Chapter 7
He escorted the little girl into the bedroom, exhausted from his labors, feeling more than a little guilty. He had literally fucked himself into a corner. The girl was bound to talk. How could one expect a thirteen year old to be laid by the baseball coach then watch him corn hole the neighbor's wife and not say anything.
He filled the tub with hot water and as the steamy vapor clouded the air, he wondered what lay in store for him. What was going through Sherry's mind right that moment as he picked her up under the arms and dropped her into the water? More importantly, what would Kate Jackson, the girl's mother think? It made him queasy to think of such dreadful things. Especially when his strength was returning to his muscles and he was feeling vibrant again.
He looked at Sherry and smiled. She was really a jewel. Her cherubic smile made him feel excited. Her flawlessly white skin was turning salmon pink from the hot water.
"Is it too hot?" he asked.
Sherry giggled. The water was so hot she could hardly stand sitting in the porcelain tub. The heat made her feet tingle. It was a sensation that spread quickly through her flesh until her whole body felt the water's warm glow. She turned and looked at the enormous hose hanging down from Gordon's crotch. It looked much tamer soft than hard. Sliding forward, her cheeks squeaked against the tub bottom. She yelped because the water's heat thrilled her again. It was like sticking her finger into an electric socket.
"Sorry to break in," said Margaret Anson. "But I just had to pee."
She sauntered over to the commode and ungracefully squatted on the pot. There was no hiding the contempt she felt for the little girl. Sharing Gordon with another woman was bad enough. But taking back seat to a little girl made her mad. She squirmed on the seat, her eyes sparkling with evil as the urine swished into the bowl.
"Want me to join you, Sherry?"
Gordon shot her a disquieting look. That only infuriated Margaret. That cheap little bitch is going to get hers, Margaret thought.
"I'll wash you," Margaret said. "I'll wash you like you have never been washed before."
"Now . . . Margaret. . . take it easy."
It was Gordon's voice. He turned away from the tub and approached Margaret. For a moment there was just the sound of Sherry splashing in the tub and Margaret's pee splashing in the cistern. As he came closer Margaret watched his pecker swinging side to side and wondered if it were possible for a man to have three erections in so short a time.
He had a funny grin on his face and a strange look that both intimidated and electrified her. Quickly she tried to finish peeing. Because she had this feeling that Gordon was going to stick his big old finger up her cunt. Or do something equally delightful to her crotch. And it made Margaret shiver all over.
Gordon had a few things in mind. But nothing like dear, shrewish Margaret had in mind.
"Come here," he said hoarsely.
Suddenly Margaret was suspended in air. It happened so fast that she had no time at all to scream. Gordon's hands scooped up her thighs and quickly wrapped her legs around his chest. His strength was overpowering. And she hadn't stopped peeing. Her stream of bright yellow water was jetting out her urethra and hitting him square in the chest.
"Gordon!"
Her pee wet his skin and bounced back on her crotch and thighs and streamed down the hard muscles of his abdomen before dripping down his legs and onto the floor.
He only laughed at her embarrassment and gripped her closer. The woman shivered with a sort of strange delight. He was new at this sort of fun himself. But once he had watched an Australian girl pee on her friend and the reaction had been fantastic.
"Ooooo nooooo!! ! " Margaret was miserable. She was embarrassed to tears. She felt like a little girl who hadn't been toilet trained. And there was nothing she could do to stop the stream of pee. Again Gordon had turned on her and found a way to humiliate her.
"This is how you treat me," she stormed. "I'm not good enough to fuck in bed like a normal woman. Not any more. Ever since you found this jailbait to play nookie with."
"Easy, Margaret," he said. The pee rinsed away his guilt. He held her firmly holding up her rump cheeks with his hands. His cock was flickering back to life and he could ass fuck Margaret again. Or use her cunt. But there were other things to experiment with.
"You make me sick," Margaret snapped. "Yank me off the potty. Use my butt like a cunt. Nothing is beyond your grasp is it?"
His answer came suddenly. Margaret was going down as quickly as she had come up. Her butt cheeks squatted down on the toilet with a plopping of flesh. The pee was still trickling out of her twat. like a garden hose spraying flowers. Finally she stopped.
Gordon was still standing there, his pecker swollen out. She looked up. Her fury had burnt out. She felt even worse now. Because Gordon would never take her back. Unable to control her emotions, Margaret started to cry. It was all her fault that Gordon had left her for this little girl splashing water in the tub. If she had treated him right, this infatuation would never have happened. She wanted a second chance, oh, she wanted that desperately. But that was too much to ask. He would never give up this Sherry girl and she felt horrible. Margaret wanted to crawl into a ball and die.
Gordon waited patiently for the crying jag to stop. His cock was thick and gnarled. It was slippery with juices. The light in the room glinted off the massive meat as he held his shaft out with two fingers.
"Margaret," he said, his voice almost a whisper.
She was crying into her hands and he whispered her name again. His voice was hoarse, the excitement hiding just behind the hoarseness. Suddenly her head rose out of her hands. Her crying stopped. And now she was facing him, her tear stained face, solemn and restrained. She wanted redemption. A second chance. It was so easy to read in the earnest look in her eyes and the partially split lips.
"Here, honey."
Pee shot out the end of his gnarled cock and splashed against her face. Her head snapped back from the explosion of urine. She almost came off the toilet seat.
"Open your mouth," he shouted. It was crazy and wild and Gordon found himself laughing. The pee shot in a steady stream all over Margaret's face, coating her puffed, startled lips the way his cock had spermed her ass. He gripped his shaft with a full finger grip and began working his way back and forth across her body using his peeing cock like a painter might use a brush.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Margaret shouted.
She twisted away but not before she tasted his briny urine inside her mouth. It was awful, overwhelming; she felt repulsed and vaguely drawn to this unorthodox sex just as she had to sucking cock. It seemed anything to do with sex motivated Margaret.
Quickly now, for his bladder was nearly deflated, Gordon lowered his aim and sprayed her tits. He carefully washed her nipples and then went lower until he was peeing on her gleaming twat.
"Yessss!" he gasped.
Margaret squeezed her thighs together and waited for him to finish before licking his pecker clean. His dong was soft as putty and licking the end brought a laugh to Gordon's lips.
"Satisfied," Margaret laughed. She hadn't lost him after all. Rising from the pot, she felt again back in his graces. Margaret turned from him to the bath tub where a startled Sherry Jackson had watched the two grown ups.
"Move over, Sherry," she said. "I'm coming in with you."
She climbed in facing Sherry and slowly sank down into the steamy water. Lying back she scrunched down so Sherry's thighs draped over her and their rumps pressed against each other. Back in the house, Margaret kept a plastic dildo in the top drawer of the dresser. And pressed against Sherry as she was now, made Margaret wonder how the little tyke would react with that artificial cock jammed into her twat.
Well, there's more than enough time to find out. She looked up at Sherry and placed a motherly arm around her neck.
"We're going to become great friends," Margaret confided. "Just the three of us."