Randy Guy: Hot bed neighbors

She screamed and thrashed as a perverted ecstasy surged through her body. He ravaged her ass, pouring cum, yelling. Then she realized he had pulled his cock out.

She saw Ken stagger off toward the small bathroom.

She lay with her legs dangling limply over the edge of the cases of coffee cans. Her asshole leaked white-streaked brown goo. She couldn't get her asshole to close tightly. She lay wiped out, exhausted emotionally and physically. And she felt the pain coming on now. She smiled faintly.

"Oh, shit!" she whispered. And she laughed. She laughed so hard her belly shook and her guts hurt even more.

When Ken returned a few minutes later she was sitting up, looking down at herself with distaste.

He handed her a roll of toilet paper and some wet paper towels. "You want to do that again sometimes?" he asked.

"Don't watch me. Okay?" She wiped herself. "I'm not going to be here after Friday. I'm quitting."

Ken spun around. "What?"

"I'm moving to Texas. I know a guy there. He wants me. And he makes very good money. We've been talking on the phone a lot lately. Sorry."

Polly shed her paisley robe and stepped into the large, two-nozzle shower stall with Wyoma. "We might as well share."

Wyoma turned in surprise. The sudden close proximity of the smaller, sexy, green-eyed woman made her blink rapidly. Somehow, Polly Wilson looked more naked than any woman had a right to be. Suddenly Wyoma was embarrassed by her own nakedness.

Polly closed the stall door. "You like it hot, medium?"

Wyoma was very conscious of Polly's small, voluptuous white body. Her own large tits – hanging like huge white pears on her thin chest seemed ill-formed and pendulous.

How had she gotten here? Everything had happened so naturally, and so fast! They'd met at the park laundromat. Polly had struck up a conversation, they'd chatted, liked each other, agreed to have coffee in the Wilson mobile home. Somehow, a few minutes ago, Polly had stumbled in the kitchen and spilled a tray with cream and sugar onto Wyoma and herself. And Polly had insisted Wyoma shower right away.

Now she was stark naked in the shower with Polly! Polly adjusted the nozzles to spray lower to avoid wetting Wyoma's honey-blonde hair and her own red hair.

Wyoma's blue eyes were drawn to Polly's big nipples and, lower, to the tiny woman's thin patch of tightly curled red pussy hair.

Polly turned on the water, mixing hot with cold till the spray was hot but not scalding. She took up a bar of soap. She smiled and lathered her small, delicate hands.

"Do you like having fun?" Her voice reverberated in the tiled shower stall, competing with the hiss of the water.

"I suppose so." Wyoma was captivated by the strange intensity of Polly's green-eyed gaze. An almost pleasant fear gripped the pit of her stomach. She watched Polly's hands acquire a generous covering of sweet-smelling lather.

"Do you like the sensual aspects of life? Like the sheer pleasure of having hot water needling down on your body now?"

Wyoma nodded. The hot spray was teasing her nipples to full, puffed extension. It made her nipples itchy and spread a slow warmth in her low slung tits.

"Willing to let me soap you?" Polly didn't wait for a reply. Her small hands came up to spread on Wyoma's tits.

Wyoma gasped. She lurched backward against the cool tiles. Her arms jerked half way up to defend her tits, then drooped to her sides. She said, wide-eyed: "What are you doing?"

Polly flashed a sexy, engaging, provocative smile. Her hands returned – unopposed – to Wyoma's tits. Her slippery fingers and palms glided over the full, pointed tit flesh. She followed the lush contours under the big tits, and trailed fingers up to the swollen nipples.

Polly's smile became confidential and knowing. "You know what I'm doing. Feels nice, doesn't it?"

Wyoma's heart was thudding. She licked her lips. She couldn't answer. But she admitted to herself it did feel nice. Very nice! She stood, tense, and watched Polly caress her tits. Her flesh glistened, wet and soapy.

"I'm not a lesbian!" Wyoma said.

Polly giggled. "Neither am I! But I like a little variety. And I know how much fun a woman can be in bed. And I like to play with a woman's body. And I like to give pleasure to a lovely woman like you, whose never done anything like that!"

Polly continued fondling Wyoma's full, taut tits. Now her hands roamed farther – down to the tall woman's slender waist, to the flare of her lean hips, and farther around to the small of her back.

Polly pulled Wyoma close.

Wyoma's breath came fast. She felt strange, as if she wasn't in control of herself, and noted with mild alarm that her arms were enclosing Polly in an embrace… and that her head was lowering for a kiss.

Polly whispered. "Yes, darling." Their mouths touched hesitantly – and then they kissed passionately.

Wyoma sank into a whirlpool of lust. Polly's mouth was so incredibly soft and sweet and hot. She touched tongues and went crazier with lust! She moaned helplessly and pressed her cunt against Polly's cunning hand and fingers. Her clit was inflamed.

The pelting spray had gradually become lukewarm as the hot water was exhausted.

Polly broke the electrifying kiss after a moment. "Let's go into the bedroom."

Wyoma followed. She would have followed the small, daring woman anywhere.

Dripping wet, they got onto the bed and rolled and played on the wide-welted chenille bedspread. Their bodies were dried in a moment.

Polly reclaimed Wyoma's willing mouth. Her hand pressed a finger into Wyoma's slippery cunt, into the deep fuck hole.

Wyoma wriggled and panted. She pulled her mouth free. She asked shakily: "What do you use? A vibrator?"

"If you like, darling. I have vibrators and dildos and all kinds of toys for women. But now I want to go down on you. I want to eat your sweet cunt! I want to drive you crazy!"

Wyoma shivered. "All right. All right. Do it!"

Polly pushed her head between Wyoma's slender thighs. She spread them farther apart and studied the long, pink pussy slit for a few seconds. The cunt lips were slightly parted and the glistening pink flesh showed the large cunt hole, and above it in the groove lurked the swollen pink clit.

Polly smiled to herself. Wyoma had been easy. The woman was pleasure-starved. Her husband was probably getting something on the side somewhere. He would be easy to seduce, too. She and Jim would have a new couple to play with for a few months – until they had to move on again.

Polly blew on Wyoma's slick cunt lips. She smiled at the tall, slender woman's surprised jerk. Then she pressed her face close to the clean, damp cunt and fucked her tongue between the pussy lips.

Wyoma has been startled by the tantalizing breath of air. She lay with one arm across her eyes. She gasped when Polly's tongue slithered into her cunt. She tensed, then relaxed, then stiffened as the snakelike tongue darted up the juicy pink cunt slot to strike at her hard, pea-like clit. The little pleasure organ was stiff under the delicious tongue-stroking. She chewed her lower lip in embarrassed lust.

Polly didn't stop. She pressed forward even more and worked her greedy lips into the juicy pink gorge. She clamped onto Wyoma's clit and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue danced over the supersensitive blood-engorged tissues.

Wyoma gasped. "Oh! Oh, hilly! I've never felt anything so good!" She lifted her head to stare in blue-eyed amazement at the way Polly was eating her cunt – wildly, snuffling like an animal, and always sucking the clit, always lashing her tongue-tip over it.

Wyoma let her head drop back to the spread. She gasped loudly. She arched her back and writhed. She dug strong fingers into the bed and panted open-mouthed.