Chapter 4

They clung to each other for several minutes as their bodies slowly dried. Then they stepped apart and he looked down at her crotch. It was a mass of stringy come and the insides of her thighs were streaming with their juices. It was all the way down over her feet.

"Christ, you're a mess," he muttered.

"You're no Mister Clean yourself," she countered. "You look like you got caught in the middle of an exploding library paste factory."

"So what do we do?"

"They have a wonderful new invention," she teased, as she pointed behind him. "It's right there."

He turned and looked at the shower stall. "Very, funny. Who gets to go in first?"

She giggled like a schoolgirl and she turned her gaze down as she replied, "There's always room for. two,, in case we race and it comes out a tie."

Again the wave of conscience broke over Greg. Jesus, he'd come twice with this woman. When he decided to cheat he did it in a big way. Well, by God, it was ending now. It was going to be finished before he really got hooked. Tm getting out of this place. At once."

"You said that before," she said. "Just before you decided to fuck me."

"This time I mean it."

She turned her mouth down as she shrugged. "Go ahead, but suppose you get home and she's there. Wouldn't you look pretty, all sticky and smelling like a whorehouse."

He hesitated. She was right. His clothes would smell, even if Karen weren't home. He'd need to hide them in the hamper and she might find out. He sighed as he looked into those laughing green eyes.

"Okay, so I shower here."

"There's a good boy." She marched past him, her breasts bobbing with a firm quiver. She opened the glass shower door and stepped inside. There she turned on the water, twisting both handles at once. She squealed and leaped aside until the temperature rose and then she beckoned.

Greg sighed and stepped into the stall next to her. It was surprisingly large and he could stand without touching her. The water was warm, not too forceful, and it felt good washing over his shoulders. Sigrid lathered her hands and arms and then she handed him the soap.

"Okay, tiger, do my back."

She presented her back to him and he gripped the soap. It was a beautiful back, long and curving in sharply at her waist before the delightful twin flare of her meaty buttocks. He looked down at their dimpled cheeks and in that instant he noticed the change in himself. His cock was rising again! He sighed, almost ashamed that his prick wanted to stick itself into this creature another time, that it had some strength left to give an account of itself.

He was careful to keep the prick from touching her as he lathered a washcloth and then pressed it between her shoulders. He rubbed the wonderful warm flesh, working in circles all the way from the back of her neck down to the sharp curve of her spine. He didn't want to go lower. That would be trouble.

But, as he looked at those buttocks, it was inevitable that Greg would go lower. He had to and the cloth slipped down to the very top of the crack in her bottom. She made a small sound he could hear over the hiss of the shower, but she did not turn around. Instead she planted her feet apart and she leaned her hands against the wall to brace herself.

The cloth dropped to the floor but he didn't notice. His fingers went to each side of the crack, down over the cheeks until they were at the widest part of her bottom. He sank them into her softness and felt her flinch. The muscles tightened under his touch and, when he relaxed, they did, too. Then he kept making circles, soapy circles as he worked on each cheek until he could feel her trembling begin.

Sigrid looked over her shoulder at him, her face and hair streaming. "You're learning fast. What did you have in mind?"

He shook his head. "I really don't know. We'll both find out in a minute."

"The Greeks had a word for it."

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing. It's up to you, baby."

He moved his hands to the very bottom where her cheeks were just slightly underslung. God, she had the body of a twenty-year-old when she had to be at least fifteen years older than that. He lifted each hand and the cheeks rose. She bowed forward as he pressed into her strength, but she did not move. Her feet remained apart, her hands planted against the wall.

Greg licked his lips and allowing his anxious hips to ease forward. It was inevitable that his cock would graze a buttock and it did. It raked across her left cheek and she knew at once what was touching her. He heard her make another small sound and he grinned as the hot water streamed down his chest and belly to wash over his rod.

He slid the cock back and forth and allowed it to dip in and out of the crack for several minutes. At least he saw her look over her shoulder again. "Come on, instinct should tell you what comes next."

Yes, surprisingly, although this was a first, he knew what to do. The female body presented an opening to him and he had something to penetrate that opening, so it was the only thing to do.

He got up on his toes and shoved the cock into the top of her crack again. Then he let his body settle and the cock slipped down into the deep vastness of her crack, the knob out of sight as it burrowed into her softness, into those ample cheeks that welcomed him so completely.

He knew when he reached the anus. She flinched and he felt the cheeks suck in. He paused and waited until she began to relax. He could feel the petals of her hole begin to unfold for him. They loosened and became softer and then he began to push gently.

It was easier than he'd have believed. The end of the knob worked its way inside and, when he gave a sharp and quick lurch, the whole knob was hooked into her, held fast by the wide flange that acted as a lock. He lifted his hands to the back of her neck and he kneaded her flesh until he felt the tight muscles soften.

Then he gave another sharp push and several inches disappeared inside her body. It was remarkable the way she could accommodate inch after inch of thick prick without apparent pain. He pressed on, all the while massaging her neck and her back. He put his hands around her hips and pressed his fingers into her ribs and belly, where the muscles also relaxed for him.

With a final lurch he shot his cock all the way home. His heavy balls flapped against the backs of her thighs, and she was reaching between her legs and then up so that she could grasp at his sack. Her hands found it and gently rolled his balls from one palm to the other.

The tingling was delightful and it was transmitted at once to the base of his cock where it was sent on out toward the knob. When it reached its destination his pleasure was doubled. This was a talented woman who knew how to get the most pleasure out of a man-and how to put the most pleasure into him. His awareness was abruptly heightened as his knob became totally sensitive. He could feel everything now, as though his prick were as good at touching as his fingertips.

He could feel his cock pushing things up into her, shunting other things aside, crowding her narrowing passage as it forced its way all the way inside. He would have thought it a disgusting experience, but it was only a new and delightful experience for him. There were sensitive areas he'd never dreamed of penetrating. They were his for the taking. Greg was learning and he loved being a student.

He began to pump and her hips joined in his rhythm, just as they had a while earlier in the bathroom. This was fucking all over again, only with a twist. He reached around her hips and tried to put his hands into her cunt, but he found her hands were already there. She was taking care of herself while he worked at the back door.

So he grasped her hips tightly and began to drive. He rammed himself into her for several minutes-ejaculation would take longer because he couldn't come indefinitely without beginning to run out of sperm-and his prick' tingled more and more until he was ready to go off.

"This is it," he panted, thankful that fresh clean water was constantly washing over their bodies.

"You said it," she panted right back at him. "I'm all set to rumble. It's coming...my God! Right now! I can't stop it! Oh...I'm turning myself inside out. My fingers, that prick of yours...they should get married. I'm going to pass out. No, I can't. God damn it, I'm the strong one. I can't pass out. Who would tell you what to do? Christ but I'm making more syrup than Log Cabin ever thought of making."

Then Greg was coming, hard, as hard as he had all morning. He was pleased that he could spurt so much, could so enjoy for the third time feeling his guts collapse and then puff up, time after time, sending shooting spasms all through his body. He emptied his sack into her, wondering where the stuff would end up. Probably all the way into her stomach, if it could wind its way through those intestines. "

He expended himself, panting, driving, clinging to her hips and then raising his hands to fasten them over her slippery breasts for the final shot. She kept leaning against the wall, shuddering, her head hanging like a wet mop, sobbing, gasping, quaking as though the entire earth were moving.

When they were through they sagged, strength drained, collapsing in a heap on the shower stall tile. They were tangled together, all breasts, bottoms, arms and legs. They panted for several minutes until their breathing returned to normal and he was able to reach up and turn off the water.

He looked at her and giggled, giggled as he had when he was a teen-ager jacking off to show his friends how mature he was, how he'd already become virile enough to expend jizz from his adolescent prick. Sigrid laughed back at him, her arms going loosely around his neck. She pressed her breasts into his chest and allowed her fingers to tickle the back of his neck.

"Did that work out or did that work out?"

"It worked out." He looked down at his limp cock. "I'm finished for a week."

"like hell."

"What?"

She began to struggle to get up. "Come on, I'll show you, you're not finished. My patented treatment will make you a new man-and a big and hard man, once again."

He struggled up with her. Their knees were wobbly as they crept out of the shower. They dried one another with heavy towels, making their flesh tingle. He didn't think he would have any tingle left, but her rubdown brought it back. His body was glowing, and so was hers.

That great body. She looked as sleek as an otter as he wiped the clean droplets from her smooth, tan flesh. She purred and stretched herself as he dried her, his hands going into every hollow, over every curve. She spread her legs so he. could dry her cunt hairs and, as he worked her, he was amazed to discover his prick was losing its lifelessness.

"See?" she blurted, pointing down at him. Then she grasped his hand. "Come on."

She pulled him with her, out of the bathroom, which was steamy and damp from their marathon shower, down the hall to the bedroom-turned-gymnasium. He looked around the place again, pleased with the softness of the wall-to-wall mat under his feet. Hell, a man-or a man and a woman-could flop down just about anywhere.

"We all use this place," she said, turning to him, beautiful in her nakedness. "David and Diana are in as good a shape as I am. They're strong little kids. You'll see for yourself."

He stared at her and then down at himself. Sure enough, his cock was still coming to life. Sigrid looked down at it, too, and she laughed aloud as she dropped to her knees, abruptly and hard on the mat. Her breasts jiggled from the shock but her body took the jarring easily.

She grasped his hips and looked his prick straight in the eyes. "Ready, tiger? It's dessert time."

Tm leaving," he shot back. He was getting cold feet. He'd had enough and he didn't want her to disgrace him by outlasting him this way.

"Not without your dessert," she insisted and her arms went around his thighs.

She pulled him against her and his cock-now straight out-shot into her face. She caught it expertly on her mouth and her pursed lips kissed it. The effect was immediate, like an electric switch being thrown. He felt the shock, the tingle, the buzzing in his balls. Incredible! Yet another time! He was secretly pleased at his virility.

She didn't fool around. She knew he might go soft at any moment-he was only mortal-so her mouth opened and she rammed her face on the fat knob. It slipped inside and she pushed on quickly until she had several inches in her mouth. He felt the knob drag across the roof of her mouth, over gently nursing teeth and tongue, until it was slipping down her throat.

He was starting to come almost at once and she worked fast, pumping, her head almost a blur before him, her hands pulling his hips back and forth like pistons. Then he was once more shooting his thick jizz, feeling it well inside him, making his prick puff dangerously and then exploding into her throat. He could feel her throat muscles gulping, taking it, swallowing it all so that no drops escaped.

It was over in a few minutes and he knew the scene would be repeated before long. He wanted more. By God, he was going to get more!