Sue hadn't stood on ceremony it seemed as Helen walked into the master bedroom. Petersen was still clothed albeit without shoes and socks, with his back to the door, furiously ramming a demanding Susan stood bent over the end of the bed. Her only concession had been to pull her jogging bottoms down and her panties to one side.
"Fuck!"
"He's!"
"Good!"
She gasped between his hard and full thrusts. Helen smiled and started slowly stripping, not that it would take long to get out of jogging bottoms, t-shirt and underwear. She wasn't sure how much time she had overall but it would be ten minutes from the phone ringing. She figured they had about an hour to play before George walked in on them. She was pretty sure on the image she wanted to present, now she just had to hope this guy was a pro and could keep it up long enough. From the passive, almost bored look on his face as he pounded Susan, she surmised he was up to the challenge.
The calculating look had not left the face of the wife Kris noted as he worked. He wondered what she had in mind in the way of payback for her asshole husband. Probably just wants to say she fucked the same guy he did; he figured. Just get them off, get paid, get out. That was the plan, the quicker he got them there, the quicker he could be out of this fucked up revenge scenario. He increased his pace and force, grabbing the hips of the friend and pulling her back in time with his thrusts. Deeper, harder, faster, usually does the trick.
Sue was having a great time, he had girth, technique and strength! Good strong hands pulling her back onto him as he sped up. She was already wet from the video, the imagery combined with the thought of George walking in and the look on his face...She was well on her way to a first orgasm. She had an idea of what Helen was planning for George, important not to make this guy come too soon.
"Slow. Down." She panted at him and felt his previous rhythm return.
"Yes." Helen said walking to stand behind him. "Slower. Harder. Deeper." She instructed as she slid her hands around his waist unfastening his pants as he thrust. She drew down his pants and boxers in one fluid crouch, leaving her looking up at a flexing athletic ass, the cheeks clenching tight as the thick sheaved shaft slowly disappeared and reappeared in the dark shadow of Sue's panties, his balls swinging slightly with the back and forth motion. She half stood and reached between his legs with her right hand, letting his scrotum run down her palm and back to her finger tips. He made no reaction to the sensation so she upped the ante, running just her middle finger back past his balls, parting them, back further, slowly down his perineum, he murmured then gasped as she plunged it between his cheeks, up to the first knuckle into his tight hole. She smiled, "Thought you'd like that." In response, Kris gave an extra hard shove causing Susan to grunt then quickly pushed back forcing Helen's finger deeper inside him. Helen's smile grew wider, this fucker was dirty!
She let her finger explore him for a few seconds as he thrusted, his rhythm constant, his breathing regular. He looked like he could comfortably do this all day! She pulled her finger out slowly and retraced its path. Crouching again slightly to extend her reach, back past his balls, lightly up his length until her fingertip found the edge of the panties. She rode in with him and let her finger slip easily onto Susan's clit drawing a moan.
"Nuh, Nuh, No." Susan mumbled, her face smothered in the bedclothes as Helen expertly and gently massaged her sensitive nub. She reached down with her right hand to smack the fingers pushing her over the edge. This time it was her turn to clamp her hand down over Helen's. This was too good to end just yet. The sensation stopped as the hand was reluctantly withdrawn. Her knees stopped shaking as some modicum of control returned. Then she felt the bed bounce as Helen clambered on, gentle hands lifted her head out of the bedclothes and she looked up to see Helen's neat little pussy slide under her face as her lover spread-eagled her legs around her. She glanced up to see Helen staring down at her lovingly, biting her lip in anticipation, it was a look only Susan knew. She grinned wickedly and plunged her mouth down to the wet metallic warmth of her lover. Applying the kisses they used on each other time and again to affirm their love, even while being ploughed by a nice hard cock.
Kris watched Helen's nipples react to her friends' mouth on her pussy. The effect was instant and he heard her moan softly in appreciation as she looked lovingly down at the head in her lap. It was a beautiful sight if somewhat strange that he was involved in this. They were very tender with each other, even though one of them was happily and greedily taking his length. He was startled out of his reverie as Helen's face snapped up and fixed him with a commanding frown.
"Don't come." She stated simply as she rocked gently in rhythm with his thrusts.
He smiled easily and reassuringly as he worked. "Don't worry, I won't. I'll only come if you want me to."
Helen's eyes widened at the arrogance of the statement. "Oh really? That disciplined are you?" When Kris shrugged and nodded in response, she snorted and shook her head in disbelief. She lay back supporting herself with her hands placed behind her, looking up at him, the calculating expression back in place. "OK Mr Professional. Fuck her faster! Like you mean it!"
"Please, call me Kris." He replied with a smile and another small shrug as he adjusted his grip on Susan's hips.
Susan gave a muffled squeal into Helen's quim as Kris suddenly burst into a new gear. Her knees began shaking again as the sensation sent her brain into meltdown. He was going like a piston and she could barely register the difference in sensation between in and out!
Helen was both impressed and very turned on at the power on display. He didn't even look like he was working any harder except for the rocking of the bed he was causing. Susan's tongue had stopped moving but the sensation of her mouth being softly but quickly pressed against her was wonderful as were the hot breathless whimpers as her lover started her climax.
Susan's knees gave out as she started to cum. Kris sensed it and simply held her up, his strong hands clamped around her hips, holding Helen's gaze as he rocketed back and forth. Helen's mouth had fallen open at the display, she was panting in time as Sue screamed into the bedclothes. Her hand snaked down between her legs, desperate to reach the same state Sue was enjoying.
