By Monday, Helen and Susan were once again on speaking terms. Susan apologized for being so bold as to fuck in front of everyone and said she was sorry for grabbing Sam's cock in the theater and for letting the men look at her pussy, when she put her panties on. It was the movie, Susan explained, that made her act that way. All that fucking and sucking on the screen went to her head.
At the dental office, Helen checked the appointment list for her husband. She didn't particularly like being his receptionist, but Sam's career was just getting off the ground and he couldn't afford to hire someone else.
Helen smoothed out her white nurse's uniform and ran her finger down the list. Sam had a free hour at 2:30 that afternoon. Helen decided that that would be a good time to suck his prick. Sam had seemed sort of distant after the wild weekend and Helen was doing everything in her power to make him pay more attention to her.
She waited impatiently for 2:30 to roll around. Then, just as she was about to go into the room where Sam fixed teeth, Jay and Diane stepped into the outer office.
"I need to see Sam right away," Diane said, pressing her palm against her cheek. "I've got a toothache that just won't quit."
"No problem. He can see you right away," Helen said. She was a little disappointed at not being able to suck her husband's cock but was more concerned by Diane's obvious discomfort.
Helen escorted Diane into the inner room.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Sam asked, feeling a familiar twitching in his balls as his eyes lingered on the nineteen-year-old neighbor's incredibly huge tits. Diane wore a blouse that buttoned up the front and a heavenly portion of creamy tit-flesh was showing.
"My mouth feels like somebody's in there with a jackhammer!" Diane complained.
Sam checked the tooth Diane complained about and found a filling had come loose. It wouldn't be any trouble to fix it.
"Why don't you see what Jay is doing?" Sam suggested to Helen. "This should take about an hour." He stopped and thought for a moment. The work would take a half hour at most, but he had more than dentistry on his mind. "Hour. Maybe a little bit more than that, but not much more."
"Sure thing. Diane, you're in good hands," Helen said, then left the room.
Once they were alone, Sam pulled out a needle, making sure Diane saw it. He knew she was deathly frightened of pain of any sort and he wanted to scare the hell out of her.
"You're not going to use that on me, are you?"
"I have to deaden the area near the tooth if I'm going to work on you," Sam said.
"Isn't there something else you could do?"
"Sure, I can give you gas, if that's what you want."
"Does it hurt?"
"Not a bit. Not one single bit," Sam assured her. He fitted the gas mask over Diane's nose and mouth and she inhaled deeply. Several seconds later her eyelids fluttered, then shut. She was out cold.
Sam checked to make sure that Diane was okay, then went to the outer office where Jay and Helen were talking. "Listen, why don't you close up shop and go for a drink or something? Don't worry, Jay, there's nothing drastically wrong with her. Just a loose filling. I haven't got any more appointments today, have I, Helen?"
"No!"
"Good. I'll take my time with Diane then. You and Jay can come back in an hour."
Helen, glad to leave the office, agreed with Sam. They left, Sam locked the door, then he dashed back to Diane. She slept soundly under the effects of the gas.
"You big-titted young bitch," Sam cursed, pushing his pants down to his knees. "I've wanted to grab these bastards ever since I met you."
Sam put his hand on Diane's tit and squeezed. He was amazed that tits as large as hers were so firm. Helen's tits, while being nicely shaped, simply weren't as large as the teenager's. Sam's hand slid from one tit to the other, then he reached between her legs and felt her cunt through her pants.
"Sweet young thing," Sam whispered, his lips close to Diane's ear even though he knew she couldn't hear him. "I'm going to have a good time with your body and you're not going to remember a thing."
Sam kicked off his shoes, then took his pants and underwear completely off. His hands, he noticed, were shaking as he unbuttoned Diane's blouse. Shaking just like they were when he had pulled Susan's panties off in the theater.
As if opening a Christmas present, Sam slowly pulled open Diane's blouse. She wore a sheer nylon bra and he could see the dark circle of her areolas and the pointed nipple at the center. He was glad to notice the clasp of the bra was between Diane's boobs instead of at her back. That made everything much easier. Undoing the hook, Sam peeled the cups away from her twin tits.
"Fucking beautiful," Sam hissed, burying his face between her tits. He sucked on one nipple and grabbed his swelling prick. His cock grew quickly in his fist as his hungry lips sucked on Diane's nipples. He stroked his throbbing prickshaft from its base to its conical cockhead as his balls swung freely back and forth between his legs.
Sam thought of pulling Diane's pants, down to feel her pussy, maybe even shove his cock in her, but he decided that pulling her pants up would be too difficult with an unconscious woman. He contented himself with her tits and mouth. They would do just fine, he reasoned.
"You're so fucking young," he hissed, kissing her smooth neck. Sam whacked faster on his cockmeat, his hot tongue flicking over Diane's nipples. He kissed and sucked and licked her flesh while pounding on his cock.
Helen and Jay had just sat down in the restaurant when an idea struck her. Helen, after ordering a martini, suddenly realized that if all that was wrong with Diane was a loose filling, Sam wouldn't need a whole hour to work on her. She wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do, but Helen decided that she had to investigate the situation.
"Oh, damn it!" she cursed softly. "I'll be right back. I forgot something at the office."
"I'll wait," Jay answered, sipping his drink. "Nothing to do but wait for Diane."
Helen hurried back to the office. When she found the outer door locked, she suspected something was up right away. She had a key for the lock, but Helen didn't want Sam and Diane to know that she was checking up on them. Her mind raced as she tried to think of some way to spy on her husband. And then an idea came to her – the air conditioning duct!
Helen ran to the office adjoining Sam's and she went inside. The office belonged to a young lawyer who, like Sam, had just set up business. He was in his late twenties and had longish blonde hair, bright-green eyes and a thin mouth that looked like it had been slashed into his face.
"Hello," she said, trying to sound casual and failing. "I know this sounds a little strange, but I need to know where your air conditioning duct is."
"What the hell for?"
"Your name's Bob, isn't it?" Helen decided being mildly seductive would get her farther than trying to look like a woman in distress.
"Yeah. Bob Marks." He stood up and walked round his desk, smiling suggestively at Helen. "Now why does a pretty woman like you want to know where my air conditioning duct is?"
"Listen," Helen said softly, touching Bob's chest with her fingertips and looking sincerely into his eyes. "I'll explain everything to you over drinks some time, okay? But right now I just need to know where it is without you asking any questions. Deal?"
"Yeah… Sure… I can dig that," Bob said, feeling a silken strand of Helen's hair between his fingers. "I'm in no hurry. I've been watching you since I started here. You know, you've got the foxiest ass I've ever seen."
"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.