"Hell, yes! If you hadn't come on so sexy, I might have gotten out of here before I did this. Hell yea, I like you. You're a lot better fuck than Arlene. You're the best fuck ever had."
Terri's eyes went wide and bright. "I am?" "But that doesn't change the fact that you're Arlene's little sister and I could be in lots of trouble."
Terri was tired of hearing it. She grabbed her clothes and found the bathroom. She was more interested in finding out what real cum was like than listening to Tommy's guilt complexes over and over again. Standing before the mirror, she could see how swollen her pussy was. She dabbed a gop of white jizz onto her panties and held it up to her nose. Though the smell was strong, there was something about it she liked. She dipped a finger into the mess and rubbed it against her thumb. The stuff was slick to the touch. It looked kind of like snot. Taking a quick breath, Terri put her tongue out. The taste was slightly salty and maybe a bit sour. She tasted again and gave a shrug. "Far out!"
There was a small tapping at the bathroom door.
"Terri?" a sleepy voice said. "Yes? Is that you Billy?"' Her heart stopped. "I thought I tucked you in." Wiping the rest of the cum from her cunt, she jerked on her cutoffs, got into her bikini top and rinsed her cummy panties in the sink. She'd have to find a place to dry them. Opening the linen closet, she flattened them on a towel and turned to open the bathroom door.
Billy Carlton grinned up at her as he rubbed his eyes. "That bad man is gone." "What bad man, Billy?" "The big one that was wrestling you," "Oh, he wasn't really a bad man. We were just playing."
Billy looked confused but interested. "What game is that? I never played it before."
"It's to see who gets on top and stays the longest."
Billy laughed. "Oh. Well, I guess he beat you, didn't he?"
Terri's cheeks reddened. "Yes, darling. The big boy beat me at that game. But it's a kind of secret game. You wouldn't tell your mommy or daddy I was playing it on their sofa, would you?"
"Not if you don't want me to."
"What a little darling!" Terry said, kneeling to hug him. She led him back to his bedroom. She tucked him in and bent to kiss his forehead.
"Terri?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Why do you have to take off your clothes to play that game?"
Terri chewed her lip hard. "It's a pretty rough game," she said at last. "I wouldn't want to pop any buttons or tear anything."
"I guess not," Billy agreed.
"Be sure and keep it a secret," Terri told him again.
"I know the name of the game," Billy chirped proudly. "Yes, honey. Keep that a secret too."
By the time Ralph and Ann Carlton retuned home, Terri had cleaned up any trace of the little party she'd had. She'd finished Tommy's beer herself and opened another. She hardly ever had anything alcoholic to drink, but something had depressed her. Maybe it was Tommy's squeamishness about what he'd done.
"I'll drive you home in a second," Ralph told her. "Just let me make me a quick drink."
As far as Terri was concerned, Ralph didn't need that drink. His wife was in the same shape, and she kept going on about what a good babysitter Terri was. Terri was glad they hadn't seen her earlier. Still vivid in her memory was how it had felt to have Tommy's hot cock going in and out of her pussy. She shivered, closing her eyes for a second in happy reverie. If only Tommy hadn't acted so funny afterwards.
When Ralph Carlton didn't come to drive her home, Terri decided to go on by herself, it was only a few blocks and she didn't really mind walking. When she stepped into the hall to tell him, Terri saw why she'd had to wait.
From where she stood, she could see into the Carltons' bedroom. Ann Carlton was on her back, her dress pulled up around her waist. One shoe had slipped off and her panties were hanging from her hand. Ralph Carlton hadn't even bothered to take off his pants. He was fucking her, his ass plunging as the blonde woman moaned and dug her heels into her husband's back.
Terri let herself out and headed down the walk in the darkness. Her mind was swirling with what she'd just seen. The way Ralph Carlton had been fucking his wife thrilled Terri. It was easy imagining herself on that bed with Ralph fucking her. God, he fucked better than Tommy, or so it seemed. He seemed to know what he was doing a lot more than Tommy had. At least it seemed that way. Terri went back, crossing the lawn to a bedroom window.
"Ohhh, get me, honey!" Ann Carlton groaned. "Fuck me good!"
Terri stood on tiptoes, peering into the partly darkened room. The bed creaked under Ann's shifting hips. Ralph had opened the front of his wife's blouse and was sucking her big fits like he wanted to eat them. His loving seemed more voracious, less restrained than the way Tommy had gone after her.
"I'm gonna come, Ralph!" his wife squealed, her head thrown back. She looked drunk. Ralph slammed into her steadily now and the tall woman shuddered and growled words that made even Terri blush. She turned from the window and went back across the lawn. She couldn't take too much more of that without wanting to finger-fuck herself while she watched.
She crossed the street and went on. Her cunt had begun to throb harder with each step. She felt weak and breathless and the images of Ralph Carlton fucking wildly between his wife's long legs made her skin tingle. Terri slipped a hand down to the gap in the leg of her cut-offs and eased a finger up against her cunt. That was when she stopped, her eyes wide with horror.
"My panties! I left them in the linen closet back at the Carlton's place."
She stopped there in the darkened street, uncertain what to do. As she hesitated, the lights of a car came down the street from the direction which she'd just come. Not wanting to be noticed, Terri started walking again, thinking of a way to retrieve her forgotten undies. The car stopped beside her and the door was thrown open.
"I'll give, you that ride. I promised," Ralph Carlton said. Terri's heart picked up speed. It would look funny not to accept his offer. She slid onto the seat and pulled the door closed behind her. As Ralph started off, he held something out to her. "Forget something?" he asked, his voice soft.
"Oh, God," Terri said, closing her fingers around her still-damp panties. What could she say? Did Ralph suspect that she'd entertained a boy on his living room sofa? "Thanks," she told him at last. It sounded silly, that was the only word, that had popped into her mind.
Ralph was driving awfully slow. He kept looking down at her bare shoulders and, the way her bikini top fit her tits. Terri realized that he knew she was wearing no panties under her skimpy cut-off shorts. He could probably smell her muskiness. She could sure smell him. He smelled like hot pussy. His cock was pushing the front of his pants up. Terri felt the lust she'd experienced earlier that evening. It was making her think of how Ralph had looked fucking his wife.
"Why don't you go on and put them on right now?" Ralph suggested, nodding at the panties she held.
"They're a little damp," Terri said back. She gave him a playful smile.
"You're a little damp too, I'll bet." Taking a breath, Terri nodded. "As a matter of fact, I am."
"What were you doing at my house tonight, anyway?"
She could answer Ralph's question in a number of ways. The way she chose only bolstered her courage to be a bit more outrageous.
"I was fucking a guy I know."
The car swerved a little. Ralph glanced at her, then at the road. His smile had changed. He looked the slightest bit nervous.
"You're a little young, aren't you?"
"Of course."
"What would you have done if my wife had found your panties before I did. It was just lucky I went to grab a towel and…"
"I didn't mean to leave them."
"I should have kept them."
"You can have them if you want," Terri said, holding them out. She was beginning to enjoy the game between this good-looking man and herself. She realized she had him on the run, and the power she felt made her a little drunk. He was wild for her. The way he kept looking at her, as if he wished he could fuck her like he'd been fucking his wife.
The car rounded the corner of the park. Terri saw that Ralph wasn't going to take her up on the offer of her panties. She pushed them into a pocket of her shorts. Her cunt tingled as she shoved her hand into that pocket. She longed to stroke her pussy. It was only a little way to her house. She had the feeling that an opportunity was slipping away. She asked herself if she had the nerve to continue this little game. It was a game Ralph had started and didn't have the guts to go on with.
"What if I did put my panties on now, would you watch?" Terri could hardly believe she'd actually said it.