Everyone thought the whole incident was pretty funny, except Helen. She thought it was embarrassing and disgraceful.
"Come on, lover, we can't stop now," Susan said, hiking up her dress. She straddled George's hard cock, her knees sinking into the seat as she faced the back of the car. "I need your fucking so bad!"
Susan grabbed George's cock and guided his prick to her puffy cuntlips. She worked his cockhead back and forth over her pussy until his prick was wet with her slick cunt juices. As his hard cockshaft pushed between her cuntlips, Susan moaned softly, feeling his prickmeat filling her so completely.
"Yeahhhhhhhhh!" she gasped, kissing her husband on the lips. Then, to the others, she said, "I'm sorry, dear people, but I'm so Goddamn horny I just can't stand it anymore. You've got to forgive me!"
Helen spun around in the seat to watch the hot fucking. She was getting just as turned on by watching Susan fuck as she would if she were getting fucked herself.
George grabbed the thin straps over Susan's shoulders and pulled them aside, causing the top of the dress to slither down her arms. Susan pulled her arms free, barring her firm tits. They jiggled and swayed as she fucked on George's cock and he brought one of her delicious tits to his lips and bit softly on her nipple.
"Yesssss! Bite my nipples, George! Ohhhh! You beautiful fucker you!" she chanted, pushing her tits at him. Susan's cunt was sizzling hot. Every time she dropped down on his thick tube of prickmeat, her cunt sent jarring bolts of passion through her body. She bounced on George's cock over and over again, her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled to keep from climaxing before George.
"You're so hot! Your pussy is so fucking tight! I'm coming!" George jerked his hips up at Susan, meeting her as she dropped down on him.
Susan ground her cunt into George, feeling the rough edge of his zipper scrape against her pussylips. She wished briefly that his pants were down to his ankles, but it was too late to worry about that. Her red cunt was just about ready to burst and nothing – nothing at all – was going to stop her from coming.
"Arrrggghhhhhh!" George groaned as his balls jerked in his underwear. They throbbed and then exploded. His hot come raced the length of his prick and pumped into her wet pussy. Jet after jet of jism shot from the plundering cock's knob straight into the cunt.
Susan, feeling her pussy being showered with George's fuck juice, bounced faster. As some continued to spurt up her cunt, Susan's climax started. Her pussy juice, clear and thin as opposed to George's thick, white cream, trickled down his jerking cockshaft. She tossed her head from side to side, gritting her teeth to keep from shouting. Her whole body convulsed powerfully several times and her pussy tightened even more around George's cock.
When George's balls had emptied themselves and Susan was finally through with her climax, she slumped down on her husband, breathing heavily. His cock was still in her cunt, but she could feel his prick getting steadily smaller and smaller. Finally his cock slipped from her pussy Susan didn't mind because she could still feel his warm jism in her cunt, and that was all she really needed. She looked at Diane, sitting right next to her. Diane's expression was a strange mixture of lust, confusion and envy.
"I suppose you think I'm a real animal. Just a common whore," Susan said, getting off George and sitting properly in the seat. She smoothed her dress over her legs, then slipped her arms back in the straps and covered up her tits. "I really wouldn't have done this if it wasn't for you, Jay. You're the one who suggested we go to the movie. Maybe I can't control myself as well as the rest of you can."
Jay chuckled and lit a cigarette. "Don't put yourself in exclusive company," he said. "When Diane and I went to have a cigarette, she ended up sucking me off in the men's bathroom. There were a bunch of guys watching us and they all jerked off…"
"Don't tell them!" Diane interrupted, hitting Jay on the arm as she sucked me. "One guy even jerked off on Diane."
"You let him do that?" Helen said in amazement.
"Well I didn't want him to come on me, if that's what you're asking." Diane's face was crimson red with embarrassment. "Neither of us had our eyes open and that son of a bitch just stepped up and blew his wad on my face and tits. It wasn't like I wanted him to do it."
"You really sucked Jay off with all those men watching you? Didn't that bother you?" Susan asked.
"No, not really," Diane said, relaxing now and not feeling quite so uncomfortable about the incident. "It was kind of sexy, in fact. I felt like a porno actress with those horny bastards all jerking off."
Sam pulled the car into his driveway and shut the engine off. "Come on, people, let's have a nightcap."
"Yeah, I can use a drink," Diane said with a chuckle. "Jay's come is salty as hell!"
They were all laughing as they entered Helen's house. Helen, though, was still on pins and needles. She was horny for Sam's big cock and wanted to be alone with him. She sat down Indian-fashion on the thickly carpeted floor as Sam made martinis for everyone.
Susan sat in a plush chair and crossed her legs at the knee, letting her slitted dress slide down her thighs. Sam and Jay looked at the glorious expanse of nicely tanned leg, bringing a smile from her. Already she was thinking of how she could convince George to let her fuck one of them while she got it on with him.
"By the way," Susan said, taking a martini from Sam and letting her fingers graze briefly over the back of his hand. "What happened to my panties you so graciously took off me?"
"I've got them in my pocket." Sam handed out the rest of the drinks, then produced her panties from a front pocket. He tossed them across the room to Susan.
"Okay everybody, turn your backs now," she said, standing up. "I've got to put my panties on."
"What difference does it make now?" George asked. "They've seen everything you've got anyway!"
Susan chuckled and slipped her foot through one hole in the panties. When she bent over, her big tits swayed and the men could see how truly large and well shaped they were. She intentionally fumbled around, getting her high-heeled shoe through the leg hole in the panties, so that the men could have a good, long look. She was teasing them and everyone knew it. Finally, after flirting with the men for as long as she dared, Susan pulled the panties up her legs. She made a point of exposing her pussy for longer than she really had to when she slipped the silk garment over the cheeks of her ass.
"You're absolutely obscene," Helen said. Helen took a big slug of the martini, hoping the gin would calm her jagged nerves.
"Of course I'm obscene! But have you ever stopped to think what obscenity gets you? Think of it, Diane and I have got husbands who are completely satisfied, and we're not doing so bad ourselves. Poor Sam over there has still got a hard-on in his pants and your cunt hasn't gotten even a little finger-fucking, now has it?" Susan lit a cigarette and leaned back in the chair, showing off her golden thighs. She knew her words cut deeply into Helen, but that's what she wanted them to do.
"I'm just waiting for you to leave, honey," Helen replied icily. "Then Sam and I can fuck to our hearts' content without an audience."
There was some conversation between the six people after that, but the air was heavy with anger and resentment and everyone realized that. After two drinks, the two couples left for their own homes.
That night, as soon as they got in the bedroom, Helen attacked Sam, sucking his prick until she drank his come once, then sucking him hard again and getting fucked until his jism spurted in her pussy. And though the fucking was great, as it always was with Sam, Helen silently cursed herself for not having the courage of Diane and Susan.