Chapter 3
I must have fallen asleep after I masturbated because I woke with a start. The house was dark and silent. Gus' white shorts were still draped over my stomach, against my cunt.
I listened for a moment to the house. I heard no sounds or voices. Only an occasional creak or groan and the whistling rattle of the wind blowing through the blinds. Everyone was sleeping.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, clutching the shorts in my hand. Reluctantly, I held them up to my nose, trying to see whether I could separate the smell of my cunt from the musky odor of Gus' sweaty balls. I savored the aroma, feeling a residual tingle or two from my orgasm making an occasional twitching in the depths of my numbed cunt.
The shorts were slightly damp, and I blushed, remembering that, at the height of my orgasm. I had tried to shove the shorts up into my cunt-hole, as though they were a substitute for Gus' cock.
The dampness would be gone by the morning, I knew. No one would know.
Except me.
I walked slowly to the door. The coolness of the night air made my nipples grow hard. I shivered once, suddenly, as I opened the door. The house was dark.
With the undershorts in my hand, stark naked, I walked towards the bathroom.
My blood suddenly ran cold when I heard something.
For a moment I stood there in the dark, with the shorts in my hands, and held my breath. I waited with my eyes open, searching the darkness, expecting to be caught at any moment.
I stood there for perhaps thirty seconds before I forced myself to understand that the sounds were not coming after me. They were coming from down the hallway -- from the master bedroom.
Why I did it, I'll never know. The sensible thing would have been to slink into the bathroom and replace the shorts in the hamper; then, in case anyone heard me moving about in the dark, to make sure that I flushed the toilet, and return to bed.
But I didn't do that. Instead, I found myself walking quietly down the dark hallway towards Gus and Mimi's bedroom, the shorts still in my hand. I walked on the tips of my toes, holding my breath, and moved an inch at a time. My eyes strained through the darkness; each time the floor creaked under my weight, I cursed silently under my breath, and waited a moment or two before I dared to move again.
The bedroom door was partially closed, and a curtain of darkness hid the room beyond. I peered into the room, trying to discern what it was that was making the noises.
Then I saw it.
It was Mimi Wells. She was on the bed, naked. Gus Wells was bent over on his knees, between her legs. I could see the pale flesh of his ass and his thighs facing me.
My heart throbbed like a pump; excitement made my mouth dry. The air that was in my lungs seemed like steam. Cautiously, I allowed it to trickle from my sealed lips in a low, sibilant whistle.
I stared in at the two unsuspecting figures. The bed faced the door, and neither of them could possibly see me looking in. Gus was on his knees, his face buried against his wife's cunt; Mimi's face was hidden by the bulk of Gus' bending body. I could stand squarely in the doorway without fear of being caught.
Yet, that very fear gripped me like a cold hand. Shivers ran up and down my skin, my muscles were like tight cords prepared to spring me to safety at a moment's notice. I was torn by two desires -- to run and to stay. I think the very idea that I could be caught actually heightened my excitement, and fixed me even more firmly in that doorway.
He was eating her, I thought. The idea shocked me for some reason. Eating her cunt!
I had never seen two people making love before, and I watched transfixed. It was both shocking and exciting, and I found myself, willingly or not, being drawn into the sexual mood of the scene hi front of me.
Gus was between Mimi's legs, and I watched his head bobbing up and down. I couldn't actually see her cunt, for Gus' head was in the way. But I could see her naked thighs, spread wide around her husband's shoulders, drawn up and tensed as she hunched her excited cunt against his hot, lashing tongue.
Mimi's head was rolling from side to side on the pillow, and I could hear her moaning softly now. That was what I had heard before -- her moans of excitement and encouragement.
"Oh, eat it! Eat my cunt good! Oh, that's it! Harder! Push your tongue... oooh... harder!"
The words dimmed and then broke into a mumbling moan of animal-like groans. I found myself listening very carefully, hanging onto the silences until I could hear, just above her moans, a thick, wet, moving sound. It was Gus' tongue, I realized, sliding through the wetness of her cunt! I could hear him licking her juicy gash!
My own cunt was growing wet, and I realized suddenly that I had had my hand against it all the while I was listening. My fingers were moving against my twat, and I was reawakening pleasure in my body. I hunched my cunt against my hand and felt a burning fire of pleasure shake my clitoris with a wave of raw intensity.
I slipped two fingers down between my cunt-lips. The flesh was wet, and my fingers slipped easily through the slit until I felt a hot, sucking heat near the middle of my hole. I pushed my body forward; my two fingers pushed upward into the wetness.
I almost moaned. The feeling was so pleasurable I had to smother it with locked lips. My cunt was very tight, and I could feel the tensed, firm walls clutching at the hardness of my fingers. The hole was still relatively new and unaccustomed to penetration of any kind, and it hadn't yet achieved a relaxed elasticity. I pushed my fingers up hard, and almost swooned at the intensely wet friction the fingers made as they scraped sensually against the walls of my pussy. I pushed up until my knuckles were softly cushioned against the pink-lipped mound, and my two fingers were fully extended in the hot, sucking wetness of my cunt.
"Now!" Mimi moaned. Her body tensed as though it were going to explode. And then it did.
Her arms and legs flailed the pillows and mattress. "NOW! NOW! NOW!" she cried. "Oh! I'm coming! Don't stop... don't stop now!"
My breathing was coming in staccato gasps; my fingers matched the tempo of her orgasm by pumping in and out of the clutching tightness of my cunt. I thought my own orgasm would explode from just listening to Mimi coming.
"Quick, do it!" Mimi groaned weakly. "Fuck me now before the feeling stops."
Their bodies moved on the bed.
I jumped back, fearing I would be seen. But it wasn't me they were interested in, it was Gus' pleasure.
Gus pulled his head up from her cunt, and wiped his mouth on the sheets. He was on his knees, kneeling back and resting his ass against his legs.
Mimi had spun around, and was now face-down on the mattress. She elevated her ass and I could see the dark patch of her cunt between her open thighs. She rested the top half of her body against her pillow, making it flat against the bed, and she raised her ass to the level of Gus' cock. She spread her thighs; I watched her cunt open, a gaping, hungry mouth between her legs. The hair on her cunt was wet with Gus' saliva; it glistened dully in the darkness.
"Put your cock in!" she said.
Gus grunted, and I watched his hips thrust forward against Mimi's ass. He moaned, and I knew his cock was now inside her cunt. He grabbed onto her hips with his hands, and sawed his cock in and out of her cunt. With each forward thrust of his hips, I heard him grunt.
"Fuck me," Mimi moaned. "That's it! Fuck me!"
The bed was squeaking from his humping motion, and I could hear the slap of his thighs pounding against Mimi's cunt. It was a wet sound of sweaty, sticky flesh against flesh, cock against cunt.
I pulled my fingers from my own cunt. A trickle of moisture dribbled out of the pink gash. My cunt felt so empty without the hardness filling me! I wanted to quell the burning fires that were licking at my cunt, but I fought back the temptation to put the fingers back inside my hole. I needed more than just fingers.
Insane, sensual desire gripped me, and I found myself pulling Gus' shorts up my shaking legs. My cunt was throbbing, the labes were quivering in anticipation. I could feel my cunt opening, gasping like a thirsting mouth, opening and closing spasmodically.
I pulled the shorts against my body, feeling a strange tremble of excitement as the material made contact against my cunt and thighs. I felt the hair on my cunt make a soft, inaudible crush as I pulled the elastic top of the shorts high on my stomach. I had to bunch the shorts in my hand, holding them on me, or they would have fallen back down my legs. I needed to feel the tight fit of their crotch against my cunt, adding the tightness of friction, the excitement of knowing that Gus' balls and cock had rested just as tightly against the taut, white material as my cunt now rested.
I slid my hips forward and pulled up with my hand. The rough edge of the shorts bunched together, pulling into a thick, tight line, and slid between the open, wet lips of my cunt. I slid the material back and forth through the wet slit, savoring the explosions of pleasure that washed across my clit -- it from the coarse, pulling humping that the shorts were giving me.
"Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" Mimi cried. Her cunt was no longer just a passive receptacle for Gus' thick, thrusting cock -- now it was an active participant in both their pleasures. Mimi was grinding her ass and hips against Gus' pumping cock, sliding her ass around in tight, shallow circles. I could see the cheeks of her butt tightening and loosening as she moved in and out to greet Gus' fucking cock.
"Keep it up!" she warned, half moaning. "I'm going to come again! Keep fucking me!"
I squeezed my fingers against my cunt, feeling the strange softness of the mound under the white material of the shorts. The pleasure of my fingers seemed dulled and distant through the shorts. I found my clit and pressed the cloth down against it, rubbing it roughly with my fingertips. Fire danced under my fingers; my cunt twitched in pleasure.
All the time I diddled myself, I continued to look at the two figures on the bed in the dark bedroom. Their furious thrusting and humping had succeeded in altering their position on the bed. Now they were more to the side, almost turned at a right angle to the door.
Now I could actually see Gus' cock -- thick and wide, as I had hoped it would be -- as he hacked it in and out of Mimi's cunt. He was pumping his hips rapidly; his balls swung against Mimi's cunt with each forward thrust of his body, swinging just under the curve of her mound.
"I'm gonna... come!" Mimi moaned. "Oh, God!"
Gus was huffing and moaning. I could see the sweat glistening and running down his back. His ass tightened like an angry fist; I saw the silhouette of his thick, driving cock, pushed like a pile-driver into the open softness of Mimi's cunt.
My fingers fumbled with the flap of the shorts. I was pulling the material up so tightly against my cunt that I had difficulty inserting my hand through the opening. But a moment later I found the correct fold, and my fingers snaked into the opening and touched the trembling wetness of my excited cunt.
The touch was all that I needed, for my cunt was like a bomb primed to explode. Just the slightest jiggle would set it off. My fingers slid against the mound, between the cunt-lips, and touched my clit. It burned under the pressure, and my legs began to tremble almost immediately. A flush of warmth rushed up my legs, and I had a momentary sense of dizziness.
"Aargh!" Gus moaned. "I can't hold back I'm... coming!"
I saw his hips thrust forward violently. His cock slid between the flap of her labes, and Mimi moved to meet his final hunch. I could see her thighs tense; she lifted her ass higher on the bed, as though she were screwing it down against him.
"Fuck me, you bastard!" she said. She was screaming now, passion in complete control of her body. "Fuck!" she screeched in passion. "I'm coming again!!"
I pulled the bunched shorts fiercely up against the wetness of my cunt, and I rubbed as hard as I could against my clitoris. My orgasm exploded; I felt wave after wave of pleasure burst from my cunt, firing shreds of pleasure to pierce my flesh with slivers of blinding, exquisite sensation.
I fell back against the wall. My orgasm was so intense that I needed the solidity of the wall for support. My knees were like rubber. I continued to masturbate myself, feeling the sensation growing better, stronger, reaching beyond pleasure with insatiable clawing fingers that raked across my flesh.
Suddenly I felt my come peak; it grew less intense and then began to slowly slip away. I could breathe again without fear of shattering the crystal frailty of the moment. The intensity was gone, but a rich, low pleasure spread like warm water through my cunt and down my legs and thighs.
"Holy shit," Gus mumbled. I heard their bodies fall forward against the mattress like dead weights.
"Holy shit!" he repeated.
"Good?" Mimi asked.
"Fantastic."
"Good, then get off me," she moaned. Her voice was muffled, and it sounded as though she were talking into the mattress.
Gus grunted. "Take it easy!"
"What did you do -- flood me?" Mimi asked. "I feel... feel like I'm swimming in cum."
Gus laughed. "That'll teach you."
"Get some tissues from the night table so I don't make a mess. I don't want to drip a trail of this sweet stuff into the bathroom and mess up the floor on the way there."
Bathroom!
That meant they were coming this way! How could I explain being outside their bedroom in the middle of the night? Worse, how could I explain wearing Gus' undershorts?
I crept along the wall, hidden from their view. I moved backwards rapidly, afraid to take my eyes off the bedroom door. At every moment, I expected to see either of them appear.
I had just stepped into my bedroom when I saw Mimi running naked into the bathroom. She had switched the hall light on; her body was all pink and sweaty. She was clutching a bunch of tissues to her blonde-haired cunt, and she was walking awkwardly, her thighs pressed together. Her tits bounced as she walked.
I slipped into my bed after closing my door. I snuggled under the safety of the covers, still wearing Gus' underwear. It would be safe for tonight, I knew. I could put them in the hamper in the morning before anyone else got up. In the meantime, it was good to feel them against my sated pussy.
I felt sleep creeping into my brain, and I remember hoping that my orgasm hadn't stained the shorts too badly. I had come a lot, my juices flowing heavily. It would be awfully difficult to explain to Gus how a cunt-stain got on his undershorts.
Then I laughed.
Maybe I wouldn't explain. Maybe I'd let Gus find the stain. It certainly would save a lot of time.
I pulled the shorts tight against my cunt, feeling a thick blob of something sliding down the closing canal.
Sleep tight! I told myself.