“I’m gonna fuck that tight little pussy.”
She slid her fingers out, lifting them to her mouth and sucking them. “Oh Brer Bear, don’t throw me in the briar patch!” His grip tightened as he pulled her to standing, mashing his mouth against hers, sucking at her tongue. She grabbed his cock, pumping it in her fist, rubbing it over the wet heat of her belly and edging it down between her swollen lips. It was the wrong angle, but she rubbed it there anyway, teasing her clit with his cock as they kissed and panted together in the heat.
“Turn around.” He shoved her about, grabbing her slim hips and pulling them into his. His cock rose like an iron bar between her thighs and she squeezed them around his shaft, feeling it throb. The vapor, which had begun to dissipate slightly, began to rise around them again as the steam kicked back on. The heat was incredible and Lindsey thought she would pass out as his fingers probed between her lips in search of her hole.
She moaned when he found it, arching back. He kept his fingers there as a guide, using his other hand to ease the head of his cock along her slick slit, positioning himself. Her hands gripped the wooden slats, and she bit her lip, her whole body trembling in anticipation of that first deep, hard thrust.
She wasn’t disappointed. Ralph gave a low grunt, gripping her hips and shoving in so hard she had to put her hands up to the wall to keep from falling forward. His cock was deliciously big, spreading her wide as he began to fuck her. Lindsey caught his rhythm, closing her eyes and leaning into the wall, resting her cheek there. The tiled surface was cooler than the air around them, and she moaned against it, meeting his thrusts with her own.
“Harder!” she gasped, going up on her tiptoes, looking for a deeper angle. He groaned, reaching forward to grasp one of her breasts, squeezing her nipple and then twisting it hard. That made her squeal, the sensation sending a hot fire of pain that turned to pleasure in an instant spreading down toward her pussy.
“Goddamnit, I said harder!” Lindsey reached between her legs, finding his balls and rubbing them against her clit. He gasped, grabbing her hair and shoving her sideways onto the bench, using all of his weight to press her down. She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t want to as he laid her out, driving his cock into her from behind. He was fully on her now and using all of his strength to fuck her wide open.
“Oh fuck!” He groaned, slowing a little, and she knew he was close. Her whole pussy felt swollen and slick with the fuck, and she reached behind her to feel him as he knelt up between her thighs, digging for a deeper angle. His hands grabbed her hips and he found it, shoving into her hard.
“Come on!” Lindsey taunted, reaching back and spreading her ass with both hands as he fucked her, lifting her hips. “If you really want that cunt, then use it!” He grabbed her wrists, both of them, pulling her back as he pressed forward into her, his cock twitching fast. He was really close.
“Come all over my slutty little cunt!” She moaned the words, rocking her hips, squeezing her pussy hard around his shaft. “Do it! Now!”
He did as she asked, pulling out of her with a low groan and flooding her pussy with his cum. She felt a thick spurt of it land across her thigh like a brand, and the next fat shot swelled over her lips, easing down her slit in a hot gush. She felt him shuddering behind her as he pumped his cock in his fist, rubbing the head of it over her flesh as he came.
Lindsey wiggled away, rolling over onto her back, and threw an arm over her eyes. Her panting breath began to slow just a little, but she still felt like she was going to pass out, between the level of her arousal and the incredible heat of the steam room. She heard the door open and didn’t look up. He was going, and that was just fine.
Her fingers moved between her legs, finding the sticky wet heat of his cum, and rubbing it in. Alone now, her memory returned to the moment, the grab and push and pull of it, the resistance and the taking. Her pussy burned, and her sticky fingers moved faster over her clit, her lungs pulling in thick steam in huge, gasping gulps.
“Oh god!” she whispered, circling her clit. “Please, oh god.” And she found that it wasn’t Ralph fucking her, using her, that pushed her over. It was the image of Zach, his face buried between her legs, and the deafening sound of the planes above their heads. It was Zach’s hands, his tongue, his eyes, and she was coming in his mouth, her hips bucking up to meet him as he held her in his grip.
She heard herself call his name and opened her eyes in surprise in the white mist, her body still shivering from her climax. She was, indeed, alone. Glancing down at her discarded red suit on the floor, she felt something turn over in her belly. Zach was coming to pick her up tonight.
Standing, she felt Ralph’s cum sliding down her thigh, and grimaced. When she opened the door to the steam room, she gratefully gulped the cool air and headed naked for a shower stall with her suit balled up in her fist. She had never felt a greater need in her life to get clean than she did in that moment.
Chapter Six
“Lindsey Renee Anderson!”
She knew she was in trouble when her mother used her full name. The pounding on the bathroom door just wouldn’t stop. I don’t have time for this. Zach was due to pick her up any minute.
“What?” She opened her eyes wide as she leaned over the sink, applying mascara, her mouth a perfectly round “O.”
“Your father and I need to talk to you.”
She stopped mid-stroke with her mascara brush, her eyes narrowing, and she gave an evil look toward the door. Her mouth formed the words, but no sound came out: “He’s not my father!” There was the pounding again, and this time her stepfather’s voice.
“Lindsey! If you intend to leave this house at all tonight, I suggest you come out and talk to us!”
I’ll leave if I want to, asshole. She shoved the mascara brush violently back into the container, screwing on the lid and throwing it into her make-up bag. She adjusted the long peasant skirt she was wearing, glancing in the mirror to make sure the white satin shorts she wore underneath didn’t show.
“I’m coming!” She made a kissing face at her own reflection, tilting her head first left, then right. The pink tank-tee she was wearing wasn’t made to be see-through, but without a bra, her dark nipples were clearly visible. Grabbing her purse and slinging it over her shoulder, she pulled the door open and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Jeez! Can’t a girl even take a pee without it turning into some committee meeting?”
They all stood there, arms crossed, glaring for a moment, before Lindsey’s mother broke the silence. “You look nice.”
“Thanks.” Lindsey snapped her gum. “So what’s up? Zach’ll be here any minute.” Her parents exchanged looks and she knew, then, what they were up to and rolled her eyes. “Oh good god, don’t tell me this is the ‘you can’t date a nee-gro’ lecture again?’” She brushed past them both and headed toward the kitchen.
“It’s not that.” Her mother’s voice followed her, and so did her stepfather’s footsteps. The whole kitchen still smelled like stuffed green peppers, which Lindsey hadn’t touched. She hated green stuff. “It’s just… well, Zach is a little old for you, don’t you think?”
Lindsey snagged a Diet Coke, popping the lid open with a pink-painted fingernail. “Twenty-two is too old?” She downed half the can in four big swallows and then burped loudly. “Christ, it could be so much worse. He could be fifty-two-lay off already!”
Her mother sat at the kitchen table and sighed, glancing up at her stepfather. He just shrugged, shaking his head. Lindsey hid a smile behind her Coke can, swallowing the rest of it. It thrilled her to know that she had backed them into a corner. They were too P.C. to say any more about the fact that he was black, and they couldn’t really soundly object to their four-year age difference.