"Ohhhhh! Lick my cunt, George! Eat my pussy!" she hissed. Helen tossed her head from side to side.
George found Helen's clit and stabbed at it with his tongue as he fucked two fingers in and out of her cunt. Her legs were over his shoulders with her bare feet resting on his back. George, not as drunk as Helen but not entirely sober either, tongued her sappy cunt slowly, wondering if this was really happening to him.
Helen's breath came in coarse gulps. She was finally doing it, finally breaking free from the old, outworn, archaic ethics that had been drilled into her from childhood. She was becoming, she was sure, more of the type of woman that turned her husband Sam on.
Helen licked her dry lips. She looked down her body at George, curled up on the floor between her legs as he tongued feverishly at her pussy. She saw her nipples poking sharply through the thin bra and blouse she wore. Releasing George's head, she grabbed her nipples… and that was all she needed to do. The added sensation of twisting her nipples, even through her blouse and bra, along with George fingering her cunt and sucking on her clit pushed her over the edge of ecstasy. As cunt juice streamed from her pussy and was devoured by George's hungry tongue, Helen's mind went fuzzy.
Helen arched her back, lifting her ass off the couch to push her cunt harder against George's face. She gasped and moaned and screamed… and then she fell back on the couch, exhausted, satisfied, slowly coming back to the here and now.
"Did… did that really happen?" she asked as George kissed her naked, firm thigh. "Did you really eat my pussy?"
"You mean you couldn't tell?"
"That was incredible. That was absolutely the wildest climax I've ever had in my life. I didn't think it would ever end." George stood up and Helen's feet thumped to the floor. "Oh, George, what would happen if Sam ever found out?"
"I don't know," George replied softly. His cock was still hard, sticking out from the top of his open pants. "I guess you just learn to handle it. Susan was more than happy to suck those cop's cocks. She didn't do it because somebody had to do it, she did it because having two hard cocks to play with at one time is a fantasy of hers. Of course, it didn't turn out exactly as she had hoped, but it's still something you just learn to live with."
Helen thought for a moment, then abandoned the effort. Her mind was wrapped too tightly in an alcohol embrace, and right then and there she just wanted to enjoy herself without worrying about anything.
She rose from the couch, naked from the waist down, and made herself another drink.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Sam saw Diane come in with Jay, his first thought was that he wished his friend had left her home. Women like her had been the cause of his current fight with Helen. All he wanted was the company of a drinking buddy. Jay and Diane sat on stools on either side of Sam and he gave them both indifferent nods of recognition.
"My God, what a tacky bar," Diane said distainfully. "Couldn't you have picked a bar with little more class to get juiced in?"
"As a matter of fact, I rather like this place," Sam said, looking at the dingy surroundings and the customers. "Nobody judges you here. Everybody's the… same. There's nothing pretentious about these people."
Jay ordered drinks for the three of them, then studied Sam. He didn't like what he saw – a shattered man who, he suspected, was an unintentional victim of Jay's master plan to fuck his neighbors.
"You mean they say shit and fuck and do both?" Jay asked.
"Precisely." Sam swiveled on the stool and looked at the customers. In one booth a man and woman, both more than a little drunk, were kissing passionately. He was fondling her tit through her blouse as though they were in private, and nobody seemed to notice them. "You can do whatever you want here and nobody gives a damn!"
They took a vacant booth in a dark corner of the bar. Sam sat on one side of the table, Jay and Diane on the other. Then Sam wasn't so disappointed that Diane was there. She was wearing a mid-calf skirt that hid much of her beautiful legs, but her V-neck sweater, so tight-fitting that it hugged every contour of her tits, was cut low enough for Sam to see her tits almost to the nipple. He forced his eyes off her tits, not wanting to anger his friends.
Jay, as always the quickest one to pick upon things, saw what Sam had on his mind. Reset his drink on the table, then tugged his zipper down and brought out his limp, long prick.
"Jay, what on earth are you doing?" Diane gasped, looking at his cock, then checking to see if anyone was watching them. "Someone will see you!"
"But you like being watched, don't you, my dear?" Jay took her hand and wrapped her trembling fingers around his prick. "There's something about this seedy place that makes my blood hot," he said, giving Sam a quick wink. "Does it do the same for you?"
"A little," Sam answered, picking up on the subtle hint. "But I'm not as lucky as you are."
"Meaning you don't have a wife like I have, is that it?"
"Exactly."
"Hey, we're friends, right? And friends should share, right?"
Sam looked at Diane. He wanted to agree with Jay, but how would Diane take it? He certainly didn't want to force himself on Diane, but he did need to sink his prick in someone, and he had always lusted for the young and sensual Diane. Sam watched as Jay put his arm over Diane's shoulders and began rubbing her tit. With his other hand, though Sam couldn't see because it was under the table, Jay was feeling between Diane's legs. And the look on Diane's face – eyes closed, lips forming a smile – indicated to Sam that she was getting hot from the caresses.
"Don't worry, Sam," Jay said, a fox's grin on his face. "Diane doesn't do anything she doesn't want to do, and I don't ask her to do anything bad, either. So what's wrong with enjoying ourselves?"
"Do you really want me to…" Diane left the most important part unspoken as she looked searchingly into Jay's eyes.
"Of course, my dear. If you enjoy yourself with Sam, that could only make me happy. Besides, you're only nineteen – you should fuck a man more your own age once in a while. It'll give you some respect for my old age!"
Diane reached under the table and slipped off her high-heeled shoe, then gently put her foot out, searching. She touched Sam's knee, then slowly worked her foot between his legs until she felt his throbbing cock with her toes. A tiny giggle escaped her lips when she felt Sam's cock throb and the giggle caused her massive tits to wiggle.
"Sam, I never knew you had such a big prick," Diane said, massaging his cock into full hardness with her foot. "Of course, it's not as big as Jay's cock, but nobody has one that size, do they?"
Diane looked down at Jay's cock in her hand. Then, without giving any warning, she bent sideways and wrapped her glossy lips around Jay's prickhead, lashing out quickly with her hot tongue. Jay groaned as the warm mouth captured his knob and the tongue worked in circles. Diane sucked his prick for thirty seconds before she became afraid that someone might see her. She quickly sat upright in the booth, her face flushed with passion.
"Damn! I needed that!" Diane said, her gaze jumping from Jay's face to Sam's, then back again. She smoothed her spit over Jay's cockhead and cockshaft, stroking the rigid girth of his mighty prick. "Do you really want me to make it with Sam, Jay?"
"Whatever you want."
"Would you like to fuck me, Sam?"
"You know damn well I do!"
"DO I really turn you on? Tell me I do!"
"I want to watch you suck my cock," Sam said slowly. Diane was playing the role of a spoiled rich girl and that role was altogether pleasing to Sam. Sure, she was begging for compliments, and Sam would give them to her – right up to the time when he had his cock stuffed in her mouth.