"Ohhh… ohhhhh, shit!"

It felt good to say words like that. I couldn't stop to figure out why. The big muscles in my thighs stood out from the tension. My fingers were so weak I could hardly keep hold of the hose. Then one foot accidentally brushed the hot-water faucet and the temperature of the jet went up suddenly.

It wasn't enough to hurt me or burn me. But it was a new excitement and I felt my trembling body pushed over the line between sanity and madness. I thrashed and splashed in the filling tub, my fingers working as the throes built between my thighs. That was part of it, knowing I didn't know anything really.

And this strange and mysterious force was taking over! I gasped and babbled and grabbed the little red hose with both hands to keep from dropping it. My pussy was swollen open like ripe fruit, exposing itself completely to the steamy bath. And my muscles were moving all by themselves. I could feel the big ones in my ass tightening and loosening. When they moved like that, it made my hips rock forward and backwards. It was a movement, like Barry had been making when he'd climbed on my back and pushed his big cock…

"Ohhh… feels… sooo… good!" The hose snaked out of my hand for a second and I had to thrash the water to find it. But I got it back quick and the exhilarating throbs of pleasure increased like before. Then I felt a sudden wash of frantic excitement. I couldn't stand just to spray myself. I had to dig at the throbbing folds of my cunt, too, with my other hand. I gouged along where my cherry was and along the depth of my cleft. The hot water bathed and swathed my cuntal membranes as the jet pulsed against my clit and sent me shuddering, sent me gasping into another world.