Spencer-3 by Kathi S. Barton

for his shampoo.
    When she looked back at him over her butt, he wondered how his tongue had gotten so thick and his mouth so dry. It was all he could do not to plunge his now hard cock deep into her opening. Breathing hard, he tried to remember why he couldn’t when she started talking to him.
    “I had a cat when I was a little girl. His name was Princess Sparky. I’m not sure why right now, other than the fact that I always made him wear this pink tiara all the time. He was a huge cat too. We were inseparable. I have some cousins. Two boys who were all older than me and loved to torment Princess and me. It got so bad one summer day that I walked to the police station to see my dad. I had decided that I was going to file a complaint against my cousins.”
    “How old where you?” He had moved from scrubbing her back to taking over washing her hair. It felt like spun silk; its heavy mass cascaded down her back in a long, wet coil.
    “Five, I think. My dad died when I was six, so it was close to then. He sat me down in one of those chairs across from him and took out a pad of paper and an ink pen. He was getting serious with me, something he knew that I would pay attention to. He started writing things down and asking me questions at the same time. I doubt it was anything more than a duty roster or something, but him putting it on a clip board made it seem so important to me. But it was the way he asked the questions that impressed me. They were standard questions I’ve asked thousands of times—name of person, Jacob and Timothy Shamus. He asked for their address and I remember looking at him so seriously and telling him he knew where they lived, with Uncle Samuel. Then he asked how I wanted them punished—death by firing squad, poisoned, or hanged. I said that I didn’t want them dead, just punished. He told me that when people hurt his little girl, he had no choice but to kill them. That’s what daddies did when their little girls filed a complaint. I remember sitting there thinking hard as Princess paced the room. Finally, the big, stupid cat jumped into my lap and looked me right in the eyes. I swear, Grant, I thought he was saying, ‘is it really that bad.’ ‘Maybe,’ I said to my daddy, ‘you can teach me how to fight back.’ The next afternoon he signed me up for self-defense classes. Uncle Paddy made sure I got to every one of them.”
    He pulled her to him. Even with her back to his front, he knew she was crying. He felt a few tears in his eyes as well.
    “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you sad. I just wanted to get to know you better.”
    “I’m not sad. Well, not too sad anyway. I loved my daddy very much. And even though we had very little time together, we lived each day to the fullest.”
    “I can’t believe your dad let you name that poor male cat Princess Sparky.
    No wonder your cousins made fun of you.” She laughed as he hoped she would.
    Standing there with the water running over them, she reached behind her and cupped his cock. He moved hard against her hand and need rushed though him again. He was taking his time this round even if it killed him.
    Guiding her to the bench in the shower, he gently pushed her forward until her hands rested on the seat. Backing away two steps to look at her, his cock wept a little in anticipation of being inside of her again. But he had other plans.
    Dropping to his knees behind her, he ran his hands up her calves to her knees and spread her feet apart. Her pink pussy lips glistened before him.
    Groaning at her scent, even with the water rushing over them, he leaned in and licked into her heat.
    She nearly stood up, but his sharp “no” had her back into place. Moving deeper between her thighs, he pressed his tongue deep into her and lapped at her. Her thighs trembled and while he enjoyed having her open for him, he felt he was not getting as much as he wanted of her. She turned around when he pulled away and he sat her down on the beach,