Helen Wakes

Arman Varko sensed with triumph that Kent Walker had signed the contract, and sold his soul. With this success, there was no longer any need to keep Helen Walker trapped in her feverish trance. Casting down the small figurine of the woman, Arman finished his chanting invocation, as simultaneously he jerked his fist convulsively on his throbbing cock, and came, spurting his cum over the small figure of the woman which lay in front of him, within the demonic circle carved on the floor.

At that moment, back in the beach house, Richard Graves was gazing down at the face of Helen, her beautiful eyes closed, her mouth parted, her hot breath wafting over the tip of his cock, her wet pink tongue almost making contact with the shiny purple bulb of his glans…

Then her eyes flashed open, then widened with shock as they took in the sight of the hard cock in her face. Looking up with horror, then down at her own nudity, she reached down and grabbed the sheet, then pulled it up to cover her exquisite nakedness. She looked up at her husband’s best friend, who was standing over her, completely naked, with his erect cock in his fist!

“Richard, what the…what are you doing??? Where’s Kent???”

“Helen, please, I…let me explain!”

Unnoticed by either of them, Stacy peered in at the scene from the doorway. She had just caught sight of her Mom’s sweaty body before she had woken up, and also the naked rear of her Dad’s friend. What the hell was going on here? She wasn’t sure, but she knew it caused a flutter of wicked excitement in her belly. It was totally inappropriate to feel this way, but there was no denying that her Mom had an amazing body, and ‘Uncle’ Richard’s ass looked pretty good too...

Silently, she closed the door again, and tip-toed back to her own room, now feeling even more horny than she had felt previously, when watching the porn on her laptop.

Back in the bedroom, Helen clutched the sheet tightly under her chin, her pretty brow furrowed with distaste as she tried to keep eye contact with Richard, and not let her gaze fall down to look at his cock, which remained stubbornly erect, despite the embarrassment her husband’s friend must surely feel.

She could remember that she’d woken from a dream, but the details of it were only vague. However, she was aware that it had been incredibly erotic, and her body still thrummed with intense arousal. She couldn’t believe she had woken to find Richard’s cock shoved in her face, but there was no denying the intense excitement she felt at the proximity of a cock that wasn’t her husband’s.

She had to take control of this situation, before she lost control of herself.

“Just get out of here now, Richard! For God’s sake, what were you thinking? What would Kent and Amanda say??”

Richard backed away slowly. “Helen, I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were OK, but you looked so damn hot. You’ve got the best damn body I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t help myself. Something about this place, just makes me hot as hell.”

Helen could certainly appreciate that, but still, there was no excuse for his sick behavior.

“Please, just get out! We can talk about this later. Go and have a cold shower, or get your wife to…take care of…of THAT!”

She let herself look back down at his cock, which still stood up hard and straight. A very nice cock it was too. Significantly larger than her husband’s. She thought of Amanda getting to enjoy that cock, and she burned with jealousy. That lucky blonde slut! Then she imagined herself and Amanda sharing the cock, sending Richard into the throes of ecstasy. No doubt Amanda was a talented fuck-bitch, but Helen was pretty sure she could show Richard a damn good time too.

She had the sudden impulse to throw off the sheet and tell her husband’s friend to come back over with the beautiful cock, and fuck the living shit out of her. But with an effort of will, she managed to resist.

Shaking her head, she shouted at Richard again. “Just go!”

Richard was about to speak, but then he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Helen sprang out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, stepped into the shower and stood under a cascade of cold water, gasping at the sensation and hoping it would cool the fires of unholy lust that burned within her.

Richard returned to his own room and closed the door, failing to notice Stacy peering out at him from her own doorway, then slipping out quietly and following him…