Kelly Lane: Wet and ready

"Aargh!" Gus moaned. "I can't hold back I'm… coming!"

I saw his hips thrust forward violently. His cock slid between the flap of her labes, and Mimi moved to meet his final hunch. I could see her thighs tense; she lifted her ass higher on the bed, as though she were screwing it down against him.

"Fuck me, you bastard!" she said. She was screaming now, passion in complete control of her body. "Fuck!" she screeched in passion. "I'm coming again!!"

I pulled the bunched shorts fiercely up against the wetness of my cunt, and I rubbed as hard as I could against my clitoris. My orgasm exploded; I felt wave after wave of pleasure burst from my cunt, firing shreds of pleasure to pierce my flesh with slivers of blinding, exquisite sensation.

I fell back against the wall. My orgasm was so intense that I needed the solidity of the wall for support. My knees were like rubber. I continued to masturbate myself, feeling the sensation growing better, stronger, reaching beyond pleasure with insatiable clawing fingers that raked across my flesh.

Suddenly I felt my come peak; it grew less intense and then began to slowly slip away. I could breathe again without fear of shattering the crystal frailty of the moment. The intensity was gone, but a rich, low pleasure spread like warm water through my cunt and down my legs and thighs.

"Holy shit," Gus mumbled. I heard their bodies fall forward against the mattress like dead weights.

"Holy shit!" he repeated.

"Good?" Mimi asked.

"Fantastic."

"Good, then get off me," she moaned. Her voice was muffled, and it sounded as though she were talking into the mattress.

Gus grunted. "Take it easy!"

"What did you do – flood me?" Mimi asked. "I feel… feel like I'm swimming in cum."

Gus laughed. "That'll teach you."

"Get some tissues from the night table so I don't make a mess. I don't want to drip a trail of this sweet stuff into the bathroom and mess up the floor on the way there."

Bathroom!

That meant they were coming this way! How could I explain being outside their bedroom in the middle of the night? Worse, how could I explain wearing Gus' undershorts?

I crept along the wall, hidden from their view. I moved backwards rapidly, afraid to take my eyes off the bedroom door. At every moment, I expected to see either of them appear.

I had just stepped into my bedroom when I saw Mimi running naked into the bathroom. She had switched the hall light on; her body was all pink and sweaty. She was clutching a bunch of tissues to her blonde-haired cunt, and she was walking awkwardly, her thighs pressed together. Her tits bounced as she walked.

I slipped into my bed after closing my door. I snuggled under the safety of the covers, still wearing Gus' underwear. It would be safe for tonight, I knew. I could put them in the hamper in the morning before anyone else got up. In the meantime, it was good to feel them against my sated pussy.

I felt sleep creeping into my brain, and I remember hoping that my orgasm hadn't stained the shorts too badly. I had come a lot, my juices flowing heavily. It would be awfully difficult to explain to Gus how a cunt-stain got on his undershorts.

Then I laughed.

Maybe I wouldn't explain. Maybe I'd let Gus find the stain. It certainly would save a lot of time.

I pulled the shorts tight against my cunt, feeling a thick blob of something sliding down the closing canal.

Sleep tight! I told myself.

I slept like a log and woke up feeling absolutely wonderful. I showered early, and I replaced the shorts with no difficulty at all. The stain that I had hoped for, unfortunately, was hardly noticeable, and I doubted whether anyone would pay much attention to it. Yet even that didn't bother me this morning; it just meant I would have to get to Gus in a more direct way.

I was halfway through dressing when the warm fragrance of frying bacon and hot coffee wafted through the half-closed door of my room. The thought of food made me realize just how hungry I was, and I hastened to dress. Pantiless, I stepped into a pair of tight-fitting hot-pants, and debated a moment before I convinced myself to wear a bra.

No sense in rushing things, I told myself sensibly.

After the bra, I slipped on a tank-top that matched my hot-pants, and slid my feet into my thongs.

I was dressed for the day.

Percy and Cindy were in the living room, just off to the right of the kitchen, watching cartoons.

Gus was sitting at the table, wearing a multicolored striped polo-shirt and a pair of white jeans rolled up into shorts. He was drinking his coffee, staring absently into his cup. His hair was sleep-mussed, and it hung against his face in dark, untamed waves. The uncombed hair made him appear even sexier than usual, and the sight of him sitting there so nonchalantly vividly brought back images of last night. My cunt throbbed excitedly.

Mimi was standing at the stove, and I could hear the bacon sizzling in the frying pan. She didn't have any make-up on, and her hair was pushed back, held away from her face with a headband. She was wearing a print housedress and, as near as I could tell, nothing else under it.

"Good morning," I said to her. "Let me help you with the cooking, Mimi." It was my job, after all.

"Don't bother," she answered lightly. She was smiling happily, and giving Gus a warm, well fucked, contented look. She looked as though she didn't have a care in the world.

After last night, I thought, I guess that was to be expected.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" I asked.

"It's all done," she explained, lifting the golden strips of bacon from the frying pan and placing them on a paper towel to absorb the grease.

"You should have called me earlier," I said, sitting down at the table across from Gus. I tried to stretch my knees forward under the table to "accidentally" touch him, but at the last moment before I made contact, I chickened out. "I would have given you a hand," I told Mimi.

"Don't worry about it, Tootsie," she said. "It's only your first day."

I poured myself a cup of coffee, carefully stirring in four teaspoons of sugar. "I'll help you with the breakfast dishes."

"Don't bother," Mimi said quickly. She slipped several slices of bacon into my dish.

"Why don't you take the kids to the beach after breakfast?" she continued. "It will do them good to get out early for a change."

That sounded odd. "Are you sure you don't want me to help with the housework?"

"No," she said. "Don't worry. Gus has some work to do, and I think I'm going to go back to bed. I'm still tired."

Gus smirked into his coffee cup.

So that was it, I thought. Didn't she ever get enough? Well, why not? If I was in her place, I'd fuck him every chance I could get.

"Sure," I answered. I kept my awareness out of my voice. "No problem."

Breakfast was a farce, but it was conducted normally. They knew what was going to happen, and I knew what was going to happen, but they ate as though sex was the farthest thing from their minds. But every once in a while, their patience would wear a little thin, and Gus would say something to Mimi that seemed normal, but was really a filthy sexual joke. She would give him dirty looks and tip her eyes in my direction, but I'd make believe I didn't understand or notice, and Gus would smile innocently. The double meanings would make me think of sex, and my imagination was filled with all kinds of sexual images of Gus and Mimi or Gus and me. It made my cunt wet to know what they were going to do, and I was almost tempted to excuse myself from the table and go into the bathroom and finger-fuck myself to a juicy climax.

"Ready to go?" Mimi asked. I could see her nipples growing stiff under the housedress.

"Let me help you clean the table off," I said, feeling purposely perverse.