"Go ahead, that's all the further I'm going to help you," Helen said. When George still didn't do anything, Helen unfastened his pants and opened them up. She pulled his underwear down, stretching, the elastic band below George's balls. His big cock sprang out.
"Oh!" Helen gasped, seeing how hard George's cock was. "You have gone a long time without getting fucked, haven't you?"
George nodded his head. He tried to swallow, but his mouth felt like it was stuffed with cotton. He took Helen's tiny hand in his and placed it around the shaft of his prick. Her crystal-blue eyes, sparkling with lust and booze, locked onto his. In a second they both knew precisely what would happen.
Helen worked her hand up and down on his rigid cock, smearing a drop of come from his pricktip over his cockhead. Her fingers toyed with every inch of George's prickmeat, and she flopped his balls in her palm, seeing what kind of load of spunk they had stored up.
George put his arm around Helen's slender shoulders and pulled her closer. She curled in against his chest, her beating hand never slowing down. He tilted Helen's face up and their lips met, touching softly. George kissed her again and again, then his lips moved over her face, softly caressing her eyes and ears. As he kissed, his hand fondled Helen's tit, rubbing her nipple into a state of hardness through her thin blouse.
"Ohhhhhhh! George, that feels so good when you touch me there. Rub my nipples, George!" Helen's body was a mass of jagged nerves and mixed emotions.
Helen looked at the prick in her hand. The heat of his cock seemed to sear her palm as she stroked his prick. His cock had become slightly reddish colored from her beating, and his prickhead, conical shaped and very hard, seemed to look right back at her.
George inhaled deeply, fighting back the jism that welled up in his balls. He caught the fragrance of Helen's perfume, of her shampoo, of her pussy. The scent was intoxicating for him. His mouth opened and he tried to tell her to stop beating on his prick, but words escaped him.
As a grunt was forced out his throat, his balls exploded. Come shot straight up in the air, nearly a foot, then dropped down on Helen's undulating hand and over his prick. The jets blasted from his cock's tip with decreasing force. Finally, after his neglected balls had shot almost all they had, come just trickled out his prickhead covering Helen's hand with cream. She continued to jerk on his excited cockmeat, urging George's balls her everything.
"Yesssss! Give me it all, George! Give me all your come!" Helen gasped, pounding harder and faster oh his prick.
When finally his deluge of cream stopped, she brought her hand away from his cock and stared at it, a strange, self-satisfied smile twisting the corners of her lips.
"Susan doesn't know what a wad of come she missed," Helen said. "I thought you were never going to stop. Shit, I've got jism all over my hand!"
"In – thank you," George said weakly, lying sideways on the couch, his feet still on the floor and his prick getting smaller. "I really needed that. And I'm sorry if I made you do something you didn't want to do."
Helen got unsteadily to her feet. The booze was really getting to her now. "I never do anything I don't want to do. Besides, it wasn't exactly like we were being unfaithful or anything. I don't think jacking someone off qualifies as cheating. I mean, we didn't fuck each other and I didn't suck you off, did I?"
Sam ordered another drink and then called Jay from the phone booth in the corner of the dingy bar. He had been alone for an hour, steadily downing drink after, drink, and now he wanted to talk to the older and wiser Jay. After half a dozen rings, Jay answered the phone. He would have answered it sooner, he explained, but he was going down on Diane. He told Sam that even as he spoke she was whipping her lips over his prick, sucking his cock hard for the second time that day.
"That's just fine," he said sarcastically. "I'm glad as hell to hear your wife can keep up with an old bastard like you."
"What's wrong, Sam? That doesn't sound like you," Jay said. He patted the side of his wife's face and she looked at him, her lips ovaled around his giant cock.
"I'm half drunk and pissed off at Helen, that's what's wrong. And I also need some company. Do you think you could come over as soon as Diane finishes sucking you off?" Again the sarcastic tone crept into his voice.
"No problem, tell me what bar you're at and I'll be right there."
Sam gave Jay the name of the bar, then hung up. Maybe Jay's sage advice would make him feel better.
George had rearranged his pants and was sitting next to Helen on the couch when she started to laugh for no apparent reason.
"Come on, tell me what's so damn funny!"
"Everything is funny!" Helen stood up and finished her drink in two big gulps. Letting the glass slip from her hand and fall to the floor, Helen unsnapped her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Her wide, sensual mouth was twisted into a sardonic grin as she opened her jeans, showing George her dark, almost nonexistent panties.
George placed his hand over his crotch and rubbed. Beneath his pants his prick was awakening, getting ready to go at it again.
"Every good trick deserves something in kind, doesn't it?" Helen asked, her moist lips carefully forming each word. "I've done you a little favor, haven't I? Don't you think you can do the same for me?"
Helen pulled her jeans down slowly, past the swell of her full, sexy hips. Once her jeans were down to her thighs, Helen stopped, swaying drunkenly. George stood up quickly and grabbed her by the elbow, steadying her.
"You've really had a snoot full!"
"And my snoot ain't the only thing that's going to get filled up, is it?" Helen jerked her arm free from George's grasp and pulled her jeans down her legs. Then, throwing George her most challenging look, she walked to the couch and sat down, kicking her legs toward George. "Now… as a return favor for jacking on that adorable cock of yours until you shot your come all over my hand… I want you to take my panties off… and finger my pussy till I just can't stand it any more."
George's cock was throbbing almost painfully hard in his pants. He pulled his pants and underwear down, releasing his rigid prick from its prison, then knelt at her feet. Helen put her ankles together and raised her ass off the couch slightly and George pulled her panties off. She kicked them into the air and caught them as they drifted down.
"Okay, George, finger away!"
George looked up Helen's body. Her legs were spread as wide as she could possibly put them, causing her cuntlips to part slightly. He caught the aroma of her pussy and it was just as erotic to him as when he smelt her perfume and special shampoo. He watched his hand, as if it belonged to someone else, move slowly toward her cunt. Then his middle finger, as it had done so many times with Susan, found her pink pussy crease. Helen's cunt was wet, moist with her rich fuck oils, and George had no trouble shoving his finger deep in her pussy. With his other hand he stroked his prick softly, wanting to postpone his climax so he could shoot his wad the same time Helen did.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Yessss! George, fingerfuck my pussy! Oh, yeah! A little faster!" Helen, eyes closed, concentrated on the fabulous sensations coming from her cunt. "A little faster, George! That's rght! Over my clit. Yeah, rub my clit just like that!"
George's face, as he fucked his finger in and out of Helen's dewy pussy, was flushed with lust. He bent closer to her cunt, inhaling deeply. Sweet pussy, he thought. She's got to have a sweet-tasting pussy. He put his face closer to Helen's cunt and sniffed again. The aroma was intoxicating.
When Helen felt his hot tongue slice through her puffy cuntlips and slide right up to her clit, she jerked involuntarily. A stabbing bolt of pleasure went through her like an electrical shock up her spine. She reached down and hooked her hands behind George's head, forcing his hungry, gnawing lips harder against her feverish pussy.