Please be quiet

Helen lay in bed wide awake listening to Maisy, once again making loud noises as she was being intimate with her boyfriend. Helen thought they were going to get away without it tonight.

Mike had come in and was eager to make love. Helen had been in her long nightie and, while she agreed to have the lights on, she couldn’t bring herself to remove the nightie so she just lifted it up high enough for Mike to enter her.

She had been hoping that he would come to her as she was still excited from earlier. Seeing something so obscene as Darren’s penis pushing out his shorts had been shocking but at the same time, she couldn’t stop thinking about what it must be like for Maisy to have such a thing inside her. Surely it must hurt a lot but the noises she had heard, the noises she was hearing now didn’t sound like noises of pain. It was all kind of thrilling.

Mike had been so eager that there had been little foreplay. Not that she normally minded but this time he had been so eager and fast, that she hadn’t reached her own pleasure. Then, to top it all off, Maisy started being loud again as they were about to settle down. Not that this seemed to be affecting Mike who was now asleep beside her.

Helen throbbed between her legs and the urge to touch herself again was so strong. She couldn’t do it again. Not the very next night from the last time, it was too immoral and made her feel like she was all the terrible things her parents had called her when they caught her playing with herself as a child. She hadn’t known it was bad but they were so angry. Now, holding back was so hard with those noises going on. Helen got out of bed. She couldn’t take it anymore. She would go and knock on the door and politely ask Maisy to keep it down.

She ignored the aching need between her legs and quietly left the room and tiptoed down the landing. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to be quiet but she did. The noises were all the clearer as she approached the door. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the soft masculine grunting of Darren could be heard. It made her head fuzzy as it bombarded her senses. So befuddled was she that she hadn’t noticed the light streaming from the door until she stood in front of it, her hand outstretched to knock on a door that wasn’t there.

On the bed in front of her was Maisy. Her body was rising up and down. Helen had to admire her slender frame. Narrow shoulders, long, unnaturally coloured hair, impossibly thin waist and small, pert buttocks moving on top of a thick, pink shaft, the lips of her genitals stretching as they gripped onto the large invader as if they didn’t want it to leave.

Helen took a step back. Never in her life had she seen anyone mating let alone this enthusiastically. She had never even considered going on top. To see it now, to hear it, to smell it, it was too much. Her heart pounded in her chest and she couldn’t hold back her need. She moved around the edge of the door to peer in and be less noticeable. She gathered up the bottom of her nightdress and touched her painfully needy slit. She was leaking her fluids down her thighs and she felt so wicked but the sight of that enormous shaft entering her friend as she willingly threw herself down on top of it, each penetration bringing with it a cry of exultation.

She had barely touched herself before she orgasmed but it wasn’t enough. She sank to her knees as she rubbed her clitoris as a woman possessed. Her second was quickly following on from the first. She was filled with envy. Of what she could not have said. Was it Maisy she envied? Did she want to experience a penis like that or did she just envy the wild pleasure Maisy seemed to be feeling? Or did she envy Darren? Must not Maisy look beautiful moving like she was on top of him, hands playing with her pierced nipples? What did her face look like as she cried out in pleasure?

Her second orgasm shook her as hard as the first but a wave of emotions followed it. Finally sated, she could only feel guilt. What had she done? She was a vile little slut. She let a demon in her and done something unforgivable. At the same time, she hated those thoughts. She cried out as she began to sob uncontrollably and curled up on the floor.