"You really haven't, seen it," Helen said sweetly, "But that's for another time, isn't it? Corner on, where's that duct?"
Bob showed her where the duct was and helped her take the screws holding the cover off with a dime. As soon as it was off, she crawled inside. The shaft was quite, large, big enough for her to crawl through on her, hands and knees. Helen crawled slowly down the shaft as it followed the wall, then took a right turn when the shaft separated in two directions.
It took a couple of minutes, but soon Helen was staring through the metal screen down at Sam. Her heart pounding in her chest at what she saw. There was her beloved husband, naked from the waist down, pushing his cock in and out of Diane's slack mouth. When Sam stopped to give her a little more gas so she wouldn't wake up, Helen knew the truth of the situation.
Sam ran his fingers through Diane's short, dark hair and worked his cock back and forth between her lips. His balls were tingling, a sign that his come would soon be spurting powerfully out the end of his prick. He fondled her massive tits, rolling her nipples between his thumb and first finger.
"Damn! I'd love to fuck you!" he hissed, watching the way his cock puffed out her cheek. He rubbed the tip of his cock over Diane's lips, in his mind pretending that she was conscious. Stroking his hard prick, Sam worked a small drop of come from the tip and smeared the jism over Diane's lips.
"I can't believe it," Helen whispered, watching her husband's perverse actions. Helen hiked her dress up higher and reached between her legs, pressing her palm against her heated cunt. The moisture from her pussy juices had seeped through her pantyhose.
She wormed her hand inside the elastic band of her hose, under her panties, and scratched the curly blonde hair of her cunt. While watching Sam slide his cock into Diane's relaxed mouth, Helen's middle finger slowly moved closer and closer to her hot, excited cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned at the first touch of her cunt. She bit down on her bottom lip.
Sam grabbed his prick by the base and pulled his cock from between Diane's lips. He pushed his drooling prickhead over her cheeks, then slapped her lightly across the face with his cock. Wet as his prick was with Diane's spit, his fleshy cockpole slapped loudly against her cheek. Sam, envisioning that she was actually begging to suck his cock and that he was teasing her, slapped her cheek several times.
"Yes, bitch! Beg to suck my cock! That's right, let me hear how much you want it!" he hissed, rapping his prick against Diane's face. Then, tired of the game, he plowed his cock back between her lips, grimacing when her teeth accidentally scraped over his tender prickshaft. He pulled his cock from her mouth again, gritting his teeth in fake rage.
"So you want to play games, do you? Here, I'll show you a great fucking game! Goddamn right I will!"
Sam carefully got into the chair, resting his knees on the padded armrests so he was hovering over Diane. He grabbed her tits and pushed them together, then hunched his hips forward, driving his rigid, slick cock between her firm tits. Sam plowed his prick between her tits over and over again.
For Helen, the scene was one of great confusion and pleasure. Her voyeuristic tendency was being satisfied to the maximum. She fingered her juicy pussy slowly, rubbing her fingertip light over her distended, swollen clit.
Easing her finger from her snatch, Helen brought her hand up to her face. She had smelt the aroma of her own cunt before, but it was different now. As she watched her husband titty-fuck Diane, Helen's tongue snaked out of her mouth and flicked over her finger. The salty fuck juice tantalized her senses and she licked her finger clean, enjoying the taste of her own heated cunt.
Sam's balls rubbed back and forth over Diane's stomach as he fucked her tits with his cock. The jism had been welling up in his balls and the memory of the erotic movie he had seen kept popping into his mind.
"Big-titted cocksucker!" he hissed, watching his red, straining cockhead peck through the juncture of Diane's tits. "I'm going to come on your face! Yeahhhhh! Just like they do in the movies!"
"I can't believe it," Helen whispered, shoving her hand back inside her pantyhose. She fingered herself faster, now desperately needing to come. Her pantyhose stretched, then tore with a long run going from her crotch to the knee. The sheer-white nylon split, showing a tanned portion of her thigh. Helen cursed under her breath but kept on finger-fucking faster and harder than before.
"You want my cum, don't you? Yeah, tell me you want my come, Diane! Tell me or I'll come on your face! Shoot my jism all over your face!" Sam fucked, his cock between her tits faster, his balls itching like mad. "Tell me you want to swallow my come or I'll shoot it all over yours."
Sam leaned forward in the chair, his knees nearly sliding off the armrests, and he braced him self with one hand. He jerked on his turgid prickmeat, aiming his aroused cockhead at Diane's face. He stroked his prick quicker, running his fist from cockhead to prick base as his hot balls flopped between his legs.
And then the jism began to fly, squirting through the air, falling straight down on Diane's ivory skin. His rich come splattered against her neck and over her lips, making opaque lines that crisscrossed from one cheek to the other. One blast of the sappy liquid smacked against the side of Diane's nose and welled up in her closed eye. Sam grunted and groaned, watching as his spewing cock leaped in his hand and showered his neighbor with come. He stroked his throbbing prickmeat and more come burst forth, dropping into Diane's partially open, mouth.
When Sam's balls had deposited his full load on Diane, he crawled off the chair, then sat bare-assed on the floor and caught his breath.
Helen's gaze was glued to Diane's face. Sam had really marked her up and the sight of all that jism sticking to her neighbor's face was enough to push Helen over the edge of sexual oblivion. Her finger stabbed deep into her cunt as thin girl-come trickled down the insides of her thighs, only to be sopped up in her nylons. Helen once again bit down on her lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy.
Helen didn't move until she saw her husband stand up, put on his pants, then wipe his come off Diane's face with a handful of paper towels. When Sam started working on Diane's teeth, Helen slowly, silently crawled backward through the shaft until she got to the lawyers's office.
Bob made many lewd comments about what she looked like and asked why she now had a run in her white hose. Helen promised him that she would repay his kindness many times over, but he would have to wait for that.
"You're going to love my friend," Bob said, pulling down his zipper and taking out his cock. "He's a real pussy pleaser."
Bob stepped closer to Helen, hooking his hand behind her head. "Why dpn't you taste it just a little. Sort of give you a preview of things to… cum." Helen looked at his prick. The sight of his cock didn't in the least bother her. In fact, the thought of sucking his cock rather appealed to her.
She kneeled down and flicked out her tongue.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was Wednesday night before the three couples all got together again after the evening at the porno theater. Sam, who couldn't let the memory of jerking off on Diane's face nor the beauty of Susan fucking George slip from his thoughts for even a moment, invited George and lay to bring their wives over for a pool party. It would be a casual affair, he explained. Just bring swimsuits and maybe a bottle of something to drink.
They had been sitting by the pool for about an hour when the effects of three whisky and waters began to show on Diane. Her monumental tits were tightly squeezed into a bikini top that surely must have been two sizes too small. And her ass, so tight and delectable, was hardly hidden by the C-string bottom half of her bikini. Susan and Helen had sexy bathing suits, but they weren't nearly as revealing as Diane's.