Penny Tucker finished hanging the last of the wet laundry on the line and picked up the empty wicker basket on her way back to the house. She paused on the screened back porch, wiping beads of perspiration from her fair face with the back of one slender arm. Almost hopelessly, she glanced at the thermometer which hung from a rusty nail beside the back door. It was 85 in the shade, and climbing.
Tired and more than a little fed up with her workday routine, Penny let the wicker basket slide from her fingers to the floor as she padded slowly through the kitchen. She noticed that dishes remained in the sink, still unwashed from last night's supper, but she turned away from the sight, unable to feign interest in a new job at that point.
With a low sigh of virtual exhaustion, Penny let herself slump into one of the living room's two threadbare armchairs, carefully choosing the one with the least exposed stuffing. She half-sat, half-lay in the padded chair, with one shapely leg thrown up and over the mounded arm, her foot swinging casually in mid-air.
The heat wave had been going on now, sapping strength and grating nerves, for almost six weeks. There was no end to the steamy weather in sight, if one were to believe the predictions of the meteorologists on radio and television. It was, in fact, the worst heat wave of any spring which Penny could recall, unusual even for the humid region of Georgia in which she lived.
The surrounding woods and hills, they said, would help to deflect and dissipate the summer heat, but Penny had found the exact opposite to be true. The mountains and valleys of her rural home county seemed only to act as a trap for the heat, holding the sun's scorching rays prisoner there even after dusk had descended to bring theoretical relief. Penny idly wished that she had the money necessary to move north, into cooler weather, or even south, to New Orleans on the Gulf.
The thought made Penny Tucker laugh out loud in the dingy little living room. It was not bad enough that her mother's hospital bills and funeral expenses had eaten up every last cent of their already tiny life savings, but she had to care for her younger sister as well. If anyone moved away from the hard-scratch Georgia farm, both would have to go, and that was clearly out of the question. Besides, Melanie, Penny's sister, was barely fifteen, and if they moved north she would have to go back to school, cutting their potential earnings in half.
Penny Tucker had to admit to herself that it was not the unseasonable heat alone which left her on the brink of total exhaustion that spring morning. She had hardly gotten a single wink of sleep the entire night before, and that was not because of the weather. That was Luke's fault.
Luke Hollowell was the oldest son of their nearest neighbors, Old Man and Mrs. Hollowell, who farmed an almost identical plot of tired ground eight miles away to the east. At twenty-one, Luke was two years older than Penny, and, she had to admit it, quite possibly the best looking young man in all of Cowden County. She was quite flattered that he seemed to take such an interest in her, but at the same time, there were things about their budding relationship which deeply disturbed her as well.
Penny felt the old stirring inside her at the mere thought of Luke, and shook the feelings away, rising gracefully from the easy chair and padding softly through the house to the bathroom. She suddenly felt the need for a cool shower, and with Melanie still away at her part-time job in town, there was nothing to prevent her from taking one immediately.
Penny Tucker stood in the middle of the tiny bathroom, one of only two dozen or so in that part of the county which had both a working shower and a toilet. Slowly, almost dreamily, she began to undress for her shower, unable to keep her mind from wandering back to Luke Hollowell and the problem which had kept her awake all night.
Not that Luke himself was a problem, far from it. He was what any other girl in the county might have called a "catch", and Penny would have had to agree with them on that score. No, Luke was not the problem, nor were his feelings for her the problem in and of themselves. It was just that Luke was a man now, with a man's needs, and he wanted to… well, to go too far, too fast.
Numbly, unthinking, Penny's fingers opened the buttons which held her blouse together in front. There were only a few such buttons, and in a moment she was able to shrug the garment off, letting it fall in an untidy heap on the bathroom floor behind her.
Penny Tucker wore a brassiere only on formal occasions, when it was necessary to dress up and go into town, so she was without one now. Glancing at her own reflection in the mirror of the bathroom's medicine cabinet, seeing herself naked from the waist up, she felt a momentary surge of pride at the sight of her own firm young body. She could afford to be proud of the mounding swell of her young breasts, standing taut and perky without need of artificial support, the twin cherry peaks of her little nipples staring back at her from the mirror like eyes narrowed in sensual excitement.
Penny cupped a hand beneath each breast, letting her mind drift for the moment, pleased, enjoying the firm, taut tone of muscle and flesh beneath her hands. Slowly she stroked the orbs of breast flesh, gasping slightly as the contact of her fingertips upon her own nipples brought the rubbery little buds into tingling erection. Electric little jolts of erotic sensation radiated outward from those tiny pleasure buds, igniting responsive fires of passion in her still-covered loins. Hurriedly, Penny dropped her trembling hands away from her chest, taking several deep breaths in rapid succession to calm herself. As she leaned forward to turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature, she let her mind return to Luke Hollowell and their very personal "problem".
Her most recent date with the strapping young mountain man had been just the night before, and Penny's thoughts returned to the events of that evening as she continued undressing there in the bathroom. She unbuckled the belt about her waist, and then unfastened her faded work jeans, swiftly running the zipper down and open with a soft, sensual whirring sound, and beginning to slide the tight pants downward over the bell curve of her full, womanly hips.
She and Luke had gone to see a movie in Cromwell, the county seat, and then had stopped off at a little roadhouse on the way home for some drinks. The proprietor of the roadhouse was the sheriff's second cousin, and thus exempt from many of the regulations which governed such offenses as the serving of alcohol to minors and the mandatory closing hour imposed by state law. Penny and Luke had stayed late, drinking more than their fair share of the moonshine whiskey which the roadhouse owner purchased from local bootleggers and rebottled himself with forged legitimate labels.
It was late when Luke delivered Penny to her front door. She was tired, and more than a little tipsy from the effects of the "white lightning" they had both consumed. She would have liked to go directly to sleep, but Luke had seemed anxious to stay and talk, about what he chose to refer to as "their future".
Penny was not entirely pleased with the way he discussed their coming life together as if everything had already been settled, all decisions made. But she had to admit that it did feel good when he took her in his arms, and in her present woozy state it was comforting to lean against his broad and muscular chest, feeling his big hands lightly caressing her back through the thin material of her summer dress. She was almost able to ignore his presumptuous words, allowing herself simply to bask in the glow of his obvious affection for her, enjoying the physical sensations which his touch and his nearness inspired in her ripe young body.
Penny was almost taken by surprise when he cupped one strong hand beneath her chin, lifting her face up until it was almost on a level with his own. He bent his head swiftly forward, swiftly and expertly covering her mouth with his in what quickly became a deep and searching soul kiss.
Penny welcomed the kiss, letting her own lips and teeth gradually open, bringing her tongue hesitantly forward to fence and duel with his in a liquid little dance of rising passion. A little sigh rose deep in her throat as Luke tightened his arms instinctively around her, pulling her closer against him so that her firm spherical breasts flattened sensuously against his chest. The erotic chafing of her own fleshy orbs against Luke's muscular young body forced another whining little moan from Penny's throat, into the warm moist cavern of his hungry mouth.
It seemed to Penny Tucker that she had almost been able to recapture the moonlit magic of last night, as she stood there, slowly disrobing in her own bathroom. Coming to her senses for a moment, she completed the task of skimming her jeans downward and off the tanned columns of her trim legs, kicking them backwards and away to join the rumpled pile of her blouse. Deftly her slender fingers worked their way into the elastic waistband of her tight bikini underpants, and then that last item of clothing was itself inching along the golden line of her hips and legs, soon to join the other pieces of apparel on the floor as Penny stood totally naked before the hissing, steaming shower.
Judging that the shower water was too hot for her liking, Penny reached forward once more, turning the cold water up to greater volume, until a cool shower had replaced the hissing spray of steam. Without hesitation then, she stepped quickly into the shower, basking in the refreshing, rejuvenating coolness of the cascading waters, reveling in the tingling sensation which that gushing stream produced on impact with her flesh. It seemed to Penny that the rhythmic drumming of the water against her body had an almost hypnotic effect upon her, encouraging her mind to ramble back to the events of the previous night and her date with young Luke Hollowell.
She recalled how willingly, almost eagerly, she had gone into his embrace and shared his deep, searching kiss. She had even welcomed the increasingly powerful sweep of his hands along the graceful curve of her spine, not even complaining when those exploring hands made their tentative first move downward toward the curving swell of her tight buttocks.
Luke had touched her there before, on her ass, and despite her initial reluctance, she had learned with time to accept the gesture as part of what she considered their "innocent" love play. God knew that her mother would not have considered it innocent, of course. Her mother had had some very definite ideas about the place of sex in the eternal scheme of things, and she had exerted her full influence in an effort to drill those same outdated beliefs into her two young daughters.
To Lily Tucker, sex had been merely a necessary evil, thought up by God during a weak moment and permitted to continue solely for the procreation of children. It was a woman's cross to bear in life, and a delight enjoyed solely by the male of the species. Good girls simply did not desire or enjoy sex in any form, and that was that. The gospel of Lily Tucker, in a nutshell.
And of course, Mother Tucker was gone now. But even before the hand of providence reached out to induct her into a better world, Penny Tucker and her younger sister Melanie had come to doubt the all-consuming wisdom of their mother's words. Both of them had noticed the birth of new stirring sensations within their budding young bodies, and neither of them had been inclined to accept the antiquated view of sex as nothing but a tiresome burden.
Still, old teachings died hard, and on that moonlit night, as Luke held her tightly against him and his hands wandered more boldly over the firmness of her young woman's flesh, Penny had felt the nagging little voice of instilled conscience crying out in the back of her mind, warning her to stop before it was too late, before she became one of 'those girls'!
And yet, Luke Hollowell's strong hands had felt so wonderfully right on her body, that somehow she had lacked the strength or conviction to halt his advances immediately. Instead, she had weakly decided to revel in the glorious sensations for just a few moments longer before putting an end to the licentious enjoyment. She had been momentarily shocked to feel the budding swell of his erection nudging her loins as he hugged her closer, but her astonishment had quickly given way to a warm fluid sensation of ever mounting excitement.
Luke's hips had taken up an almost unconscious grinding motion, stroking his hidden cock harder and harder against her pinned loins, while his hands became ever more demanding in their journey over her weak and trembling flesh.
Penny was surprised to find herself trembling as she stood there, naked beneath the hissing stream of the shower. The old familiar stirrings had begun within her once more, and she sought to still them by getting on with the business of bathing. Picking up the fat bar of soap from a plastic tray at her elbow, she began to lather her arms and shoulders, sighing with contentment as the cool water and soapy suds cascaded across her chest and onto her flat little belly, trickling deliciously down the valley between her ripe young breasts.
Idly, her mind returning to the events of the night before, Penny Tucker began to slap and lather her breasts more energetically. She barely noticed that her nipples stiffened into instant quivering erection at the first touch of her soft, soapy hands, but she was vaguely conscious of the seductive, enticing feelings which her own caress inspired in her tingling, vibrant breast flesh.
Penny's mind wandered once more back to the previous evening on her porch, while her hands kneaded and massaged her soapy breasts with ever-increasing vigor. She remembered clearly how Luke Hollowell's strong hands had crept slowly but confidently up her sides, finally coming to rest at the underside of her firm swelling breasts, pausing there for a moment as if fearing to go further, to take more liberties with her trembling young woman's body.
When Luke took her breasts fully in his hands, he did so with such suddenness and vigor that she almost gasped in surprise. Having taken the initiative, however, all hesitation seemed to melt away from the young man, and he soon began to fondle the delicious orbs of her tits as if they had always been his to command and always would be. He cupped and rotated those taut young mounds in his hungry palms, feeling the excited little nipples spiking outward through her clothing to chafe against his hands. Penny feared that the milking, massaging strokes of his big hands might make her swoon and faint dead away where she stood on the porch.
Standing there in her own shower, Penny was rather amazed to find that the rotary motion of her own scrubbing hands upon her tits recalled the same sensations which Luke's lewd caresses had inspired. Her nipples were quiveringly erect now, and each feathery stroke of her darting, swirling fingertips sent new jolts of electrifying desire racing downward across Penny's abdomen to explode in the lightly furred valley of her crotch.
Testing her own feelings, fighting down the momentary stab of guilt which rose unbidden in her mind, Penny captured one nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Slowly, tauntingly, she massaged that crinkled erectile flesh with strong rotary motions, milking the electric little buds for every twinge of passion which she could evoke. The effort left her weak and panting, leaning against one wall of the shower stall for support.
Losing herself for the moment in a private fantasy world of her own, Penny Tucker was drawn back almost unconsciously to her porch and the lascivious scene enacted there only the previous evening. She vividly recalled the sensations evoked by Luke Hollowell's hands as they stroked and fondled her tits, driving her to the very brink of a frenzy with his passionate manipulations. Penny had clenched her firm thighs tightly together where she stood, almost losing her balance as she fought to quell the mounting flames of lust then burning in the luxuriant valley between her legs.
Penny was disturbed by the churning sensations of fluid heat which seemed to inundate her little pussy all at once. As she clenched her thighs together, she was aghast to discover that the narrow crotchband of her skimpy little panties was already moist with the wetness of her own feminine lust secretions. As she clenched her legs together and squirmed incitefully against Luke's straining grasp, that moist crotchband rode up further into the lightly furred canyon of her cunt, chafing for the first time against her budding little clitoris, and igniting an entirely new set of feelings within her confused and excited young body.
Standing there in her shower, Penny felt the same renewed stirrings between her legs that she had experienced on the night before. Slowly, timidly at first, she slid one soapy hand downward along the gentle sloping curve of her belly, her fingertips seeking and finding the outskirts of her furry pubic triangle. There was another fleeting moment of hesitation, as conscience battled with need, and then the long fingers were dipping still lower, stroking the outer lips of her tingling, burning cunt with long, sensuous caresses.
Penny had no initial intention of massaging her own pussy flesh to the point of orgasm. Quite the contrary, she had first intended to massage away the mounting sensations of lust which were brewing and growing in that fertile little valley. Now, however, and to her considerable amazement, she found that her own manual ministrations had the exact opposite effect, causing new burning tendrils of delight to fan outward across her heaving naked torso. Penny's breath caught in her throat, and she braced her feet more firmly against the sides of the shower to keep from falling, the same motion spreading her thighs farther apart and giving her questing fingers greater access to her palpitating cuntal lips. Her other hand joined the game with less hesitation, more eagerness and zeal.
Penny Tucker's eyes were tightly closed, her mind crossing the barriers of time and space to recapture the events of the previous evening while her hands worked ever more feverishly over the plane of her now widely splayed cunt. So lost was she in her own world of erotic fantasy that she never heard the opening and closing of the living room door.
Melanie Tucker had been relieved early from her job working at the laundry in town. She had caught a ride with a boy she knew from school, and he had let her off an easy walk from the country home which she now shared with only her older sister, Penny. Melanie had been rather surprised not to find Penny outside working in the yard or the garden at that time of the day, but considering the heat she had thought she might be inside resting, and so entered the house quietly, making no noise.
As she entered the living room, she at once heard the hissing, splashing sounds of the shower, emanating from the bathroom at the end of the short hallway. Melanie moved quietly forward, seeking to surprise her sister and perhaps frighten her just a little. It was a game they had played from childhood, "ambushing" each other as they put it, and they both had continued to enjoy the familial by-play even as they grew older and more mature. It had helped to build a bond of affection between them, making them mutually strong at their mother's untimely death.
As Melanie Tucker approached the open door to the bathroom, she began to think that perhaps something might be wrong with Penny. The curtain to the shower cubicle was not entirely shut, and from inside the shower Melanie could now clearly hear little moaning cries, almost like sobs, issuing forth at regular, rhythmic intervals. Curious now, and more than a little concerned, Melanie moved quietly forward, no longer seeking to frighten her sister, but not wishing to make her presence known yet either.
When Melanie was five or six feet from the open bathroom door, she imagined that Penny was not merely groaning, but that she actually seemed to be talking to herself. Indeed, it seemed to the younger girl that she could almost strain her ears and make out some of what her sister was saying. The word "yes" seemed to be repeated over and over again, and something else, perhaps a person's name.
Melanie listened closer, moving still nearer to the door.
Yes! It was a name… but… that was it! Luke Hollowell's name!
Penny was either talking to Luke or calling aloud to him. Intrigued, Melanie covered the last few feet to the door in a silent rush, peering through the open doorway now. She fought down a brief surge of embarrassment and shame at the thought of spying on her older sister, perhaps in the arms of a man, but her natural curiosity won out in the end and she couldn't force herself to tear her eyes away from whatever was going on there in that hissing shower.
As Melanie watched, one of Penny's arms flailed out, seeming to seek better balance in the shower, and the cheap plastic curtain was swept even farther aside. The groping arm was withdrawn at once, but it mattered little, for now Melanie was treated to an unobstructed view of the shower cubicle and her sister inside of it. What she saw there stunned and shocked her.
Contrary to what Melanie had first suspected upon hearing her moaning words, Penny Tucker was alone in the shower. That, however, was not what so stunned and surprised the younger girl as she gaped, eyes and mouth wide open, at the sight before her.
Melanie's older sister was slumped backward into one corner of the shower stall, legs bowed and braced against the slick floor of the shower, almost in a half-crouch. The position left her thighs splayed widely apart, and both of her wet hands were clasped between those thighs at the moment, churning and working zealously over the lightly furred valley of Penny's crotch. From the look on the older girl's face, and the way her body writhed and twisted rhythmically, her taut breasts bobbing lewdly under the shower's forceful spray, it was obvious to Melanie that her sister was lost in the ongoing throes of lascivious masturbation.
Penny clearly had no idea that her lecherous finger-fucking was being observed from outside the bathroom. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, and her breath was coming in wheezing little gasps, punctuated at random intervals by the mewling cries of "More! Yes! More!" and the almost shouted repetition of Luke Hollowell's name. It was quite clear to Melanie at once that her older sister was not far removed from the shattering explosion of an all devouring sexual orgasm.
Melanie Tucker was filled with conflicting emotions as she stood there in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her sister kneading and massaging her own cunt in the shower before her. There was guilt, of course, and the burning flush on her cheeks as she realized that she was committing the worst possible invasion of Penny's privacy. She knew in her heart that she should turn away at once, and forget forever the things which she had witnessed there in the bathroom of their rural home.
At the same time, however, there was something else within Melanie which would not permit her to turn away from the sight of her sister's inciteful private finger fucking. Melanie felt some sort of sympathetic stirring between her thighs, and she clenched her legs tighter together in an effort to quell the budding passion she felt there. At the exact same instant, however, the rigid stiffening of her cherry little nipples alerted her to the fact that her own sensual excitement at the sight would not be so easily overcome.
Unconsciously, Melanie had begun to breathe more deeply and more rapidly, her panting inhalations coming almost to an approximation of her sister's excited wheezing. The younger girl would not have been able to diagnose her own situation, but in fact she had almost projected herself into the person of her totally involved older sister, lusting after the sensual excitement and blossoming pleasure which she saw her older sibling enjoying in the shower from her driving fingers.
A little moan escaped from Melanie's throat as she felt the facade of earnest self-control slipping away from her. Her fervent young body was crying out, demanding the same sensual attentions which Penny was even then visiting upon her own wet, naked and glistening torso in the shower.
As her strength of will-power ebbed rapidly away, Melanie at least preserved the presence of mind to step back a few paces from the open doorway of the bathroom. There, she still had an unobstructed view of her nude and writhing sister, but she would not so easily be seen herself if Penny chanced to open her eyes and glance into the shadowy hallway outside the door.
Reasonably safe, Melanie stood leaning against the smooth wall of the corridor, trembling within and without, suffering the pangs of a passion which was not entirely familiar to her at her tender age. She had felt some of the same stirrings before, though never to this extent, and the method of relief which she planned to emulate, borrowing from her older sister's example, was completely new to her as well.
Moaning softly, almost crying to herself, Melanie Tucker slid the moist palms of her hands upward along the soft inside of her tremulous thighs. She gasped and shivered more violently as her rising hands made sudden burning contact with the already moist plane of her crotch, feeling the little nether lips of her pussy through the soaking crotchband of her little panties. Slowly, almost timidly at first, she urged her hands into stroking, tantalizing motion, caressing and massaging the covered valley of her burning, churning little pussy.
The roaring sensations resulting from her own lewd masturbatory caresses were so powerful that all timidity and hesitation were soon forgotten. Melanie's hands became more eager, more forceful, and she pinned her eyes on her writhing sister, staring through slitted eyelids as if to catalog and memorize every licentious motion. Almost without thinking, she slid her hands upward, to the waistband of her tiny bikini panties, and then downward again inside the flimsy undergarment.
A great, wracking sigh was ripped from Melanie's moist lips as her fingers made direct contact with her palpitating cuntal lips, her nails scraping gently, incitefully along the pouting ridges of inflamed genital flesh. Her own feminine moistness was flowing more freely now, dampening her fingers and easing their progress as they became ever more adventurous, slipping at last between the lips of her tight little cunt, seeking and finding the erotic fuse of her budding little clitoris.
Powerful, overwhelming waves of erotic sensation washed over Melanie Tucker's taut young torso, bringing her cherry little nipple buds to instant quivering erection, and forcing her ripe hips to take up an unconscious fucking rotary motion all their own. Her breathing was transformed into the heated, frenzied panting of some lust-crazed wild animal, and she drove her hands ever more rapidly into the fertile depths of her crotch, whipping herself onward and upward toward the goal of total sensual release.
Bracing herself in the shower stall, writhing animatedly beneath the hissing stream of cool, refreshing water, Penny Tucker felt herself on the verge of a powerful orgasmic explosion. The potent combination of her lurid fantasies about Luke Hollowell and the driving, fucking action of her slippery fingers, had succeeded in pushing her onward and upward toward the very brink of totally shattering release.
In her whirling mind, she was back once more on the moonlit porch with Luke, her young admirer and would-be lover. She felt Luke's hands deserting her quivering breasts flow, sliding upward along her warm, naked thighs beneath the sheltering fabric of her skirt. Suddenly they were there, probing and fondling in the moist folds of her crotch, nudging her wet panties aside to gain more direct access to that vibrant nether flesh.
Penny's hands and Luke's hands had become one in the swirling, unreal world of her licentious fantasies. She could almost believe that those were his fingers stroking and massaging her vulva, his thumb and forefinger seizing and taunting her little clit with electrifying results.
Penny thrashed wildly about in the shower, reliving and remembering every second of last night as she had spent it with young Luke, imagining again that she could feel the chafing of his bulging erection, probing against her now-naked loins with every grinding forward thrust of his hips. Her mind raced, recalling vividly what happened then, what had taken place between them on that moonlit porch only the evening before.
Penny had heard the rasp of his zipper being forcefully lowered without really understanding what it meant. She was shocked back to instant reality, however, as the slick hard pole of his burning cockflesh was thrust between her thighs, nuzzling and probing along the wet furrow of her crotch, seeking entry to the virginal little mouth of her dripping pussy.
She had recoiled in reflexive horror, glancing wildly about as they stood there, totally exposed from all sides on the open porch, with Luke rutting and thrusting away, attempting to bury his yearning penis in her tight little cunt. She was deathly afraid that her younger sister might wake up and look out the window unexpectedly, or even that some neighbor or stranger might drive by on the road a hundred yards distant and chance to notice them. She pushed futilely against Luke's broad muscular chest, but she did not possess the strength at that moment to budge him or to divert him from his intended course of lewd action.
Penny's struggles slowly declined, then ceased altogether, as Luke's massive penis thrust against her pussy lips with ever-mounting strength and determination. All hope of resistance seemed to fade as the blunt glans of his cock made sudden burning contact with the tiny, tingling bud of her electric little clitoris, igniting a raging inferno of heated lust in her squirming lower body.
Penny Tucker's mind was awhirl, recalling the feel and texture of Luke's penis as it nudged and buffeted against the defenseless little valley of her hungry, needing cunt. She tried to squirm backward away from him, thus avoiding the ramrod thrusts of his prick, but she suddenly found herself backed up tight against the supporting post of the porch, pinned and with nowhere to go.
Luke Hollowell took ultimate advantage of the young woman's captive posture, redoubling his efforts to skewer her cunt with his rigid, driving young penis. He felt her resolve and resistance slowly ebbing away, and his pounding thrusts became more energetic in response to her weakening.
Penny knew that within a matter of moments she would be pierced to the very core of her being by the ramrod thrusts of Luke's eager cock. In reflexive action, she dropped one of her slender hands between them, to the pubic joining of their bodies, circling the slippery, plunging shaft of his prick with her fingers as if to divert his aim from the bullseye of her crotch.
Luke recognized her move, but made no effort to dissuade her since the stroking, massaging action of her fingers only heightened and broadened his enjoyment of the thrusting into her furry little crotch. He felt the pre-orgasmic tension mounting in his tight, swaying balls, and redoubled once more his efforts to penetrate Penny's virginal little cunt, sliding his fat cock ever more rapidly through the restraining loop of her wet and slippery fingers.
Writhing there in the shower, Penny Tucker recalled every thrust and undulation of their locked bodies as clearly as if it was being re-enacted there at that very moment. In fact, with the driving, skewering motion of her rapidly fucking fingers in the fertile valley of her pussy, the previous evening's activities did seem to be happening all over again. Her thumb and forefinger played the role of Luke's driving, pummeling glans, seizing her hot little clit and driving it into a mounting frenzy of passion as she squirmed and tossed there in the shower.
Penny hovered on the razor's edge of shattering orgasmic release, feeling once more the vicarious sensation of Luke's powerful cock, its head surging for the first lime against the rubbery little opening of her most secret vagina. She had tightened her fingers about his shaft in response to that ultimate invasion, and her hands mimicked that action now, driving her clitoris and cuntal lips into a seething frenzy of blossoming desire.
She remembered clearly his grunt of half-pleasure, half-defeat as he reached orgasm prematurely, without plunging his prick into the very heart of her cunt. She vividly recalled the searing impact of his cum on the outer lips of her cunt as it geysered forth, erupting from the cyclopic slit in his glans like a tidal wave of superheated passion juice.
Just the memory of that scalding flood between her thighs was sufficient to push young Penny Tucker over the final edge and into the swirling mental maelstrom of total orgasmic explosion. Both hands were locked atop her pumping, rotating pussy, fingers buried deep inside the steamy little crevice of her womanhood. She squirmed and danced on those impaling fingers, humping madly downward onto the artificial cock formed by the intertwining of her manual digits. Inside her reeling skull, colored lights danced, and skyrockets seemed to blossom and explode behind the tightly clenched lids of her watery eyes.
"Ohhh JJJeessuuss!!!!" she moaned desperately, throatily, "I'mmm cccuuummmiiiinngggg!"
She gave herself completely to that exhilarating moment, sliding downward into a seated position on the click, wet floor of the shower cubicle, unmindful of the watery stream which now battered her upturned face, conscious only of the roaring, ripping sensations evoked by the driving hands pinned between her legs.
It seemed to Penny that there must be an echo there in the bathroom, as if some smaller, weaker version of her voice was repeating her words and moans of ecstasy with several seconds of delay. She thought nothing of it until her head had begun to clear slightly, after endless seconds of swirling, reeling chaos, and then she suddenly realized that she herself was no longer speaking, no longer crying out the name of Luke Hollowell and the soulful imprecations for him to fuck her faster and harder.
Penny's eyes snapped open, and she turned her head abruptly to one side, facing the gaping door of the bathroom and the darker hallway beyond. What she saw there, however dimly, caused her to jerk upright in surprise, her cheeks already reddening with shame and embarrassment.
Outside the bathroom door, leaning against one wall of the narrow hallway, stood Penny's younger sister, Melanie. The young girl's skirt was pulled up around her hips, and both of her hands were thrust deep down inside the elastic waistband of her bikini panties. Even from that distance, and in the murk of the corridor, Penny could tell that the crotch of Melanie's undergarment was soaking wet with her own freely-flowing love secretions. Melanie's cheeks were also flushed, and she was panting rapidly, obviously caught in the after-throes of a very powerful orgasm. Her eyes peered through slitted lids directly at Penny, where the older girl sat on the floor of the shower, both hands cupping her fevered little twat.
Penny opened her mouth to speak, feeling the lump rising in her throat as if to strangle her. She could think of nothing to say which would make the terrible situation any better, any less humiliating, than it was. "Oh, Melanie…" was all she could manage.
The younger girl seemed about to say something, when both of them were distracted by a loud knocking at the front door.
Melanie quickly jerked her wet fingers out of her panties and smoothed her skirt, turning back down the hallway toward the living room as Penny clambered to her feet in the shower, reaching for a towel.
Whatever they had to say to one another, whatever apologies must be uttered or explanations made, they would all have to wait. Someone was at the door, someone whose touch was loud, firm and demanding. Penny Tucker's mind raced ahead, trying to fathom who it might be that came to call during the afternoon, and what they might want from her and her sister.