The Vicars Wife part 6

As Helen almost skipped home, back to the rectory, she felt alive and happy. She went up to Ben and gave him a peck on the cheek and smiled. Ben sensed there was something slightly different in her demeanorbut wasn't sure what it was and although he was not into too much 'lovey dovey' stuff with Helen, his cock needed seeing to and he actually had it in his mind to actually penetrate her tonight. Helen, with a sudden rush of trepidation realised that he had that 'look' and tried to think of a way to satisfy his needs without actually doing 'the dirty deed' in its entirety. He clit was sensitive and her juices were still oozing........maybe it was the smell of her that had Ben getting in the mood, but whatever it was, she knew that she had to appear willing when they got into bed. She showered and made a nice hot chocolate for her and Ben. Soon they made their way to bed and, taking the lead so as to avoid Ben trying to dive on top of her, Helen snuggled up to Ben and began to stroke his cock. Ben needed release and tried to climb on top, thinking that, although she milked him very well with her hands and fingers, he needed penetration. Helen knew she had to work quickly, he seemed randy and rampant but she also knew that once he'd shot his spunky load that it would be enough and he wouldn't bother her afterwards. She took his cock and began stroking it but with a bit more enthusiasm than nornal, she even took his throbbing, purple bell-end and teased it against one of her hard nipples. Ben hadn't experienced that before and wondered what had got into her, but he wasn't going to complain, and when she cupped his ball sac and gently squeezed while still stroking his cock against her nipple he felt his balls tighten and knew he was close. Helen realised this too and with a quick flick of the hand that was holding his throbbing knob head aagainst her nipple she wanked his shaft hard and fast. It only took about 30 seconds before Ben groaned and shot a huge load, Helen even aimed it at her tits and some even splashed her face. Ben didn't realised she had aimed it at herself and apologised profusely for spilling his sperm on her before thanking her and giving her a quick peck on her cheek before turning overand away from her and was soon asleep and snoring. Helen didn't wipe away the spunk immediately, once she realised he was asleep, she slowly rubbed what was left of the gooey slime onto her nipples. They hardened and ached, she felt her tight little cunny juice up and she rubber her spunky fingers on her clit and gave herself another, the 2nd of that evening, very intense and enjoyable orgasm whilst wondering how it would feel to experience hot, live spunk hitting her clit while she was stroking and attacking it. She new what she needed to do to achieve this and the thoughts of that young choirboy shooting his spunk on her was exactly how she was going to arrange it. She fell into a deep sleep with a big smile on her face.