'Could use your phone to call…' he was saying.
'Phone's out. Electricity, too,' she shouted, a little bit too loudly. The noise wasn't so bad with the door shut. 'You're welcome to stay here until the storm is over,' she said.
Junior let out another scream as a stroke of lightning slammed down into the woods nearby.
'Jesus!' The guy jumped. 'What's the matter with him?'
'He's retarded, scared to death of the storm. Could you help me quiet him down and make him stop pulling his hair out? He's going to snatch himself bald, uh, Mr., uh?'
'Henry, Henry Preston. Sure, I can handle him.'
The guy jumped on Junior as fast as a cat making a pounce. The guy was about five eight and not heavy, but he must have had some muscles packed into that frame. He grabbed Junior's hands and forced him flat on his back, then he let go of one hand and lashed out with his right fist so fast that she wasn't even sure she had seen it move, but she sure as hell heard the crack of his knuckles against Junior's jaw. The idiot's head snapped back and rapped hard on the floor, and he went limp.
Henry got up, nursing his knuckles a little and giving them a lick with his tongue. 'He'll be all right, now. He'll have a sore jaw when he comes to, but no damage done.'
She took a closer look at him in the flashes of light. He was wearing a sodden wind-breaker and one of those fancy tennis shirts with a little alligator next to his left nipple. His pants were soaked, too, and stuck to his legs. He didn't bulge much in the crotch, but his thighs looked rock hard and tight as steel cables. He had a hard, flat belly on him too. She jerked her eyes up from his basket to look at his face.
He was grinning at her in a cocky way. He had noticed how and where she was looking at him. His face was sort of cute in a funny way. His hair was dark and short, but full, even when wet. He had on a pair of wire-rimmed glasses; she couldn't see what color his eyes were. He was clean-shaven, but with a heavy shadow of beard. His jaw was just a little too heavy to look handsome, but he looked like an all-right guy.
'He your brother?' he asked.
'No, I'm the housekeeper for the family who lives here. He's the older son. His father and brother are away. That's his sister over there in the corner.'
He looked around. 'Oh,' he said. He hadn't noticed Mary Lou when he came in. 'You help out their mother?'
'They haven't got a mother. I can usually manage all right by myself. Thanks for helping me with Junior. He's just too big and too scared for me to handle.'
He shivered violently like a wet dog. 'That's okay. Glad to help.'
'Oh, you're freezing like that. Let me get you a blanket so you can get out of those wet clothes. We still have the cooking gas on. I can dry them out for you in the oven. Would you like a cup of coffee or tea?'
'A mug of hot tea would be great.' His teeth chattered as he spoke.
She hustled him into the hall and took a blanket out of the linen closet and showed him where the bathroom was. Then she hurried off to the kitchen to turn on the oven and heat some water. As she stood over the stove wondering if she should heat up some food, Mary Lou came in.
'He ain't very hung,' she said.
'What?'
'I said he ain't very hung. His cock ain't very big. I peeked in at him through the key hole while he was strippin' off. He's got real hairy balls, though.'
'Mary Lou, you shouldn't be doing that. He's a guest in our house!'
'What's wrong with peekin'? I didn't feel him up or nothin'.'
Cindy tried to explain to the girl a few matters of politeness, but she couldn't help but feel a little twinge of disappointment, herself. Shame on you! she thought to herself. You got enough cock around this place to keep three or four girls happy. You don't need to be flirting with a passing stranger. Still, he was kind of cute, and she did feel a little wild and excited by the storm which continued to thunder and crash around them.
The guy came into the kitchen all bundled up in the blanket. She pulled a chair over to the stove and took the wad of clothes he held in his hand. She dropped them into the sink and tried to squeeze as much water out of them as she could. She felt a little embarrassed wringing out his jockey shorts. There were a couple of curly black hairs stuck on the wet cloth.
'Don't wring out the shirt,' he said. 'Just put it out flat on a towel or something.' Fussy with his fancy clothes, wasn't he? She got some clean towels and put his clothes on them and then put them into the oven, leaving the door open to warm him up. He sat there, covered up from his neck down to his hairy toes, which he was toasting in front of the stove. The kettle started to whistle, and she made him a cup of tea and one for herself.
'Nice and cozy in here out of the rain,' he said.
'We could have a nice little party if it wasn't for the kid,' he leered at her.
'Ooo, let's have a party,' Mary Lou said. 'Let's have a party here in the dark!'
'That's not the kind of party I meant,' Henry said.
'Oh yes it is! Don't you want to fuck?' laughed Mary Lou.
He nearly fell off the chair. Cindy had to laugh in spite of herself. She could hardly see his face, but what she could see was worth a fortune. She had never seen a guy go from a leer to slack-jawed amazement so fast in her life.
'Course, you ain't got much of a dick on you,' Mary Lou observed.
'The hell you say!' he objected.
'Looks like a piddlin' little thing to me.'
'What would you know about it, little girl?'
'Little girl yourself! You take a look at my big brother's cock out there in the living room? Well he's got about the second biggest in the whole wide world, and my daddy's got the best! And I taken both of them more times than you ever got your nut off, Mr. Rich Boy!'
'Is she crazy too?' he asked Cindy.
'No more than the rest of the world,' Cindy said. 'If you want a party, I guess you got one.'
'How much?'
'How much what?'
'How much money?'
'Wow! He's going to pay us just for letting him fuck us, Cindy! How about that!'
'We aren't whores, Mr. Preston. I offered you a party, not a deal. Keep your money.'
'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. You just got me all mixed up. Okay?'
'Okay. You getting nice and warm inside that blanket?'
'Hot as hell in here. You mind if I take it off?'
'Go ahead. Let's see if Mary Lou knows what she's talking about.'
The light from the stove and the constant flashes of lightning were enough for her to see that he was very ordinary-looking indeed. Of course, he wasn't on hard yet, but he still didn't look very promising. Mary Lou jumped on him right away and stuffed his soft dong into her mouth. She was sucking and chewing away on him while he leaned back in the chair and stretched his legs out.
'Mmm, she sure knows how to give a hum job doesn't she?' he remarked to Cindy as the girl went down on him. He sighed in satisfaction as she sucked. Cindy was eager to get a look at his prong with a hard-on. Mary Lou finally pulled off it for a while to suck on his ball bag. His pecker was run-of-the-mill in appearance, between six and seven inches in length, ordinary thickness, nothing special about it at all – just a nice lady's home companion.
'I'm right proud of this pecker of mine,' he said, quite unexpectedly.
'Oh, really?' she said, not wanting to make any comment that would hurt his feelings.
'It doesn't look like much, but looking isn't fucking,' he winked. 'Just wait and try me out, and you'll see why I'm proud of it.'
Cindy couldn't turn down a direct challenge like that! She began to take off her clothes, doing a little strip for the guy in the light from the stove. The thunder and lightning were still going like all hell broken loose, but it only added to her feeling of thrill and horniness. 'Come on, big boy,' she said.
'Hey!' Mary Lou objected. 'I got him first!'
'You had your turn,' Cindy said. 'It's my turn now. Right, Henry.'
