out. She followed me across the landing to her own room, opposite the bathroom. As we went through our respective doors, she called me again. I looked round; her head was sticking out of her door and she was pointing at my legs.
“What is it this time?” I looked down, puzzled.
“Better wash your thighs well, mummy-you must have spilled egg on them, too!” She stuck one bare hip out and I saw where the light caught a smear of wetness. “I got some as well!” She went in and closed her door.
I looked at my legs again; the insides of my thighs were slimy with the combined spendings of Phil and myself, still oozing from my slit.
I douched and bathed quickly, dressed and went downstairs to cook breakfast. I made it an elaborate one; anything, so that I didn't have time to dwell on what had nearly happened between Jane and I. I felt terribly ashamed and shuddered when I thought about what I had nearly done-what I had wanted to do! Even as I remembered the feel of her fresh young body on mine, desire started to well up in me again.
I was glad when Mrs. Matthews arrived and for once listened raptly to her rambling account of the previous day's misdeeds of her husband.
CHAPTER SIX
Friday dawned, with the weather still holding good. We woke early and Phil started to fondle me before he had to get up. I had my mind on the journey and I'm afraid I was not very responsive; I allowed the fondling without reciprocating, going over the things I hid to remember before Stella called to pick us up.
“What's gotten into you, Phil? One would think you hadn't had me for months, instead of yesterday morning!”
“Well, you're going up North today.”
“Gosh-I'm only going for the week-end! We'll be back on Monday.”
“Aw, come on, Rita-this'll only take ten minutes.”
“We've both got to get up, Phil.”
He tried to force my thighs apart, pushing against me to get me on my back. I kept my legs tightly closed, a hand covering my sex, putting the other behind me to brace myself. He pulled my nightie right up to my neck and began playing with my breasts. He must have felt a quiver of response, for he concentrated on the nipples, pinching and squeezing.
“Come on, Rita-open up! The old mazoomas are beginning to sit up and take notice! We can make it a quick one.” He pulled at my defending hand.
“Did you get what I asked you yesterday?” I whispered, letting him pull my hand away, as though I'd decided to let him have what he wanted.
“Huh? What was that?”
“There you are!” I wriggled away from him, pulling my nightie down again. “You only think about yourself and your own pleasures; you forget all about the bother I have to go to afterwards if I don't want to have a baby! Messing about preparing a douche…”
“Oh, hell! I forgot all about it! I'll get you some tablets today.”
“Good-I'll wait! Now we'd better get up-Jane will be in any minute, probably all ready to go! I wouldn't have time to…”
“Let me put it in-just for a minute; I'll pull out before anything happens-promise!” I could feel his hard penis hot against my thighs.
“Oh, men! You're all the same!”
“Now we're back to Stella again! You wouldn't be saving yourself for her by any chance?”
He was getting too near the bone!
“Oh, damn!” I hissed, doing my best to sound annoyed instead of scared and anxious as he mentioned Stella. “What a mind you must have! Look-I really haven't the time; you know Jane will be rearing to go. Here-turn over on to your back; quickly-we don't want Jane walking in in the middle of this!”
I felt for his cock as he turned over, then wriggled under the covers. I had to make this quick-I knew it was highly likely that Jane would come wandering in and I didn't want to be caught at this-especially after yesterday's close call. As I found his penis with my lips, he pushed the bedclothes right down. I looked up.
“I wanted the covers over me in case Jane came in.”
“Oh, I'll be able to pull them up before she sees anything. I like to watch you when you do this.”
I bent again resignedly to the task of gamming him. This was going to be the fastest gam he had ever had!
His penis was big and warm in my mouth; I compressed my lips about it, getting it all in until it made me gag as the knob touched the back of my throat. Then I rapidly moved my head up and down, getting a hand between his legs and gently squeezing his balls.
I felt his hand feeling round my behind as I knelt over him and moved round so that he could get at my bottom; this was something he enjoyed whenever I did this for him-to see and play with my rear-end.
I sucked hard, keeping my tongue constantly licking over his knob and round the edge. His fingers were groping at the cleft of my buttocks and I stuck them out to spread the cheeks for him, steeling myself for what I knew would come next.
Aah! There it was! A finger-tip poked into my anus, pushed in a little way, withdrew, then went back in again; wiggled about. I always thought it a queer sensation, but I pushed my bottom back still more, feeling the reaction it was producing in my mouth. In and out went the finger through my bottom as I sucked on his throbbing penis. The only trouble was-it was beginning to get me really roused, too! I had to finish it quickly.
I came up for air and filled my mouth with saliva, then bent and lowered my head slowly down on to his flesh again, sucking hard, tongue-tip tickling his G-string. I suddenly shoved my bottom back, forcing the length of his forefinger up into my rectum.
He groaned and jerked up at me, nearly choking me as his knob blocked my throat. I held my breath and kept my head where it was. His penis gave a great throb and then the warm semen was squirting directly down my throat. I gulped and swallowed as it came, squeezing his balls to get it all out of his system. Even when it stopped coming I gave him several long, hard sucks to get every last drop. That should hold him for the week-end!
I knelt up, licked my lips, swallowed and looked down at him, wincing as his finger pulled out of my behind.
“Satisfied now?”
“Bloody hell! Whew! I'll need crutches to get to the office after that!”
“Are you complaining?”
“No, sir! Rita-you're a marvellous woman!”
Though I knew it was rather dangerous ground, I couldn't resist it.
“Still think I might be a lesbian?”
“Not after that performance! I never thought you were, anyway; I still think Stella is, though.”
I let it go at that. I got up with Phil and pulled on a negligee, so that by the time Jane came bounding in, I was, for once, respectable!
We all had a sketchy breakfast together and when Phil left for work I went up to the bedroom to pack a bag- Jane's was already just inside the front door in the hall! As I finished, she came in.
“All ready, mummy?”
“I think so.” I took a last look round.
“Well let's go, then-Aunty Stella will be here in a few minutes.” She went towards the door then turned back to the bed with a quick look at me. Pulling the covers back, she inspected the sheet.
“What on earth are you up to?” I demanded.
“Just wondered if you'd had an upset tummy again this morning,” she shrugged.
“An upset tummy?” Then the penny dropped! I looked hard at her, but her face gave nothing away. “No, Jane, I hadn't.”
“I thought you might have; the white of that one you had yesterday seemed a bit off-it smelt very strong as I
