Chapter 4
Paul and Rhonda entered the apartment a little after midnight and found Tommy clothed and asleep on the sofa. A quick search by Rhonda found Lindy lying across her bed asleep and fully clothed.
"Looks like we'll have to do without tonight," Paul whispered, looking over Rhonda's shoulder at Lindy's sleeping body.
Rhonda turned slowly to face him, a sultry smile on her face. She shook her head slowly and squeezed his cock through his slacks. Her fingers brought his prick to an alert state. She could feel it beginning to grow.
She led him quietly to her bedroom and closed the door. He reached for her, but she pushed his hands aside. Dropping to the edge of the bed, she sat with her legs apart and pulled her dress up, an inch at a time, exposing stocking tops and a garter belt, then white thighs. Paul sucked his breath in sharply. He hadn't seen stockings and a garter belt in several years. His cock jerked erect and pushed heatedly against the front of his slacks.
Rhonda watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, her tongue licking her full red lips seductively. For a moment Paul was at loss as to what she was doing. Then slowly it dawned on him. She was putting on a show for him. He shifted from one foot to the other, nervous with excitement.
The hem of her dress moved slowly upward until he saw the black-lace panties between the white columns of her full thighs. His temples pounded with passion. Her long red fingernails scraped over her stockings with a whispery rasp. She moved them slowly up over the bare skin of her thighs and then raked the black-lace panties.
He glanced up to her face and found her watching his reaction intently. Her eyes sparkled devilishly and she smiled. His eyes dropped back to her crotch. Her fingers stroked at her pussy through the panties, pushing into the crease between the fleshy lips.
"Let me see that gorgeous cock!" she demanded in a husky whisper.
As if in a trance, he obeyed, unzipping his fly and reaching in and extracting his swollen cock. It pulsed slowly in the cradle of his fingers, the blunt dark head bobbing.
"Mmmmm! Looks delicious!" she rasped.
Rhonda's fingers rubbed deeper into the crevice in the black lace. Her fingers hooked the elastic edge of the crotch and pulled it aside, baring her glistening pussy. Her finger dipped immediately into it, stroking and probing as her eyes remained fixed on his cock.
"Stroke it!" she hissed.
Paul hesitated, his eyes staring at her fingers in her cunt. He had never jacked off in front of anyone. He only paused for a second. Her exhibition had his lust stirred up to the point of dropping his inhibitions. His hand began stroking the shaft of his cock, squeezing the head. He heard her gasp softly.
Rhonda slumped a little, one hand holding the crotch of her panties aside, the other massaging her drooling pussy. Her breathing was getting harsh and ragged and her mouth drooped. Her hips were jerking slightly with the sensations that her fingers were evoking in her cunt.
Paul watched her, almost hypnotized by her abandon. His hand moved faster over the hard shaft of his cock. He squeezed the spongy head with each stroke, sending a wave of pleasure through the throbbing flesh. His blood pounded in his veins and his breath whistled through his parted lips.
Rhonda was caught up in the fever of her lust. Her body jerked and bounced, her eyes fixed on his stroking hand and his swollen cock. Her fingers tore at the slippery flesh of her pussy. She grunted and gurgled as she worked on her cunt.
"Uuuuh! Uhhhh!" her voice chanted.
Her dress was bunched around her waist, her legs spread wide apart. She paused a moment, then stripped the black panties off and tossed them aside. Her deep pink inner lips gleamed at Paul, the shadowy hole within opening and closing slowly. Her fingers stabbed at the oozing orifice, the other hand rolling and stroking the red erect button at the top of her slit.
Suddenly her hand reached for him. "Your cock! Give me your cock!" she demanded.
Paul stepped to her and attempted to push her on her back. She shrugged him off and grasped his throbbing cock, pulling him closer. Her head bent and her mouth closed over the bulbous head, bathing it in wet heat. Her fingers continued their work on her cunt as she sucked and tongue his cock.
Paul ground his teeth together against the intense sensations that she was causing with her mouth. His hands grabbed her head, tangling in her hair and pulled her wet mouth farther down over his straining flesh. His hips moved slowly, working his cock in and out of her throat. Her tongue laved the head and squeezed the sensitive underside. All traces of inhibition left Paul and he fucked her clutching mouth with abandon. Animal sounds seeped out around his cock from her throat. He was vaguely aware of the sucking sounds of her mouth and the wet sound of her fingers in her pussy.
The pressure mounted and reached the bursting point. His hips pistoned back and forth, driving his cock into her throat with a frenzy. Her free hand clutched his flexing ass-cheeks, pulling him into her mouth. Paul raised to his tiptoes and groaned. He rammed his cock into her throat and lost contact with the rest of the world as the thick streams of his come burst from him and filled her mouth.
Rhonda whimpered when she felt the jerk of his cock and then tasted the sharp hot come. Her pussy convulsed and she began to shudder as she crashed into her climax. With each geyser of his come, she shuddered again and her cunt convulsed into a more intense climax. Her fingers were drenched with her oozing juices.
The final stream of come filled her mouth and slid down her throat, and she mouthed his throbbing cock gently, trying to coax just a few more drops from it. He pushed her head away gently and he stepped back, knees weak and shaking. She licked the few drops that clung to her lips and chin and let her hand slide from between her thighs.
"Delicious come!" she whispered.
"Delicious mouth!" he retorted.
She lifted her slippery fingers to his face. "Smell," she said. "That's what sucking you off did for my pussy."
He grasped her wrist and pulled the wet fingers to his mouth and licked the slippery juice from them, savoring the sweet taste. Rhonda moaned and looked up at him dreamily.
"You had better get out of here before I drag you to bed and say the hell with the kids!" she ordered, pulling her hand from his mouth and rising, her dress falling to cover her pussy.
"Keep talking like that and I'll be the one dragging," he replied.
Her answer to that was to turn and open the door and step into the hall. Paul followed her on tiptoe, bumping into her when she stopped at Lindy's door. A motion of her hand directed his eyes into the semi-dark room.
Lindy lay on her stomach, still dressed. Her legs were spread and her ass rose and fell, slowly. Paul stared for a second before he saw the girl's hands between her thighs. A surge of fresh lust boiled up in him. He glanced at the girl's face and was sure that she was asleep. He licked his dry lips and gazed transfixed as Lindy's ass moved faster and her body began to jerk.
The desire that welled up in Paul's loins was recognizable as lust, but the sensation was somehow different. He knew that and was sure that it was due to the scene that he was viewing. A hand closed over the bulge of his cock in his slacks and he jumped. He looked down into the leering grin on Rhonda's face. Her ass was pressed against his cock and her fingers worked between them, massaging the swollen rod of his cock.
The soft squeak of the bed drew his eyes back to the girl's body. He felt his cock jerk in Rhonda's hand. Before he knew it, his zipper was open and she had pulled his cock out into the open. His eyes shot back to the woman's face, shock and lust mixing in his expression. Her hands pulled up her dress and pushed the head of his throbbing cock down between the globes of her ass cheeks and between her thighs. He felt the hot wet lips of her pussy slipping over his sensitive skin.
His groan was almost too loud. He trembled and flexed his knees, dropping his body, his hands gripping her waist. Her slim fingers manipulated his cock-head into the drooling opening of her cunt, her body bending at the waist a little. Suddenly, the head of his cock was inside her boiling hole. He pressed it forward, sinking slowly to the depths of her clutching cunt.
A soft sigh escaped Rhonda's lips as she wiggled her ass against the front of his slacks, working his cock a little deeper into her. He saw her face turn toward the figure on the bed and his eyes followed hers.
Lindy's face was contorted in an expression of lust, her eyes still closed in sleep. Her ass bounced up and down, driving her crotch back and forth over her hands. Her mouth was open and small grunts were coming from it.
Paul felt Rhonda's cunt clench around his cock and fresh warm juice wet his cock. Her body trembled under his hands and she pushed back against his cock, harder, moving her ass from side to side. He gripped her waist tighter and pulled her back. His cock was surging in her molten cunt, his balls beginning to draw up against his body. He bit his lip to keep from moaning and he pulled his cock slowly back until only the head remained in her cunt. His hips flexed and he rammed his cock back into her.
Rhonda jerked with the plunge of his rock-hard cock and her cunt convulsed again as she came again. Her body was shaking violently, her cunt squeezing his cock in a vise-like grip.
Paul looked back to the girl and saw her beginning to thrash in the throes of a climax. Her ass dropped and she ground her cloth-covered cunt against her hands. Her toes curled and her teeth clenched, her lips pulled tight across them.
Paul slammed his cock into Rhonda one final time, grinding against her. His balls jerked and his cock surged. Hot streams of thick come gushed into her. He threw his head back and clamped his eyes shut, shaking with pleasure. With each spurt of come, he felt Rhonda's cunt grip his cock tighter and push back harder against him.
The final shudder ran through them and they hung motionless. Slowly, Rhonda felt Paul relax. She eased forward, letting his cock slip from her, and she straightened up. Her eyes glanced at Lindy and she saw the girl looking back at her. Rhonda froze. Before she could react, the girl winked at her and smiled and then closed her eyes.
Paul's hands, urging her to move, brought motion to Rhonda's body. Her head spun as she realized that Lindy had been awake all along and had put on the show for their benefit. She wobbled rather than walked into the living room, Paul right behind her.
Paul turned her around and kissed her long and hard, his tongue probing her mouth. His hands stroked her ass through the dress. Releasing her, he whispered, "Thank you."
"Thank you," she whispered.
"I'll call you tomorrow," he promised, kissing her nose.
"You better," she threatened teasingly.
He stepped away from her and looked at her body for a second and smiled. Stepping to the sofa, he shook his son's sleeping form. The boy stirred and looked up at him.
"Time to go," Paul said.
"Okay," Tommy replied sleepily. He swung his feet to the floor and stood up, pausing to stretch.
"Goodnight, Rhonda," Paul turned to say, kissing her quickly.
"Goodnight, Paul. Goodnight, Tommy," she said.
"'Night," the boy mumbled, staggering a little. The door closed behind the two males, and Rhonda stood for a minute staring at the door. She turned, her face looking a little worried and went to Lindy's room.
The girl sat propped up in bed, the bedside lamp on. She smiled strangely. Rhonda paused just inside the room for a second and then crossed to the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Hi, Mom," the girl said softly, the unnerving smile still there.
"Lindy," Rhonda said hesitantly, "that wasn't very nice."
"What wasn't?"
"Putting on that show." Rhonda had a feeling that she was losing the contest before she even started.
"It wasn't a show. I could hear you and Paul getting it on and I was turned on. I couldn't go back to sleep so I solved my problem. I didn't know that the two of you would come out when you did. I didn't even hear you until you started coming." She wasn't even trying to be innocent.
Rhonda looked down at her hands and tried to gather her thoughts.
"If you enjoy sex, why can't I?"
The question blew any hope of prevailing to the winds. Rhonda shrugged and grinned sheepishly at her daughter.
"I guess you are right. I've been acting like a two-faced bitch, haven't I?"
"No," Lindy replied. She sat up and hugged her mother. "You are just concerned and you love me.
"I do love you and I am concerned. Maybe you have a better outlook than I do about sex. I had a different world to grow up in than you do. I'll try to get over it." She stroked her daughter's hair.
A thought slipped into Rhonda's mind. She paused and looked down at the top of Lindy's head. "What did you and Tommy do for entertainment tonight?" Her voice was tense.
"Fucked." The word came out of the girl's mouth so easily.
Rhonda stiffened. Her mind raced through imagined pictures. She thought of the boy and his body. She tried to picture him naked, pumping his cock into Lindy. Her pussy twitched with the thought, and she felt the slippery come that Paul had shot into her oozing from between the lips of her cunt and wetting her thighs.
A strange feeling seeped into her and grew. Her mind dwelled on the thought of Tommy's body. She wondered if his cock looked like Paul's and how big it was. The strange sensation swelled inside her and she felt her pussy getting warmer and wetter. She realized that the wetness wasn't all Paul's come. She was getting hot.
"Mom?" Lindy's voice broke her trance. "Huh?"
"You all right? You're awfully quiet." The girl moved back and looked at her.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine. That word just took me by surprise."
"Oh." Lindy looked at her for several seconds. Her gaze made Rhonda a little uncomfortable. Her eyes flicked away.
"He's pretty good, too. His cock is beautiful." The strange smile had returned to Lindy's lips.
A flush ran over Rhonda and she fidgeted. Her pussy was itching unbearably. She shifted and looked back to her daughter. Her eyes almost pleaded for the girl to stop.
"It's late. You had better get to sleep," the woman mumbled.
With a shrug, Lindy swung around her and off the bed. She stripped off her blouse and jeans. Rhonda watched. The cones of the girl's budding breasts juggled as she moved, the dark nipples rigid. Rhonda tried to divert her eyes but failed. She glanced down at the juncture of the girl's slim thighs. The light-colored, soft hair looked damp and matted. Another flush ran over Rhonda as she speculated as to whether it was Tommy's come.
Lindy dropped a gown over her head and wiggled into it. She turned with a smile and crawled onto the bed. " 'Night, Mom."
"Oh! Goodnight, dear," Rhonda said, breaking her trance and kissing the girl's cheek.
She switched off the lamp and fled from the room, turning into the bathroom and closing the door. She leaned against the hard door and closed her eyes. Her mind spun as she tried to suppress the wild and strange feelings that were boiling up in her. Her pussy was on fire. The insides of her thighs were drenched with a mixture of her juices and Paul's come.
She forced herself upright and stripped off her clothes quickly. Glancing into the mirror, she saw the panic in her face. She paused and tried to control herself. Her eyes fell on the reflection of her full breasts. The nipples were dark and swollen. The button centers were rigid and extended. She licked her lips and turned away from the mirror. Her knees were weak and shaky. She tried to relax.
Hands in her lap, she leaned her head back against the wall and shut her eyes. Pictures raced through her mind. Naked bodies. Lindy's small breasts. Paul's long hard cock. Lindy's damp pussy hair. Tommy appeared in her mind. A crystal-clear picture of his naked body, his cock hard and throbbing.
Her eyes popped open. She realized that her thighs were open and her fingers were stroking the slippery inner lips of her pussy. She tried to pull them away, but the sensation was too overpowering. Her hips flexed and her clit throbbed. She touched it and her whole body shook as she crashed into a climax. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes again, surrendering to the passion of her body. Tommy's cock bobbed in her mind's eye. Her fingers rolled her love button and she gasped softly. Her mouth opened as if to receive the imaginary cock and she shuddered into another climax.
Her pussy was drenched, coating her stroking fingers with her slippery juices. Her mouth worked as she fantasized. She felt a hunger to taste and feel the boy's cock. Each thought set off another small climax, drawing her higher and higher. Her legs flexed. Her fingers rolled and stroked her clit, two fingers of the other hand buried in her slushy cunt.
Her head rolled from side to side, her eyes clenched shut, her wheezing breath pouring from her drooping lips. Her flailing fingers tore at her pussy, making wet sounds. As she drew nearer the brink of a consuming climax, her mind conjured wild fantasies. Huge cocks spurting globs of come. Boys and men pistoning their cocks into her pussy and her mouth. Suddenly, from the tangle of thoughts and imagination, came a pussy oozing with come. Her tongue thrust out of her mouth to touch the illusion. She could almost taste the pussy and the come.
Her fingers were a blur. Her back arched. She jerked once, then again. The two fingers plunged to the knuckles in her spasming pussy and she gasped. Her body shook and jerked for long seconds as her climax crashed through her. Colors burst in her head and every cell and sinew in her body vibrated as the overpowering passion racked her body.
She slumped, her body heavy, exhausted and panting. For several minutes she sat on the floor, unable to move. Slowly, she regained her strength and her breathing evened out.
Rhonda finally staggered to her feet and made it to the shower. The steaming water hissed over her throbbing body and brought her almost back to her senses. She dried slowly and staggered to the bed. Collapsing, she fell into a deep dreamless sleep.