Kelly Lane - Wet and ready

I took the soapy cloth and rubbed it vigorously between my legs. My hand was flat against my cunt and my legs were wide open. The wetness of the cloth felt exciting against my cunt; with one finger, I carefully pushed the cloth up inside of my hole and swabbed out the tender lining of my cunt.

I shuddered at the contact. My cunt was almost rubbed raw from yesterday's fuck-session with Gus, and I cleaned myself gently. After we had fucked that first time on the couch, we rested awhile in each other's arms, and I aroused Gus again by sucking on his cock. The organ was flaccid, and it took me a little time to get it hard again. He confessed that he and Mimi almost never fucked more than once in the same night; they used to when they were first married, but that had been a long time ago.

"I'm not an old lady," I told him, perhaps cruelly since I really had nothing against Mimi except that she was Gus' wife. "I'm very passionate. I have a hot body, and if you want me, you're going to have to fuck me more than once to satisfy my needs."

Almost reluctantly, Gus agreed. I sucked his cock into a rigid state of erection. I slurped up and down the cock, and Gus moaned and said he felt as though he were going to come again. I pulled my mouth away, and he asked me if he could come in my mouth.

"Not this time," I told him. "I'm still not finished fucking."

"Can I come in your mouth one time?" Gus asked.

I jerked my hand up and down his cock. It was all wet from my saliva and the mixture of his own sperm and my cunt juice from fucking. "Certainly," I said.

"Good. I'd like that."

"It sounds as though you never get it that way."

Gus grinned. "I don't. Mimi doesn't like it. She won't let me do it."

I smiled at him and kissed the tip of his cock. "Well, I'll let you. I'll even swallow it."

He tried to push his cock up into my mouth. "Yes, I'd like that."

I stuck my tongue into the opening at the tip and I slid it back and forth. "Is there anything else she won't let you do?"

"Just one thing. Ass-fuck her. She says it hurts."

I'd never been ass-fucked, and I could well imagine it might hurt, but I smiled at Gus and said, "You can fuck my ass anytime you want." I bent forward again and slurped the tip of his cock.

Gus groaned and said that he was ready.

"Not here," I told him, feeling very hot again myself. "In the bedroom. On your bed."

Gus gave me a half-comprehending look.

"I want to be comfortable this time," I lied. "We need a big bed. We have to be naked this time."

He accepted without another word, and we marched into his bedroom. We undressed this time, and we made love on Gus and Mimi's bed. First I let him eat my cunt, and then I turned over and he fucked me the way I had seen him fuck his wife. After it was over we slept, and I sucked him erect a third time and let him come in my mouth. His sperm was hot and thin, and little more than a dribble oozed from his cock, but Gus insisted it was fantastic. That made me feel good.

Something rubbed at my consciousness, and I suddenly was back again in the shower. My thinking of Gus and what had happened aroused me again, and I realized I had stuffed the soapy washcloth up my cunt until almost half of it was inside me.

I pulled cm the remaining half, and the thick lump of the wet cloth pulled out of my cunt. The cloth was rough; it scraped and irritated the walls of my cunt, but as it fell out, the pleasure was so intense, I almost had a spontaneous orgasm.

The washcloth fell to the floor of the shower with a wet plop, and my legs felt weak and shaken. My cunt was burning and I ached to relieve it.

I had just put my hand against my cunt, just touched the wet hair and the swollen bud of my clitoris, when I heard again the sound that had first broken into my awareness moments ago when I was remembering yesterday with Gus. Above the roar of the shower, I thought I heard something.

I opened the door of the stall a crack and listened; I was just about to return to the shower when I heard it again. It was the doorbell.

I cursed to myself, thinking that it was Mimi and Gus returning from the beach. But then I realized it was the front door and not the back. If it were they, they wouldn't come through the front door. And why would they even ring the bell? The door was open.

I shut the shower. I could hear the bell clearly now, and I was annoyed both at being interrupted when I was aroused and at the prospect of leaving the warmth of the shower. Even though I was hot when I came into the shower, the air seemed cold now to my wet skin and I began to shiver.

The doorbell rang again. "Just a minute!" I shouted to whoever it was.

I stepped out of the shower, and my skin puckered up from the cold. I shivered then cursed out loud when I realized I hadn't brought my bathrobe into the bathroom with me. And my clothing was dirty and in the hamper.

Indecision caught me, and when the bell rang again, I shouted. "One minute!"

I grabbed the bath towel and quickly wiped it up and down my legs, over my back, and between my tits.

The doorbell rang again.

"Coming!" I screamed. I wrapped the towel loosely around me, fastening it near my tits as I tucked under one flap. It held, but not too securely.

I opened the bathroom door and ran half-nude down the hall to the front door. The bell rang again as I got there.

"Yes?" I asked, putting my ear to the door. I was cold and a puddle of water was collecting at my feet.

"Mayfair's!" a voice announced through the door. "Package for Mrs. G. Wells."

From yesterday's shopping, I realized. Mimi was having it delivered.

"All right," I shouted. My hair was wet and it dripped coldly down my back. "Leave it out there. I'll pick it up in a moment."

"Can't," the voice explained. I tried to place the voice, but the thickness of the door disguised it too well. "Ya gotta sign for it."

Shit! "Can't you just leave it?"

"Nope. Ya gotta sign. Ya want me to return it to the store?"

I thought for a moment. "No, dammit! Just a second, I'll open the door."

I held the towel tightly to my tits, tucking the end flap under me so that the front of the towel pulled tightly across my tits. I could feel beads of water rolling out from under the wide swell of my boobs, making cold trickles down my body.

I opened the door, poking my head out and hiding my body behind the door. I held the tucked-in part of the towel, slipping my hand into the doubled-over material so that my fingers rested against my breast.

"Could you hand it to me?" I asked.

The delivery man was fantastic-looking. He had long blond hair and a blond mustache. His eyes were deep blue. He looked about twenty-three or twenty-four. He smiled at me, and I could tell he guessed my dilemma.

"Sure," he said, smiling broadly. His blue eyes twinkled out at me. He held the package up for me, just far enough away so that I had to reach for it, exposing a broad expanse of my wet shoulder.

"Hummmmmm. You're all wet. Must be hot in there."

I took the package and tossed it inside on the chair next to the door. "It looks like it's hot out there, too," I answered.

"Gee," he said. "I'd like a drink of water."

"I'm sure that's not all you'd like," I said, smiling. I began to close the door, but my knees began to go weak at the idea that had suddenly popped into my brain.

"Not yet." He stopped the closing door with his hand. "You have to sign the receipt."

I stared intently at him and he smiled back at me. The exciting spontaneous idea that had jumped into my brain was almost obsessive now, and I found myself thinking of nothing else. My cunt throbbed, still excited from before, and now it ached even more with excitement. I stared at the delivery man's crotch with one thought pounding in my hot brain.