"Nhhuuhh! I've just got to stop!" She dragged her shiny finger free of her cunt and looked at the hot sex juice that still dribbled down her crack and onto the sheet. Somehow she staggered to her feet and made it to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and then wet a washrag and held it against her fevered cunt. She was still very weak and her breathing wouldn't slow down.
"I can see why Aunt Lana warned me," she gasped, feeling more guilty than ever. "A girl could have a heart attack doing that."
She sat on the commode and peed with nervous squirts, the sensation of hot urine exciting her again. She considered taking a bath but knew that the longer she allowed herself to be naked, the stronger would be the temptation to touch herself again. Rebecca went back to her dresser, found a pair of thick cotton panties and jerked them on without daring to gaze at her nakedness again.
When she went downstairs, Aunt Lana was fiddling with the coffee pot. Her hair was mussed from sleep and she had on her housecoat. Rebecca was thankful that her aunt wasn't fully awake. Because she felt that if Lana looked at her twice, she'd know what she'd been doing.
"Would you see if the paper's here yet, dear?" Lana asked. "That paperboy is so lazy on weekends."
Rebecca had just bent to pick, up the morning paper when a shiny red sports car roared up to the curb and a pretty girl with blond hair got out. She was tan and healthy-looking, her legs and midriff bare. Under her white tennis shorts and skimpy halter top, Rebecca could tell she was a full-blown woman. Yet she seemed very young.
"I'm here to see David," she announced. She was close enough for Rebecca to see her painted nails. Rebecca wondered if her toenails were painted too. Her perfume smelled like something you'd never find in the five and ten.
"David? Oh, you mean David Pearson." Rebecca smiled. "He just moved in so I forget sometimes." But she hadn't forgotten what the handsome boarder looked like. A sting of envy went through her. She wished that she was a girl with a sports car who could go calling on young men. But that was as ridiculous as wanting to fly. Not only was Rebecca ignorant about males, she was downright scared of them.
"I'll just go on up to his room if you'll tell me where it is," the leggy girl said.
"Maybe you'd better ask my aunt."
As soon as they'd gone into the house and the pretty blond had told Lana what she wanted, the shit hit the fan. Rebecca blushed with embarrassment for the pretty young woman as her aunt gave a lecture on why a girl shouldn't go to a young man's room by herself. To Rebecca's surprise the blond took it all with a sly smile. Then she spoke softly and it was Aunt Lana's turn to listen.
"Then your daughter can go upstairs with me. Wouldn't that be all right?"
While her aunt blustered and mumbled that the young woman was referring to her niece not her daughter, the pretty young thing in white tennis shorts smiled confidently. Her manner won Lana over without argument. And Rebecca found herself leading Martha Heddington up the stairs to the second floor.
"You make certain David is up!" Aunt Lana called after them. Rebecca said that they would. She tapped lightly at the door at the end of the hall and stepped back to wait. They didn't have to wait long.
"Hey, baby," David said, grinning at the sexy blond. He had on a pair of jeans and that was it. Martha urged Rebecca into the room and they closed the door behind.
David really rented two rooms. A small sitting or reading room and a bedroom with attached bath. While Rebecca watched, the young couple embraced. She felt shock at the way Martha let David slide his palms down over her curvy ass. And their kiss was more than just an affectionate peck. They were really getting it on. Like in the movies. What shocked her the most was when they broke it off though. Martha slipped slender fingers down to the crotch of David's jeans and patted the huge lump that pressed against the faded denim. Rebecca realized with a shock that she was observing an erection! She could almost imagine what David's cock must look like under his pants.
"Now, Rebecca," Martha said, taking her hand, "why don't you excuse David and me for a moment. You can stay right here like your aunt wants you to. David and I will slip into the bedroom for a sec."
"Well…"
"She'll never know," Martha said, wrinkling up her nose and smiling. Rebecca was taken with the young woman. It would've been impossible to refuse.
"Okay, but we hadn't better stay up here too long."
As the bedroom door closed, Rebecca paced the room a couple of times and went to peek out into the hall. It was just like her aunt to come upstairs to see what was happening. And Rebecca didn't want Martha to get in trouble. But what was she doing in there? She and David?
"Rebecca!" Aunt Lana called. When Rebecca opened the door her aunt was standing at the foot of the stairs.
"We're just talking," she lied, feeling that Lana would know she was being deceptive. "Everything is just fine."
"All right young lady, I've got to run to the market for some butter. We're completely out. I won't be more than a minute."
"Thank God," Rebecca whispered to herself. She closed the door and sat on David's sofa. Martha had sure been in there with him for a long time. Probably something to talk over. She rose and smoothed her plain, blue dress and went to the window. It was the noise that made her turn. Some noise from the bedroom. Like someone in pain.
Rebecca tiptoed closer to the bedroom door. She felt wrong about listening in on a private conversation. But as the moan came again, she decided that they weren't talking anyway. She pressed her head close to the keyhole.
"Ohhh yeah, baby, get it good! Ohhhh, Jesus Christ, I needed this!"
Rebecca's heart almost stopped beating. But she didn't pull her ear away. Instead she pressed it closer. What was happening? What could this Martha be doing to make David say things like that? Rebecca found her mouth was dry and her breathing very rapid. There was the sound of moving bodies and then David groaning again. Rebecca ignored the juice that was leaking into the thick band of her panty crotch. But she couldn't ignore the way her cunt felt or the way her tits tingled. Something was happening in that bedroom! Something that Aunt Lana would definitely not approve of.
In the bedroom, Martha had her thumb and forefinger tightly circled around David's cockshaft. She jerked upward sharply, letting the fat head of his cock stop her fingers. She lowered them gently and jerked again. She did this once every second, watching the expression of her new boyfriend change.
"Ohhh honey, suck it… would you?"
"Nasty man," she breathed, looking directly into the slitted orifice of his glans. She let his foreskin slide up to cover the blood-packed knob then jerked it sharply downward again.
Martha knew how to jack a man off so slowly that it would finish him for an hour. But she didn't want to finish David for an hour. She'd come over that morning because she was horny. She was so horny that she'd fingerfucked twice during her shower and hadn't begun to feel satisfied. She knew that satisfaction came only with feeling something thick and hard being forced up into her tight, slick pussy. That something thick and hard was the very organ she held in her hand. David's wonderful prick.
She tossed her mane of blond hair and dropped her head down. She'd stripped off her shorts and halter top and was kneeling between her boyfriend's open legs. He liked her to keep on her panties. He liked to take them off himself. And that was fine with Martha. She liked him to take them off too.
"Before I start licking," she said, "I want you to understand that I've already had my breakfast."
"Just a few sucks, Martha baby," David begged. His hands caressed her as he propped himself up on elbows to watch. He always liked to watch her open her lips and let them slide down around his glans. She knew he liked to see how shiny she could make it with her spit.