest of the way!

Oh, how embarrassing it would be, especially if Miss Helga would find out how much of klutz Rebecca can be from time to time.

She couldn’t stand it!

So she has to be quiet as to spare her the shame of forgetting her own bag.

Rebecca was relieved to see that the church was still open but the lights were out.

No matter, she’ll just have to be quick. She went inside, squinting this way and that, trying to remember where she put it last.

Where did she put it?

A noise opened up, the sound of footsteps and….grunting?

She looked around and ducked, hiding in the shadows

People? It was supposed to be close for the night.

Who could it be?

She pushed a door quietly, her curiosity getting the better of her.

As she peeked in she could see…could see….

Why dear lord, it was a couple embracing! The darkness prevented her from identifying who it was.

And from what she could tell it was the indecent sort of embrace. Rebecca’s parents were strict but their net of censorship was not absolute. Passing glimpses from billboards, movie posters and even TV commercials gave her a vague idea of the indecent things a man and a woman could do in the throes of lust.

Rebecca was twenty one years old, virgin and proud, like a good Christian should be before marriage.

As the figures groped their hands, couldn’t keep away from one another as they stumbled in the darkness, bumping seats in their vulgar coupling. The lady giggled like a fool, evidently enjoying their lusty travesty in this hallowed ground.

Reflections of lights bounced off other neighboring homes and it is in of these that Rebecca was shocked to see who it was.

It was none other than Hector and Miss Helga!

She put a hand on her mouth to save her from gasping.

Heart thudding, she tried to retreat further into the shadows, close her eyes for the indecency that was occurring.

But she could not.

As she watched the diminutive Hector trailed around and Miss Helga slipping off her blouse and revealing her porcelain white breasts, evident even in the low light, as Hector tongued her down towards as she lifted her skirt. The reflected light was not strong but it showed enough to be seen of the bushy groin of Miss Helga.

The face she made was unlike anything that she had known her for.

Miss Helga, leader of the church choir.

Miss Helga, the demure saint of their small community.

Perfect Miss Helga.

Was all shattered as Hector the Groundskeepers tongued her vagina and deep in her womanly folds. Making all sorts of indecent sounds out of her mouth.

“Ohh Gawd! Oh GAWWD!” Miss Helga moaned her heart out.

And then it was Miss Helga’s turn as she went on her knees and unbuttoned the şirinevler escort shorter man’s pants. Rebecca involuntarily shook her head.

No, no, no….she couldn’t mean – –

Oh but Miss Helga did! She herself released Hector’s manhood, unleashed it from his trousers.

And it was a vicious beast. Rebecca could only make out the silhouette of it. And Good Lord in Heaven, it might as well be the Serpent itself!

Easily as thick as her own wrist and half as long from elbow to wrist.

If there was something like the devil, it was that penis! That quiet Hector possessed such a veiny, girthy and bushy beast.

It was a disgusting little thing that Miss Helga eagerly put in her mouth.

How disgusting and yet from the Miss Helga looked, it might as well be the most delicious thing she had ever put in her lips!

Miss Helga’s head bobbed as she took the entire length of Hector’s Leviathan.

H-how could she fit the entire thing in her mouth?!

“Señora Helga!…..Si,si! Bueno!…Oh, Dios mio!” Hector’s suddenly tensed, with minor spasms as. It confused Rebecca.

Miss Helga released his penis with a breath of fresh air, the look in her eyes was so different she might as well be another person.

Who was Miss Helga really? Rebecca wondered to herself.

And Miss Helga turned so that her back was towards Hector, and unknowingly faced Rebecca’s direction. And bent over, spreading her legs.

Rebecca’s eyes grew even wider if it were possible, as Hector mounted Miss Helga from behind and in one deep pelvic thrust, buried his engorged serpent deep within Miss Helga.

“FUCK!” swore Miss Helga.

The sounds that came out of her mouth made it the more indecent, as Rebecca tried to cover her ears as the same lips that praised her, swore such profanities.

“Fuck! Fuck yeah! Ah!Ah YES!”

Hector stabbed her with his penis. It was such a thing she was worried that it might kill her, but the sounds of she made……God the sounds that came out of her.

Made Rebecca feel…. something.

She became more and more hot, the air stifling her.

Sweat drenched her and something stirred deep within her stomach just below her abdomen.

She swallowed, gulped. And as Rebecca’s eyes were transfixed as her saint, Miss Helga, begging to be fucked senseless by Hector the Groundskeeper. The walls were closing in.

She–She couldn’t take it anymore.

Rebecca got up from her hiding spot. The voice of Miss Helga began rising, the tempo of bodies smacking increasing.

Her rising moans coming close to climax chased Rebecca out into the night as she ran.

“OH MY GAWD! OH JESUS!”

Rebecca ran.

And she ran some more.

Till eventually, she grew tired and walked the rest of the way.

Surprisingly, in a small way, she made it back in time. Her parent’s didn’t question her why she was just a few minutes late.

Nor did they notice her more subdued manner during dinner. As if she had something in her mind

As Rebecca laid in her bed, waiting for sleep to come, she couldn’t get the image of Miss Helga’s lewd ecstatic expression: Tongue out, drooling from the intense pleasure she derived from being rammed by Hector the Groundskeeper’s monster manhood.

She laid in her bed, eyes wide open till three in the morning.