Chapter 5
Lindy came home from school the following day and found a note from her mother saying that she had to change her appointment at the hair dressers and would be out until six-thirty. The girl shrugged and went to the kitchen to raid the refrigerator.
Hunger satisfied, she wandered through the apartment, looking for a way to pass the two hours or so before her mother returned. She looked into Rhonda's bedroom and started to turn away. Her eyes lit up as an idea struck her. She stepped into the room and crossed to the bureau. Pulling the top drawer out, she surveyed the neatly-folded pile of lingerie. Picking over the pile of panties, she withdrew three or four pair and crossed to the bed.
Facing the mirror, she stripped. She curled her fingers around her immature breasts and tried to push them out. Turning, she looked over her shoulder at the reflection of her small ass. She shrugged and picked up a pair of red-lace bikini panties from the bed and stepped into them.
They were stretch lace and fit well enough. They looked smaller and more transparent on Rhonda, but Lindy knew that her hips and ass weren't as well developed as her mother's. The girl struck several poses, imitating the pictures she had seen in a couple of girly magazines.
The red panties were stripped off and a pair of sheer black ones replaced them. She turned and posed several times. She was more satisfied with these panties than the previous pair. A little disappointed, she stripped them off and refolded them. As she put them in the drawer, something caught her eye. She lifted a stack of lingerie and hesitated. A long cylinder with a bullet-shaped end was at the bottom of the drawer. She picked it up and examined it. The end and sides were smooth and she found a switch on the other end.
Turning the switch, the object buzzed in her hand. Her brow knitted and she quickly turned it off. A smile broke over her face as she realized what the object was. Without hesitation, she switched it back on and lowered it to her down-covered pussy. The vibrations sent a tingle through the roots of the soft hairs and then through the firm pouting lips of her pussy. Her hips jerked involuntarily and a smile spread across her face.
"Mmmm!" she hummed as she pressed the tip between the lips and let it play over the tender flesh.
She pushed it down across the entrance to her cunt and then slowly pulled it back up through her slit. The nearer it came to her tiny love button, the more intense the sensations. It touched her clit and she shuddered. Her thighs parted wider and her knees bent, opening her pussy and making her clit an easy target.
Rubbing the vibrator slowly back and forth over her love button, her body began to sway and her eyes closed. Deep inside, she could feel the tension building at the approach of her climax. She hungrily waited and worked the buzzing blunt plastic tip faster over the sensitive little knob.
The doorbell jerked her from the brink of a climax and made her freeze.
Fear surged through her. She flicked the vibrator off and replaced it in the drawer, covering it with' lingerie. Snatching up her clothes, she ran to her bedroom and threw on her robe. The bell rang again.
Breathless with fear, she paused at the door and tried to catch her breath.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Paul," a deep voice replied.
Relieved, she took the chain off and opened the door. Paul smiled warmly and stepped inside. He looked around quickly and then turned to the girl.
"Is your mother here?" he asked, his eyes flicking over her robe. He had just realized what the girl was wearing.
"Uh, no. She's at the hairdressers. She should be back in an hour or so." Lindy felt a flush of heat as his eyes ran over her again. Her mind suddenly began to work furiously.
"Oh." Paul looked a little confused. "I guess I'll come back later."
"No!" She had said it louder than she had intended. "Uh, you can wait. It's all right."
"Well, it looked like I interrupted your bath or something," he explained.
"Oh, this? No, I just got out of my school clothes. When I heard the doorbell, I didn't think I should answer it naked." A teasing grin spread across her mouth. "No, I guess not."
"Have a seat," she offered with a motion. "Would you like a drink?"
"Yeah. That sounds like a great idea." He dropped into a chair. "Scotch, please."
"Okay. Back in a minute."
Lindy went to the bar behind him and poured a generous shot into a glass, pausing to measure it with her eyes. She gulped a large swallow from it for courage and refilled it. She walked back to his chair and handed him the glass. She sat down on the arm of the chair, her arm across the back of it behind him.
"Thank you." His eyes betrayed his nervousness from her nearness.
"How's Tommy?" Lindy felt a funny churning in her stomach from being so close to Paul.
"Okay, I guess. I haven't been home this afternoon," he replied.
Lindy shifted on the chair arm. Her hip pressed against his arm. He glanced nervously at her and sipped his Scotch. She struggled to think of something to say.
"You and Mom going out tonight?" she asked.
"No. As a matter of a fact, she didn't know that I was dropping by," he replied. His eyes paused on the leg that had become exposed by her robe slipping off it.
Lindy stole secretive glances at his lap. His cock was a faint bulge at first, but now she was sure that it had grown.
He set his empty glass on the table near the chair and tried the impossible task of relaxing. The warmth of her hip against his arm and the faint sweet smell of her body were preventing any chance of relaxing. .
Lindy crossed her legs, the robe falling away from both of them, baring them almost to the thigh. Paul noticed from the corner of his eye that the tip of her breast was pushing at the front of the robe more than it had a few minutes before. The button of her nipple was outlined quite plainly.
"It will be nice to have a daddy again," the girl cooed. Her arm pressed against his shoulders.
"Daddies aren't always nice, though." His attempt at teasing flopped.
"Oh, I think anything you did would be nice!"
"You're not very realistic, then." His tone was serious.
She could see his cock pushing against his pants, lifting the cloth. She stroked his hair.
"Oh, I don't think you could be mean to me." Her voice was soft and almost liquid. Her breath brushed his ear.
Paul felt a rush of fear. Another few minutes and he knew that he would not be able to fight the desire that was smoldering in his crotch. He shifted, trying to break the contact with the girl's body.
Suddenly, her soft lips kissed his ear and she spun off the chair arm. She looked down at him, her eyes heavy-lidded and seductive.
"Enough. For now. But someday and soon, you will give in to it," she said huskily. "Soon, Paul, you are going to fuck me."
With that she spun on her heels and started for the hall. She paused and looked over her shoulder at him. "I'm going to take a shower and jack off. I'm so hot for you that my pussy is sticky."
Paul sat in stunned silence, his eyes wide, and watched her disappear down the hall. For several seconds he sat still, his thoughts roaring in his head. The hiss of the shower stirred his mind enough to shake off his shock and clear his head. He thought about the things he had seen Lindy do and about her thoughts, and deep down he knew she was right ... someday he would.
The front door rattled and he turned to see Rhonda walk in. She smiled at him and pushed the door shut.
"Paul! What are you doing here?" Excitement flowed from her voice and body.
"Just thought I'd surprise you," he replied, standing and taking the woman in his arms and kissing her passionately.
Rhonda pulled away, a little breathless. Her hand curled around his still-bulging cock.
"Is that what you brought me?" Her voice was seductive. Her fingers squeezed.
"Sort of," he replied. "But Lindy's here. She's in the shower." He nodded toward the hall.
"That's no problem. She knows what we do." Rhonda's voice was husky with passion. Her long fingers stroked his throbbing cock through his pants. "Let's go to bed," she enticed, squeezing the hard column of flesh.
"Do you think that we should?" He looked from her face to the sound of the shower and then back to her face. He remembered what Lindy had said about what she was going to do in the shower.
"Should, Hell!" Rhonda rasped. "We've got to. I'm starved for that cock!"
He followed her into the hall and to her bedroom. He pushed the door closed and turned to find Rhonda stripping quickly.
She stood in her bra and panties, her hands behind her back, fumbling with the clasp of the pale-blue bra. Through the pale-blue matching panties he could see the dark shadow of her pussy hair. He licked his lips and started to strip, his eyes following her motions.
The large brown-tipped globes of her breasts sprang from the confining garment and she sighed softly. Paul could see the long nipples standing rigid and erect. She paused to smile at him and then hooked her fingers in her panties and pushed them tantalizingly over the swell of her hips and down over her feet. Her breasts quivered as she straightened up.
He was stripping off his shorts as she eased her naked body onto the bed and lay on her back watching him. Her legs were parted slightly and the deep pink inner flesh of her pussy glistened. The firm mounds of her breasts flattened a little, exaggerating the length of her erect nipples.
Tossing his shorts aside, he turned to face her. Rhonda's eyes widened as she saw his rock-hard cock standing out from his crotch. She licked her bps and eased her hand across her belly, dipping her fingers into her already-juicy cunt. Paul stood for a moment looking down at her.
He bent and pulled her legs farther apart and crawled on his knees between them, pausing to look down at her wet pussy. A moan escaped Rhonda's lips as she misjudged his intention. She thought that he was going to ram his cock into her without foreplay or preliminaries.
"God, your cunt looks good!" he rasped.
His body bent and she watched wide-eyed and open-mouthed as he lowered his face toward her pussy, holding her breath with expectation. His hot breath raked her pulsing pussy, tickling the matted curly hair. She felt his lips brush the soft hot lips of her cunt and she gasped. His tongue lashed out suddenly and probed the slippery folds of her cunt, teasing the gaping hole and then sliding slowly up to the top of the slit to touch her tiny love button.
Rhonda's body jerked and her back arched, pushing her hot steamy pussy up to his mouth. Her fingers groped and found his head, tangling in his hair and pulling his head tighter to her crotch. His slight stubble of beard scraped the tender skin of her thighs as she squeezed them around his face.
"Oooooh, yes! Suck it!" she groaned.
Her neck strained and her eyes were clenched shut. Her full red lips were pulled back over her teeth in a grimace. His tongue probed and teased at her clit. Each time he touched it, she jerked.
His strong hands slipped under her round ass and, cupping a cheek in each, he lifted her ass higher. Her thigh muscles were trembling and her toes were curled under from the strain.
"Oh! Oh! It's ... it's coming!" she rasped.
Paul worked faster, lapping at her oozing cunt, flicking her love button. Her fingernails raked his scalp. She arched her back higher, every muscle in her body straining. He caught the erect button of her clit between his lips and sucked it, his tongue playing back and forth over it.
"AHHhhhhh!" Rhonda gurgled. Her body shuddered and a fresh flood of juices surged from her gaping cunt.
Paul licked and sucked hungrily at her fleshy-lipped cunt, lapping her juices and nipping lightly at the lips. Rhonda thrashed and rolled as her climax racked her straining body.
Slowly her body relaxed and she eased back to the bed. Paul's hands still cupped and massaged her ass-cheeks. His tongue sliced slowly up and down through the lips of her cunt. The fog lifted from her mind a little and she reached to pull him up on top of her.
Paul resisted her urging and flicked at her clit again, sending shivers through her. She felt his hands pull from under her ass and slide up to pull the lips of her cunt apart. His tongue pressed flat against the gaping slit, and he licked the full length of it, pausing to twirl her love button for a few seconds.
"Oh, God! Oh! Oh! Oooooh, yessss!" Rhonda hissed.
Tremors of lust ran through her and she felt the fires of passion burst into full flame again. Her legs flexed and she clamped his head between her thighs. His tongue stroked and laved at her cunt and clit, driving her higher and higher.
Paul caught her legs and pushed them up, her knees bending as they rose. His fingers pressed into the insides of her thighs, close to her knees, and pushed her legs open. His tongue was raking from ass-hole to clit and back. His nails scraped her sensitive legs as his hand slid down to her taut ass-cheeks. His fingers stroked at her ass-hole, teasing the puckered hole. A strange surge of sensations shot through Rhonda.
His finger probed lightly at the ring of muscle, pushing the tip against the resistance. Rhonda groaned and shook. His tongue was laving her clit, flicking and twirling the hard little-button. His finger pressed again at her ass-hole, pushing deeper. Suddenly, Rhonda felt the finger penetrate her and sink slowly into her tight dry hole. She groaned a little louder and wiggled her ass.
The feel of his finger probing her ass-hole was stirring strange new sensations in Rhonda. Her cunt convulsed and clenched. Her clit vibrated against his tongue. Deeper and deeper it plunged until she felt his knuckles against her ass cheeks. His lips caught her love button and his teeth nipped gently at the swollen knob.
The heat of lust was like a liquid fire running through her. Rhonda felt all inhibitions slipping away. Her ass-hole opened to the intrusion of his finger. In the fog of her passion she wondered how his cock would feel plunged into her puckered hole.
Paul moved his finger, massaging the walls of her ass-hole and Rhonda squealed. Thundering pulses of sensation ran through her. She jerked and bounced. His mouth worked at her clit with a frenzy. His finger probed and pushed deep inside her ass.
"Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! Aaagggnnn!" Rhonda cried as she felt the crash of another climax shatter her mind and shake her body. Wave after wave of nearly-unbearable pleasure roared through her. She clawed at his head. Twisting on the bed, she tugged at his body.
"Your cock!" she gurgled. "I want your fucking cock in my mouth!"
A fresh surge of passion and heat ran through him. Still licking her drooling cunt, he swiveled his body around over hers and lowered his gorged throbbing cock to her face. Her fingers grasped it and pulled it to her open mouth. First the heat of her breath wafted over the swollen head and then the wet heat of her mouth closed around it.
Rhonda pulled his cock into her mouth hungrily, her tongue circling the hot head. She sucked it deeper and deeper until it pressed against the back of her throat. Her fingers cupped and squeezed his balls, rolling them gently. His tongue lashed at her cunt. Her clit felt as if it were on fire.
Pushing slowly at his balls and belly, she set the pace. His cock slid in and out of her sucking, clenching mouth. She could feel the heat in his cock and the pound of his pulse in it as he lost himself more and more to the sensations of her cock-sucking.
"Mmmmph!" Rhonda gurgled around his cock as she came again.
His cock was plunging in and out of her mouth and she found herself hungry for the taste and feel of his come. She wanted him to fill her belly full of the hot thick fluid. His ass was bucking faster as he neared the explosion point.
Their bodies thrashed and bounced together. Paul's cock rammed into her throat again and again. Rhonda sucked it noisily, coaxing the flood of his come. She felt his body jerk and then stiffen. She pushed him up until only the head of his jerking cock remained in her mouth.
Thick jets of hot come sprayed into her mouth. Rhonda swallowed quickly, making room for the next gusher. He was moaning and gasping into her pussy with each spurt. The last mouthful dribbled from his cock and she mouthed the throbbing tool gently, licking the remains of it from the head and shaft.
Reluctantly, she let his cock slide from her lips and he rolled off her onto his back. He lay gasping like a fish out of water. She licked her lips and trembled.
"Paul," Rhonda whispered hoarsely, "I can't stand this much longer."
"What?" He was still a little breathless.
"Grabbing a quicky when he can manage it." She rolled on her side to look at him.
"Well, it won't be for much longer. Another week," he replied, trying to reassure her.
"I can't wait. Let's either get married tomorrow or let's live together or something." Her tone was serious and a little desperate.
He looked at her for several seconds, trying to assess her feelings and seriousness. He knew almost immediately that she was serious.
"Well, we could move the ceremony up a week, I guess. A lot of our friends would be disappointed, though."
"Fuck our friends! I want you, here in my bed, every night." Her tone was almost pleading.
"Okay. I'll make the arrangements. We already have the license and the paperwork done so all I have to do is find a judge or justice of the peace," he relented.
"Thank you!" She snuggled closer and nuzzled his chin.
"I'll take the day off tomorrow. That will give us a long weekend to get moved and honeymoon."
"Moving can wait. I want the honeymoon, first."
"What about the kids? We'll have to keep them out of school for the ceremony and then what about the weekend? They will have to stay with someone."
"No. We will do it without them and we will honeymoon right here. In this bed!" she growled playfully.
"You're crazy, you know!" he chuckled.
"Yeah, crazy for that cock of yours." She curled her fingers around his flaccid tool and stroked it to emphasize her point.
"Better cut that out or you'll get results," he teased.
"That's what I want," she retorted.