Mandy kept looking at her phone. She was stunned. As she walked up the stairs her sore pussy ached. She was about to see Helen. She needed to know how Helen would feel about sharing Paul. Helen had just called her, inviting her up stairs. For some reason she had expected Helen to ignore her.
She knocked on the door. Helen let her in. Dressed in a blue cotton dress, Helen looked fit and rested. Her dress skimmed her figure, and as Mandy walked in she picked up a subtle fragrance.
"Welcome."
"I still can't believe I'm here."
"Because I'm meant to be jealous?"
"Well."
"I'm not happy about it, but I'm practical. I just wish I was there. You could have finished me off you know?"
Mandy smiled and sat on the couch. Helen sat across from her in one of the pair of armchairs that faced the couch.
"My instructions were to leave you high and dry. I know you weren't that dry by the time I was done with you!"
"No I wasn't. You were unkind."
Helen slowly spread her knees, revealing herself to Mandy. Mandy smiled again. She wore a t shirt and shorts, both in pink. Her pussy was sore from Paul's attention, but the sight of Helen was giving her ideas.
"You want me to make it right, don't you? "
"I think that's only fair. I don't need a massage, though, I need that tongue of yours."
By now Helen's dress was over her waist, exposing her glistening cunt and slowly expanding clit. She was stroking herself slowly, gently fingering herself, and Mandy got on all fours and crawled across the carpet to get to Helen. She pushed Helen's knees further apart.
"Bad girl. Is this what you offer all your guests?"
She kissed Helen's pussy, licking her clit gently. Helen sighed and leaned back. Helen tasted sweet, and her pussy was wet, and fresh. Mandy loved feeling her twitch, and stroked Helen's inner thighs as she buried her face in Helen's pussy. She reached under Helen's bum and thrust her face deeper into Helen.
Helen cried out as Mandy sucked and licked at her clit, harder this time. She breathed deeply and moaned. Mandy's tongue was divine, lapping away at her clit. She got wetter and harder, and raised her feet on to Mandy's back. Mandy was face deep in Helen's wet juicy pussy.
Mandy started fingering Helen, reaching deep into Helen as she sucked Helen's clit. She crooked her finger back in a come hither motion, stroking Helen's g spot. Helen went wild, and almost crushed Mandy's face as she thrashed. Mandy's stroking was driving her higher and higher, and she could think of nothing.
She didn't want that feeling to end. She wanted Mandy to continue stroking her. She forgot about Paul, about love, about heat, about hunger, about her rent, about her fear of losing Paul, or about her jealousy about Mandy's skill with her hands.
She just rode the waves of sensation and feeling as Mandy concentrated on her clit and her g spot at the same time. The girl had a tongue to match her fingers, and by the time Helen felt herself riding the wave she could not do anything but submit to it. Mandy now had two fingers in Helen's cunt, and Helen was unable to form whole words or control much of anything.
"I'm going to cum. I'm going to cuuuuuuuum!"
As Helen came the first time her pussy pulsed into Mandy's face. Mandy sucked her clit hard and long, feeling Helen shudder. The second time Helen came she bucked and pushed Mandy off her pussy. She was sore. Helen twitched and turned away from Mandy.
"I'm sensitive." Mandy smiled.
