Chapter 7

The sting of the shower felt good against my body, and even though it was still early I could tell it was going to be a very hot day. The water cooled me and I lingered there under it perhaps longer than I usually would have, but I was alone in the house and there was no one around who would hurry me along. After breakfast, because of the sweltering heat, Gus Wells had suggested they go down to the beach for a swim to cool off. I was left behind to straighten up the house and finish the breakfast dishes. I finished my tasks quickly, and I threw my clothing off and jumped into the shower.

I stepped out from under the spray and took the wash-cloth in my hand. It was dripping wet with sloppy soap, but I took the perfumed bar of pink soap from the shower. The air was hot in the shower, and it billowed up around my nakedness like a warm blanket. I took the soapy cloth and rubbed it vigorously between my legs. My hand was flat against my cunt and my legs were wide open. The wetness of the cloth felt exciting against my cunt; with one finger, I carefully pushed the cloth up inside of me and swabbed out the tender lining of my cunt.

I shuddered at the contact. My cunt was almost rubbed raw from yesterday's fucking session with Gus, and I cleaned myself gently. After we had fucked that first time on the couch, we rested a while in each other's arms, and I aroused Gus again by sucking on his cock. The organ was flaccid, and it took me a little time to get him hard again. He confessed that he and Mimi almost never made love more than once in the same night; they used to when they had been first married, but that had been a long time ago.

"I'm not an old lady," I told him, perhaps cruelly since I really had nothing against Mimi except that she was Gus's wife. "I'm very passionate. I have a hot body, and if you want me, you're going to have to make love to me more than once to satisfy my needs."

Almost reluctantly, Gus agreed. I sucked his cock into a rigid state of erection. I slurped up and down the cock, and Gus moaned and said he felt as though he were going to come again. I pulled my mouth away, and he asked me if he could come in my mouth.

"Not this time," I told him. "I'm still not finished fucking."

"Can I come in your mouth one time?" Gus asked.

I jerked my hand up and down his cock. It was all wet from my saliva and the mixture of his own sperm and my cunt juice from fucking. "Certainly," I said.

"Good. I'd like that."

"It sounds as though you never get it that way."

Gus grinned. "I don't. Mimi doesn't like it. She won't let me do it."

I smiled at him and kissed the tip of his cock. "Well, I'll let you. I'll even swallow it."

He tried to push his cock up into my mouth. "Yes, I'd like that."

I stuck my tongue into the opening at the tip and slid it back and forth. "Is there anything else she won't let you do?"

"Just one thing. Ass fuck her. She says it hurts."

I'd never been ass fucked, and I could well imagine it might hurt, but I smiled at Gus and said, "You can fuck my ass any time you want." I bent forward again and slurped the tip of his cock.

Gus groaned and said that he was ready.

"Not here," I told him, feeling very hot again myself. "In the bedroom. On your bed."

Gus gave me a half-comprehending look.

"I want to be comfortable this time," I lied. "We need a big bed. We have to be naked this time."

He accepted without another word, and we marched into his bedroom. We undressed this time, and we made love on Gus and Mimi's bed. First I let him eat my cunt, and then I turned over and he fucked me the way I had seen him fuck his wife. After it was over we slept, and I sucked him erect a third time and let him come in my mouth. His sperm was hot and thin, and little more than a dribble oozed from his cock, but Gus insisted it was fantastic. That made me feel good.

Something rubbed at my consciousness, and I suddenly was back again in the shower. My thinking of Gus and what had happened aroused me again and I realized I had stuffed the soapy washcloth up my cunt until almost half of it was inside me. I pulled on the remaining half, and the thick lump of the wet cloth pulled out of my cunt. The cloth was rough; it scraped and irritated the walls of my cunt, but as it fell out the pleasure was so intense I almost had a spontaneous orgasm.The washcloth fell to the floor of the shower with a wet plop, and my legs felt weak and shaken. My cunt was burning and I ached to relieve it. I had just put my hand against my cunt, just touched the wet hair and the swollen bud of my clitoris, when I heard again the sound that had first broken into my awareness moments ago when I was remembering yesterday with Gus. Above the roar of the shower, I thought I heard something.

I opened the door of the stall a crack and listened. I was just about to return to the shower when I heard it again. It was the doorbell.

I cursed to myself, thinking that it was Mimi and Gus returning from the beach. But then I realized it was the front door and not the back. If it were they, they wouldn't come through the front door. And why would they even ring the bell? The door was open.

I shut the shower. I could hear the bell clearly now, and I was annoyed at being interrupted when I was aroused and at the prospect of leaving the warmth of the shower. Even though I was hot when I came into the shower, the air seemed cold now to my wet skin and I began to shiver.

The doorbell rang again. "Just a minute!" I shouted to whoever it was.

I stepped out of the shower and my skin puckered up from the cold. I shivered, then cursed out loud when I realized I hadn't brought my bathrobe into the bathroom with me. And my clothing was dirty and in the hamper.

Indecision caught me and when the bell rang again I shouted, "One minute!"

I grabbed the bath towel and quickly wiped it-up and down my legs, over my back, and between my breasts.

The doorbell rang again.

"Coming!" I screamed. I wrapped the towel loosely around me, fastening it near my tits as I tucked under one flap. It held, but not too securely.

I opened the bathroom door and ran half-nude down the hall to the front door. The bell rang again as I got there.

"Yes?" I asked, putting my ear to the door. I was cold and a puddle of water was collecting at my feet.

"Mayfair's!" a voice announced through the door. "Package for Mrs. G. Wells."

From yesterday's shopping, I realized. Mimi was having it delivered.

"All right," I shouted. My hair was wet and it dripped coldly down my back. "Leave it out there. I'll pick it up in a moment."

"Can't," the voice explained. I tried to place the voice, but the thickness of the door disguised it too well. "Ya gotta sign for it."

Shit! "Can't you just leave it?"

"Nope. Ya gotta sign. Ya want me to return it to the store?"

I thought for a moment. "No, dammit! Just a second. I'll open the door."

I held the towel tightly to my breasts, tucking the end flap under me so that the front of the towel pulled tightly across my tits. I could feel beads of water rolling out from under the wide swell of my breasts, making cold trickles down my body. I opened the door, poking my head out and hiding my body behind the door. I held the tucked-in part of the towel, slipping my hand into the doubled-over material so that my fingers rested against my breast.

"Could you hand it to me?" I asked.

The delivery man was fantastic-looking. He had long blond hair and a blond mustache. His eyes were deep blue. He looked about twenty-three or twenty-four. He smiled at me, and I could tell he guessed my dilemma.

"Sure," he said, smiling broadly. His blue eyes twinkled out at me. He held the package up for me, just far enough away so that I had to reach for it, exposing a broad expanse of my wet shoulder.

"Hummm. You're all wet. Must be hot in there."

I took the package and tossed it inside on the chair next to the door. "It looks like it's hot out there, too," I answered.

"Gee," he said. "I'd like a drink of water."

"I'm sure that's not all you'd like," I said, smiling. I began to close the door, but my knees began to go weak at the idea that had suddenly popped into my brain.

"Not yet." He stopped the closing door with his hand. "You still have to sign the receipt."

I stared intently at him and he smiled back at me. The exciting spontaneous idea that had jumped into my brain was almost obsessive now, and I found myself thinking of nothing else. My cunt throbbed, still irritated from before, and now it ached even more with excitement. I stared at the delivery man's crotch with one thought pounding in my hot brain. I must have been quiet for a long time, because he reminded me again of the receipt.

"Are you married?" I asked, ignoring the question he asked.

He made a sound with his throat, as though he were clearing his voice. "Yes."

My mouth went dry and my fingers were trembling against the softness of my breast. I licked my lips. "Good," I said finally. "Would you like to come in a moment?"

He stared at me.

"Come in, please!"

He cleared his throat again. "Are you sure you-"

"Yes!" I held the door open for him, and his eyes widened when he saw all I was wearing was a towel. "Now come in. Hurry!"

"But-"

"No one's home," I assured him. "It's safe."

He moved slowly and stepped into the house. He didn't look at me, but kept his eyes fixed on the wooden floor of the hallway. He took about two steps into the house and I slammed the door shut.

"You have to sign the receipt...." he began again in a broken voice, but I never let him finish the sentence. I crushed my body against him and kissed him hotly on the lips. His mouth was still open from the interrupted words, and my tongue sank itself in his mouth.

He just stood there, with his hands at his sides, kissing me back with only his lips, afraid still to touch my body. I ground my cunt against his middle, curling my wet legs around him so that I was pressed tightly against him.

"Make love to me," I whispered, pulling my lips away from him.

His face was a confused mask. "Are you crazy?" he moaned, still in shock.

I reached down between his legs and touched his cock. It was soft. "Does this feel like I'm crazy?" I asked him.

He stared at me as though he were confused, as though his wildest fantasy had come true. "Holy shit...." he mumbled.

I slipped down on my knees, and the end of the towel got caught in his buckle. The towel pulled open and I was naked.

"Jesus...." I felt his body tremble.

I was on my knees, and I quickly unzipped his zipper. I reached into his pants and pulled his cock out. It was long and thin, and still not aroused.

I opened my mouth and began to suck him, taking his softness between my lips. I slid my mouth down to his belly and rolled the soft flesh between my lips, pressing it up against the roof of my mouth with my wet tongue.

"Wow ... wow ... wow!" he moaned, as though he still couldn't believe it. "Wow!"

His cock began to get hard in my mouth; I felt the tip tickle against the back of my throat as my lips pushed apart. I puckered my mouth and ground my face around in a semicircle, pressing my lips into his crotch. The sides of his cock rolled over my cupped tongue and felt wet and slippery in my mouth.

His hands finally moved. He bent his knees and leaned to the side. He opened his hand and stretched down and cupped one tit. His hand felt hot against the cool wetness of my flesh, and he squeezed the breast with his fingers. The nipple was already aroused, and he rubbed it with his palm as he kneaded the hill of flesh.

"Wow," he moaned. "This is crazy."

His cock was hard now, and I couldn't swallow his full length. But I tried, sinking and pulling my mouth up and down the hard shaft. I flitted my tongue back and forth across the tip of his cock, realizing that the organ was uncircumcised. It was the first one of that type that I had ever seen.

I pulled it out of my mouth and inspected it. It glistened wetly, thin and long, trembling with excitement. I reached into his pants and pulled his balls free so that they hung down the front of his pants. His balls were covered with fine blond hair, almost white, and the flesh was all puckered and tight under the rigid length of his cock. I nuzzled my face against his crotch and took his balls into my mouth. They rolled over my tongue, two hard-soft lumps. He fell back against the door and moaned.

"Jesus Christ!" he moaned. His legs were stiff and arched, and I was between them. I could smell the musky odor of his crotch as I grated the flesh of his balls between my biting teeth.

His hand slipped from my tit, and he placed both hands around my head. I could feel the hot length of his cock pressed against my cheek as I licked his balls.

"Isn't this dangerous?" he moaned. "What if someone comes home?"

What he was saying was true. Mimi and Gus were about due to return; in fact, they were even overdue now. Yet the very thought that we might get caught seemed to excite me more than if we had all day. It made what we were doing dangerous, and that made it even more desirable. My body shook with excitement.

"Yes," I hissed, spitting his balls out. The front of his pants were all wet. "We have to hurry."

I turned and sat back on my ass. I reached up and took his cock in my hand and jerked him off. I leaned forward and rubbed his organ through my wet hair, rubbing my scalp with the blunt end of his cock.

"I want you to fuck me now," I moaned. I rubbed his cock all over my face: over my forehead, into my eyes, up and down my cheeks, across my nose, and in between my open lips.

"But you're all wet!" he protested.

"Fuck me anyhow!" I jerked his cock into my open lips.

"We'll get the floor all wet. Someone will see it."

I let go of his cock and spread my towel across the floor. Then I lay back on it and parted my legs. He was directly in front of me, between my legs, leaning against the door. His cock was pulled out and from my prone position it seemed gigantic, pointing directly at my cunt.

"Now fuck me!" I put my hands down between my legs and opened the lips of my cunt for him.

He groaned excitedly and fell to his knees. Instead of fucking me, he pressed his face into my cunt.

"Oh yessss!" I hissed. "That's good."

I felt his tongue flicking wetly against my fingers as I continued to hold open the lips of my cunt. His tongue was like wet sandpaper against the sensitive flap of my cunt lips, and he curled it like a cylinder and pushed it in and out of me. I opened my legs wider and ground my cunt against his licking face.

"Good ... good ... good!" I moaned. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pulled him tight against my cunt. My thighs closed around his neck and I imprisoned his face against my humping pussy.

He rolled his tongue back and forth, touching both sides of the hole. Then he pulled it free and ran it up and down the wet slit between the lips. His strokes were hard and even; he began up near my ass, dragging his tongue through the crack, pushing it up into the hole, then pulling it out and flicking it stiffly against my clit. I moaned with excitement each time he did this, and I crushed his face even harder against me.

"Stop! Stop!" he moaned. He pulled his face away from my cunt; it was all wet. He had loose cunt hair on his face, and his lips were all slobbery and dripping. "I can't breathe!" he protested.

I humped my cunt up and down in the air, feeling the cool suck of the air tickling against my open lips. He took the invitation and impaled me with two fingers, sinking them to the knuckles as I arched my cunt up into his face. I almost swooned with the pleasure.

"Fuck me!" I spat the words out through my gritted teeth. "I can't wait much longer."

He literally leapt on top of me, falling heavily between my legs. I felt his cock between my thighs, and before I could reach down to put him in he speared himself into me and buried the shaft of his cock to the hilt.

"Oh Christ!" I yelled. My head rolled from side to side on the floor and I turned my cunt up to face his driving cock. I clamped my thighs around his hips, locking my ankles behind his ass.

"Fuck me, you sonofabitch!" I screamed.

But he was already doing that. His cock was thrusting in and out of my cunt with powerful strokes. His balls were pounding against my ass as his hands held me up so that he could jab directly into me.

He grunted with the effort, his face drenched in sweat. "Soon," he groaned, pumping his cock in and out of the tortured lips of my cunt.

Out near the fringes of my mind, a distant sound pushed into my consciousness. My brain was so confused with passion that I couldn't recognize the noise.

"A car's pulling up!" the delivery man gasped. He began to pull away in panic.

"No!" I screamed, the agony of incompletion seeming more terrible than getting caught. "Finish first! We have time!"

He must have been close, too, for he listened. His cock went crazy inside of me, pushing and pulling, humping and pounding itself against my sopping-wet belly. He grunted with each fuck into me.

My cunt was almost bent in half, and he was screwing himself down into my body. If he could have, he would have jammed his balls into my cunt. My thighs ached, but I could feel my orgasm beginning around the driving shaft of his cock.

"Now! Now! NOW!" I screamed. My cunt clamped shut on the next downward thrust of his cock, and I locked him inside of me. I felt his cock tremble and his balls seemed to tighten against my ass.

I heard the motor of the car shut down and then I heard the high-pitched voice of Percy.

I ground my cunt around him, my body shaking with pleasure. My cunt felt as though it were breaking into small pieces of quivering, exploding flesh. Wetness spread out from inside of me with a gigantic bursting of sensation.

A car door opened and then another.

Hot come splashed into my cunt. His cock spat again, and more wetness spilled into me.

His cock felt as though it were going to break off inside me, it was shaking so profoundly. His come was like blobs of electricity; each time it touched the raw lining of my cunt, my body jumped in ecstasy and I had another orgasm.

The car doors slammed again, and I heard voices coming towards the house.

His cock kept on coming, throbbing, jerking and sputtering cream into my cunt. And with each throb, my cunt quivered, echoing his pleasure with an equally intense vibration of orgasm.

I heard the footsteps on the path, and my ears caught a word or two.

I was still coming when I finally pushed him off me. He was, too, and the last spurt of scum splashed against my thigh as he dislodged.

"Tootsie!" Mimi called. "We're home!"

We jumped up and pulled the front door open. His cock was still erect; it poked out of his pants, his balls hanging down the front. The stains of my juices and his come were all over the front of his pants. I pushed him out as he tried to stuff his cock back into his pants.

Just as I closed the front door, I heard the back screen door open.

"Tootsie!" Mimi called again.

I swept up my towel and tightened the muscles in my cunt. In three swift steps, I was back in the bathroom, closing the door, just as the family entered the house.

I sat down on the toilet and relaxed my cunt. Thick blobs of come slid from my cunt and splashed into the toilet.

"Where are you, Tootsie?"

"I'm taking a shower," I screamed. I slumped back against the toilet seat, breathing heavily.

"I'm in the bathroom."

"Just wanted to let you know we're home, Mimi explained, quite unnecessarily, I thought.