Chapter 10
I wondered how George would react to Tina's impulsive action and waited anxiously to see what he would say.
Slowly her hand released his scrotum and he withdrew his limp prick from Helen's wet and bloody twat. He turned his head at smiled at Tina. "Thanks," he said, "that was just what I needed."
I laughed in genuine relief. "I hope you are going to dry my butt, you sod, I had a bath this morning" he said kidding to be mad with me. "How did I make out? I'm always willing to take advice from you experts."
Helen was fast asleep, and this conversation was fortunately spared her. I was still gazing at the red-haired fanny that seemed to hold a strange fascination for me.
"Look at my randy husband," Tina mocked. "Can't take his eyes of other women's cunts. He really couldn't blame me if I was unfaithful to him ... I don't think he'd mind so terribly, would you Dick, dear?"
"She's quite a woman, George, I think that tool of yours has taken her imagine ... but I forget you're too young to have it twice!" I said to bait him.
"Hell, if she wasn't your wife Dick, I'd make you eat those words," he retorted.
"Well, let's pretend I'm not, and see if you're man or mouse," Tina quipped. "Look at this poor thing, all limp and lifeless. I can't bear to see it hanging down, looking so dejected." She took hold of it and sat on the edge of the bed. George was still kneeling, between Helen's legs. He looked towards me.
"It's O.K. by me George," I assured him. "Tina and I are very broadminded; and if you think you can satisfy her, let's see do it."
Before he could answer, he felt Tina slip his prick into her warm mouth and begin to coax it back to life.
"Go on George feel her hairy cunt, you'll find it wet and itching to be fingered," I murmured, giving him a hint to get cracking.
Tina stretched one leg along the bed, leaving the other dangling on the floor, to open her crutch for him to feel her fanny. Her mouth had aroused George's passions and he pushed probing fingers into the wet slit. My wife was now sucking the stiffening organ and her tongue playing over the pear-shaped knob. George liked the feel of being gammed and began thrusting his tool in and out of the sucking lips. He was finger-fucking my randy wife and I saw he had got a third finger inside her cunt.
Suddenly Tina withdrew her head and said softly, "You're nearly there George, which would prefer, to have me suck you off and spurt it into my mouth, or to come on top of me and shoot it up my cunt."
"I ... I'd ... like to fuck you ... if I may," he cried all hot up with passion. Tina lay back alongside the prostrate Helen and pulled him on top of her. Her hands fumbled to get the erection between her cunt lips, and then she raised her legs and wound her knees round George's waist. Her ankles locked over his butt and her heels forced his buttocks downwards, driving his prick deep into her eager cunt.
I stood at the foot of the bed, my tool jutting out from my forest of hairs at an angle of forty-five degrees, watching my partner enthusiastically fucking my wife. Then I gazed at Helen.
"Right," said, "what's good for the goose is good for the gander."
I reached out and extinguished the lamp. In the darkness I climbed on top of the sleeping girl, and coaxed my cock into the bleeding minge. It was lovely and tight, and I slipped easily up her till I touched the very top of the vagina. In my mind I was picturing the red pubic hairs, now pressed against my belly, and I felt for the voluptuous breasts. She stirred slightly and sighed. Her hands moved slowly round my waist, and then worked up my back to rest on my shoulders.
"Georere, darling, Geortte ... " She whispered, drawing my lips down to hers. "You're inside me, dearest, I can feel you," she gasped. "It made me want you again, sweet, take me quickly dear, before I fall asleep." She began moving her buttocks, impatiently urging me on to fuck her. I could feel George belting into my wife and hear the frenzied panting and sharp intakes of breath, as they fought back their impulses to spend and tried to prolong the rapturous delight as long as possible.
I breathed as heavily as I could myself, and tried to drown the sounds. I was enthusiastically poking the nurse, sucking at her breasts alternately and then kissing her parted lips.
I worked my right hand down between our bellies to find the small sensitive swelling in her groove. I rubbed it furiously with the ball of my forefinger, as I plunged my prick in and out of that lovely cunt. She came before me, and I felt her orgasm take place.
The whole fanny seemed to tighten round my cock and be trying to suck my sperm from me ... I was sweating all over with my exertions and lusting for satisfaction.
Her throbbing cunt sucked me dry like an extraction fan; I'd never felt a woman grip me so intensely. It was as if a straw had been thrust down the central hole and was being used to drain my testicles. The effect was terrific. I couldn't move while those muscles continued to grip my tool and my spunk, instead of spurting out, was slowly seeping out up the constricted channel, filling the inner recesses of Helen's vagina. My prick smarted and hurt, just as it did the first time I tossed myself off as a boy. But it was an indescribable thrill I shall never forget.
All I could do was lay there on top of her, till my cock had shrunk and her muscles relaxed. She fell asleep in my arms or I'm not sure they ever would.
When I was free and switched on the light, I saw we were alone. The others had crept out without me even hearing them.
I found Tina in the bathroom syringing herself, and heard George running water into the basin in his bedroom, doubtless to wash off the blood that might still be staining his prick.
The next day while I was on duty, George and Helen relaxed. There was no reaction on her part, as I sensed that she was relieved to have got the unpleasant breaking of her virginity over. From now on the fear and pain were behind her and she could settle down to a happy sex life. When I returned for lunch, she acted quite normally, and I was convinced she had no suspicion of my having screwed her.
Lots of weekends she spent with George at the surgery, but we thought it best not to invite them up to Beldon Hall. We might be tempted to suggest swapping partners; and, whilst George and my wife would have no objections, I was not too sure Helen would fall in with idea.
However, one good thing came out of it all. When Susan duly took up her duties as my secretary cum receptionist, it made things easier for Tina. Whenever Susan stayed the night and slept with me, George would come over and make my wife happy.