Carla Williams luxuriated in the stream of hot water that cascaded over her naked body, reviving sensation in her numbed limbs. Her nipples contracted momentarily and then expanded as the caressing liquid poured over the soft pink pads of sensitive flesh. Her blonde pubic hair was soon pasted to her body, darkening and clinging to the taut skin of her loins. A loud buzzing sound interrupted her revelry but Carla ignored it for a few seconds, not wanting to leave the comforting shower.
It was impossible to ignore the importunate ringing. Somebody was at the door, his finger pressed to the bell, refusing to leave her in peace. Carla turned the water off and felt her body shivering as she stepped from the shower. Pulling the terry-cloth robe over her shoulders, Carla brushed long silky reddish-blonde hair from her eyes and strode purposefully from the warm bathroom, hoping to turn away the unwanted visitor.
"I'm busy," Carla announced before asking the identity of her visitor. "Can't you come back later. I'm not dressed and I really prefer not to be interrupted now."
"I'm sorry, lady," a young, somewhat high-pitched voice answered. "It's Jimmy, the electrician's assistant. I came to do that wiring you were complaining about. If I don't do it now you'll have to wait till Monday to get it fixed."
Carla pulled the robe tighter around her body, blinking water from her eyes and then slowly opening the door. It had been two weeks since the landlord had promised to repair the faulty wiring. Most likely, the boy would finish his job in half an hour and then leave her in peace for the rest of the evening.
Carla smiled as she admitted the lad, ignoring the after-effects of the cocktails she had drunk during the day's office party. Friday was always like that at the advertising agency where she had been working the last two years. Sex and alcohol were forever the main topics of interest and conversation, and Carla had not yet decided which she found more discomforting.
"It won't take me too long," Jimmy Rogers promised, unable to keep from staring at the tall, well-built, thirty-five-year-old woman. "I'm sorry to disturb you on Friday evening but my boss isn't very sensitive about things like that. Hey, this is a really nice apartment. It must have cost you a fortune to fix it up like this. What's it like to live in a place like this?"
Carla shivered as she felt the hot water cooling on her lissome back, creating patches of gooseflesh. She had never seen the young boy before but he was being quite polite and considerate, probably hoping for a nice tip. In any case, it was always pleasant to have her apartment praised after the work and money that she had put into the place.
"Gee, you live here all alone I guess," Jimmy continued, following the good-looking woman into the kitchen. "I think I'd go crazy having such a big place."
"You get used to it," Carla answered with a smile. "Please try to get the wiring fixed tonight. I know it's a big job, but I've been waiting so long and I'd really like it done before the weekend. You must be very good at electronics to be sent here alone. Your employer must have a lot of faith in you."
Jimmy stared at the older woman, transfixed by the way her large round breasts pressed out against the confines of her loose bathrobe. Her legs were bare and wet, the water enhancing the trim muscular limbs. At the age of sixteen it was all Jimmy could do to keep his emotions and desires under control, remind himself that he was there for work rather than pleasure.
Carla poured herself a martini as she watched the young man crouch under the sink and begin to work. Tall, slender and handsome, he had made a good impression on her from the first. Carla's hand shook as she raised the crystal glass to her lips. She shouldn't be thinking that way, Carla insisted sternly. That part of her life was over once and for all. The boy would do his job and then leave. That was all that would happen between them.
"It sure is hot in here," Jimmy commented a few moments later, raising himself to his full height. "Do you have anything cold to drink? Beer, soda, anything that's cool."
"You shouldn't be drinking at your age," Carla answered, an involuntary smile creasing her thick-lipped, sensual mouth. "All I have is a pitcher of martinis. Have you ever had one before?"
Jimmy flushed slightly, embarrassed by the mention of his age. However, he accepted the drink gladly, trying to keep from wincing as the inebriating drink set his mouth on fire. He smiled and thanked Carla Williams and then returned to his work, taking one more look at the woman's naked thighs as he crouched below the sink. Jobs like that were hard to take for a lusty sixteen year old. A woman like Carla was distracting to say the least.
Eventually the work was finished, and Jimmy Rogers stood up, his face flushed, his hair plastered to his scalp. As he put the tools away in his blue aluminum box, Jimmy was surprised and confused by Carla, who was now sitting on the couch, two full glasses of liquor on the slat coffee table before her.
"Come on, you might as well have another drink," Carla announced, her voice husky and insinuating. "You did a wonderful job and you deserve a reward. A good-looking boy like you should be out on a date Friday night, not wasting his time working."
Jimmy walked tentatively to the couch, trying desperately to repress the fantasies that had plagued him since entering Carla's luxuriously appointed apartment. The woman, while not old enough to be his mother, was certainly out of Jimmy's league, with her magnificent body, deep throat voice and sophisticated face. Still, it was impossible to hide the fact that she was coming on to him, having forgotten what she had said about having him finish his work quickly and then leave her in peace.
A few minutes of intimate conversation did nothing to alleviate the young man's confusion. Carla's bathrobe had separated at the breast and hiked up over her still moist thighs, making it impossible for him to concentrate on his drink. Jimmy could feel himself blushing, which confused him all the more. By craning his neck slightly, Jimmy could see the outlines of the woman's large pink nipples, could watch her large firm tits quiver and bounce every time she moved or gesticulated.
Carla moved closer to the young man, fascinated despite her former resolve. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was loneliness that made the lad so irresistible in her eyes. After a week of office frustration, Jimmy seemed a breath of fresh air, young, innocent, attractive and obviously available.
Carla moved closer to the young man, feeling his biceps contracting as they were brushed by her soft shoulders. Jimmy seemed completely flustered at that point, wanting her badly but having no idea of how to achieve his ambitions. He constituted a pleasant change from the conceited, aggressive men she was used to working with. There was no point tormenting the lad any longer.
Carla blinked her blue eyes and then allowed her head to loll against Jimmy's muscular right shoulder, wondering how long it would take the handsome youth to go on the offensive. He was shivering palpably, completely unsure of himself, disoriented by strong drink and the presence of an older, desirable woman.
"Kiss me," Carla commanded, her voice hard despite its huskiness. "Come on Jimmy, you know what to do with a girl, don't you?"
For a brief moment a wall of tension sprang up between Jimmy and Carla as the young man's mind ran the gamut of apprehension and indecision. Her eyes were closed now, her lips moist and parted. It was the last thing Jimmy had expected but he was not altogether inexperienced where women were concerned. Only a fool would have passed up an opportunity like this one.
Jimmy wrapped his right arm around Carla's shoulders, feeling the woman press her body against him. He lowered his head slightly and then planted a nervous kiss on those soft sensual lips, immediately feeling a surge of lust pass through his healthy young body. His tongue slid effortlessly Into Carla's open mouth and then he could feel the woman sucking at his lips, responding quickly, evidently eager to get it on as soon as possible.
A few seconds later, Jimmy could feel the woman's long cool fingers opening the buttons of his corduroy workshirt. Her nails tickled his chest, causing his nipples to harden and pucker. All the while he continued to kiss the woman, his breath coming short and fast, unwilling to break the spell, still worried that the woman would reject him before satisfying his lust.
Gingerly, Jimmy pawed at the fabric of Carla's bathrobe, thrilled to see her round tits emerging from beneath the heavy, wet material. The woman pressed herself into his arms again, her tits pushing against his thin muscular torso. Reaching down, he separated their bodies a few inches and grabbed one tit, stroking and gripping the soft flesh, feeling his prick get hard and lunge forward against the confines of his tight pants.
By that point Carla had submitted completely. It was insane to make it with a sixteen-year-old stranger, but her desires were not to be denied. Carla squirmed in her young lover's arms and then slipped completely out of her bathrobe, at the same time zipping Jimmy's fly open. The boy's prick was amazingly hard, a shaft of contracted muscle, completely irresistible.
Carla lay back on the overstuffed velour sofa, sighing as Jimmy lowered his head to her lusting tits. His mouth closed around her left nipple, sucking the delicious bit of flesh, teasing it with his long red tongue. His pants and undershorts were down at his ankles now, and Jimmy twisted his torso, rubbing his inflamed cock and balls against the silky flesh of Carla's lithe thighs.
Finally Carla could stand it no longer. She stared at the boy's unswaddled prick and then knew exactly what she was going to do. Disengaging her limbs slowly and carefully, Carla sank effortlessly to the thick pile carpet, her head parallel to the boy's cock. It was flattering to think that she was probably the first woman to introduce him to the joys of oral sex.
Carla gripped the lad's prick in her right hand, pulling at the loose skin of its collar, pulling it back and forth over the swollen dark red crown. Soon the thick organ had extended to its full length, seven inches of hard masculine lust desperately awaiting her loving attention. Carla smiled up at the boy she was seducing, ready to give him the experience of a lifetime.
It took but a moment for Carla to part her hot lips and plant a kiss of the very tip of her young lover's raging prick. She could feel the boy quivering with anticipation, which removed the last shreds of apprehension in her own mind. Then her lips parted once again, admitting the burning scepter, comforting it with the expert caresses of her long, moist tongue.
Jimmy stared down at the crouching woman as he felt her big tits pressing importunately against his knees. It was like a dream come true, the ultimate consummation of his fantasies. It seemed impossible for the sophisticated woman to be down on her knees before him, sucking his rigid cock, but that was exactly what was happening. Jimmy closed his eyes momentarily, knowing that he would shoot his load prematurely if he allowed himself to watch the lovely woman's passionate ministrations.
Carla played with the head of her lover's prick for a few seconds, teasing and tormenting it with her agile tongue. Already she could taste a preliminary drop of come pearling at the opening of the thick shaft but that had to be a false alarm. She lowered her head more, taking another three inches of the heavy rod into her hungry mouth, feeling her nipples tighten again, feeling a thin stream of pussy juice trickling down her thighs.
It was hot in the large apartment, the windows having been shut for her shower. Carla could feel a swath of perspiration on her inclined back which did not slow her down for a second. No, it had been a long time since she had indulged her passion, allowed herself to seduce a virile youngster. She was going to make the best of it, satisfy her desires totally.
Carla ran her tongue along the length of her young lover's cock, tracing the veins individually. She could feel the boy's muscles contract almost painfully as she put him through his paces but that was all part of the game. Soon he would relax under her care, enjoy himself as never before. Despite six months of celibacy, Carla was confident of her abilities as a mistress, knew that she was still able to satisfy the most demanding lover, even a lusty young boy like Jimmy.
Carla began to bob her head up and down on the thick cock, letting the saliva leak out on her mouth, forming a sticky patina on this hard, succulent flesh. His big boyish prick banged at the base of her throat but Carla was able to handle that easily. She gripped the boy's pendulant balls in her right hand and clutched then gently, as if milking the come from her young lover's body.
A few seconds later Carla allowed the prick to slide all the way out of her clinging mouth, holding it by the base in her right hand. Her tongue darted immediately out of her mouth, tickling the tip of Jimmy's cock, causing it to bounce violently. Then Carla attacked the organ as if it were a giant lollipop, letting her tongue travel the full seven inches of his cock shaft, twining around the rod, giving Jimmy not a second of peace.
Jimmy lay back on the couch, finally allowing his eyes to open. The older woman was still holding onto his balls but that wasn't what engaged his attention. It was incredible to feel that sensitive tongue gliding up and down his prick, wetting the tangled pubic hair. The woman smiled up at him momentarily and then returned quickly to her oral labors, knowing that it wouldn't be much longer before Jimmy was ready to shoot his wad.
Carla opened her mouth once again, her tongue still flicking against the sensitive skin of the young boy's cock. Her lips clamped down on Jimmy's prick, and then she began to suck him off for real, bobbing her head up and down like a machine, ignoring the choking sensation as his huge cock banged against her throat.
"That's it, lady, I'm almost ready now," Jimmy gasped, hardly aware that he was speaking. "You don't know how that makes me feel. Keep doing it, don't stop now. I'm almost there."
Carla continued to suck the lad's prick, her lips and tongue driving him wild. Occasionally she would bite gently into the hard flesh, knowing that that would tantalize the confused boy all the more. She hadn't intended to blow him to conclusion, but now that seemed inevitable. She would wait until he came in her mouth and hope that he would be willing to fuck her afterward.
Letting go of Jimmy's tightening balls, Carla turned her full attention to the cock that was rampaging inside her hungry mouth. The boy had leaned forward slightly and was rocking back and forth on his hips, almost sliding off the edge of the sofa. His cock was slamming in and out of her mouth with increasing speed, a sure sign that he was almost ready.
Carla moved closer to her young lover, pressing her tits against Jimmy's groin, feeling the come juice seeping out of her own sexual apparatus. Her face was turning red from lack of oxygen as the thick organ filled her mouth to capacity but that did not bother Carla for a second. She was so close to her objective that she would have been willing to tolerate anything.
Jimmy reached down and held the woman's head in his strong hands, his fingers wrapping around the nape of her neck. He pushed his prick forward and stared in amazement as six inches of cock disappeared effortlessly into the woman's gaping mouth. His body was on fire now, every muscle tensed and on edge. It was impossible to take that sort of treatment without exploding but Jimmy held out for as long as possible, not wanting things to end, hoping to prolong his pleasure indefinitely.
Jimmy felt the come moving up from his balls, forming a temporary reservoir at the tip of his tumid cock. The woman was still sucking at his prick as if there would be no tomorrow, swallowing more of the thick shaft with every passing second. Jimmy closed his eyes once again, knowing that the end was near, that he had reached the limits of his sexual endurance.
He lunged forward once more, his prick moving as if it had a mind of its own. Carla gagged slightly as the prick hammered against her unprotected throat but did not slow down for a second. She could feel the young man's muscles clenching now, could feel him preparing for the final explosion.
Jimmy shoved his prick in for the last time, his veins pumping blood as a thick stream of hot frothing come poured into Carla's waiting hungry mouth. He came and then came again, feeling his muscles relax as the streams of cum flooded into Carla's mouth. The woman seemed surprised at the amount of semen she was forced to swallow, but downed it in a series of ingesting motions, feeling the saline taste filling her mouth completely.
Carla continued to suck at the thick organ even after Jimmy had emptied his balls completely. She rolled the come around in her mouth for a moment and then swallowed the last of it, using her adroit tongue to clean the thick organ and keep it in a state of hard readiness. Her face was covered with sweat but that didn't bother the satiated older woman.
"That was wonderful," she announced a few seconds later, letting the heavy organ slide from between her parted lips. "Have you ever done that before, Jimmy?"
"Just once," Jimmy answered candidly, his body still quivering with lust. "But it wasn't anything like that. That was really super, Miss Williams. It was the best thing that ever happened to me."
Carla lifted herself back onto the couch, finishing the remains of her cocktail. She smiled at the lad, a drop of come visible on her glistening white teeth. All that remained was to convince the horny lad to fuck her and that promised to be rather simple after the way their relationship had started.
"Have you ever fucked a girl before?" Carla asked gently, not wanting to scare her inexperienced lover. "You don't have to be afraid to tell me. I know all about sex, and I'd love to teach you a few things, if you don't have to go back to work that is."
"No, I'm all right that way," Jimmy said, once again trying not to blush. "I've fooled around with a few girls, but they never let me fuck them. I don't really know how to do it."
Carla arose from the couch and headed directly for her bedroom, knowing that the boy would be quick to follow. Jimmy walked three steps behind the middle-aged beauty, his eyes riveted to Carla's shapely hobbling buttocks. It was still hard to accept what was happening to him, but his prick had remained hard and he knew that he was in for something truly extraordinary.
Jimmy looked around at the luxuriously appointed bedroom, appreciative of the expensive furniture and soft indirect lighting. He watched Carla as she stretched out on the circular double bed, her arms thrown apart, stressing the fullness of her soft tits. For a few moments he stood at the edge of the bed, scared to sit down, unsure of what he was getting himself into.
"Come on, it's a little late for you to be shy," Carla teased gently. "You're going to be a terrific lover, with that big strong cock of yours. Here, lie down next to me and try to relax. I'll show you exactly how to fuck a woman."
Jimmy settled down on the bed, feeling a wave of warmth emanating from the older woman's voluptuous body. His prick had softened slightly but now it was springing to life again as a result of their proximity. He kissed Carla chastely on the lips and then waited, not knowing what was expected of him.
For her part, Carla could not have been more delighted with the young man's timidity. He seemed so youthful and innocent and helpless, a man who needed her desperately. Rather than take advantage of the young lad, Carla spoke in a calm tone of voice, explaining a few things about the mechanics of sex, knowing that she was firing the young man's imagination.
"It'll be even better than getting your cock sucked," she said. "It's the best thing of all. I know you're a little scared but that won't last. Here, touch my pussy and see if it isn't nice. Come on, Jimmy, I'm waiting for you."
Jimmy placed his right hand over her soft blonde pubic bush that had been pointed out to him. He caressed the soft hairs and then allowed his finger to slide between her already dripping labia. It was disorienting at first but soon he was able to relax and feel his prick straining with desire. There was nothing to worry about with the experienced woman calling the shots for him.
Carla sighed audibly as she felt a thick index finger probing her hungry twat. It had been a long time since she had been with a man, a longer time since she had fucked a boy like Jimmy. Most likely he would come two minutes after entering her, but that was all right, too. Sucking Jimmy's cock had aroused her lust to a fever pitch, and it wouldn't be long before Carla was able to celebrate her own long-awaited orgasm.
After a few moments of explicit instruction, Jimmy felt reasonably confident about his ability to fuck the woman properly. He climbed on top of Carla's supine body, feeling her abdomen pressing against his rock hard midsection. His prick rested against her soft blonde pubic curls, and Jimmy immediately began to grind his hips, fucking the woman before he had entered her.
Carla reached down and held the thick hard organ in her hand, guiding it slowly and expertly into her open vulva. His big organ slid in effortlessly, filling her to capacity, causing Carla to wince and groan involuntarily. Jimmy was rigid and immobile for the moment, needed her to start things moving, to show him exactly what had to be done.
Two seconds later, Carla began her work. She dug her ass into the soft mattress beneath her and then began to wriggle her luscious hips from side to side, feeling her pussy walls contracting around the thick organ that had filled her so well. Soon Jimmy caught on, withdrawing his prick halfway with agonizing slowness and then slamming it in again, as if worried that he would fall out and be unable to re-enter the woman's clinging box.
"That's it, slow and easy," Carla coaxed her young charge. "You're doing it just perfectly, really turning me on. Try to relax and let yourself enjoy it, darling."
Jimmy did not bother to answer his mistress. Now that he had entered the woman's dripping twat, his self-confidence had resumed with a rush. He felt strong and masculine and mature, able to master the woman who had shown him how to fuck. It felt indescribably magnificent to feel her twat clutching at his prick as Carla's hips raised and lowered, crashing into his body and working the young man into a veritable paroxysm of desire.
Carla spread her legs wide, knowing that her work was done. Now it was a matter of resting and letting the young man guide her slowly towards orgasm. Her hips and cunt continued to move but otherwise Carla was completely at peace with herself, unable to concentrate on anything but her growing passion.
"You can fuck me harder now," she whispered, her mouth only inches from Jimmy's ear. "Let yourself go and have a good time. I love everything that you're doing to me, you big stud."
Jimmy ignored the tone of condescension in his mistress' voice, overcome with his own passion. He was going to come quickly but that didn't matter after the fun he had had already. He raised himself up slightly and then slammed his thick cock back into Carla's waiting pussy, feeling his pubic hair being moistened by contact with the woman's wet gaping labia.
Carla wrapped her arms around the young man's back, knowing that she would come in a matter of seconds. It seemed impossible to get turned on that rapidly but her lust for young men had always been difficult to understand. In any event, her cunt felt as if it had been set on fire, was closing down around the thick cock and refusing to let it withdraw for a moment.
Carla arched her back, feeling a wave of passion wash through her entire body. At first the sensation was general and enveloping but soon it was localized in her cunt and clitoris, an agonizing, frustrating sensation that had to be slaked quickly. Then she could feel her cunt closing for the last time, her muscles relaxing as quickly as they had contracted. Letting out a long anguished sigh of lust, Carla felt the fluids leaking out of her cunt, bathing her lover's prick from crown to base.
Carla came and then came again, her second contraction almost too powerful to bear. Her body squirmed and writhed on the soft bed and then she lay back exhausted, feeling her lover continue to press his weight on top of her, practically driving the tall slender woman right through her mattress.
Jimmy was confused by the reaction he had caused, but not to the point of losing his concentration. Obviously the woman was pleased with his performance, had experienced something akin to the sensations of his own orgasm. She was not moving any longer but that was nothing to worry about, as long as she lay there and let him fuck her for a few more seconds.
Jimmy lowered his head and began to suck at Carla's distended tits, relishing the way her nipples dilated and contracted in his dripping mouth. All the while, his hips continued to churn powerfully, shooting his prick in and out of her soft, elastic tissue, his passion mounting to a frenzy.
"That's it, big stud," Carla whimpered, her voice high and somewhat choked. "I want to feel that big prick of yours exploding inside my cunt, just like you did to my mouth. Come on, Jimmy, I know you can fuck me harder than that."
Jimmy raised his body up again, allowing the woman's nipples to fall away from his mouth. His prick was like a separate entity at that point, slamming in and out of her waiting receptacle, each stroke harder and faster than the last. He was almost there now, ready to shoot his load for the second time in an hour.
He could feel his balls slamming against the bottom of the older woman's buttocks, could feel the come moving up once more into the swollen tip of his blood-engorged prick. Jimmy looked down for a few moments, hypnotized by the sight of his prick disappearing and reemerging from her tantalizing hole. It would have been nice to go on that way forever but he knew that a few more strokes would bring him over the verge.
Carla lifted her legs slightly, widening the opening of her dripping pussy. It was easy to hook her feet around the young man's back and hold him firmly in position. Now his cock was rotating around inside her, stirring Carla from within. It almost seemed as if she would have a second orgasm before Jimmy had his first, but she soon saw that that was not to be.
Jimmy shoved his prick in once more and then Carla could feel an ocean of sperm entering her body. The boy humped her furiously and then stopped moving rather abruptly, his breath coming in long loud gasps. His prick went soft a few minutes later, sliding out of Carla's cunt coated with semen and pussy juice.
"I think I better be going now," Jimmy stated nervously. "I mean it's getting a little late and I've been here for a long time, almost an hour."
"But you said you didn't have to go back to work," Carla pleaded, her voice losing its aspect of cool sophistication. "I want you to fuck me again, Jimmy. There are so many more things I can show you, even better than what we just did."
"It's not work," Jimmy answered, flushing slightly. "I have to be home for dinner, or my father'll be pissed at me. I'm sorry, Miss Williams, but I really have to go."
Carla helped the young man dress and then kissed him good-bye with great affection, not allowing herself to plead any longer. The boy was sure to come back after the good time she had showed him. Two minutes later, her apartment seemed cold and barren as Carla stepped back into the shower, wondering what she was going to do with the rest of the long Friday evening.
CHAPTER TWO
Carla Williams sat alone in her extensive living room, the couch still warm from her recent sexual activities. As she sipped her third martini of the evening, Carla found it difficult to keep from thinking about Jimmy, the young man who had fucked her so well. It would have been nice to spend the whole night together, testing the virility in that strong young body, but when you robbed the cradle you rarely got what you wanted.
It was early in the evening, early enough for Carla to call one of her girl friends and arrange a get-together. Carla reached for the telephone and then drew her arm back, realizing that she would be bored stiff with any of her friends, would find it a comedown from her sex charged hour with the young electrician. She sank back into the lushly upholstered velour sofa and sipped her drink again, her face animated and nervous.
Carla spent the next hour taking care of the household chores she had neglected during the week. It was hard to maintain a career and a home simultaneously but Carla was up to the challenge and always had been. Graduate of a top woman's college, she had started on the bottom rung of the advertising ladder, as secretary to the president of a small agency. Carla had worked diligently, regardless of the nature of her job. Even the most trivial tasks had been taken seriously, done with an eye on the future. Carla had quit the first agency and become a copywriter in a larger concern. Now she was at the top of her field, earning good money, respected by her colleagues, male and female.
But Carla Williams was not a popular woman. Lacking social grace, she came on all business, turning men off with her efficiency and lack of a sense of humor. Her sharp ears had picked up much of the office gossip, and the self-aware woman had to admit that she had earned the description of ice princess, or ball buster, as some of her less generous colleagues would have put it.
Despite her reputation and foreboding mannerisms, Carla had been much besieged by men. Tall, blonde, large-breasted and broad hipped, she cut an appealing figure physically. Her large sensual mouth and insinuating blue eyes seemed to draw men like a magnet. Carla was past the point of being flattered by their unwanted attention. She had been turned off to sex at an early age, saw men as threatening, degenerate, aggressive creatures.
Carla lay down her glass and closed her eyes, reclining on the soft couch. She was drowsy but it would be impossible to fall asleep for a few hours longer. It was so easy to sink back and remember, relive the significant events of her past. All week she had been concerned with business matters, suppressing her own personal concerns for the sake of her career. Now she could be her own woman, indulge herself completely.
The radio was on at low volume, playing yet another sentimental love song. Carla's taste in music was simple and primitive. It was good as background, relaxing, but did not affect her sensually. Carla had been a good athlete as a girl but never a good dancer, had never allowed herself to be taken up by rhythm and movement.
The nightgown slid off Carla's shoulders as she luxuriated on the overstuffed couch. Her breasts were still full and sensitive from the fucking Jimmy had given her. Her legs crossed and then opened restlessly and there was still a tingling sensation deep inside her recently satiated pussy. It was impossible to relax except by losing herself in reminiscence.
Naturally, Carla's thoughts turned to sex. It was possible to forget her current frustration by re-experiencing her past sexual experiences. Unfortunately, Carla's sexual initiation had been far from pleasant. After a promising start, she had been hurt and disillusioned, turned off almost completely.
At the age of thirteen it had been so beautiful and I simple. That summer she had cemented an alliance with Ralph Danzig, the boy next door, a year younger than herself. School was over and there wasn't much to do, other than bicycle riding down the curved streets of her lower middle class suburb. Even that grew tiring and boring after a while. Two weeks of idleness had made the young girl restive and frustrated.
Ralph had changed that in a hurry. New to the neighborhood, he had picked out his next door neighbor on his first day at school, noting the girl's swelling breasts, long hairless legs and broad shapely ass. Carla was the best stacked girl in school and had a pretty face as well. It seemed that it would be easy enough to get something started with the young sexpot, especially once school had ended. For Carla was a serious student, too hard working and zealous to go out on dates.
Ralph had insinuated himself carefully into Carla's affections, not coming on strong for the first week. He made sure to run into the girl at least once a day, exchanging a few words at first, then becoming more personal. He could see that the girl was responsive, found him attractive and interesting. One thing had led to another until Ralph had asked her out on an innocent date, a bike ride to the state park five miles away from their town.
Carla's parents had been more than happy to approve of the girl's dating. Carla had always been shy and standoffish with other children. Ralph was a gregarious, nice-looking youth, whose sociability might be tonic for their daughter. Mrs. Williams didn't bother to warn her daughter about the dangers of being alone with a teenage boy. It didn't seem possible for her staid, respectable daughter to consider fooling around.
The day started beautifully, a sunny July morning. Ralph set a fast pace along the deserted streets, knowing that his agile slender companion would have no trouble keeping up with him. In just over an hour they entered the state park, leaving their bicycles in the parking lot and heading into the woods. Carla was startled to feel Ralph taking her hand once they had reached a deserted area but she complied with the boy's wishes, finding that her usual reserve had evaporated in his presence.
"Let's sit down here for a while," Ralph suggested, indicating a secluded shaded copse. "We haven't much chance to talk, and I really want to talk to you."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"I don't know, anything," Ralph answered, smiling and narrowing his eyes as he met Carla's unflinching gaze. "I don't know if I even want to talk. Maybe I'd like to do other things."
Before Carla could ask what the handsome lad had in mind, Ralph had moved closer to the girl, his right arm laid gently on her slender shoulder. Carla felt her blood starting to race. It wasn't the first time a boy had tried to kiss her but it was different somehow. For one thing, she was going to give in, let Ralph do what he wanted. Usually boys made her nervous but Ralph had her happy, curious and content.
Carla closed her eyes as she felt the boy's lips pressing against her mouth. Ralph was six months younger than her but he was tall and muscular, had already started to shave. He emanated a pleasant musky odor as his body blocked out the sun. Everything about the boy was warm and pleasing and attractive.
Carla winced as she felt the boy's tongue attempting to penetrate her lips. After a second of half-conscious thought she parted her lips, allowing the boy to have his way with her. Carla's body was being stimulated for the first time in her young life, and it was difficult for her to understand what was happening. As long as the experience remained I pleasant she was willing to put up with the confusion indefinitely.
Ralph was not the sort of lad to let an opportunity be wasted. He kissed the girl for a few minutes, reaming her mouth with his thick tongue. And then lowered his hand from her shoulders, seeking out the well defined contours of Carla's budding adolescent tits. The girl squirmed in his arms but it seemed that as long as he kept kissing her she would let him do anything.
"You're so nice," Ralph purred, no longer kissing the girl. "And you have such a terrific figure, just like a movie star. A lot of the boys think you wear falsies, but I can see you're for real. Did you know that you have the best body in the school?"
Carla had come to that conclusion on her own, but it was good to hear it from a boy. Ralph was so gentle and sincere, so dedicated to her that it was almost embarrassing. Usually he was a fast-talking wise guy, but now he was acting like a real gentleman, abashed and dominated by her lovely presence.
"I'd like to do some things to you," Ralph said, getting bolder with every passing minute. "Come on, let me take your blouse off. If you don't like it, I promise you can put it back on."
A brief moment of hesitation preceded Carla's acquiescence. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, her nipples already erect, wondering why her hands were trembling so uncontrollably. It was embarrassing to sit there in her brassiere, the tops of her tits bulging out of their framework. But Ralph was looking at her with such admiration that she couldn't be nervous for long.
Ralph reached down and began to fondle her large swelling tits that had been offered to his perusal. His hands stroked the spheres gently and knowingly, lingering at the nipples, kneading and molding her flesh. Soon he had managed to pull the brassiere halfway off, revealing all of one pink-tipped breast and half of the other. So far his plan was working admirably. Five minutes more and he would have the girl completely naked.
Soon Carla was wrapped in the boy's arms, feeling a hard bulge in the front of his trousers. That disturbed her at first, but soon Carla was overcome with sexual stimulation as the boy played with her naked breasts. His shirt was off and his hard chest muscles turned her on all the more.
Then Carla felt Ralph's hands moving down her naked stomach, over the well defined muscles of her abdomen. It tickled and felt good at the same time, felt even better when she sensed his hand covering her virgin pussy, massaging the mound of venus, causing new sensations to pass through her curious young body.
Ralph's fingers worked expertly, opening the waistband of Carla's jeans and then sliding the thick pants down over her hips to the girl's elegantly curved thighs. His prick was bulging and throbbing mercilessly, but he would have to wait before asking her to jerk him off. It was so easy to scare off a young girl that one had to be super careful at times like that.
Ralph hooked his finger under the elastic of Carla's pink nylon panties, causing the girl to squirm and writhe in his arms. Soon he had located her vulva, working the tip of his index finger into the tight, moist hole. Carla tried to resist for a moment but soon found it impossible. She was letting Ralph go too far, but it felt so good that she was helpless with delight.
"That's it, baby, you know it feels good," Ralph whispered in her ear. "I want you to do the same thing to me. Come on, just put your hand on top of it. Feel how hard my prick is. That shows you that I like you-like you a lot."
Carla was too confused to reply. Boys had tried to make her put out at parties but she had always resisted. But now she was rubbing her hand over the boy's prick without hesitation, loving every minute of it. Soon she could feel Ralph's finger plunging deep into her wet pussy, making her whole body hot and sensitive. The least she could do was reciprocate.
Somehow Ralph's prick came out of his pants, naked and alive in Carla's soft hands. She stroked the heavy rod for a few minutes and then began to play with the spongy purple tip, loving the way Ralph would pant aloud as she stimulated him.
Carla ignored the finger in her pussy, concentrating on the fascinating toy Ralph had so generously loaned her. She ran her cool fingers along the length of the knotted shaft, opened the tiny vertical slit on the tip, pinched the loose skin of the collar. All the while, Ralph's prick seemed to get bigger and harder, as if there would be no end to its expansion.
"Kiss it," Ralph said, his voice harder than before. "Just put your lips around it and lick it with your tongue."
"I can't do that! That's dirty," Carla protested.
"You can do it for me," Ralph replied, sure of himself. "I promise I won't tell anybody about it. You want to do it, I know you do. Come on, Carla, you're so beautiful, just do it a little."
With a sense of foreboding, Carla lowered her head and planted a timid kiss at the sensitive tip of her young lover's swollen cock.
At first it tasted salty and unfamiliar, a little frightening. Soon Carla was able to open her mouth farther, letting the first two inches of Ralph's prick pass between her regular white teeth. Her face was distorted from the effort of downing the thick weapon, but Carla found that she could do it without suffering.
Ralph kept his fingers inside the girl's pussy, knowing that she wouldn't let him down as long as he kept her stimulated. His prick moved in and out of Carla's mouth, a dark, angry red in color, thick veins clearly outlined on its shiny surface. He hadn't dreamt of getting a blow job from the girl but she seemed like a real little slut, ready to give him anything.
It was tempting to put his hand behind Carla's head and make her swallow more of his prick, but Ralph controlled himself carefully. He would want the girl again, so there was no reason to scare her off the first time around. Besides, his prick was almost ready to come now, and any second he would be ready to unleash a torrent of cum right into her pretty little mouth.
Just as Carla was getting used to sucking cock, the inevitable explosion occurred. Her head had slid down further on the big cock, and she had learned how to use every combination of her lips, teeth and tongue to drive the boy wild with lust. But then Ralph's prick had shot into her mouth, disgorging and incredibly thick and salty stream of fluid, taking Carla completely by surprise and causing her to choke and gag.
Carla tried to swallow his sticky come juice, realizing that it was impossible to remove the rampaging prick from her mouth. She managed to down some of the stuff but then was forced to spit out the erupting organ, receiving the rest of Ralph's come all over her stunned and lovely young face.
A little come got into Carla's eye, but that didn't stop her from being delighted with her handiwork. She had made her boy friend incredibly happy and now he was being super nice to her, starting with the flattery again, doing everything in his power to express his gratitude. His fingers had slid out of Carla's pussy during the excitement of his orgasm, but Carla felt satisfied nonetheless, having no idea about the orgasm she had missed.
The next few days were sheer heaven for Carla Williams. Ralph remained at her beck and call, ever willing to be alone with the girl, especially in their favorite spot in the woods. Carla had thought over her sexual experiences and decided to go no farther with Ralph. It was nice to play with his dick, but safer to keep him away from her virgin pussy.
Little by little, Carla learned the joys and mechanics of petting. It was with a great sense of achievement that she learned how to swallow semen without choking, to use her lips and tongue to their best advantage in firing her boy friend's lust. Best of all, she had somebody to call her own, a boy who was more than happy with her, a boy to hold up to her feminine rivals.
Eventually, Carla became tired of her young lover. It seemed that they were getting nowhere together, just repeating what they had done the first time around. Ralph was young and somewhat callow, not nearly sophisticated enough to give her what she wanted. The boy was too easy to dominate, too easily pleased with her oral ministrations. Carla decided she needed an older man, somebody who could teach her something new.
It was easy enough for the gorgeous young girl to find what she was seeking. Men had been staring and whistling at her on the streets for over a year, ever since her tits had grown and her ass had become firm and curvaceous. One afternoon Carla had stopped at the neighborhood bookstore, thinking that she could get a head start on next year's schoolwork. That sort of foresight had been a trait of Carla's since early childhood.
David Green was forty years old and a bachelor by choice. His store, which sold candy and ice cream as well as paperback books had become a hangout for the local school children. Mr. Green had always been tolerant of their presence, delighting especially in the half-formed charms of the young girls.
He started a conversation with Carla as soon as the young beauty entered his store. Carla seemed ridiculously innocent, so serious and sincere that she had to be easy pickings. One thing led to another, and soon the girl had agreed to stay while he closed the store for its midday break. She seemed to look forward to being alone with him, echoing Mr. Green's desires exactly.
"How come a pretty girl like you spends her time hanging around a bookstore with an old man like me?" David asked, closing the back door of the small shop. "I'd expect you to be riding around with some boy in his car."
"Oh, the older boys aren't interested in me," Carla answered, immediately warming to the man. "They like girls their own age. The only boys who like me are real kids, you know what I mean?"
"They're crazy to pass you by," David answered with real emotion. "You're not too young for anybody. An intelligent girl like you needs an older man to teach her about life."
"Yes, I'd like that," Carla answered, knowing that the man was going to do something to her. "I'm pretty young, and I have a lot to learn. I get so impatient sometimes."
That was all that David Green needed to hear. Nobody knew about him in that town yet, knew about the time he had spent in jail for fooling around with pre pubescent girls. He had tried to conquer his lust but found it impossible, particularly with a girl like Carla who seemed to be begging to be seduced.
David took the slender girl by the hand, leading her to a ragged and threadbare couch in the corner of the narrow, dirty room.
David took the slender girl by the hand, leading her to a ragged and threadbare couch in the corner of the narrow, dirty room. He sat beside Carla and immediately began to undress the girl, his lips riveted to her neck, his eyes blazing with a lustful fury. Yes, this one was going to put out for him, go all the way. It was about time he scored with one of the young teases.
Carla felt the clothing being ripped from her body but was still willing to give David Green the benefit of the doubt. The clear-headed girl had made her decision and was determined to go through with it. So far it was very different from petting with her young boy friend. Mr. Green didn't seem very concerned with her pleasure or emotions, seemed to be thinking only of himself. Still, Carla figured as she was stripped to the skin, it was early and the man might yet treat her properly.
There was no time for further thought on Carla's part. Mr. Green had removed his own clothing and stood before the slender young beauty with a huge, raging erection, larger and thicker than Ralph's substantial cock. His face was red with lust, his eyes narrowed like those of a pig. Carla shuddered slightly, sinking onto the couch and shutting her eyes simultaneously.
She felt the huge weapon hammering at her lips, seeking entrance into her mouth. Carla cooperated for the first few seconds, parting her thick lips gently and sucking with reverence and respect the heavy, foul-tasting organ. But Mr. Green shoved his cock in hard, moving it to the very back of her straining throat, causing Carla to gag and retch. She opened her eyes to plead for mercy and was frightened by the savage look on her lover's face.
Again and again the heavy tool bored its way into the startled young girl's throat. Carla found that it was all she could do to breath and keep from vomiting under the relentless assault. At the same time, Mr. Green had latched onto her tits, mauling and pinching her luscious globes viciously, serving his own pleasure without a thought for his mistress' desires.
Suddenly he pulled his prick out of Carla's mouth and then pushed the girt into a reclining position. Carla stared up at the man with tearing eyes, unable to frame the questions that were racing through her terrified mind. This was nothing like the sex she was used to. It was hot and dirty and exploitative, and Mr. Green seemed to be loving every minute of it.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, you little slut," the man shouted with glee. "You've got this coming to you for tormenting me with your ugly fucking body. Just lay there and keep your mouth shut if you know what's good for you."
So saying, the tall muscular man loomed over his young captive, holding his erection in his right hand. He didn't kiss or caress Carla but held his cock at the entrance of her virginal pussy, the head ensconced between her labia. Then he began to push forward, stuffing his cock into the narrow orifice an inch at a time, refusing to slow down for a second.
Carla held her breath, wondering why the process of losing her virginity was turning out to be so painful. The big prick would never fit inside her, she was sure. It would tear her to pieces if he tried to get in any farther. Mr. Green pushed forward, coming up against the sensitive barrier of Carla's intact maidenhead, stopped for a moment in his quest for defloration.
"Stop, please stop, you're hurting me," Carla whimpered. "Be gentle with me. I've never done this before."
A peal of cruel laughter answered Carla's innocent pleas. Mr. Green gathered his strength and then jerked his prick forward, tearing the girl from within. His prick buckled momentarily and then slid painfully into her pussy, causing Carla to wince and cry out with agony. Mr. Green laughed once again, delighted to have the girl helpless in his hands.
It was impossible for Carla to collect her thoughts at that juncture. Physical pain and emotional distress had robbed her of all rationality. All she knew was that she had made a terrible mistake in allowing herself to be seduced by an older man. She was playing out of her league, should have confined her sexual activities to boys of her own age and level of experience.
But it was too late to do anything about the man who was fucking her so furiously. Carla looked down at the prick that had entered her body, amazed that the full length could fit inside her distended pussy. She felt like candy on a stick, totally immobilized by his heavy cock. It was alright as long as her lover didn't move, but soon Mr. Green was humping away at her, causing the girl to lose her mind from pain.
His huge, hot cock slid most of the way out of Carla's twat for a brief moment. Then Mr. Green slammed it in again with all his strength, knocking the breath out of Carla's body, still cackling with sadistic lust. He raised his body up so that it was supported on his splayed palms, allowing his prick to slide ever deeper into Carla's overloaded twat.
Carla was well lubricated inside, but it did her little good once the man pulled out all stops and began to fuck her so ferociously. His prick was like some sort of weapon, invading her body and violating all her secrets. There was no way Carla could escape that frenzied onslaught, nothing she could do but lie there and wait for the man to finish. Carla found herself slipping into a state of shock. The experience was so wretched that she could protect herself only by repressing it completely, imagining that it was all happening to somebody else.
Mr. Green slowed down for a few seconds and Carla found that she was able to enjoy the experience a little. The big prick still hurt her inner muscles but it was turning her on as well, causing new sensations to pulse in her young body. But then, just a few seconds later, the man was humping her again, fucking Carla without mercy, a savage animal, an older man whom she should never have made the mistake of seducing.
Mr. Green lowered his body, crushing the girl's heavy tits under his hairy dirty chest. He wallowed inside Carla's pussy, which had stretched out to accommodate his thick organ, all the while cackling insanely, muttering about his conquest. Carla listened to a few of the man's words and then tried to hear no more. He was insulting her terribly, using words she had heard only a few times in her limited experience.
"Young bitch," the man muttered intensely, "tormenting me with your big tits and juicy little cunt. I'm going to fuck you until you bleed, I swear, I'll fuck the very life out of you."
Carla shuddered as she felt the huge prick ramming into her tender pussy once again. She had lost any sense of pleasure or accomplishment, feeling betrayed and violated. The man was controlling her completely with his prick, could have lifted her up bodily and carried her around the room, suspended and impaled on that merciless rod. And it seemed to go on forever, compared to the quick and pleasant orgasms of her young lover, Ralph.
"Come on, move that fat ass of yours," David commanded nastily. "I'm tired of doing all the work, you little slut."
Carla attempted to do the older man's bidding but found it impossible to move while she was being crushed by his heavy body. She dug her ass into the lumpy cushions beneath it and wiggled her hips from side to side, but that made his prick seem even bigger and more cruel. Carla stopped moving a few seconds later, hoping that the man was almost ready to come.
Mr. Green lowered his head to Carla's tantalizing tits, biting into her tender, sensitive nipples, rolling them around in his mouth while his prick continued to abuse the girl's overstuffed cunt. He was covered with sweat at that point, cackling like a witch, his muscles knotted and his face red as a beet. Soon his strokes became heavier and less frequent as the man gathered his energy in preparation for a violent climax.
Then the man shoved his prick in for the last time, holding it against Carla's uterus, his heavy torso pinning her motionless to the filthy sofa. His prick rested inside Carla's pussy for a second and then began to erupt, his juices spattering against the walls of her receptacle, his hot cum shooting in and then pouring out again from her undersized chamber, soaking Carla's loins and shapely thighs with its sticky flow.
He remained inside the girl until his prick had wilted and lost its rigidity. Mr. Green then pulled out as quickly and thoughtlessly as he had entered the girl, smirking with triumph, staring at the girl with utter contempt. Carla tried to speak to the man but found it impossible. Every muscle in her body ached and, worst of all, her pussy was bleeding slightly, a wound that would mar and warp her future sexual development.
"What are you waiting for?" Mr. Green demanded a little later. "Get your clothing on and get out of here. I didn't ask you to stay so you could stare at me with your big wounded eyes. If you're going to be a slut, you might as well learn to live like one. I've got work to do. Either you get out of here now, or I'm going to throw you out, naked, on the street."
Carla gathered her clothing and dressed as rapidly as her numbed fingers would allow. She saw the naked man standing above her, his thin gray hair plastered to a high, blemished forehead. This was what adult sex was like, Carla told herself. Older men wanted only to hurt and abuse their mistresses. It had been a terrible experience but at least she had learned her lesson.
That night Carla cried herself to sleep, finally able to comprehend what she had allowed to happen to herself. One thing was certain in her mind. She would never again go to bed or even touch a mature adult man. Sex was something to be done with young boys, youths too inexperienced to treat a girl so cruelly. The traumatic experience had guided every step of her life from that point on, right up to the day she had seduced the handsome young electrician's assistant.
CHAPTER THREE
Carla Williams managed to fall asleep just after midnight, having relived the painful experiences of her adolescence. After that scene with Mr. Green, she had avoided him, and all other mature men, like the plague. In fact, the young girl had been turned off to sex altogether, had dropped her young boy friend and devoted herself completely to her studies.
Her parents had been disappointed in their daughter's antisocial mores but there was little they could do about it. Carla had been sent to a psychologist but by that time the girl had developed a faculty of guile, and knew better than to reveal her secrets to any adult. All adults were threatening and dangerous. Every man in the world was after one thing and one thing only.
It had been that way through high school and through college. Carla had talked her parents into sending her to an all girl's school, but even there boys were in evidence. Dances were held every weekend and Carla was forced to attend. The college age boys didn't terrify her as much as her professors but Carla shunned their advances nonetheless, knowing what would happen in her mind if she let herself get sexually involved.
Ironically, she had become more beautiful than ever, her body growing lush and shapely, her face ravishly lovely. Men stared at her on the street, following her lush buttocks with their eyes. Sometimes they would come on to her in a more civilized fashion, but Carla rejected them nonetheless. All the while she continued to harbor secret desires for younger boys, desires that she knew she would never let herself consummate.
Carla awoke just before noon the following day, her head splitting from the cocktails she had imbibed. The memory of Jimmy Rogers stayed fresh in her mind, tempting Carla to masturbate for the first time in years. Instead, the confused woman arose naked from her circular double bed and stood before the mirror examining herself closely and critically under a high intensity light.
At the age of thirty-five she was still attractive and well built. Her tits hadn't started to sag yet, were firm and high, jutting out provocatively from her slender torso. Her legs were long and smooth and hairless, with diamond shaped calves and curving, inviting thighs. Turning around she could see that her buttocks were as firm and shapely as they had been ten years earlier.
Carla stared at her face, looking for signs of age. There were the beginnings of crow's feet under her eyes and her jaw had lost some of its firmness, but her eyes were still young and bright, her mouth as thick lipped and sensual as ever. Carla knew that she looked her age, but in a good way, as a woman who had taken care of herself and preserved her beauty.
The day passed slowly and uncomfortably. Carla busied herself around the apartment and then turned to some work she had brought home from the office. Still, it was impossible to forget the good time she had had with Jimmy Rogers. She had slipped once and knew for sure that she would do it again.
It was wrong to fool around with boys half her age, perverted and unnatural. Still, she wanted boys even younger than Jimmy Rogers, boys who couldn't possibly abuse or take advantage of her. She had fucked for the first time in more years than she cared to remember and it had been an unqualified success. Now her problem was to find another boy to fuck, since it seemed unlikely that Jimmy would come by to see her again that day.
In the evening, after Carla had dined on a small salad, she decided exactly what she was going to do. There was a whole city full of young boys and some of them had to be curious about making it with an older woman. Carla felt liberated and brave after her sexual escapades with Jimmy, felt sure that she would have little trouble finding another willing young stud.
Carla smiled as she dressed herself in her most youthful outfit, a short skirt that clung to her shapely thighs, a low cut cotton blouse emphasizing her broad cleavage and a pair of black net stockings. She looked at herself in the mirror again and could not help being pleased with what she saw. Yes, she looked younger than thirty-five now, would draw no stares of surprise if she went someplace frequented by the young.
It was just past nine when Carla left her apartment, a warm summer evening, the sky bright with stars. She walked from her home to the downtown area of her city, staring enviously at the happy young couples walking arm in arm. So many handsome young men were out on the street and some of them were staring at her curiously. That had to be a very good sign, she figured.
A few minutes later Carla passed a discotheque called the Blue Angel, its name lit in multicolored neon signs. The place was crowded and noisy, rock music blaring from an extensive stereo system. Best of all, the place was crowded with young men and women, all dancing furiously, throwing their young bodies from side to side in rhythm with the savage beat of the rock music. This was definitely the place for Carla Williams.
Carla pushed her way in through the crowd that jammed the wide doorway, paying a two-dollar cover charge and winding her way to the bar. She was disappointed to find that no alcoholic drinks were served in the Blue Angel but that didn't bother Carla for long. It was easy to see, even in the darkness, that there were far more boys than girls present.
Most of the boys had come alone or in pairs, obviously trying to scare up a little action. Carla looked around the room slowly and carefully, sipping her lemonade in ladylike fashion. It was dazzling and disorienting to be among so many good-looking boys, but Carla felt able to handle the scene. It was just a matter of waiting for one of them to approach her.
"Hey, lady, you shouldn't be sitting all alone like that," a high-pitched masculine voice addressed Carla. "Why don't you come over to my table. I'd like you to meet my friends."
"I don't know if I want to be in a crowd," Carla answered, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously. "Okay, I'll come with you, but just for a few minutes."
Carla followed the young boy to his table, delighted to find herself surrounded by young males. There were five boys there and only one other girl, a scrawny fifteen year old, no competition at all for a gorgeous older woman like herself.
It was difficult to talk above the blaring rock music but Carla was able to learn the name of her young friend. Charlie Foster looked about sixteen years old, tall, red-haired and freckle-faced, his blue eyes refracting the psychedelic strobe lights. He was tall and slender and graceful, tight jeans and a brief T-shirt outlining his strong, slender young physique.
"Want to dance?" Charlie asked a few seconds later. "It's crazy to come here just to sit around. I've never seen you here before, have I? You know, I come here all the time."
"It's my first time," Carla concurred with a smile, raising her deep voice over the din. "To tell you the truth, I've always felt a little old for this kind of scene."
"Hey, that's heavy," Charlie replied, taking Carla by the elbow and leading her onto the dance floor. "There are plenty of older chicks around here. Don't be uptight about it. You're about the best-looking broad in here."
So saying, the boy began to dance with Carla, keeping his eyes riveted to her bouncing tits and jiggling ass. Carla hadn't danced for years and felt uncomfortable at first. A strong drink would have done wonders for her, but that was out of the question. She would just have to get over her nervousness and try to act like the young people she admired so greatly. So far things had gone exactly according to plan.
Eventually Carla was able to get into the music, feeling the savage rhythms deep inside her yearning body. Her hips swung from side to side, and it was flattering to see some of the other boys watching her closely. Then Carla started to sweat as she danced, feeling completely liberated with her young partner.
"It's getting kind of crowded around here," Charlie shouted at a pause in the music. "Why don't we go out somewhere. I have my car outside. We could take a little drive."
"Sounds groovy," Carla answered, still uncomfortable with the idiom of the younger set. "Where do you want to go?"
Charlie didn't bother to answer the good-looking woman. He was used to girls his own age, girls who fought like hell to keep him away from their precious bodies. This woman, no matter how old she was, was a real piece of ass and probably would put out for him without too much trouble. In any case, it was worth a try since he could always dump her and return to the discotheque.
Carla stepped into the battered jalopy, eagerly accepting the pint of cheap gin that was thrust into her hands. She drank deeply and then passed the bottle back to Charlie. The young man took a short hit and then turned the car away from the downtown area, heading out of the city to a remote lover's lane that would be perfect for the activities he had in mind.
Twenty minutes later they were parked on a deserted stretch of road, the moonlight reflecting off the polished hood of Charlie's battered car. Carla sat back in the front seat, nursing the gin, wondering how long it would take the boy to gather his forces and raise the courage to make a pass at her.
"You're really nice," Charlie whispered, moving closer to Carla on the broad seat of the car. "I saw you as soon as you walked into the discotheque, but I was scared to talk to you."
"I'm not that frightening, am I?" Carla teased. "I know I'm a little old for you but I'm just like any other girl."
Encouraged, Charlie moved closer and closer, his lips parted, his arms trembling with anticipation. His face looked so boyish and innocent that Carla could hardly repress her own strong emotions. She had to fuck the young man, by force if necessary, was not going to step out of the car until she had got what she wanted and needed so desperately.
Carla crossed her legs as the young man approached her, feeling her short skirt riding high on her smooth-stockinged legs. Her nipples were hard already, her body hungry for sex. Charlie had turned her on more intensely than he could possibly know but she had to be careful not to scare off the boy before he got into her. That would be too terrible to contemplate.
Carla was demure about letting the boy kiss her, holding her passion in check for as long as she could. Charlie's mouth covered her thick curved lips and then she could feel his tongue sliding inexpertly into her mouth, wetly and audibly. Carla parted her lips and sucked on his lingual organ, pressing her tits against Charlie's chest, sure that things would work out. The alcohol had obviously given the boy courage and she would take care of all the mechanics of their impending sexual union.
Carla felt the handsome boy plunging his hand down the scoop neckline of her blouse. Greedily grasping at her big heaving tits. Carla undid the blouse from behind, letting it slide down to her waist. Two seconds later she unhooked her brassiere, wondering just how experienced her young lover really was. If he had never been fucked before it would be a pleasure to show Charlie the ropes.
"I really dig you," Charlie muttered, just before lowering his mouth to Carla's luscious boobs. "I mean, you're so fucking beautiful it kills me. Yeah, I really get off on you, Carla."
Once again Carla maintained her silence, not wanting to do or say anything to turn off her young lover. Charlie was doing just fine sucking her nipples, taking them into his mouth one at a time, slobbering and drooling on the succulent flesh. Carla could already feel a stirring in her loins, knew that it wouldn't take much for him to bring her to orgasm.
She reached down and started to play with Charlie's prick, massaging the crotch of his blue jeans and then slowly, almost imperceptibly, unzipping his bright brass fly. Her fingers moved adroitly inside the boy's garments, liberating his already rigid prick from its tight underwear. Soon the heavy organ was resting in her hands, hard as a rock, ready for anything.
Charlie was still working on her tits, afraid to go farther with the older woman. Carla ignored her own desires for the time, having the time of her life jerking off the healthy young lad. His prick wasn't quite as long as Jimmy's but it was extremely hard and thick, just the way she liked a cock to be.
Carla used her long polished fingernails to their best advantage, teasing and tickling the crown of her young lover's prick, barely able to make it out in the lambent moonlight. She used her left hand to surround the lad's hairy vulnerable balls, stroking the soft spheres, all the while allowing Charlie to kiss her and continue playing with her sensitive tits.
Charlie leaned back on the front seat, turning his body to free it from the steering wheel. He pushed his hips forward, hoping against hope that Carla would incline her head and suck his eager cock but her position made that feat impossible. Still, she was able to keep the young man happy rubbing her clenched hand up and down the length of his hard-on, each stroke more violent and insistent than its predecessor.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Charlie moaned, his voice choked. "Keep pulling on it, and I'll come all over you. You're driving me crazy. Come on, baby, I know you can do it for me."
Carla smiled, contorting her body, desperately wanting to suck the prick that was lying heavy in her soft hands. She managed to lick the tip of the big rod with the point of her tongue and that seemed to be all Charlie needed to get himself going. The lad panted loudly and then slumped back in the vinyl seat, his prick exploding like a live volcano.
Carla continued to grip the spurting organ, circling the collar with her fingers, jiggling the shaft back and forth with a maddening rhythm. It had been years since she had jerked off a boy, but Carla knew that she had lost none of her technique, that she was still capable of driving the boy wild with lust.
The dark red organ bucked forward and then spat its thick, hot juices, spattering Carla's hands and inclined face, covering her with what seemed to be gallons of cum. She hadn't expected Charlie to cum that fast, but it didn't bother Carla at all. The evening was still young and she knew from first-hand experience that young boys could come over and over again given the proper stimulation. It would be no problem getting him to fuck her.
Carla wiped the come from her hands and face, using a lace handkerchief that she retrieved from her leather handbag. Charlie remained slumped backward on the seat, his pants down around his ankles, his face flushed with excitement. His thick cock wilted for a brief second, but then leaped into erection again as soon as Carla leaned over and kissed him on the lips.
"Let's go into the back seat," he muttered passionately. "It's too crowded up here. I don't think I can fuck you."
"No, I don't want to move," Carla answered imperiously. "Push the front seat back, and we'll have all the room we need. Trust me, Charlie, I'll take care of everything."
Charlie did as he was told, still intimidated by the sophisticated older woman. The seat slid back and then he came out from behind the steering wheel, dragging his pants over his feet, not bothering to remove his shoes. Carla watched the handsome boy with unconcealed delight, knowing just how she wanted to be fucked once he was ready for her.
Carla removed the last of her clothing and then threw herself into Charlie's arms. It felt wonderful to have the boy's wiry limbs surrounding her body, his hands caressing her swollen tits and then timidly sliding down to her naked crotch. Charlie had evidently been with girls before, as befitted a good-looking lad, but he was nervous about fucking her.
Carla started and then sighed as she felt the boy's long index finger sliding into her cunt. She was wet already from the excitation of jerking him off but she still had a long way to go. Charlie was clumsy but gentle in the way he finger-fucked the horny career woman, plunging his finger in to the last knuckle and keeping it there, refusing to back up for an instant, proud and pleased with his easy conquest.
"All right, I'm going to turn over and you can fuck me from behind," Carla moaned, overcome with lust. "It's easy to do it that way, even in a crowded car."
So saying, the voluptuous woman turned over, baring her naked ass to Charlie's avid inspection. The boy stared at the smooth, shapely flesh, taking in the lush curves and the thin cleavage between her beautiful buttocks. It was like a dream come true for him, an opportunity to indulge his lust as never before.
Eventually he reached down and caressed Carla's smooth ass, stroking the resilient flesh, letting his hand linger inside the crack, touching her sensitive asshole occasionally. Then he reached for Carla's cunt again, attacking it from behind, using his finger like a miniature pecker, shoving it in and out of Carla's fuck hole with increasing speed and passion.
Charlie used his other hand to work his prick into a full state of erection. He pulled at his meat as Carla had done, soon finding that he was as rigid as he would ever be. All that remained was to mount the woman from behind and work his cock into the luscious hole he had been fingering. Carla's whole body was trembling now, knowing that the real fun was about to start.
He parted Carla's buttocks with strong hands, admiring the pink emptiness of her parted labia. Carla moaned as she felt his prick sliding around outside her pussy. Charlie didn't really know what he was doing, but his instincts were good and she was able to help him, moving her body into position, creating a vaginal target that would be difficult to miss.
Her head was pressed against the padding of the car door, but Carla didn't let that slow her down for a minute. His cock had penetrated her now, was halfway into her lusting quim. She moved her buttocks backward, feeling them come into contact with the boy's narrow waist. Carla quivered her hips, knowing that she was driving her lover to distraction.
Charlie held his hands on the woman's hips, sinking his prick all the way into her welcoming fuck box. He began to hump Carla immediately, moving his prick in slow circular motions as if stirring a cauldron of hot soup. Carla remained immobile for the next few seconds, letting Charlie do the work, letting the lad bring her slowly to the far reaches of lustful ecstasy.
"That's it, big stud," she whispered. "Fuck me right, and I'll shoot like a hose, It feels so good to have that big strong prick inside me. Come on, Charlie, make me come."
Charlie was somewhat confused by the woman's words. It was nice to hear her talk dirty, but he had little idea of what a female orgasm was like. His sexual experiences had been rather limited, revolving around his own satisfaction. Now he had an experienced woman on his hands. He decided that it would be best to fuck the woman slowly and lovingly, hold out for as long as possible before lunging forward and filling her with cream.
He moved his prick a third of the way out of Carla's clinging twat, using only the head to drive the woman to a frenzy of desire. It was fun to rotate the thick crown around Carla's labia, to feel the woman writhing beneath him. It would have been even better to fuck her hard and fast but Charlie was learning a lot about sex in an extremely short time.
He reached around and managed to cup his hands over Carla's big, soft tits, finding that there was nothing wrong with fucking a woman from behind. He could control the action completely that way, master the woman and make her dependent on him. A surge of pride and power went through the boy's mind. Yes, it would be nice to feel the woman coming from his exertions.
"Oh yes, that's it," Carla muttered. "Put it back all the way inside me and keep it there. I love it, Charlie, it's killing me, but I love it. Come on, you can fuck me harder now."
Charlie answered by slamming his prick into Carla's twat with every ounce of his energy. He could hear a loud sloshing sound as he entered the dripping chamber, could feel his hanging balls slap against Carla's soft buttocks. Having come once already, it was fairly simple for Charlie to keep his lust reined for a while, to prolong the sensual experience as long as he could.
Charlie pinched and squeezed Carla's huge tits, mauling the tender flesh with his strong fingers. His prick was buried to the hilt in Carla's sticky twat, coated with come juice, his and hers mingling together. He withdrew his prick and inch or two and then slammed it in again, growing a little impatient, wondering when Carla would get around to having her orgasm.
As for Carla, she too was trying to put off the inevitable. She could have come at almost any time, but she wanted a super orgasm, one that would leave her weak and shaking. Her head was banging against the door and her back had started to cramp, but Carla ignored the minor discomfort, feeling her passion mount ever so slowly to a violent crescendo.
She reached behind her gracefully inclined back and sought out her lover's balls, cradling the vulnerable spheres in her long cool fingers, pressing them against her hot buttocks. Soon she was lost in lust, taken completely out of herself, unconscious of anything but the passion in her hungry twat.
Carla began to move with her lover at that point, knowing that Charlie was past the point of intimidation. His prick was quivering and shaking inside her pussy, filling her to capacity. Carla moved closer to her lover and shook her ass from side to side, wanting to make it better for Charlie at the same time she was moving closer to a climax.
Carla dug her soft buttocks into the boy's midsection, closing her cunt muscles so that his big prick couldn't slide away from her. Charlie continued to hump her, his movements becoming frantic and uncontrolled. She would have to hurry and have her orgasm before the boy went past his power of endurance.
Charlie could feel the maddening ass rubbing against his body, turning him on like never before. His prick had swollen tremendously, was almost too large to fit into the foreshortened hole that had been offered to him. He pushed Carla's hand away from his balls and began to fuck the woman harder and faster, knowing that his own orgasm was just a few moments away.
However, Carla was not to be disappointed that enchanted night. She felt a warm feeling attacking her clitoris and pussy walls, knew that she would be over the bill immediately thereafter. She stopped moving altogether, spreading her ivory thighs wider apart, letting Charlie whale his cock into her hard and fast.
That was more to the young man's liking. He had controlled his passion for a long time and now it felt good to be able to fuck the woman with violence and sensual greed. She was stationary beneath him but that was just fine with the inexperienced lad. Charlie shoved his prick in once more and then was startled to hear the beginning of the woman's release.
Carla moaned loudly, burying her head in the vinyl upholstery as her orgasm began full force. Her body shook violently and then her cunt clamped down like a vise on the boy's throbbing prick. One spasm followed another, each more powerful than its predecessor as her passion ran its course. This was even better than the other time, she considered, briefly remembering Jimmy Rogers.
Carla's orgasm was strong and protracted, leaving her weak and shaky. However, the young man continued to slam his cock into her pussy, prolonging the after-effect, turning Carla on all over again. It seemed impossible for her to be that easily stimulated, but Carla wasn't about to complain, not while the boy was fucking her so masterfully. ;
Carla arched her back and moved even closer to her lover, wanting to feel the full impact of his penile explosion. It took a few moments for Charlie to recover from the sexpot's orgasm but soon he was right back in the swing of things, having the time of his young life with Carla Williams.
Another car wheeled slowly down the lover's lane, its headlights briefly illuminating the interior of Charlie's car. He looked down at the naked woman beneath him and was turned on all over again by the magnificent buttocks and bright red labia that surrounded his lunging dick. He redoubled his efforts, feeling his balls tighten with a load of pent-up come, knowing that it would not be long before he exploded.
Carla was moving with him again, using every trick in her book to improve the boy's orgasm. She could feel the muscles knotting on Charlie's cock, knew that just a few more strokes would bring him over the edge. He was fucking her harder but more slowly now, draining the last drops of pleasure from the unexpected seduction, enjoying himself immensely. "That's it, Charlie, shove it into me harder," Carla coaxed. "As hard as you want, I can take it. I want you to tear me to pieces, kill me with that big strong dick of yours."
Charlie did not have to be told twice. He rammed his ; prick in once again and allowed his passion free rein. His prick rested against the woman's uterus and then erupted, spraying its juices into the recesses of Carla's hungry twat. Come laved the woman from within, almost triggering another orgasm in Carla's over stimulated body.
Charlie sat back behind the steering wheel a few seconds later, feeling the last drop of come fall off the tip of his prick and onto his naked thighs. His face was red and sweat stained, his muscles tense and relaxed at the same time. Carla had given him one hell of a ride, that was for sure.
"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked a few seconds later.
"I want to suck your cock," Carla replied, her voice husky and strangulated. "Come on, I've got to taste your cum. I can do it real good, Charlie, better than any young girl. Let me blow you. I'm dying to have you cum in my mouth."
"I can't do it anymore, lady," Charlie answered, worried about the insatiable whore he had hooked up with. "Let me drive you home now or back to the discotheque. Maybe you can find somebody there. I just can't do it again."
Carla's face became a mask of frustration and fury until she realized that she was making unreasonable demands on her inexperienced lover. She wanted to fuck Charlie again, but it was important to keep on his good side. Carla reached for her clothing and dresses herself slowly. It had been a better evening than she had dared to expect. There was no reason to feel frustrated.
"Drive me home, Charlie," she said a few moments later, her voice soft and caressing. "I'm sorry if I put you uptight. It's just that you really turn me on. Maybe we can get together tomorrow night and you'll let me show you a few more things."
"I don't know," Charlie answered, buying time. "I have baseball practice tomorrow. Maybe I can meet you at the discotheque again next weekend. Would that be all right?"
Carla kept quiet for the rest of the long journey home. It was obvious that she had frightened the boy off, come on much too strong for such a young lad. Probably he would avoid her like the plague which was a pity. Still, she had done more fucking in two days than in the previous five years. The dam had been opened and Carla knew that she would no longer feel inhibited about seeking out and seducing the young men she craved.
CHAPTER FOUR
The following day, Sunday, was one of the most pleasant Carla had experienced in years. Waking early, she I had busied herself around the house, made a light breakfast and then headed directly for the local park, determined to do nothing but recall the pleasant events of the past forty-eight hours.
It was a warm, sunny day, conducive to Carla's revelry. By that point it was easy to forgive Charlie Foster for letting her down the previous night. The boy had done well for as long as their affair had lasted, given her a fucking that Carla would never forget. More important, he had changed the woman's attitude, caused Carla to reevaluate her life style.
For years she had repressed her desires, ashamed of her need for young men and boys. Now Carla could see that she had been foolish to deny her strongest desires. Life could be pleasant and beautiful when one hung loose and took it as it came. For the first time in as long as she could remember, Carla felt completely relaxed and at peace with herself.
Carla strolled through the park, watching groups of men and children playing baseball, sailing toy boats on the miniature lakes, generally enjoying themselves. She felt at one with other people, no longer considering herself a pariah or compulsive outcast. A single weekend had transformed the tenor of her life from frustration to self-realization.
Carla returned home shortly before nightfall, wanting to get a good night's sleep before returning to work. Her job still satisfied her, engaging her excessive energy and giving her an outlet for her creativity. It promised to be a busy week at the office and she would probably have to stay late several evenings, something she didn't mind at all.
Work was just as Carla had expected it. Several new accounts had come in during the previous week and Carla's telephone did not stop ringing until late in the afternoon. Her desk was a mountain of unfinished paperwork that simply could not be put off until the next morning.
At four o'clock Carla entered the mailroom, knowing that she couldn't handle the work by herself. There were many papers that had to be filed and copied and she had long ago been allowed to keep one of the stock boys after hours to assist her. It was late in the day but Carla felt certain that one of the boys would be willing to log a few hours of overtime.
The stockroom was deserted except for one lad, a tall brown-skinned fellow named Arturo Gonzalez. Arturo was new to the office but Carla had noticed him on several occasions, attracted by his strong physique, swarthy complexion and wicked, light green eyes. Carla asked if the boy wanted to stay late, and Arturo answered quickly in the affirmative, knowing that it was a good idea to get on the right side of the important administrative assistant with the surprisingly voluptuous body and hungry blue eyes.
The first hour was all business, Carla instructing the lad as they raced through the reams of paper. Arturo said nothing to his employer, but his eyes were continuously focused on Carla's legs and ass, his desires barely concealed. White women had always appealed to the boy, and Carla was something else, certainly the best-looking broad in the whole firm.
"Tell me a little about yourself, Arturo," Carla requested during a brief coffee break. "It's none of my business, but where did you get that Spanish last name? You have no accent, and you look much more like a black than a Hispanic."
"I was born in Mexico," Arturo answered, meeting the woman's gaze without hesitation. "My mother is an American black, and she married a dark-skinned Mexican. I speak Spanish fluently, too, but of course I prefer to speak English. You know, it's more American."
Alone in the deserted office, Carla continued to interrogate the virile-looking office boy. The air-conditioning had been shut off at five, and it was quite hot in the small room in which they were working. Arturo had opened his shirt to the waist, displaying a powerfully muscled chest and an expanse of smooth, hairless mocha-colored skin. Carla had opened the top buttons of her own stylish blouse, quite overcome by the humid heat.
Eventually Arturo became aware that the woman's curiosity was genuine and far reaching. His biography was something that he had never considered especially interesting, but Carla seemed to want to hear all about him. It was disturbing to have those huge blue eyes focused on him, to watch the woman crossing and uncrossing her incredibly voluptuous legs.
"I'm surprised that you don't have a steady girl friend," Carla coaxed the young man, realizing that she had spoken the same words to the young electrician she had so recently seduced. "A good-looking young boy like you should have women falling all over him, if you ask me."
"It's my color and name," Arturo answered, trying to hide a note of bitterness in his voice. "All this integration business is a load of bullshit as far as I'm concerned. White girls won't look at me, and even the black ones consider me an outcast."
"That's terrible," Carla interrupted, surprised at her own reactions. "I find you quite attractive. If I were a younger woman you'd find it hard to get away from me."
"You're not so old," Arturo answered, more sure of himself at that point. "You've got the best body in the office. You're really the only woman I've been interested in here."
A moment of uncomfortable silence followed Arturo's telling comments. Carla tugged at the hem of her skirt, realizing that she had been unconsciously baring her sleek thighs to the young man's inspection. There was something primitive and terrifying about Arturo, a strong sensuality that showed in his facial expressions and gait. She had led the boy on and was now faced with the possibility of rejecting his advances.
Arturo saw his opportunity, and didn't let it slip away. He had been working at the agency for less than a month, and the job was hardly worth holding. He would make a pass at the gorgeous blonde and see what developed. She could have him fired in a minute if she chose, but something told Arturo that the white woman wanted him as badly as he desired her.
He arose from his footstool and joined Carla on the couch, still not saying a word, the sinews of his neck standing out in stark contrast to his open white shirt. Carla inhaled sharply, realizing at last that she did want to fuck the young man. He was sixteen years old, the age she had decided was perfect for her needs. Nobody would know about their little affair, and there wasn't a thing in the world to top its consummation.
Arturo kissed the woman immediately, gripping her shoulders and forcing Carla's mouth open with his thick pink tongue. Carla gasped as she felt the power of the boy's short muscular arms. Things were going faster than she had expected but that was nothing to get upset over. It was good to be with a young man who knew what he wanted from a woman, and knew how to take it as well.
Two seconds later they were reclined on the couch that had been recently moved into Carla's private office. Arturo pinned the woman beneath him and fumbled desperately at the buttons of her blouse, too impatient to allow Carla to undress herself. The woman could feel a lump in the front of the young man's pants, a sure sign that he was ready to make love to her.
"Take it easy," she whispered. "I'm all yours; there's nobody to stop us. You're beautiful, Arturo, I really want you, every inch of you. Come on, let me undress and then we can have a really good time together, I promise you."
Arturo allowed the woman to escape his grasp, leaning back on the comfortable green sofa and watching her disrobe. He had fucked women like Carla before and knew that she would make good on her promises. There was no reason not to take things easy for a while, let Carla call the shots of their affair.
Carla pulled off the blouse that had already been unclasped, somewhat nervous at having the boy watch her movements so intensely. Her skirt fell to Carla's ankles, leaving the woman clad only in her lingerie; tight black panties, white garter belt, low-cut wire brassiere and a pair of brown-tinted stockings. Arturo whistled appreciatively, knowing that he would have his hands full trying to satisfy a woman built that voluptuously.
Carla removed the rest of her clothing in an instant, sliding the panties over her wide ass and down her sleek thighs, unhooking the garter belt and allowing it to come down to her ankles, finally removing the brassiere and standing stark naked before her lover, proud of her charm and obvious appeal.
Arturo wasted little time joining his mistress in a state of total nudity. He smiled as he noticed how closely Carla was watching him, waiting impatiently for a glimpse of his prick and balls. It was probably the first time that she had seen a black man naked, but, then again, Carla seemed pretty experienced and uninhibited. It was impossible to know what was on her mind other than a strong desire to get fucked.
Carla gasped as she saw the young man parade naked before her eyes. His chest was deep and incredibly muscular, his arms knotted with sinew, his legs long and surprisingly slender. But it was Arturo's prick that fascinated her most, dark, thick, a good five inches long in a state of flaccidity. Already Carla could imagine the boy getting hard in her hands, laying down on the couch and fucking her savagely.
"You like it don't you?" Arturo addressed the woman, looming over her seated naked form. "You like my big black prick and you want to suck it, take it into your mouth and lick it until I come."
"I want you to fuck me," Carla answered. "Fuck me hard and fast, until I can't stand it anymore. I'll blow you afterward. I'll do anything you want, if you fuck me first."
"It's a bargain," Arturo answered, smiling broadly, a gold tooth glinting in his mouth. "First I fuck you, and then I call the shots. Come on baby, I have to get home sometime tonight."
The two lovers reclined on the couch, Arturo making the advances immediately. Carla's body looked a thousand times better naked than it had in her stylish, provocative outfit. Her tits were almost too good to be true, firm and shapely, creamy white except for the rose-colored nipples. It was going to be fun to fuck around with Carla, no doubt about it.
Carla couldn't have been happier with her swarthy lover. Arturo was not especially gentle in his love making, but there was something incredibly boyish and innocent about him. His eyes glinted with lust and he could not hide his emotions on that mobile handsome face. Carla reached down and attacked the boy's genitals immediately, not wanting to waste any time. She was hot and ready to be fucked, knew that Arturo would do a good job of it.
Arturo leaned back, letting Carla sink to her knees on the thick pile carpet beneath him. The gorgeous white woman took his prick and guided it directly into her gaping mouth, coating it instantly with a flow of thick warm saliva. Arturo got hard in a fraction of a second, his prick swelling to a full eight inches in length, dark thick veins standing out on its plum-colored surface.
Carla sucked at the huge organ as if there would be no tomorrow. She was surprised at the boy's sexual maturity, at the way he was able to sit still through her most disturbing ministrations, grinning broadly but refusing to thrust his prick into her mouth. Arturo was making her do all the work but that was something that had always appealed to Carla.
She spit out the heavy organ a few seconds later, wanting Arturo to fuck her immediately. Carla pushed the boy aside on the plush sofa, crushing the pile of paper on which they had been working. She caressed the boy's prick again and then lay back, parting her sensual thighs and waiting for the inevitable to occur.
Arturo mounted the woman without a second's hesitation, holding his stiff prick in his right hand and guiding it between Carla's ivory thighs, not resting until he had wedged the thick spongy head between her already dripping labia. It looked like he was in for the time of his life with Carla, now and later, when he would be able to have things his own way.
Carla winced slightly as she felt his thick cock penetrating her completely. No man she had ever fucked had been as well hung as this young mulatto. It was painful to service his prick for the first few seconds, but then she got used to the depth of penetration and knew that she was in for a good time.
Arturo began to fuck the woman violently, not resting for a second, his hips churning as he drove his rod deeper and deeper into her welcoming twat. Carla spread her legs as far as they could go, wrapping her arms around the young stud's muscular back, using her sharp fingernails to drive Arturo to even greater heights of passion and lust.
Then she entwined her legs around Arturo's hard buttocks, wanting to keep his prick trapped deep inside her insatiable pussy. Arturo grunted with lust as he planted a deep kiss on the woman's red rouged mouth, his tongue entering her deeply. Already he was sweating heavily in the overheated office and they had hardly begun their bout of love making.
"That's it, Arturo, fuck me good, and I'll make it worth your while," Carla moaned, hardly aware of what she was saying. "It feels so good to have that big thing inside me. I'm all yours, Arturo, you can do anything you want with me."
Arturo filed that information for further reference, continuing to fuck the woman without surcease. His prick was coated with pussy juice now, throbbing almost unbearably. It was all he could do to keep himself from coming on the spot, but that would have been a terrible waste. Carla was too beautiful for a quick fuck. It was better to drag things out a while, enjoy the woman completely, make her work for her orgasm.
Arturo reached down and began to fondle Carla's tits, still fascinated by the huge soft globes. His hands were hard and calloused irritating the sensitive flesh, causing Carla's nipples to turn hard and red and puckered. He kept up the stimulation for a full minute, all the while pumping his hips and keeping his prick moving fiercely inside her dripping twat.
Carla unclenched her thighs, allowing Arturo to move freely inside her. Her cunt had loosened up from the relentless assault and she felt comfortable with the huge weapon buried inside her. Brushing long blonde hair from her eyes, Carla watched her lover in action, perfectly pleased with his sexual technique.
Moving with her lover, Carla raised her hips in anticipation of each of Arturo's powerful strokes. He would pull his prick almost all the way out of her, so that only the thick knobby head remained in her vulva. Then he would slam it in again, almost knocking the breath from her tired body. Still, Carla refused to give an inch, crashing her pelvis into Arturo's midsection, knowing that she was turning the lad on intensely.
Finally she could take no more. Arturo's prick had hollowed Carla out, reached the most sensitive recesses of her ample cunt. She closed her eyes and felt all the familiar signs of an imminent climax. Her pulse began to race, her limbs stiffened momentarily, only to relax as her long awaited contractions began.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Yes, it's happening to me! Fuck me harder-fuck me until bleed! Damn it, you're driving me crazy. Come on, Arturo, I know you can make me come!"
Arturo ignored the woman's words completely, wrapped up in his own passionate excitation. He continued to plow Carla's steamy cunt, using long slow strokes that churned the woman from within, left her weak and helpless. Carla moved enough for both of them at that point, her hips pounding into the couch, her huge tits crushed beneath the weight of Arturo's barrel chest.
It was one of the strongest orgasms Carla had ever experienced, a bone jarring climax that seemed to go on indefinitely. Suddenly her passion faded, just as Arturo slammed his prick into her for the last time, grunting aloud,, knowing that he would fill her with come in just a few seconds more.
"Oh, yes," Carla shouted in a hypnotizing cadence. "Yes, yes, fill me with come, shove it in once more and let it explode. That's what I want from you. You know what I want. Come on, Arturo, don't stop until you fill my little cunt with cream."
Arturo was more than happy to service his mistress. Carla was rather strange and somewhat condescending, but she had given him a ride to remember, working hard to please him, obviously dedicated and aware of her place. He smiled down at the woman and then slammed his prick in hard feeling come shooting out of its very tip with unaccustomed violence.
Two seconds later the bout of love making had ended. Arturo removed his prick while it was still hard, leaving Carla with a frustrating sense of emptiness. She stared timidly at the huge organ and saw that it was still fully erect, a good sign, indicative of further pleasures to come.
"Fuck me again, Arturo," Carla pleaded, sacrificing what was left of her pride. "You're still big and hard. We can do it in a different position if you want."
"Different position, different hole," Arturo answered smiling. "Turn over baby, I've got something you're really going to like. Your cunt is all full of cum. I don't want it anymore, but I'll be glad to see what I can do with that little asshole of yours."
"I've never done that before," Carla said, shocked by the suggestion. "I can't! It's dirty, and it'll hurt too much. Let me blow you instead. I'm really good with my mouth."
Arturo didn't bother to answer the pathetic creature. He didn't like independent women, preferred to be the aggressor. It was tempting to let the woman finish what she had started with that long sensitive tongue and soft, thick lips but it would be even better to cornhole her, to feel his thick cock forcing its way into her narrow nether orifice.
Carla struggled for a few seconds but then realized that it was futile to protest. Arturo was too strong for her, and there was nobody in the building she could turn to for help. Besides, she had been fascinated by his suggestion, knew that she would enjoy anything he decided to dole out to her
"Be gentle with me," she pleaded in a little girl's voice. "I'm so dry back there. Please, do something to help me."
Arturo spit into his right hand and then slowly transferred the moisture to the woman's asshole. She looked fantastic down on her hands and knees on the couch, her cunt and asshole peeping out from between those shapely thighs. He worked slowly and carefully, reaming the tiny pink orifice with his thick index finger, preparing Carla for anal defloration.
"Just relax, lady," Arturo insisted, "It might hurt for the first few seconds but then you're going to love it. You love everything I do, don't you?"
"Yes, its' just that I'm scared," Carla answered, turning her head over her left shoulder to face her lover. "I want you so badly, Arturo, I'll do anything you tell me."
But Arturo had no further commands for his compliant mistress. His prick was hard and ready and it was tremendously stimulating just to rub it in the cleft between Carla's buttocks, feeling it slide over the silken flesh. Soon his prick was hammering at her asshole, rubbing against the tiny aperture, not to be denied now that Carla was on all fours before him.
Carla waited as she felt the soft head of Arturo's prick part her tiny pink asshole. So far it did not hurt at all. She felt rather strange with her cunt empty and a prick entering her body but that was nothing to complain about. Then Arturo leaned forward, forcing his prick deep into her asshole, giving Carla her first indication of what she could expect from him.
Arturo held Carla by the hips, giving the woman no chance to escape his attentions. His prick bent slightly as it was stuffed into the narrow bunghole but he took his time about it, entering Carla one inch at a time. Soon his prick was halfway into her asshole, bulging obscenely, throbbing with a new load of come. It started to hurt Carla but she kept her mouth shut, knowing her protests would only spur him on to greater violence.
Arturo lunged forward, forcing the remaining three inches of his hard black cock into the narrow asshole. Carla could no longer repress the moan of pain that arose unbidden to her lips. It felt like the young man was tearing her apart from within, reforming her body to suit his own impassioned purpose. She was helpless beneath him, reduced to a willing sexual slave.
"Just relax, lady," Arturo insisted. "Let your body go limp and it won't hurt you at all. I can hardly get into you, you're so fucking tight. Relax, or I'll make you do it."
Carla attempted to do her lover's bidding but found it impossible. Her muscles refused to obey Arturo's commands until she suddenly felt the lad withdraw his prick halfway from her over-stuffed asshole. Just as Carla started to relish the feeling of emptiness she felt a strong hand swatting at her buttocks, crashing into the delicate skin and making her wince with pain.
Her first reaction was shock. A sense of outrage whispered in her ear - How dare you! - then was swallowed by the warm glow of excitement. "I'll be a sonofabitch!" she giggled inside her head, "maybe it'll feel good."
The spanking continued for a few moments more, during which time Arturo worked his cock deeper and deeper into the cringing bunghole. Carla spread her white thighs wider, feeling her asshole stretch out to accept the thick burden. It still hurt like hell, but she was starting to get used to it. Anything was better than having the powerful lad punish her as he had done.
Eventually, Arturo began to cornhole the woman more gently, realizing that Carla was doing her best to accommodate his huge swollen cock. He reached around and started to caress the woman's tits again, still fascinated by the sensitivity of her nipples, live things that responded perfectly to his every touch. His prick remained buried to the hilt in Carla's irresistible asshole but he was more gentle in his motions now, rocking back and forth on his heels, hoping that Carla would enjoy the experience.
Then Arturo let go of the woman's magnificent tits, slowly gliding his hands down to Carla's gaping pussy. He covered the mound of Venus with his right hand and then slowly insinuated his index finger into the open labia. Carla seemed not to notice at first but then her pussy got progressively wetter as she responded to the strong stimulation.
Arturo latched onto Carla's large prominent clitoris, massaging the organ into a state of rigidity. His thumb flicked back and forth over the supersensitive gland, feeling the blood rushing in, turning it dark red as it swelled further. Soon he abandoned this new toy, sticking two fingers into vulva, wondering if it would be possible to bring the passionate woman to orgasm in that unusual manner.
By that time, Carla had grown used to having the thick penis inserted all the way into her asshole. At first the incident had reminded her of her vaginal defloration but now she could see that Arturo was like the other boys she had loved, strong and masterful but also gentle and considerate. He was making love to her as well as fucking her and that was very important.
Arturo felt the woman's body buckling beneath him from the strain of bearing his heavy muscular torso. Keeping his fingers inside Carla's cunt, he lifted his body so that only his prick made contact with her succulent flesh.
Carla was finally able to move with her lover, her asshole no longer in pain from the vigorous buggering to which she had been subjected. Tentatively, she ground her ass into her lover's midsection, squeezing down with her anal sphincter on the knot of muscle that was probing her so well. Soon she found it was easy to help Arturo along, to move in such a manner that the boy would soon be compelled to give up his juices.
As Arturo moved steadily closer to his orgasm, Carla began to discover the erogenous potential of her asshole. Anal sex had always disgusted her but now she realized that that had been a foolish prejudice. It was still somewhat painful to have the huge organ forced repeatedly into her narrowest opening but it was turning her on, especially now that Arturo had two of his thick fingers busily reaming her gaping fuck box.
Carla relaxed completely, feeling herself carried by Arturo's growing passion. Her own needs had succumbed to the strong lad and she was going to come with him, amazing as it seemed to the confused woman. Arturo began to fuck her harder, slamming his prick in without inhibition, delighted at his ability to master the sophisticated and distant executive.
Another wave of passion surged through Carla's body just as Arturo began to fire his wad. His fingers let go of her cunt and clitoris but that did not matter any longer. Carla bucked beneath her imperious lover, feeling her cunt contract wildly, feeling an ocean of hot come spurt into her asshole.
At first, Arturo's orgasm made it more painful for Carla, his prick seeming to get larger than ever. But then the hot juices bathed her from within, lubricating Carla's sore, inflamed tissues, soothing her completely. She felt the huge prick spurt once more and then start to go limp inside her.
Arturo removed his prick quickly, leaving Carla with a nauseating sense of vacancy. Her limbs were weak and shaky and she could see bright colors before her eyes but Carla did not regret her strange experience. Arturo had turned out to be the most virile of her young lovers, knew how to turn a woman on in no uncertain terms.
Without saying a word, Carla started to dress herself. It was obvious that Arturo would not want to fuck her again and he had said nothing about her promise to suck him off. There was still plenty of work to be done but it would have to wait for another day. For the first time in her career Carla could contemplate procrastination without being threatened by it.
"Yeah, that was real nice," Arturo commented a few seconds later. "At first I thought you were one of those bitches that likes to fool around with black meat just for a kick. You were good, though, real good. Better than I expected."
"It was good for me, too," Carla answered timidly. "It hurt so much at first but I loved the way you came inside me. The only thing is that we can't tell anybody in the office about what we've done. You can understand that, can't you?"
"Are you kidding?" Arturo answered with a disbelieving snort. 'They'd can my ass in a minute if they found out I was fooling around with white women. That doesn't mean that I don't want to fuck you again. This was just the beginning."
"I don't know," Carla said after a moment of consideration. "It seems dangerous with all the gossips around here. Maybe it would be best if we just ended it now."
"Not a chance, baby," Arturo answered, staring at the trembling woman fiercely. "I had too good a time to give you up now. I want to fuck you again. Besides, you promised me a blow job, and I intend to get it. I'll be coming in here during my lunch break tomorrow, and you better be ready to put out for me-no excuses."
Carla finished dressing and then kissed Arturo good-bye, finding it impossible not to be servile to the imperious lad. She took a taxi home and then went directly into the shower, more stiff and sore than she had imagined possible. It was obvious that Arturo hadn't been kidding, that he intended to take full advantage of her sexual vulnerability.
CHAPTER FIVE
Coming home from work the following evening, Carla thought that she could still taste Arturo's come in her mouth. The boy had been good as his word, stepping into Carla's office shortly after noon, his eyes glinting with anticipation, his body keyed up for the blow job he had been promised.
Luckily there was nobody else in Carla's office at the time. Left in solitude with the handsome office boy, Carla was once more overcome by her passion for younger men. Arturo had sat himself behind her desk, rolling out the swivel chair and slowly opening his fly, tantalizing Carla with his huge flaccid cock, waiting for her to drop to her knees before him.
Carla had done the boy's bidding to the letter, staring at Arturo for a few moments and then realizing that she had to get things over with quickly, before someone disturbed them. Arturo had the advantage over her that way. It would be easy enough to get a job elsewhere as a mailboy but Carla had to be much more careful about her reputation.
But it had not taken very long for the woman's talented lips and soft agile tongue to bring the boy to a state of sexual arousal. Arturo leaned forward on the swivel chair, holding Carla by the neck, stuffing his prick deep into her waiting throat. Carla had begun to suck him off immediately, turned on by the degrading experience, liberating her tits from her low cut blouse and pressing the soft spheres on either side of Arturo's meat.
Her tongue and lips had worked like never before, causing Arturo to moan and whine with lust as he moved closer to the point of release. The boy was determined to have a good time with his latest conquest, making Carla service the full length of his big cock, not caring when she would gasp for air, her face turning red from the strain of working on his six inches.
And then he had come in Carla's mouth, powerfully, gloriously, in a way that Carla would never forget. As soon as he had finished with her, Arturo removed his prick, wiping it on Carla's long blonde hair and then neatly putting the still swollen member back into his trousers.
Two minutes after his departure Carla's office was invaded by her employer, Jeffrey Barnes. Mr. Barnes had suspected nothing. Attracted to Carla himself, he could not imagine the distant cold woman making it with anybody, certainly not in the confines of the office. Carla had been thrilled by her deception, glad that Arturo had come to visit her again.
Carla showered at home and then made herself a light dinner, trying to decide what to do with the rest of the evening. Tuesday night had never been exciting for a woman like Carla but now there had been a change in her life and there was no reason for her to sit alone, not when there was a whole city of young men available to service her insatiable desires.
It did not take long for Carla to decide to pay another visit to the Blue Angel, the discotheque where she had been picked up by Charlie Foster. Carla figured that she would either run into Charlie again or try her luck with a new boy. By that time she was fully confident of her ability to attract young lovers, after so many years of inhibition and frustration.
The Blue Angel was quiet when Carla first entered, the music somewhat muted. There were perhaps twenty youngsters there, most of them in couples. Still, Carla sat down at a small table, sipping a tall glass of lemonade and waiting for something to develop. She had a feeling that this particular night would be full of adventures, one way or another.
Carla was surprised to be disturbed by a woman rather than a boy, a tall brunette woman approximately her own age. At first she was sure that it was a case of mistaken identity, but then the woman sat down beside Carla with her well chosen words.
"I thought you'd be back here," the woman announced. "I saw you last weekend, when you left with that good looking boy. My name is Wendy Roberts, by the way. We fly the same wavelength, so to speak. You don't have to be afraid of me."
"I don't really know what you're talking bout," Carla answered, trying to stall for time. "Yes, I was in here last Friday, but I really don't understand what you're saying."
"You don't have to put me on," Wendy answered with a smile. "We're in the same boat. I like them young, too, and I think we could do better if we pooled our resources, so to speak."
Carla looked at the woman closely, wondering if Wendy was trying to blackmail her or really attempting to strike up some sort of friendship. A few minutes more of conversation and Carla decided on the latter option. Wendy was rather direct in her approach but obviously sincere and there was a lot to be said for her idea of working in conjunction with Carla.
"I know those two boys sitting over there," Wendy commented a few seconds later. 'They're both dynamite, if you know what I mean. Look, I can't bring them to my place, but if you live anywhere around here we could have a terrific party."
"Yes, I'm just a few blocks away," Carla answered, deciding to hang loose and go along with Wendy's ideas. "Come on, we'll go over to their table and see what happens."
The two boys introduced themselves as John Hiller and Bobby Ritter, the first tall, pale and blonde, the second shorter and more muscular lad with a shock of unruly black hair. At first conversation was rather strained but eventually Wendy took over, joking with the boys in a way that Carla would have liked to duplicate, completely relaxed and at peace with herself in what Carla perceived to be an uncomfortable situation.
The four of them left the discotheque and took the first available taxi to Carla's apartment. Carla flushed slightly as she passed the doorman, sure that he was taking in and remembering each of her guests. Still, the man was paid to be discreet so that there was little to worry about on that score. Soon they had reached Carla's apartment without incident.
"Does anybody want a drink," Carla suggested, trying to dissipate the tension that had once more risen. "I have some scotch and a lot of vodka, beer and wine also."
"Hey, fuck the drinks," John Hiller replied. "Come on Bobby, break out that stash of yours. We might as well make a proper party of it. Let's blow a few joints."
Carla had never smoked marijuana before but felt that she might as well give it a try. She had broken so many of her other self-imposed taboos that the idea of trying illegal narcotic seemed more exciting than threatening. Carla sat beside John as he poured the dark green grass into a thin-stemmed wood pipe, watched with curiosity as the pipe lit.
John took a deep toke on the grass and then passed the pipe to Carla. Unused to grass or even tobacco, the stuff was rather hard to take without coughing. Carla held the smoke in the bottom of her lungs, following John's instructions and wondering how she would react to her first drug experience.
Wendy seemed more experienced with grass, rolling the smoke around in her mouth under the watchful eyes of the two boys and her hostess. Carla had not liked Wendy at first, had considered the woman crude and forward, but now that the grass was taking effect, Carla admitted to herself that Wendy was rather an attractive person, physically and mentally.
The pipe was refilled and passed around again, giving Carla her first high. Carla found that it was hard to focus her eyes but that her hearing had been enhanced, along with her senses of smell and touch. Even visually it was a pleasure to be on grass, she decided, watching the shifting colors outside her living room window as John moved closer to her on the couch.
"This stuff is pretty good," Carla giggled a few seconds later. "But it makes me feel so restless and out of things."
John Hiller smiled at the other couple, putting his arm around Carla's shoulder and continuing to guide the woman through her first grass trip. Carla hardly felt the boy's arm at first, completely taken up in her own sensations. Eventually her body lost its numbness and reawakened complete with strong sexual desires. It was nice to lean back and feel the boy beside her growing sexually aroused.
John wasted little time initiating the orgy he had been planning since stepping into the taxi cab with his friend and the two older women. He was glad to have ended up with Carla rather than Wendy, strongly attracted by the woman's big tits and voluptuous ass. And it looked like she was going to put out for him, do anything now that she was stoned. The possibilities were as endless as they were delightful.
Carla felt the boy kissing her but it was hard to focus on the physical sensation of the act. At first it was as if it were all happening to somebody else, but soon the woman's body began to tingle with lust. Carla parted her sensual lips to ingest the boy's tongue, sucking it long and voluptuously, feeling her pussy begin to water before it had been touched.
John decided that he might as well make it with the woman right there on the living room couch, in full view of the other couple. Wendy was half naked already, having a good time with Bobby Ritter. It was still possible to get some sort of group scene started if he tired of Carla's attentions.
Carla allowed herself to be quickly undressed, delighted with the tingling that had spread through her entire body. She arose naked from the couch, doing a little dance step, rolling her tits from side to side, her eyes staring blankly before her. Then John took the woman by her elbow and sat Carla back down on the couch, naked himself and ready for action.
He lowered his head to Carla's breast and took her right nipple between his lips, nibbling it gently with strong white teeth. Carla squirmed in her young lover's arms, opening her soft white thighs, wondering if she would have to wait long for the boy to fuck her. Her cunt was raging with lust at that point, needed immediate satisfaction.
However, John insisted on taking his time about the matter, exploring every inch of the woman's magnificent curvaceous body. There were plenty of old bags who hung around the discotheque and he had fucked more than one of them but Carla was something special, incredibly beautiful and responsive, obviously willing to place herself ' completely in her lover's hands.
John squeezed Carla's tits, mauling and manipulating the luscious flesh, pressing the boobs together and then separating them, over and over again. His naked prick soon filled with blood and started to expand. Lowering his hands, John soon attacked Carla's unprotected pussy, stroking the silken hair and sliding his finger gently into the moist opening of her labia.
Carla sighed with lust as she felt herself being taken. It was incredible how her love life had flourished since that chance incident with Jimmy Rogers. Looking over at the other couple, Carla could see that Wendy was on her hands and knees on the rug, being fucked from behind by Bobby Ritter, her cries of passion drifting slowly across the extensive living room.
Carla reached down and began to massage her lover's cock, sure that the gesture would be appreciated. John was not especially large there, but his prick was hard and firm, pink with suffused blood. It was hard to repress the desire to drop to her knees before the lad and suck him off as she had done to Arturo earlier that day in the confines of her private office.
The heavy prick sat comfortably in Carla's talented hands, the veins protruding nicely from its taut surface. Carla squirmed to allow John to move his index finger deeper into her hungry twat. The boy was using his other hand to caress her stomach muscles, occasionally sliding it under Carla to massage her soft ass. Things could not have been better for the horny woman.
"Fuck me, Johnny," Carla whispered, still somewhat inhibited in the presence of the other couple. "I want you so badly it hurts. Come on, sock that big thing into me."
"Take it easy, Carla," John replied softly. "Don't be in such a hurry. I'll fuck you, all right, just relax and let it happen. Go with the flow, baby, go with the flow."
Carla reclined on the couch, watching with great interest as the boy sank to the rug beneath her. John reached up and parted Carla's ivory thighs with his slender hands, soon wedging his head into her sweet-smelling crevice, his long pink tongue sliding ever so slowly out of his mouth.
It was the first time in years that Carla had had her pussy eaten, but she was not about to complain. First the boy ran his tongue along the edge of her labia, avoiding the clitoris, making her wetter than ever. Then he plunged the tip a half inch inside Carla's vulva, flicking his tongue, causing the woman to moan with unsatiated lust.
"Come, you can do better than that," Carla whispered, her voice sounding strange in her own ears. "Shove your tongue all the way in. Do it to my clitty, too."
John looked up and then did his mistress's bidding, switching his attention to the tiny pink button of Carla's clitoris. He held the gland between his lips and wiped it repeatedly with the tip of his tongue, noting with satisfaction how the clit filled up with blood, turning a dark red color and emerging twice its normal size and thickness.
He found it ridiculously easy to turn the woman on, as if Carla was some sort of nymphomaniac. Everything he did to her, every stroke of his tongue, seemed to drive Carla to a higher peak of lust. It was really going to be something when he got around to shoving his erect cock into her pussy. Still, there was no reason to hurry when he was enjoying himself so well.
Carla sighed again as she felt the boy's tongue letting go of her clitoris and sliding as far as it could go into her hungry vulva. She closed her legs around the boy's head, her thighs being tickled by his long blond hair. That way he had to keep his tongue inside her for as long as she wanted.
John went to work with a vengeance, knowing that Carla would be satisfied with nothing less. He doubled his tongue and forced it into half closed aperture, licking every available inch of her dripping hot pussy walls. Then he began to flick his tongue like a hummingbird gathering nectar, touching each spot for the briefest second before moving on to another.
Eventually John tired of the game. It was nice to sit there on the rug and drive the woman half crazy with lust but it wasn't doing all that much for him. John arose quickly and then faced Carla on the couch. The sofa was at a perfect height. As long as he remained on his knees, he could take the woman without moving, spreadeagled as she was on the rim of the cushions.
Carla held her thighs apart with her hands, knowing just what her lover wanted. She caressed her smooth flesh and was just about to insert a finger into the fuck hole John had abandoned, but then the boy took things into his own hands, guiding his hard cock into the aperture, rubbing it against the woman's clitoris, back and forth over the length of her slit.
It was all Carla could do to keep herself from bellowing with lust. This was one young man, sixteen years old at the most, who seemed to know everything about sex, had plenty of experience in making women happy. He continued to tease and torment her with the tip of his pink cock, until finally he could stand it no longer and prepared to fuck the woman properly.
John leaned forward, still on his hands and knees, looming over Carla's body as his prick sank slowly into her waiting pussy. He sank in up to the hilt with the first stroke, not wanting to waste any further time. Carla groaned with lust, feeling shamefully close to orgasm, knowing that just a few more strokes of the delicious male organ would send her over the brink.
She squirmed and wiggled on the couch, finding it difficult to move with her lover in that cramped position. Some of Carla's pussy juice had already leaked out, staining the expensive fabric of her couch, forming a sticky puddle beneath her as John continued his exertions, not far from orgasm himself.
Carla, after the oral stimulation she had experienced, was the first to come. Holding her breath for a few seconds, she closed her eyes, seeing a whole spectrum of color as her pussy clamped down on the prick that had been filling it so well. The familiar contractions began, only this time they seemed to go on and on, each more powerful than the last.
Carla experienced three separate spasms, draining her pussy entirely. Just as she was starting to relax and enjoy the feel of her lover's pumping, John began his climax, shoving his slender prick in rapidly, his hips churning, his buttocks tightening as he prepared to fill the woman with come. One last stroke and he was there, lost in the throes of sensual fulfillment.
John's prick exploded like a water cannon, spurting its juices into the deepest recesses of Carla's pussy. The organ bucked and jerked inside Carla, the come spattering her from within. John shot twice and then slumped to the floor, his cock dragging slowly from Carla's dripping cunt.
Immediately, Carla began to watch the other couple, realizing that it was the first time in her life she had watched anybody else having sex. Wendy had remained down on her hands and knees on the thick pile carpet. Bobby was fucking her furiously, dividing his strokes scrupulously between cunt and asshole, not slowing down for so much as a second.
Soon the two lovers experienced a loud simultaneous orgasm, under the watchful eyes of their satiated hostess. Bobby pulled his prick out while it was still spurting, hoping to fill both holes with the thick whitish fluid. It turned out to be impossible, and Carla could hardly help laughing as she saw the stuff oozing all over Wendy's substantial pink buttocks.
"Hey, why don't we make it some kind of group scene," John suggested a few seconds later. "That would be really heavy, I mean, we can have a fantastic time that way."
All Carla's instincts told her to refuse the offer but she was past the point of self control. Bobby had appealed to her from the start and it would be nice to do something really different and wicked. She stared at the two boys and then smiled, seeing that Wendy was with her all the way. It stood to reason that four people could have a far better time than two.
At that point, John took over completely, making everybody lie down together in the center of the living room. Carla felt two hands attacking her tits, caressing every inch of the lush globes, not letting her rest for a second. Wendy was given the same treatment and soon Carla noticed that the woman was moving closer and closer to her.
Wendy's pink lips closed around one of Carla's nipples, sucking sensitively at the tender flesh, working the pink star into a contorted pad of lust. Soon she left off what she had started, using her lips and tongue on John's erect rod, sucking the boy loudly, saliva dripping off her chiseled jaw.
Before she knew what was happening, Carla was flat on her back, Bobby crouched over her chest, his large dark prick pointing directly at her lips. Carla knew exactly what to do. She opened her mouth wide and began to suck the boy's cock without hesitation, her lips quivering, her tongue darting up and down the seven inches of the tightly muscled shaft.
Bobby waited until his prick was completely rigid before fucking the blonde sexpot. He climbed directly on top of Carla, his prick brushing her ivory thighs before finding a home in Carla's come spattered twat. It felt wonderful to get fucked by a different boy, to feel a new cock seeking her out from within, bringing Carla to the height of sexual ecstasy.
This time Carla moved with her lover from the start, grinding her ass into the carpet and wrapping her long slender arms around Bobby's sweating back. Her cunt muscles closed down on the probing, pulsating cock, making it impossible for Bobby to withdraw. Carla continued to gyrate her hips as the boy grew more passionate, his face a red mask of uncontrolled lust.
The other couple was sixty-nining just a few inches away from Wendy and her new partner. Craning her neck to the side, Carla could see the woman using her tongue skillfully, parting her legs to take John's long hot tongue. The couple kept that up for a few minutes and then Wendy stopped, evidently not wanting to have her clinging mouth shot full of semen.
Wendy disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds, leaving Carla alone with the two lusty boys. John watched his mistress for a few moments and then decided to get in on the fun. He and Bobby had shared women before and Carla was good enough for both of them.
"Let me in on the action," he demanded a few seconds later. "We'll turn her over onto all fours and you can fuck her from behind while she sucks my cock. I can't wait to shoot my load into those lips. Think you can handle it, Carla?"
Carla did not bother to answer, certain that she would be more than a match for the two virile young men. Bobby dislodged his prick from her cunt for a few seconds, allowing Carla to move into position. John sat down on the couch where he had fucked the glamorous woman, his prick hard as a rock, protruding six inches in front of him.
Carla parted her lips immediately, not caring that she was doing something that would have formerly struck her as decadent and faintly repulsive. Bobby was moving into position behind her, his prick glistening with pussy juice. He allowed Carla to get used to having a prick in her mouth before entering her, knowing that it would take longer to come the second time around.
Bobby held his prick in position, easing the big organ slowly into Carla's pussy. The woman winced at first, unable to handle the two men, but they took it easy on her, using long slow strokes, being gentle while their passion was still weak. Carla moved her head forward, trying to swallow the full length of John's prick, knowing that she would be able to swing it eventually.
Her head bobbed downward and then Carla gagged slightly, feeling the knobby organ brushing against her throat. Ignoring the urge to gag, she pushed her head forward, not stopping until her lips were touching John's sandy pubic hair and her teeth were digging gently into the thick root of his prick.
Carla maintained that position for a few seconds, delighted at her accomplishment. Meanwhile, Bobby had started to fuck her harder, tickling Carla's asshole with his right index finger, eventually forcing it in to the second knuckle. All the while, his prick delved deeper into Carla's hole, moving from side to side in a slow, hypnotizing cadence.
Wendy returned to the living room at that point, immediately deciding to let Carla have the two boys all to herself for awhile. She felt fully satisfied after her first orgasm and knew that it would turn her on to be a spectator. Later in the evening, her desires would revive and the boys would be more than happy to let her take her lucky hostess's place.
Wendy took a deep hit from the grass pipe as she watched Carla struggling to keep her two lovers happy. At first it was too much for the inexperienced woman. Carla felt as if there were ten pricks fucking her rather than two. Every way she moved she would be attacked anew. A few seconds later she was able to get on top of things, coordinate the movements of the two boys, use them for her own increasing pleasure.
Carla wiggled her ass, digging her soft buttocks into Bobby's midsection. She felt the boy drag his cock slowly from her pussy and knew just what would be done to her next. It was obvious that Bobby had a thing for anal sex. Now that she had lost her anal cherry to Arturo, Carla felt that she could service the boy with ease, give him a fucking he would not forget.
She concentrated for a few seconds on the prick that was throbbing violently in her mouth, knowing that she could again bring John to orgasm any time she pleased. Carla decided that it would be best to have the two boys come together. It would not be easy to arrange that but she felt up to the task.
Bobby worked his come covered prick into Carla's tight asshole, delighted with the woman's compliance. He went in slowly, having no desire to hurt the luscious creature. Soon he was buried to the hilt, his hands spreading Carla's smooth creamy ass cheeks as far as they would go, his balls slapping against the back of the woman's shapely thighs with every stroke.
Bobby looked at his friend and saw that John was struggling to hold back his orgasm. Most likely Carla was Just about ready to come herself. Bobby removed his prick from the woman's tight gripping asshole and immediately worked it back into Carla's cunt, fucking her fast and. furious this time around.
Carla felt her orgasm starting just as John shoved his prick deep into her throat, his muscles contracting as the come juices started to flow. The first taste of semen was enough to trigger Carla's climax, to make her slam her ass into her other lover's stomach with tremendous force.
Bobby held on for a few seconds longer, delighted at the way Carla was squirming beneath him, all the while gulping down the steady flow of John's thick white come. The woman was incredible, he decided, the perfect sex object, a broad who could go on all night without getting fatigued.
Just as Carla's orgasm was beginning to wane, John finally allowed himself to shoot. He rammed his prick in hard and then let the juices fly, gripping Carla by the hips and refusing to allow the woman to get away from him. In that position, Carla had to keep the other boy's cock in her mouth, licking and sucking at it, swallowing the last drops of thin semen.
Bobby pumped inside the woman's twat and then felt the come spurting out of his overloaded organ. He removed his prick immediately, sinking down onto the rug and reaching up for the grass pipe that Wendy had relit. It was still early in the evening but the two horny bitches had taken a lot out of him, worn him to the bone.
"I hate to be a drag," Carla announced a few moments later. "I have to get up early tomorrow morning to go to work. I hope you won't mind if I ask you all to leave soon."
"No chance, Carla," Bobby answered, laying down the pipe. "I've just got started and I know Wendy is jealous as hell after watching us fuck you. It's only fair to let her have some fun."
Carla looked at her three guests and quickly decided that it was time for her to stop being so uptight and rigid. What did it matter if she came to work tired and sleepy? Her job was important but it was not the be-all and end-all of her life. No, the two boys were willing to fuck her again and that was the important thing, the only thing that mattered any more.
Carla slumped down onto the couch, the grass pipe clenched between her teeth. Yes, it was a pleasure to watch Wendy being fucked by the two boys, to watch their hard young organs swelling with lust. It was easy to imagine herself in Wendy's position and if she played her cards right it would be no trouble to get the two young studs to service her even better than they had done the first time around.
CHAPTER SIX
The next few days passed quickly and uneventfully for Carla Williams. She reported to work promptly the day after her orgy with the two young boys, tired and drawn but with her spirits at a peak. People around the office noticed Carla's new lighter mood but nobody confronted her directly about it, given her reputation as an off putting martinet.
Carla did not mind taking a few days off from her unaccustomed sexual excesses. She would come home after work, mix herself a drink before hitting the shower, and then pass the rest of the evening watching television and catching up with her reading. It was a peaceful, idyllic period, giving Carla ample time to mull over her new situation in life.
Friday night, Carla decided to forego her original plan of putting in an appearance at the Blue Angle discotheque. She was slightly peeved that none of the three boys she had met and fucked there had seen fit to call her, but that was the sort of thing that she should have expected all along. It was fun to seduce the irresponsible boys but foolish to expect much from them in terms of devotion and loyalty.
This particular evening, Carla mixed herself a strong drink and sat before the television, immersed in a movie she had seen during her adolescence. Suddenly her doorbell rang and Carla arose in a state of confusion, not expecting anybody, wondering who would pay her a surprise visit on Friday evening.
Carla pulled the tight terry-cloth bathrobe over her shoulders, opening the door but keeping the sliding latch on, somewhat worried about her visitor. She peered out and was surprised and delighted to see that it was John Hiller, dressed in jeans and a torn T-shirt, standing alone on the threshold waiting to be admitted into her apartment.
"How nice of you to come over," Carla smiled, immediately unlatching the chain. "I was just sitting around watching television wondering why my old friends have been ignoring me."
"I expected to see you down at the discotheque," John replied. "Things were kind of dull there so I thought I'd look you up. I've got some really dynamite shit to smoke."
"I don't know about that," Carla replied, inviting the handsome boy to join her on the sofa. "I had such a dreadful headache that first time. I'm just not up to it."
"You'll get used to it soon enough," John answered with a smile. "Come on, you might as well give it another try."
The lad pulled out a leather sack and a well used clay pipe from his back pocket, immediately preparing a smoke. Things had indeed been quiet at the Blue Angel with little chance of improving. It seemed better to spend an evening in Carla's loving arms than to waste his time chasing the few available girls who had put in an appearance at the club.
"Take a nice deep toke and don't exhale for a long as you can stand it," John instructed, passing Carla the smoldering pipe.
Carla did as she was told, quite happy to see John again, knowing that it would not take the forward boy long to make a pass at her. Three days without sex had been long enough and Carla felt a familiar tingling sensation in her limbs as the smoke drifted slowly through her system.
After the pipe had been emptied, John moved closer to Carla on the plush couch, finally kissing the woman, sure that he would not be rejected. He had thought quite a bit about Carla since their first evening together, and wanted the woman badly after a week of frustration. Already his prick was beginning to get hard and thick from anticipation.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Carla suggested, pushing the boy away. "I'm sure it'll be more comfortable in there."
John Hiller followed his mistress gladly, taking in more of the luxurious decor of the large apartment. The bedroom was too feminine for his taste but it seemed to suit Carla perfectly, a symphony of pink and pale blue, the furniture new and clean, the air redolent with some sort of spray.
John parked himself on the bed, kicking off his sneakers and watching Carla as she undressed. The woman seemed a little nervous and out of it despite the grass she had smoked, but a few minutes of good sex would cure her of that and any other problem, just as it had the first time around.
Carla stood tall before her lover, removing her bathrobe and displaying her body proudly. Her brassiere was soon removed, followed by her black silk panties and white garter belt. Carla paraded for her lover, soft tits bobbing appealingly, her legs stretching out long and lean and muscular.
Carla joined John on the bed, pressing her body against his, allowing him to grab her big tits and manipulate them lustily. John felt his breath coming short as he explored every voluptuous inch of Carla's writhing body. It was incredible that a woman of thirty-five could be so desperate for sex, could be aroused two seconds after he had started to touch her.
John pushed the woman onto her back, forcing Carla to lie still for a few seconds. He started down at the woman's ankles, using his hands and tongue to caress her legs, working his way up to Carla's cunt with agonizing slowness. John figured that it would be fun to keep the woman waiting to be fucked, to see if she could have an orgasm before he entered her.
John's tongue lingered at the firm muscles of Carla's calves, coating the curved mounds with a thin layer of warm saliva, relishing the way Carla would mean and beg him for more. Still, the adolescent lover took his time, caressing Carla's dimpled knees and then massaging her thighs, never letting his hands come closer than six inches away from her already wet cunt.
"John, you're torturing me," Carla pleaded, her face beaded with perspiration. "It feels so good but I want you to fuck me. I want you so fucking bad, want that big prick of yours." "Can't you take it easy for a minute?" John answered sharply. "You're so damned desperate all the time, it really bugs me. Just sit there and enjoy it, if you can.",
Carla was stung by her young lover's words but that did not detract from her sexual delectation. She was fucked up that way, desperate for sex, wanting to lose herself and forget her problems by feeling a huge cock pounding at her pussy. She would try to do what John wanted, take her cue from a boy half her age, a boy who knew so much more about love making than herself.
Once again Carla groaned audibly as she felt the boy's tongue caressing the inside of her hairless thighs. He started just above her knees and then slowly moved up to the hollow of her groin, immediately reversing the procedure. Carla could feel the saliva evaporating on her legs, causing her to shiver with lust.
John reached up, placing his hand over Carla's soft pubic bush. His fingers played with her curly blonde hair, twining in the soft strands, touching her labia for the briefest second. Then his tongue took over, laving the sensitive cunt with long slow strokes, finally penetrating Carla's twat.
"Oh, yes, that's what I want," Carla answered, her hips beginning to move spasmodically. "Shove your tongue into me and I'll come all over your beautiful face."
John shoved his tongue into the breach, working on the rim of Carla's pussy, flicking the agile organ back and forth in a way that left Carla weak with desire. He located the woman's clitoris and caressed the organ carefully, noting with delight how quickly it filled with blood and expanded to its full size. Then his tongue slid directly into Carla's cunt, covering her labia, the spit mingling with her own secretions.
A few minutes later, John had tired of the game. His prick had turned hard and red while working on Carla's pussy and now it was time to think about his own pleasure. This time he wouldn't bother fucking the woman for awhile but was more than willing to sixty-nine until he brought her to orgasm.
It took but a moment for John to reverse his position so that he and Carla were lying head to foot. He climbed on top of the desiring woman and then once more worked his tongue into her box, rubbing his long narrow nose against Carla's clitoris, feeling the woman guiding his hard prick into her mouth.
It was difficult for Carla to breath at first with the boy's full weight pressing down on her body but she was willing to put up with anything as long as she could work on that beautiful hard organ. The prick slid between Carla's parted lips and then the woman was completely satisfied, knowing that she would celebrate her orgasm in record time.
There was no doubt in Carla's mind that John was the best of her young lovers. More experienced than the other boys, he knew how to handle himself in bed, how to torture a woman and then satisfy her totally. Carla held the boy's balls in her right hand, stuffing more and more of John's cock into her straining throat, not slowing down for a second.
John began to hump the woman, hardly paying attention to Carla's pussy any longer. His prick travelled all the way into Carla's mouth and then withdrew halfway, only to be slammed in all over again. All the while, Carla's pussy was pulling at his tongue, trying to drag ever more of it into her hungry hole.
John rolled over onto his side, lifting his leg so that Carla could wedge her head between his slender thighs. The woman let go of her young lover's prick and immediately went to work on John's balls, holding the sensitive globes in her hand and then caressing them repeatedly with her long agile tongue.
At first the sensitive skin cringed from her moist touch, tightening and becoming convoluted. Carla used the tip of her tongue like a reptile, touching every millimeter of the full sac, finally opening her mouth and letting the entire scrotum penetrate just as the boy's prick had done.
She was careful with her lover's balls, cradling them in her mouth, sucking and licking at the mouth-watering burden. John got used to the new method of making love quickly, digging the feel of the woman's tongue. It was frightening to be that vulnerable, but he knew that Carla would die before hurting the part of his body she valued the highest.
Carla spit out the hairy balls a few seconds later, after they were covered with a uniform patina of her warm sticky saliva. The boy's prick had been pressed against her cheeks all the while, hot, hard and irresistible. Carla opened her mouth wide, letting his huge cock penetrate her completely.
Meanwhile, John had resumed his stimulation of Carla's pussy. He shoved his tongue back into the breach and used every combination of pressure to drive Carla mad with desire. The woman's thighs closed down strongly around her young lover's neck, making it impossible for him to withdraw his tongue.
Less than a minute later, Carla felt herself starting to come. She had never liked oral sex particularly, not from the receiving end, but John had done it so well that she was powerless to resist him. His tongue continued to dance in and out of her pussy, varying its strokes skillfully, slowing down occasionally but then applying the pressure more strongly than ever.
John stuck his tongue in as far as it would go and then waited for Carla to celebrate her orgasm. Her legs opened around his head and then her cunt began its familiar contractions, closing down as if she wanted to rip the tongue right out of John's mouth. Then Carla swallowed the full length of her lover's prick, hardly noticing the deep penetration as her climax began.
John tasted a river of pussy honey washing into his mouth. He gulped the juices greedily, amazed by the speed with which Carla had come. The woman was a true sexual phenomenon, the most responsive woman he had ever been with. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever but a few seconds later Carla's passion had waned and she was able to concentrate on her lover's needs.
Carla remained lying on her side, having no trouble working on her lover's cock in that position. She felt John's head moving away from cunt but that was alright too. Carla had had her fun and wanted to return the favor, feel John's prick swell and then explode deep in the back of her throat.
"That's it, Carla, slow and easy," John praised his older mistress. "See, it's so much better when you do it my way."
Carla hardly noticed her lover's words, flicking her tongue across the sensitive spongy head of John's swollen prick. The tumid organ rampaged inside her mouth, filling out her cheeks, plunging into the depths of Carla's straining throat. Soon she could taste the first drop of thick salty come, knew that in a few more seconds the boy would be ready to fly.
Carla redoubled her efforts at that point, wanting to give John the best orgasm of his young life. Her tongue was like a separate organism, never resting for a second, touching every part of his cock, licking, sucking, nibbling, pulling, refusing to allow the boy's passion to wane for a second.
John felt the come moving up from his balls, dammed temporarily at the tip of his rod. He stopped moving altogether, knowing that he would enjoy himself all the more if he fought against his inevitable orgasm. Carla sensed what the boy was doing and worked even harder, pulling at his prick as if her life depended on it, knowing that victory would soon be hers.
She curled her lips around the shaft of John's cock and raced her tongue up and down, feeling the boy's muscles contract, feeling blood surging through the veins. Then John contracted once more and shot a tremendous load of come into the woman's waiting mouth, an endless flow of thick, choking viscous fluid, which Carla rolled around in her mouth before swallowing, turned on intensely by the power of his climax.
Carla refused to relinquish the boy's joy stick until she had licked it clean of the last traces of come juice. Her tongue continued its busy work, finally releasing the wilting prick, which was shiny with spit. John lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, feeling perfectly content and relaxed, knowing it would take a while before he was again stimulated.
A loud ringing sound shattered the silence that had descended over their bedroom. Carla leaped to her feet nervously, wondering who in hell would have come by to visit her on a Friday night, well past eleven o'clock. She pulled her bathrobe around her recently sated body and looked at John for forgiveness, hoping that the boy would not be angry with her.
"Go ahead and get it," John said casually. "Come on, you can't be uptight all the time. I promise I'll stay in here in case it's your landlord or somebody like that."
Carla went directly to the door, swinging it on its hinges, shocked to see Arturo Gonzalez standing framed in the doorway. The boy was dressed better than usual, his breath smelling slightly of alcohol. He pushed his way through the door and stood before Carla, addressing her directly.
"Shit, this whole place smells like cunt," Arturo began, looking around to see if Carla was not alone. "What the fuck is going on here? I came by to see if you wanted to fuck. I haven't had a chance to see you all week at the office."
"I'm with somebody, Arturo," Carla answered timidly, afraid of the boy's fiery eyes and powerful physique. "I'm sorry, Arturo, but you should have called before you came over."
Arturo pushed past the frightened woman and headed directly for the bedroom, noticing the open door. His fists clenched, the inebriated youngster was ready for a fight, ready to kick out whoever had got to Carla first that evening. Suddenly a familiar voice greeted the angry lad.
"Arturo Gonzalez, I haven't seen you all fucking year," John stated, jumping out into the center of the room. "Shit, man, we used to have such a good fucking time getting high at school. What the fuck happened to you, brother?"
"I had to drop out to make a living," Arturo answered. "My brother's in the slams, and the old man took a walk last year. I guess you wouldn't understand that coming from a nice, white, middle-class background."
"Cool it," John answered, reaching immediately for a hash pipe. "Hey, I didn't know you were tight with Carla. She's something else, isn't she? Come on in, baby, me and Arturo are old pals. He taught me all about grass."
Carla had been standing in the doorway, fearing the worst. It seemed an incredible coincidence for the two young boys to know each other personally, but they were the same age and there was only one high school in the area. With a sigh of relief Carla sat beside the two boys on the bed, pulling the bathrobe around her torso, still not knowing what to expect.
The two boys began to talk together, reminiscing over their school experiences as they passed the pipe back and forth, ignoring Carla completely. At first the woman felt slighted, but then it dawned on Carla that it was a good thing for her two lovers to get along so well. She could still remember the orgy she had had with John and Bobby. It seemed most feasible to repeat the pleasant procedure with the new combination.
Soon Arturo was overcome by the strong marijuana, his face relaxed into a toothy smile. It was a pleasure for Carla to watch the two boys acting uninhibitedly, making puerile sexual jokes, not trying to act mature in her presence. She moved closer to Arturo on the couch, figuring that he would come around soon, decide to share her with his old friend, John.
Arturo's right hand rested on Carla's shoulder, absent-mindedly stroking her long blonde hair. Carla turned her body slightly, loosening the robe and revealing her large set of firm tits. Arturo whistled appreciatively, looking to John for guidance, uncomfortable in an unfamiliar situation.
"Go on, you can have her if you want to," John chuckled. "That's what friends are for. Share and share alike, one for all, all for one, and all that shit."
Arturo grinned once more and then lowered his head to Carla's exposed breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and pulling at it strongly, stretching the large breast and elongating the firm pink bud. Carla shivered and sighed, wondering how it was possible for her to be turned on again so soon after her bout of love making with John Hiller.
But Carla did not think about her sexuality for long. Arturo showed he meant business, working over Carla's tits with passion, shifting from one to the other until her nipples had turned dark and puckered. Soon he moved his hand down to Carla's already dripping pussy, covering the entire mound and then slipping two fingers directly into her vulva.
John sat erect and naked on the bed, watching the couple closely, knowing that he would be able to get in on the fun whenever he wanted. It was good to see his old friend Arturo again, would be even better to share a woman, with him. Yes, he would let the two of them have their good time and then leap into the fray after things got a little hotter.
Arturo pushed Carla onto her back, his hand still covering her wet pussy, his finger probing ever deeper into the luscious hole. He started to undress himself as he finger-fucked Carla, slipping out of his shirt and then unfastening his trousers, revealing a prick that was already hard and tumid.
Two seconds later, the powerfully built chicano was on top of Carla, his prick resting heavily on her thighs, moving closer and closer to the woman's pussy. Then he entered Carla with a single lunge, his prick disappearing to the hilt, making a loud, moist, sloshing sound.
John watched with delight as Carla strove to satisfy the powerfully built lad. Her hips churned from side to side and her breasts rubbed freely against Arturo's chest. The boy worked slowly at first but soon his strokes became more insistent and rapid, powerful thrust that practically crushed the delicately built woman beneath him. John decided not to wait any longer before getting in on the action. It was time for him to make his presence known in no uncertain terms.
"Hey, we can fuck her together," John piped up. "Roll her over onto her side, and I'll fuck her up the ass. I bet she's never done that before. It'll be great for all of us."
Arturo rolled off the tired woman, more than happy to fool around with a new mode of love making. He had felt somewhat nervous and inhibited having John watch his every move but it would be better if they fucked the woman together. As for Carla, she could not have been more pleased with the new arrangement. It would not be easy to satisfy both boys but she could have a hell of a lot of fun trying.
Carla lay flat on her side, feeling John moving behind her, his adroit tongue sliding directly between her white buttocks and into her asshole. Carla shivered from the unfamiliar sensation, still remembering how much fun it had been to be cornholed by Arturo. Now she would take it both ways, which was likely to give her an orgasm of undreamt of proportions.
John's prick was as hard and firm as it would ever be. He lay down beside the woman and slowly worked the tip of his rod into Carla's dripping asshole. The woman winced at first but then remembered that she was supposed to relax. Soon she was squeezing her cunt muscles around the rigid shaft, having no trouble servicing the full six thick inches.
Arturo watched for a few seconds, turned on by the sight of the buggered woman. His prick was still soaking wet from Carla's pussy juice and now all he had to do was get on the other side of the woman and work his prick back into that delightful aperture. He held Carla's thighs apart with strong hands and then began to finger-fuck the woman again, his prick held in readiness, pressed against Carla's lithe white thigh.
Arturo found, to his delight, that Carla's cunt had become tighter and more clinging as a result of having a thick cock inserted into her pink bunghole. He worked slowly, introducing his prick a little at a time. Soon he had entered the woman completely but found it rather difficult to move freely on the overcrowded circular double bed.
John smiled at his friend, withdrawing his prick almost all the way out of Carla's tight slick asshole. Arturo picked up on the signal immediately, slamming his prick in full force. Soon they had established a common rhythm, taking turns penetrating the woman's body, causing Carla to writhe and scream out with pleasure, hardly comprehending what was happening to her.
Then the two boys began to give it to Carla harder and faster, timing their strokes perfectly, entering and withdrawing with exact synchronicity. Their pricks slid in and out of Carla's cunt in a quickening cadence, tiring the woman and reviving her simultaneously. Carla closed her eyes and kissed the lover before her, completely overcome with passion.
John decided to fuck the woman as hard and fast as possible, in order to have his orgasm at about the same time Arturo would be ready to fill the woman with cream. He had come once already and knew that it would take extra stimulation to rush his orgasm, stimulation provided by Carla's incredibly tight bunghole.
Arturo reached his hand down, playing with the woman's clitoris as he fucked Carla. His other hand busily explored Carla's swollen tits, torturing the nipples, using pain and pleasure to work her into a state of unbearable excitation. Carla tried to sigh her passion aloud but was prevented from doing that by the long thick tongue that had been inserted into her mouth.
For Carla it was a new experience, a thousand times more stimulating than anything she had done before. It was fairly easy to coordinate her movements, to make the lusty boys fuck her at a proper pace. The only thing lacking was a third prick jammed into her mouth but Carla was not going to be greedy about things when she was so close to her orgasm.
Carla could feel the two cocks growing ever stiffer inside her fatigued body, a sure sign that the boys were almost ready to come. It became impossible for the lusting woman to keep her passion in check any longer. She wanted to put off her orgasm but it was overtaking her irresistibly.
She moved her ass backward, trying to keep Arturo from penetrating her so completely. However, that only caused John's prick to slide deeper into her open bunghole. She could feel the two cocks almost meeting inside her, only the thinnest panel of flesh separating the two thick thrusting organs.
Then Carla started to come. A loud soughing sound emanated from her parted lips and then the woman was writhing furiously on the couch, both pricks sunk to the hilt in her body. One spasm was superseded by another, her cunt and asshole clamping down together, turning on her two young lovers and bringing them ever closer to their own climaxes.
Carla's orgasm was the most powerful she had ever known, seeming to include every part of her voluptuous body. The grass she had smoked seemed to enhance the effect, making Carla more aware than ever of every muscle and nerve as her passion slowly and violently ran its course.
The two boys smiled at each other as soon as Carla had finished coming, beginning to pump harder and faster, their bodies tensed and contorted with lust. Carla began to get tired and dry in her twin orifices but knew that she would not have to wait much longer. The boys were moving too fast, would have to shoot their loads in a matter of seconds.
Arturo shoved his prick in hard and then let the huge weapon shoot its charge, filling Carla's cunt, the juices sloshing around for a few seconds and then leaking out again, bathing his crotch and thighs in a sticky mantle of come. John soon began his own explosion, his prick jerking in and out of Carla's asshole furiously, come spattering in all directions.
The two boys finished together, just as they had started, removing their pricks with a single jerk. Carla rolled over onto her back, totally exhausted, sexually satiated in a way she had never dreamt possible. She would never be able to thank the boys adequately for what they had done to her, transforming her from an uptight career woman into a uninhibited, fully realized sexual being, capable of anything.
The grass pipe made another round and Carla found herself drifting off to sleep, physically and emotionally drained after her sexual experiences. She closed her eyes and placed one hand on each of her lover's pricks, happier and more relaxed than she had been in her entire previous life.
"She's out like a light, man," Arturo commented a few seconds later. "I'm still horny as shit, and it'll be no fun fucking her this way. How about you and I going out and looking for some fresh pussy? It's still pretty early."
"I'm not up to it," John admitted after a few seconds of thought. "Besides, you can always fuck Carla in the office. I haven't had a chance to get into her since last weekend. You can split if you want, but I'm going to hang around."
The two boys shook hands and then Arturo dressed himself rapidly, pleased that he had paid a surprise visit to Carla Williams. Monday they would work together and this time he was not going to be satisfied with a mere blow job. Carla had shown that she was capable of delivering a lot more than that. He winked at John as he tiptoed out of the apartment, knowing that Carla wouldn't be allowed to sleep for long.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following morning, Carla Williams awoke alone, disappointed that John had not stayed long enough for her to prepare him some breakfast. But it was only natural that the high spirited lad would get up early and rush off to one of his adolescent pursuits. In any case, after the night they had spent together it seemed unlikely that he would be looking for another woman.
Carla showered and spent most of the day at home, once again thinking over the change in her lifestyle and personality. It was strange how she had stopped feeling guilty over satisfying her sexual desires after so many years of moralistic celibacy. Now Carla was convinced that there was nothing innately wrong with fucking boys half her age.
It turned them on just fine, Carla reasoned, knowing that she had satisfied both young lovers the previous evening. More important, it turned her on, had made Carla alive once again. Now there was more to her life than work and her apartment, an element of excitement that would be hard to live without in the future.
Nonetheless, Carla decided to take the rest of the weekend off, so to speak. It was best to go into these things gradually and she had been a real wild woman so far, fucking one young lad after another, with no end in sight. Yes, she would spend the rest of the weekend relaxing.
Carla dressed herself at noon, donning a casual outfit and heading directly for the local park. It was relaxing to sit with a newspaper and watch the boys yelling and screaming around her. Once again, Carla felt tempted to approach one of the boys, knowing how easy it was to seduce a handsome young man once she set her mind to it.
Carla looked up with surprise and then quickly buried her head in the newspaper again. Twenty feet away from her bench, Jimmy Rogers, the electrician's assistant who had been her first lover in so many years, was sitting on a patch of grass beside a girl who could have been no older than fourteen.
Jealousy raged through Carla's mind for a few moments. She felt her face reddening but soon the feeling passed and Carla was able to smile to herself. There was nothing wrong with Jimmy having a girlfriend, not now that his place had been taken by Arturo and the other boys she had met at the discotheque.
Still, it was frustrating to see the dazzlingly handsome young boy with another woman. He had forgot all about her, had got what he wanted from an older woman and then returned to his own element. That was something that she would have to learn to live with, something painful but unavoidable.
The rest of the weekend passed quickly. Sunday morning, Carla went visiting, to one of the women she had met at the office. It turned out to be a rather dull afternoon but that was just what Carla had been after, a breathing space in the midst of her frantic sexual activity.
Carla arrived early at work the next Monday, happier than she could remember being in years. There was plenty to do in the busy office and she attacked her work with a will, proud of her ability to handle the most difficult assignments, sure that that ability was appreciated by her employer.
Later that afternoon, there was a knock at Carla's door, which the tired woman answered with alacrity. Arturo stood before the woman, his eyes gleaming with lust, a broad smile creasing his virile face. He had come back for more, had no intention of paying Carla a merely social visit.
"Come in, Arturo," Carla said quickly, closing the door behind the lad. "I knew you'd come to see me again. I hope you're not mad that John was at my house on Friday."
"I don't own you," Arturo answered with customary bluntness. "Besides, me and John were pretty tight in school. He's one of the few white dudes I ever dug. I guess we'll be all alone now, while everybody's out eating lunch."
"Are you sure they're out?" Carla asked uncertainly, knowing exactly what was on Arturo's mind. "It's so dangerous for us to be together here. You know what I mean."
"Hang loose," Arturo insisted. "We can be cool about it. It's hard for me to get over to your pad but that's no reason for us not to have a little action now, is it?"
"I guess not," Carla answered, watching the boy approaching her. "But let's be quick about it, Arturo. I'd die if anybody found out that we were fucking in the office."
Arturo approached the nervous woman without hesitation, helping Carla undress and then getting out of his own clothing. Carla noticed that the boy's fingers were dirty from working with the copying machine but that was nothing to worry about. No, everything would be fine as soon as Arturo got a hard-on and fucked her, just as he had done three days before.
Carla dropped to her knees before the naked boy, unable to wait for Arturo to get hard on his own. She had not even finished undressing yet, her stockings and garter belt clinging to Carla's magnificent body. Arturo stood tall with a smile on his face, proud that the sophisticated woman wanted him so badly.
Two seconds later, the boy's prick was firmly ensconced between Carla's parted lips, growing thicker and more rigid with every passing second. He had been blown by Carla before but she was always full of surprises, seemed to get better every time around. Her lips and tongue were working frantically, causing Arturo to moan with increasing passion.
Carla bobbed her head up and down, glad that she had submitted to the boy, glad that she was on her knees before him. She bent her head forward and took in a good six inches of Arturo's cock, choking slightly but refusing to back up an inch until the boy had come into a full state of erection.
"Let's do it a different way this time," Arturo panted huskily, pushing the woman's head away from his cock. "I know you give good blow jobs but I'd rather fuck you, right there on that big, comfortable desk of yours."
Carla giggled, feeling especially wicked. Arturo could always be trusted to come up with something really exciting. It was strange to feel like a whore and enjoy it but that was one more thing that Carla accepted without question. Her cunt was heating just from the thought of fucking the boy, and it would be so much better once he had this cock inside her.
"Bend over the desk," Arturo commanded, standing before Carla with his thick arms akimbo. "I'll fuck you from behind. That way we can get it over with real quick."
Carla obeyed her lover without question. Despite the difference in their ages, Arturo was the boss, the one who called the shots and controlled the pace of their love making. It seemed a little humiliating to be taken that way but Carla would have died before contradicting her imperious young stud.
Arturo stood back and watched the woman with delight. It was incredible the way she did everything he told her. Now she was bent over the polished oak desk, her feet barely touching the floor, her tits pressed against the blotter, her garter belt pulled tight over her ass. Arturo's prick lunged forward, almost of its own accord. He knew that he could wait no longer before fucking the irresistibly beautiful sexpot.
Carla felt herself being caressed from behind. She gripped the sides of the wide desk, feeling her body get weak as Arturo ran his fingers over cunt and asshole, caressing her with surprising gentleness, smearing the warm thick juices from one orifice to another, knowing that he would fuck both that day.
Arturo held her prick in his strong right hand, rubbing it over Carla's clitoris, feeling the tiny organ fill with blood as it was stimulated. Then he reamed out Carla's cunt with his hot cock, never letting more than three inches penetrate the woman's box. He had not been lying when he said that the rest of the office was out to lunch. It seemed they would have close to an hour together and Arturo wanted to make that hour good.
Finally the lad shoved his prick into Carla's box, holding the woman's hips and pressing his weight against her so that Carla felt herself pinned to the desk. Her thigh muscles felt the strain of maintaining that unnatural position but the feel of her lover's cock was ample compensation.
Arturo took his time about fucking the woman, loving the feel of Carla's silky buttocks rubbing against his dark hairy midsection and groin. He could watch his prick sliding into the woman's hole and then emerging coated with a fresh patina of pussy juice. Despite the position they had assumed, Carla would most likely come long before he did.
Carla tried to move with her lover but soon found it impossible. Arturo was heavy and the desk beneath her completely unresilient. This time she was going to have to completely passive, let her energetic lover do all the work. It was hard to remain immobile with the huge cock hollowing her from within but Carla soon adjusted herself to the new situation.
Then Arturo eased his cock out of Carla's cunt and the intelligent woman knew just what to expect next. He had shown a great liking for anal sex before, on several occasions, and now he was going to cornhole her again. It would delay Carla's orgasm but she knew that she would like it nonetheless. Anything they did in bed was good as long as it kept Arturo happy.
The muscular young chicano held his prick against the narrow opening of Carla's asshole, laughing when it slid up the crack toward her hips, lubricated by her pussy juice. Arturo concentrated on entering the woman properly, doubling his prick slightly and then stuffing the thick spongy head directly into that enchanting pink aperture. Soon half his thick rod was comfortably buried in Carla's narrowest, tightest fuck hole.
In the position she had assumed, Carla felt her asshole a little less accessible than usual. She was new to anal sex in any case and it was rather painful to feel the big prick dividing her in two, moving steadily forward inside her bunghole. Carla parted her legs a little farther, feeling immediate relief from the difficult friction and pressure.
Fortunately, Arturo did not continue to bugger the woman for long. The mystery of anal sex was long since passed with Carla and he soon decided that he preferred the woman's cunt, a much more interesting aperture. Carla sighed with relief as she felt the boy's cock sliding away, knowing that it wouldn't take long for him to bring her to a climax.
"Shove it into my pussy," Carla commanded, dropping her usually passive mien. "I want to feel it-all of it-pounding away inside my cunt! You can do it, Arturo, I know you can."
Arturo did not take long to do what Carla had asked of him. His prick was dark purple now, the veins standing out in stark contrast to the taut skin. He pushed forward and let the big organ slide in easily. Carla's cunt seemed tighter than ever after he had fucked her asshole for a few moments.
Almost immediately, Carla felt the onset of her long awaited orgasm. Her body was tired and sore from the position she had assumed but that did not detract from Carla's sensual pleasure. Her entire body was on fire, every nerve on edge, waiting for the relief of her imminent climax.
Carla held her breath for a moment, feeling Arturo's prick resting against her cunt walls. The boy was not moving at all, knowing that his work had been done and done well. He leaned over her, his heavy chest pressing her to the desk, smiling broadly as the woman went through her paces.
A moment later Carla started to come. Her cunt closed down around the prick that was filling it so well, as if she wanted to tear the weapon right off Arturo's body. Arturo had fucked her better than ever before.
Arturo began to fuck the woman again as soon as her orgasm had waned, moving faster now, his hips tightening as he whaled his prick into the well lubricated box. His body was covered with sweat, as Carla could see by turning her head over her shoulder and examining the boy closely.
But Arturo was not yet ready to come. His prick seemed to get ever harder, slamming repeatedly into Carla's pussy. Carla ground her tits against the blotter that covered her desk, quote uncomfortable in the cramped position, hoping that the boy would hurry and join her in a state of complete fulfillment.
Before Arturo could get his rocks off, something happened which shook the foundations of Carla's newfound happiness. She heard a sound behind her, followed by an all too familiar voice addressing her by name. The worst had happened, the very worst thing she could think of.
Standing in the doorway of the large private office was Mr. Jeffery Barnes, head of the advertising agency, Carla's employer for the last five years. After calling out the woman's name, Mr. Barnes stood like a statue, unable to believe his eyes. He had tried to seduce Carla himself early in their relationship but had given it up as a bad job, sure that the woman was completely frigid, an unregenerate man-hater.
Now she was bent over her desk, a swarthy young office boy fucking her from behind. It was impossible to comprehend, the last thing on earth he had expected to see. Jeffrey Barnes had come in to discuss business and now he was faced with a situation as disorienting as it was unprecedented.
"What on earth is going on here?" he was finally able to stutter. "Carla, I never expected this of you. I mean, it's impossible, I really can't believe my eyes."
Arturo withdrew from the woman instantly, not saying a word, his large stiff dick bouncing ludicrously before him. It looked like his job was going to end then and there but it had all been worth it. He had fucked the woman and had his fun and now he would have to pay the piper. It seemed a shame that Carla was likely to be canned along with him.
"There's no way I can explain it," Carla stated nervously, standing erect and trying to cover her nakedness with two slender hands. "I suppose you'll want to fire me now."
"Wait a minute," Mr. Barnes insisted. "I'm supposed to be making the decisions around here. Look, I can't afford to give you up. I'm shocked by this scene, but then again, you're a free woman ... a very beautiful one I might add."
Seeing an opportunity, Arturo began to speak for the first time since Mr. Barnes had entered the office. It was obvious that the middle-aged man was excited and intrigued by what he had seen, and it took no leap of the imagination to see that the man wanted to get in on the fun, which was fine with Arturo under those strange circumstances.
Carla watched the two men whispering, overcome with shame but having a pretty good idea of what would be expected from her. Mr. Barnes had had the hots for her along, only it wasn't going to be easy to fuck a paunchy, middle-aged executive after the virile young men she was used to. However, her job was on the line and Carla felt especially weak and passive, willing to submit to the orders of her lover and boss.
"Yes, I suppose I would like to fuck her," Mr. Barnes concluded, addressing his words to Arturo. "Nobody's around, and I know I can trust you to keep silent, if you want to keep working here, that is. Come on, Carla, I've been waiting for this a long time, as I'm sure you know."
"I don't want to do it," Carla protested. "It's wrong, it's rape. You want to take advantage of me. We were so happy before you showed up, you middle-aged bastard."
"Yes, I can see the kind of lovers you prefer," Mr. Barnes answered with a tolerant smile. "But you won't mind me, Carla. I'm pretty good for an old man. Besides, Arturo can stick around if that would make you less nervous about fucking me."
Arturo was more than happy to obey his boss, knowing that his job was no longer in jeopardy. He had shared Carla before, felt in no way possessive about the nymphomaniacal beauty. It would be fun to watch the boss getting his rocks off and seeing how Carla reacted to a lover more her own age.
Mr. Barnes began to undress immediately, forcing Carla to sit down on the couch and watch him disrobe. At first the woman was in a panic half remembering her scene with David Green, the older man who had so savagely taken her virginity. However, the analogy was obviously false, Mr. Barnes was a good-natured man and most likely had no intention of hurting her.
Eventually the man was stark naked, revealing a swelling prick at least as large as Arturo's tool. He sat down with Carla and began to caress the woman's large tits, not caring that she had been fucked already that afternoon. Stuck in an unhappy marriage, he was glad to take what he could get, especially with a woman as lovely and desirable as Carla Williams.
Jeffrey lowered his head to the woman's tits, sucking one large pink nipple into his greedy mouth. Carla shuddered with fear, still not reconciled to making it with a man older than herself. Still, she was in a bad situation, could not possibly protest. Her breasts quivered and then the woman started to feel herself being turned on all over again.
Without being told, Carla reached down and took her boss's prick in hand, massaging the organ gently, working it into a state of untrammeled erection. The man was well hung all right, his prick smoothing out as it expanded, pulling the skin tight. The head protruded irresistibly, big and soft and red, just right to be taken into her hungry talented mouth.
Carla bent over her employer's lap, replacing her slender fingers with a warm, hungry mouth. She was draped across Jeffrey Barnes like a little girl awaiting a spanking, her ass prominent, her tits crushed against the man's thighs. She could see Arturo watching her but that made things better, assured Carla that nothing too terrible was likely to happen to her.
Mr. Barnes leaned back on the couch, still trying to digest the new situation. There was no denying his sexual pleasure but it seemed like a dream, something that could not possibly be happening to him in reality. Carla had been an iceberg since he had known her, nothing like the sensual creature who was now working on every inch of his swollen prick.
He allowed Carla to go on sucking his prick for a few moments, knowing that there would be plenty of time to fuck the woman. It was crazy to have the lowest paid of his employees sitting in the same room, smoking a cigarette and watching him closely, but that fit in somehow. There was no understanding the crazy scene so that he might as well sit back and enjoy it.
Finally, Mr. Barnes tired of having his cock sucked. It would have been easy to let Carla bring him to orgasm in that manner, but he had waited a long time to get at the woman and wasn't going to waste his big opportunity. No, her cunt was grinding against his chest now as the woman contorted her body, just waiting to be entered by his big, horny cock.
"Lie down on the couch, Carla," Mr. Barnes commanded, pushing the woman's head away from his erect rod. "I'm going to fuck you now, show you that it can be fun with an old man like me."
Carla did not bother to answer her boss, sensing the justice of his words. It was different doing it with an older man, but so far it wasn't at all unpleasant. Even if she didn't have another orgasm from fucking the man, her job was safe and that had to Carla's prime consideration.
Carla reclined on the couch, sitting rather than lying, her legs spread as far apart as they would go, her blonde pussy gaping open and pink. Mr. Barnes crouched down before the woman, his prick parallel with that fascinating box, his face already covered with sweat. He was ready to fuck the woman right before the eyes of the amused young office boy.
Mr. Barnes held his prick firmly in hand and then guided it quickly into Carla's luscious fuck box. He fit in easily enough and immediately began to move, lowering his head to suck on the woman's irresistible nipples once again. Carla sighed with lust, turning the man on all the more, wondering what the outcome would be of their strange situation.
She wrapped both hands around her boss's neck, holding his leonine head against her breast. Mr. Barnes was well past forty, by far the oldest man she had fucked since David Green. But as long as Arturo remained in her office everything was going to be alright. It was vaguely possible that the men would decide to fuck her together, playing right into Carla's hands.
But Mr. Barnes had no intention of sharing his conquest. Arturo had had his fun and now the boy would have to cool his heels, wait until he himself was finished with Carla. What they did afterwards was their own business. For the moment he could be concerned only with his own rampaging sensuality.
Jeffrey held Carla by the hips, working his prick all the way into the woman's delightfully welcoming pussy. His lips and tongue continued to torment Carla's heavy tits, as the woman allowed herself to become excited. Then Mr. Barnes bit into the woman's nipples, realizing that Carla was past the point of caring, was lost completely in her sexual passion.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," Carla moaned, unaware of her own words. "It feels so good when you do it to me like that."
Mr. Barnes flashed a quick wink to Arturo Gonzalez, proud of his ability to turn the woman on. Arturo smiled back, not caring what went on at that point. It was fun to watch somebody else trying to satisfy Carla, and it might as well be the boss. The woman was capable of anything.
Mr. Barnes let go of Carla's tits, concentrating on his swollen sensitive prick. He lunged forward and then withdrew slightly, making Carla move forward on the couch to recapture the heavy organ. A new thought was taking shape in his mind, something that he would act on as soon as they had run the course of their bout of passionate fucking.
He slowed down slightly, wondering if it would be possible to get Carla to come, despite her stated aversion to older men. He reamed the woman out slowly and lovingly, his prick gliding in an inch at a time, touching every inch of her luscious pussy walls. Carla reacted properly but not especially passionately, enjoying herself but not nearly as much as she had with Arturo.
Soon Mr. Barnes gave it up as a bad job. He might as well think only of his own pleasure, take full advantage of the unprecedented chance to fuck his most gorgeous employee. His sex life had been none too successful of late, but Carla had turned him on just fine, reviving his flagging virility with her magnificent body and submissive attitude.
Every man should have a woman like Carla, he thought as he continued to plow the woman's grasping hot pussy. Life around the office was usually dull, but Carla had added a new dimension to it. From then on she was going to be his, whenever he wanted her, a thought that turned him on all the more.
Mr. Barnes slammed his prick all the way back into Carla's pussy, pressing his stomach against the woman's groin, wallowing in the moisture of her clinging labia. He was practically on top of the woman now, shielding her from Arturo's avid inspection crushing Carla's slender but resilient body. In just a few seconds he would be ready to fill the woman with come.
Arturo moved closer to the lusting couple, sure that the end was near. He was impressed with his boss's sexual technique and had long since overcome any feelings of jealousy. He had been left high and dry but that didn't really matter, since he was likely to get another chance with Carla that very day, as soon as Barnes finished and left the private office.
Mr. Barnes rocked back and forth on his knees, causing his prick to withdraw and re-enter Carla's pussy with increasing speed. His face turned red as a lobster as he approached orgasm, his muscles knotted, his body no longer appearing tired and out of shape. Mr. Barnes felt like a new man, completely rejuvenated by Carla's dynamite body and tireless exertions.
The man moved his body faster and faster, his prick looking like a blur as it slid deeper into Carla's pussy. He could feel the woman's erect clitoris rubbing against his crotch but she was still obviously nowhere near ready to come. Mr. Barnes closed his eyes and continued to plank the woman, feeling the come moving up slowly and irresistibly to the tip of his prick.
He slammed the weapon home once more, screaming aloud as the come shot out of his prick with all the force of a live geyser. A few strokes followed and then the middle-aged man slumped to his knees again, his prick sliding out of Carla's cunt with a thick drop of come pearling on its tip.
It took a few moments for Carla to catch her breath and recover. She hadn't exactly enjoyed fucking her boss, but it hadn't been a tenth as bad as she had expected. Now the woman didn't know what to do with herself, sitting naked before her two lovers, letting them decide her fate.
"I guess I ought to split," Arturo suggested. "I mean, I don't mind if you fire me. I shouldn't have been fucking her in the office, even if she asked me to do it."
"I don't blame you, son," Mr. Barnes answered, smiling paternally at the lad. "You're a good worker, and I can't imagine how you could have resisted her. No, you go back to the mail-room and leave things to me. I have no intention of dismissing you."
Arturo looked at Carla and then back at Mr. Barnes. It seemed that he was going to get off easily, which made sense when he thought about it in detail. Mr. Barnes had to keep him on if he didn't want the whole office to know about his affair with Carla. In fact, if he played his cards right, a raise and a promotion weren't out of the question.
After Arturo had left, Mr. Barnes stood naked above the tired woman, wondering what to say. He began once and then bit back his words, knowing that it would be hard to take a moralistic tone with a woman he had just fucked. Finally he gathered his thoughts and addressed the woman directly.
"I'm going back to my office," Mr. Barnes announced. "I want you to get dressed and join me there in five minutes. No Carla, I'm not going to fire you. I may have a reputation as a tyrant, but I'll prove it isn't true."
"You mean, you don't mind that I was fucking Arturo?" Carla asked incredulously. "All right, I'll get dressed as quickly as I can. Really, I'm sorry that all this happened."
"I'm not-not by a long shot," Mr. Barnes answered with a smile. "In fact, I have a proposal I want to make to you; something that might serve both our interests."
So saying, the tall, white-haired executive climbed back into his clothing and left Carla's office, making sure to close the door before anyone could look in on the naked woman. Yes, Carla was going to do him a big favor if she wanted to keep her job, a task that would be right up her alley.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carla dressed herself as rapidly as possible, intrigued by her boss' mysterious hint. She walked proudly down the corridor to Mr. Barnes office, delighted to see the other employees, knowing that they had no idea how she had spent her lunch hour. It gave Carla a sense of superiority that overcame the nervousness that still gnawed at the back of her mind.
Carla knocked at Mr. Barnes' door and then let herself into the office, a spacious room decorated in the modern manner, with overstuffed furniture and soft, indirect lighting. She sat down as soon as Barnes pointed to a chair, wondering what the man would ask of her after having I fucked her.
"So, you're one of those women who likes to fool around with young boys," he stated simply. "No, don't protest and tell me how much you enjoyed fucking me. That doesn't matter."
"But I did," Carla answered, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "I didn't think I was going to, but it turned out to be wonderful. You were so strong and virile."
"But not as good as Arturo and who knows how many others," Mr. Barnes finished the statement for her. "That's exactly why I called you in to speak to me, Carla. You see, I have a son. That's his picture over there. I think he might be interested in you, and I'm sure you're willing to oblige me."
Carla stated at the picture, remembering, vaguely that Mr. Barnes had a son, Timmy, who had just entered high school. The boy looked no older than fourteen in the picture, slender and somewhat sickly. It didn't seem possible that he could be interested in women at that tender age.
"I don't understand," Carla replied, stalling for time. "I really don't know what you're getting at."
"Sure you do," Mr. Barnes answered with a kindly smile. "You like young boys, you just told me so. I don't hold that against you. It's your business, and people have all sorts of strange ideas in this world. The thing is that my son is young and shy. He could use a woman like you to show, him the ropes."
"But that's blackmail," Carla answered, feeling herself blushing involuntarily. "You'll fire me unless I fuck the boy? You want me to be a prostitute, don't you?"
Mr. Barnes smiled again, knowing he had the woman just where he wanted her. Nonetheless, there was no reason to be cruel. Carla would do as she was told, caring more about her job than her Victorian sense of rectitude. He continued to explain things to the woman and then Carla nodded her head slowly, completely resigned to the man's bizarre plans.
Mr. Barnes dismissed Carla from his office, explaining that he would come to her apartment the following evening with his son in tow. Carla passed the rest of the day in a fog, ashamed of the position she had been forced into but intrigued by the idea of fucking a boy younger than any of her other lovers. Yes, she would go through with it at any cost.
Carla spent that evening alone, refusing to allow herself to think of what was going to happen the following night. She mixed a strong drink and sat before the radio, paying even less attention to the music than usual. What if one of her boy friend's showed up while the boss was. there with his son? Things were getting complicated and unmanageable but she would pull through, would take her medicine like a woman.
The telephone rang shortly before ten, startling Carla out of her revelry. A feminine voice greeted her and it took Carla a few seconds to realize that she was talking to Wendy Roberts, the woman who had engaged in an orgy with her the previous week. She had forgot Wendy entirely in the confusion of more recent events but it was now pleasant to hear a familiar voice. "I haven't seen you at the discotheque," Wendy began. "I thought I'd call you up and see if everything was all right. It's kind of dull here tonight. Would you care for a visit?"
"Come right over," Carla answered eagerly. "I'm so confused I don't know what to do anymore. Maybe you can straighten me out. I think I'm going crazy tonight."
Wendy arrived ten minutes later, knocking loudly at Carla's door. Carla arose from her easy chair and let the woman in, feeling a little more collected than she had been on the telephone. She mixed Wendy a drink and then began to talk to the woman, tentatively at first but then confessing everything, giving her all the details of what had happened earlier that day.
"Wow, you made it with the boss and then he asked you to put out for his son? That's pretty wild, all right. What the hell are you going to do about it?"
"That's just it," Carla interrupted. "I have to do what he wants, or he'll fire me. You know, I've always had a thing for young boys but I don't know about this."
Suddenly Carla started to cry, letting all the tension seep out in her tears. It had been an impossible day, shaking the foundations of her sanity and new lifestyle. Wendy was a woman her own age, maybe a few years younger, but she was more experienced with men and more sure of herself. Maybe the woman would be able to help her in some unknown way.
"Take it easy, honey," Wendy answered. "It hurts now, but in a few days you'll be laughing about it. Your boss doesn't sound bad at all, and you told me that his son looked good in the picture. See, there's nothing to cry about."
Carla let the words sink in, still confused and disoriented. Wendy had a way of making things sound so simple and easy that her calmness was bound to rub off. Carla felt comfortable with her head cradled in the woman's arms, her tears falling slowly down the neckline of Wendy's low cut blouse.
"You're really hung up about sex, aren't you?" Wendy asked after the tears had ebbed. "It sounds like you never got laid before you started hanging around the discotheque. That's hard to believe. I mean, you're a very desirable woman."
Carla began to give Wendy a capsule history of her sexual development, starting with her defloration and continuing up to the present. She mentioned all her hangups, her almost complete lack of sexual experience. Wendy listened without saying a word, amazed by the unfolding of the strange tale.
"It sounds like you've never done anything until now," Wendy repeated. "I mean, when I was a teenager I made it with men of all ages-women too. You have to be free about sex, try everything at least once before you put it down."
"You made it with women?" Carla asked, swallowing the last of her tears, obviously fascinated. "I can't imagine doing that, although I suppose I must have wanted to."
"That's just it," Wendy said with enthusiasm. "There are probably a million things you wanted to do and didn't. But it's never too late to change, if you know what I mean."
Carla looked into the other woman's eyes, seeing that Wendy was examining her closely, taking in every inch of Carla's desirable body. It seemed insane to make it with Wendy, but that was evidently what the women wanted. Certainly she deserved it after being so nice to Carla, taking the time to come over and advise her on her problems.
Wendy kissed Carla at that point, on the cheek, then moving her mouth to cover the nervous woman's lips. She had made it with other women more recently than she had admitted, had thought of Carla in sexual terms since their orgy of the previous week. Now she had a chance to have the woman all to herself, to explore that magnificent body with fingers and tongue, to soothe the woman and make her forget her troubles.
Carla opened her mouth under the gentle pressure of Wendy's probing tongue, no longer caring what happened to her. She felt warm and secure in Wendy's arms and that was all that counted. She had fucked so many people over the last few weeks that it made sense for her to have sex with Wendy as well.
The two women remained locked together on the couch for a few moments. Wendy broke the embrace and suggested that they retire to the bedroom. At that moment, Carla's fears and apprehensions coalesced suddenly. It was hard to face the fact that she was turning into a lesbian. Still, she had started on that road and it was too late to reverse directions.
Once they were in the bedroom, Wendy began to undress as if it was the most normal thing in the world. One garment after another was quickly removed from her dark body and Carla watched closely, admitting to herself that she found the woman quite attractive. Wendy was lovely, large-breasted, full-hipped, completely sensual. It seemed possible for them to have a good time making love together.
"Take off your clothing," Wendy commented huskily. "I can still remember how beautiful you looked when we had the boys over here. Just relax and do what comes naturally to you."
Carla's natural inclination was to curl up into a ball and hide from the unprecedented situation. However, she stood tall and began to undress before Wendy, glad that the woman was not making her self-conscious by watching too closely. Already her mind was beginning to calm down. They were doing nothing out of ordinary, merely expressing mutual affection in sensual terms.
Soon Wendy stood stark naked before Carla, who was in a similar state of dishabille. The two women lay down together on the soft circular bed and once again Wendy kissed the inexperienced woman, sliding her tongue into Carla's mouth and relishing the taste of her warm, sweet saliva.
Eventually Wendy stepped up the pace, reaching down to caress Carla's boobs. Her hands were gentle and insinuating, seeming to know just what to do. Carla was surprised by her own reactions at first but then decided that it made sense for a woman to know instinctively how to please her.
She lay back and allowed Wendy to work over her lovely body, paying special attention to Carla's huge swelling tits. First the woman caressed her, then replaced her fingers with her mouth, sucking at Carla's nipples with agonizing gentleness. Carla sighed with lust, closing her eyes, knowing that eventually she would be expected to respond in kind.
Wendy continued to work on Carla's tits, enthralled by her tender flesh, her own body starting to react. Carla had no idea what she was doing but the woman's instincts were good. After a few minutes of mild petting, she would be ready for the real thing, would quiver to the feel of Wendy's talented tongue slipping slowly and silkily into her cunt.
Wendy began to caress Carla's entire body, staring at the dimpled shoulders and working her way down the woman's curved torso. Carla's skin was as soft as silk, without a blemish, completely desirable. She stopped at the woman's waist, so narrow that she could almost surround it with her hands.
Then she stroked Carla's legs, working her way up from the delicate ankles, along the slender hairless calves. Wendy was moaning in her arms, obviously turned on by Wendy's style of love making, every nerve a tingle. It was time to escalate their love making, move a little closer to the woman's cunt.
Wendy took her time about things, letting her hands linger on Carla's magnificent thighs. The woman was so passive and helpless that it was tempting to abuse her by coming on strong, but Wendy kept that impulse in check. It felt wonderful to have those soft thighs in her hands while her tongue was still busily exploring the recesses of Carla's sensual mouth.
Finally Wendy surrounded Carla's blonde bush with her soft hands, stroking the flaxen hair, working her finger ever so slowly into the woman's moist crevice. Carla's pussy seemed amazingly tight, smooth and soft, just the way she liked it. Now she was playing with the woman's clitoris, stroking the tiny organ gently, waiting for it to fill with blood and expand.
Carla responded perfectly, opening her ivory thighs and abandoning herself completely to her feminine lover. She looked down and saw that Wendy had pressed her body against her own, their skin making a lovely contrast. They were like sisters now, understanding one another perfectly, enraptured with love, ready to move into the final stages of sex.
Wendy felt the long cool fingers gliding into her cunt as if guided by radar. The sensation was unfamiliar but soon she grew to love it, to relish the feel of the sensitive orgasm seeking out her every secret. It was wonderful that Wendy was taking it easy on her, letting Carla get used to the joys of lesbian love a little at a time.
A few seconds later Wendy removed her fingers from Carla's pussy, ready to pull out the heavy artillery. She slid her body along Carla's torso, keeping the blonde woman flat on her back. Then her head was directly over Carla's gaping cunt, her tongue poised and ready to enter that sweet citadel.
Carla experienced another moment of doubt and discomfort as the women started to eat her out. Once she felt Wendy's tongue brushing over her enraged clitoris everything was fine again. She could trust Wendy completely, know that the woman would do all in her power to make her happy.
Wendy lowered her head, forcing her tongue directly into Carla's gently parted labia. The flesh was warm and luscious, literally melting in her mouth, covering Wendy's chin with a flow of warm love honey. Yes, it was going to be easy as shit to bring the responsive woman to orgasm.
The tiny clitoris was brushing against Wendy's face, refusing to be ignored for long. Wendy removed her tongue from Carla's cunt and immediately attacked the little red button, holding it between her sharp white teeth and brushing it with her tongue, feeling Carla quiver beneath her.
Carla reached down to fondle her mistress' tits, knowing that that was the least that would be expected from her. It was hard to get at the soft globes, but soon she had inserted her hands under Wendy's torso, surrounding the big tits with her fingers and pulling gently at the puckered nipples.
Wendy continued to work on Carla's clit for a few seconds, biting into the tiny flap of flesh, fully satisfied with the progress she had made. Carla was rather a strange creature but that made her no less attractive. She was the kind of woman Wendy had always favored, blonde, voluptuous and passive.
Her tongue left the tiny blood-engorged clitty and moved directly into Carla's vulva, parting the labia and then sliding into the breach. Carla had lifted her hips slightly, making herself more accessible than ever. Her cunt was warm and fragrant and delicious, stimulating Wendy intensely, causing a sharp feeling of pleasure in her own genitalia.
"It feels so good," Carla muttered a few seconds later. "I never knew that sex could be so gentle and peaceful. Yes, keep doing that, it makes me feel so good."
Wendy ignored her friend's words, knowing perfectly well what she was doing. Her tongue darted in and out of Carla's cunt hardly touching the soft pussy walls, never lingering for more than a second. She flicked the agile organ back and forth and then finally had mercy on the confused woman. She might as well get down to business, Wendy figured, get the woman hot and ready to return the oral favor.
Wendy reached up and began to fondle Carla's tits at the same time she was continuing to explore the woman's fragrant, redolent cunt. The nipples came to life in her hands and she could feel the moisture increasing, a sure sign that Carla was almost there, needing only a few minutes more of stimulation before she would be ready to shoot her load.
Her tongue darted in and out of the luscious crevice at ever increasing speed. Carla had her eyes open now, was writhing beneath Wendy on the soft bed, knowing what was going to happen to her. She had been a fool to be afraid of a woman who wanted nothing more than to bring her to a passionate orgasm. Now Carla was able to relax and enjoy herself fully.
Wendy shoved her tongue as far as it would go into Carla's twat and then left the agile organ there for a few delicious seconds. She could feel the muscular cunt contracting around her and that turned Wendy on all the more. Yes, it was nice to be with a woman again, not quite as good as doing it with a man, but exciting and stimulating in its own unique way.
She held Carla by the hips, encouraging the woman to move, to force her hips against Wendy's face so that the probing tongue could sink deeper and deeper. Wendy's face was covered with pussy juice by then but she loved every minute of it, knew that her efforts would soon be crowned with success.
And then Carla started to come, slowly at first but then with great intensity and momentum. Her clitoris went completely rigid and her cunt contracted more strongly than ever. Soon Wendy could taste the juices starting to flow, knew that she had turned the woman on unequivocally.
Carla was surprised at the intensity of her first lesbian-inspired orgasm. Her cunt closed down on the pulsating tongue and then she could feel her spasms beginning. Her hips dug into Wendy's soft tits but the woman did not retreat for a second, holding Carla down with surprisingly strong hands, gulping down every drop of the copious sweet tasting fluids.
Carla tried to speak in the midst of her passion but soon found it impossible. She couldn't express what she was feeling in words, in any case. Her cunt was continuing its strenuous spasms, cleaving to the probing tongue, wanting the climax to go on forever and ever.
Her orgasm finally came to an end, Carla's body subsiding after a few more seconds had passed. Wendy removed her head from between Carla's thighs and allowed the woman to relax for a few moments. It had been terrific to eat Carla out but now her own body was making demands. She would have to play her cards right to avoid frightening the woman.
"You liked that, didn't you?" Wendy asked unnecessarily. "I mean, it wasn't weird or perverted or anything like that. We're friends, we love each other and we made each other happy."
"But I didn't really do anything for you," Carla protested. "I don't know if I can, either. You know, I'm so uptight about sex. Help me, Wendy, show me what to do."
"Start by calming down a little," Wendy answered with a smile, caressing Carla's sweat streaked breasts. "Make love to me any way you want, at any pace. Come on, we've kissed before. You can start with that and work your way up."
Carla took her friend at her word immediately, taking Wendy into her arms and pressing the woman close. It seemed that she was stronger than Wendy, taller and more muscular. Wendy's tits pressed against her midsection as she bent the woman's head back, timidly slipping her tongue between Wendy's soft red lips.
It was heavenly to kiss the woman now that her nervousness had vanished. Carla felt calm and secure after her powerful orgasm, capable of almost anything. She stroked Wendy's back, digging her long polished fingernails into the thin skin, her tongue fully inserted in Wendy's mouth. Things were getting good and they had merely begun as far as Carla was concerned.
Wendy sighed with lust, feeling the heavier woman bear her body down onto the soft mattress. She rubbed her tits against Carla's causing the woman to reach down and manipulate the soft orbs. Carla seemed to know what she was doing alright, a natural in making love to a woman.
Carla stepped up the pace immediately, pinching the pink nipples between her fingers and then caressing them more gently as they hardened. She could feel Wendy's cunt pressed against her thigh, wet, warm and altogether inviting. Soon she would have to touch that lovely organ, a prospect that thrilled her rather than frightening the inexperienced woman.
Finally Carla let go of the lovely tits, sliding her hand along the fleshy torso of her new mistress, trying to reach her cunt before losing courage. It was easy to cover the dark satiny bush with her hand, easier yet to slide a finger into the breach now that she had reached the point of no return.
Wendy lay flat on the mattress, waiting for Carla to shift positions and eat out her pussy. It felt good to have Carla's fingers inside her box but she knew it would be a thousand times better once the girl got down to serious love making. Carla seemed hesitant about taking the last step but Wendy knew that she would come around in record time.
Then Carla finally gathered her courage, moving her body down until she was lying next to Wendy's dripping, sweet-smelling twat. She reversed position, not wanting to watch the woman's face as she ate her pussy. Her eyes were but an inch from Wendy's cunt now. She was ready to take the final step.
Carla slid her tongue out, touching the opening of the woman's pussy. She had a bit of trouble locating Wendy's clit but soon the tiny red organ was poking against her tongue, quivering as Carla worked it over. She was intent on duplicating Wendy's technique exactly until she felt more comfortable.
Making things easier for her friend, Wendy twisted her torso until she had assumed the sixty-nine position. It was futile to try to turn the woman on again so soon after orgasm, but she knew it would relax Carla if they did things together, went slowly during the woman's first bout of cunnilingus.
Carla slid her tongue directly into Wendy's vulva, feeling more self-confident with every passing moment. There was nothing wrong with what they were doing, just as Wendy had promised. It was beautiful and personal and very satisfying. It would be even better once she felt the woman coming into her mouth.
At first Carla moved her tongue in a random pattern, touching various parts of her mistress' pussy. Then she got the method down pat, working on the woman as it had been done to her so many times in the past. A silent bond was developing between the two women, a tie of mutual lust and desire.
Wendy began to lick at the opening of Carla's pussy, still soaking from come juice. She stopped suddenly, feeling Carla's tongue plunging deep into her own sexual organs, causing her to shiver with desire. Yes, Carla was going to do things just right, use her lips and tongue to their best advantage.
The telephone rang at that point but Carla ignored it completely. Nobody could be as important to her as Wendy, even her young male lovers. Carla buried her head in the woman's cunt, hearing the phone ring twice more and then fall silent. They were all alone and would remain that way for the duration of their enchanted hemophiliac evening together.
As she got the hang of eating pussy, Carla was able to overcome all her previous inhibitions. It felt wonderful to have the woman creaming in her mouth, writhing beneath Carla's strong shapely body. A new sense of power surged through her body and mind as Carla took the offensive for the first time in her life.
Carla held her partner by the hips, knowing that Wendy would keep her thighs spread wide. Her tongue darted in and out of the fragrant chamber, moving all over Wendy's cunt, causing the woman to sigh aloud, her tongue no longer inserted in Carla's box. Yes, they were doing it perfectly, she reflected, making love as it was meant to be. It wasn't as good as doing it with a man, but it was good enough to keep Carla deliriously happy.
Still, Wendy seemed nowhere near orgasm yet, needed stronger medicine to get her over the verge. Carla removed her tongue from Wendy's cunt and then noticed the woman's asshole gaping invitingly before her. Wendy had raised herself up onto her hips so that both orifices were equally accessible.
It was something that Wendy had not done to her but that made it all the better for Carla. She snaked her tongue directly onto the tiny pink aperture, delighted at the way Wendy was squirming beneath her. A few minutes of that and the woman would melt in her mouth, completely overcome with desire.
It was not easy to get her tongue into that tiny hole but Carla persevered patiently. Wendy's asshole tasted good, fresh and salty, tighter than her dripping cunt. A veil of quiet had descended upon the small bedroom. Carla kept eating out the woman's asshole until she could feel more come leaking out of Wendy's twat. It was time to go back to her original technique, to work on the woman's cunt until she was compelled to come, to shoot her load into Carla's waiting lips.
Wendy sighed with delight as she felt the talented tongue slipping back into her pussy. Carla ignored the woman's clitoris completely from then on in, her tongue moving slowly into Wendy's twat, using long lingering strokes that left the woman weak and shaking, knowing that her time wasn't long.
Carla redoubled her efforts at that point, completely acclimated to the taste of cunt. Her tongue was like a snake, delving in and out of that luscious fuck hole, not resting for so much as a second. Her own body felt stimulated again but that would have to wait until she was finished with Wendy.
Wendy's hips began to move, her pelvis rising to meet each of Carla's passionate strokes. The woman's cunt seemed big enough to ingest Carla's entire head at that point, a sure sign that she was almost there. Carla reached down and began to probe the woman's asshole with her index finger, knowing that it would make Wendy's orgasm that much better.
Two seconds later Wendy was in the throes of passion, her hips grinding wildly, a transfixed expression on her lovely face. She held Carla's head in position, refusing to relinquish her grip until the woman had swallowed every drop of the thick fluids that were gushing amply from her churning cunt.
Carla drank the juices greedily, thrilled at her ability to turn the more experienced woman on. She kept licking and sucking at the woman's twat, refusing to admit that their bout of love had ended. Feeling Wendy's grip loosening, Carla worked even harder, until the gentle pressure of Wendy's fingers told her that there was no point in continuing.
"So you think I should go through with that thing with my boss' son," Carla commented half an hour later, her head cradled in the crook of Wendy's arm. "I still have my doubts about it. You know, I don't like to be forced into things."
"Don't look at it that way," Wendy insisted. "You had a pretty good time fucking the old man, and you dig kids. That sounds a little harsh, but you know what I mean ... keep your job, go through with it. I bet it'll turn out good."
Carla turned off the light, knowing that Wendy would spend the night with her. It was good to have someone to share her thoughts with, a woman of her own age and station. Yes, Wendy had done her a world of good in more ways than one. Even if her affair with Timmy Barnes turned out wrong, Wendy would be there, ready to comfort and help her.
In the morning, Carla dressed herself cheerfully, wondering how she could have been afraid to have a scene with the two Barnes men. She dropped Wendy off in the downtown area and then went happily to work. Yes, she would show her boss' son the time of his young life, one way or another.
CHAPTER NINE
Carla was disappointed to find that her employer was out for the morning, not to return until sometime late in the afternoon. She wanted to talk to Jeffrey Barnes, find out more about the man and his son, perhaps start another scene in her private office. There was plenty of work to be done, however, and Carla was soon able to forget her preoccupations for a while.
Barnes called later in the afternoon, explaining that he would not be able to come into the office at all that day. The agency had not been doing especially well and he was hunting up some new accounts. In any case, he would arrive at her apartment with his son no later than eight that evening.
Carla breezed through the rest of the day without incident. There was a brief visit from Arturo Gonzalez, but it was impossible for the happy couple to engage in their usual amorous activities. In the boss' absence, the social life of the office had begun to flourish. Privacy was out of the question, and that was something about which Carla had become quite sensitive.
Late in the day, just before leaving, Carla snuck into Jeffrey's office to take another look at the photograph of his son. Timmy seemed a handsome if somewhat effete boy, his large green eyes dominating the picture. He seemed incredibly young and innocent, but there was something knowing in his eyes, an instinctive wisdom that immediately turned Carla on.
Carla walked home, enjoying the late afternoon sun. She had done her work well but now she would have to hurry to prepare for Mr. Barnes's visit. She had to shower, clean up, prepare a few snacks and a thousand other things. Carla appreciated the busy work, knowing that it would keep her mind occupied, prevent her from becoming nervous over the upcoming scene.
The doorbell rang ten minutes before eight, just as Carla had expected. She had changed into a simple but revealing house dress, a loose gingham affair that pressed against her tits and outlined the firm contours of her large buttocks. Black net stockings and high heeled shoes completed an ensemble she was sure would appeal to both father and son.
Carla answered the door eagerly, getting her first look at young Timothy Barnes. The boy was taller than she had expected but thin and rather wispy, his arms slender, his chest almost undeveloped. There was a look of shy intelligence on his handsome face and he spoke in a clear, high-pitched voice as he greeted Carla and allowed her to lead him to the sofa.
"What a lovely apartment," Jeffrey Barnes stated, wanting to keep the conversation flowing. "You should have been an artist, Carla. Maybe I ought to put you into the art department."
Carla smiled, offering both men drinks, sure that Timmy would kike being treated like an adult. At first she had felt no real sexual attraction to the boy but he was staring at her legs now, not bothering to conceal his curiosity, demonstrating a will and sex drive to match his father's.
Timmy accepted the drink but laid it on the coffee table untouched. At the age of fourteen he figured it would be impossible to handle alcohol and sex at the same time. The woman was sitting directly beside him now, leaning over and revealing the dark curves of her firm tits. She looked like something from a pinup magazine, a creature straight out of a wet dream.
Eventually Mr. Barnes retreated from the conversation, realizing that Carla was having no trouble speaking with his son. Timmy was a shy and introverted lad but the good-looking woman seemed able to bring him out of himself. It was good to see his son embarking on a first sexual experience, the very least a loving father could for his only heir.
"So, you don't have a steady girl friend but you do like women," Carla concluded. "I think that's a good idea. You're too young to let yourself be tied down by one girl, but I'll bet you'd have no trouble getting laid if you tried."
"Don't talk to me like a child!" Timmy answered, his voice growing stern. "I have the same insecurities as any boy my age. That's why my father brought me here, to a submissive woman with a hangup about boys. Let's leave it at that."
Carla found herself staring at the boy, amazed that such a timid looking individual would attack her so stingingly. The boy's voice was cold and clear, his gaze seemed to penetrate into the very depths of her consciousness. In a way, the son was far more threatening than the father. Mixed with Carla's sense of fear and inadequacy was a strong sexual attraction to the boy, a desire to be taken by the stronger, superior personality.
"Let's not be nasty," Mr. Barnes cautioned his son. "Carla was nice enough to agree to put out for you. I think you ought to be at least civil in return."
It took but a moment for Carla to realize that Mr. Barnes did not understand his son, patronized and feared the boy simultaneously. Timmy was a strange boy, weak and effeminate but with a penetrating intelligence. Once again Carla could feel herself being aroused by the boy's presence. If only they would stop talking and get down to what she wanted.
Mr. Barnes nodded at his son and then Timmy rose to his feet, starting to unbutton his shirt. Carla looked at the two men and then began to undress. This was going to be different from her other sexual experiences, Carla knew. For one thing, Timmy was a good two years younger than any other boy she had ever fucked, seeming to be barely on the adult side of puberty.
On the other hand, the boy was cool, calculating and domineering. He was likely to demand more than her other lovers, expect Carla to be both subservient and responsive. Carla got out of her clothing quickly but clumsily, unable to control her fingers, consumed with curiosity and fear.
Timmy joined her on the couch while his father remained comfortable seated in the easy chair, sipping a drink, a smoldering cigarette in the ashtray beside him. Still, Barnes was aware of their every move. Carla knew that her job and reputation rested on her ability to take the boy's virginity successfully.
Carla took the boy in her arms, finally daring to look down at Timmy's crotch. The boy's body was almost completely hairless his limbs devoid of muscle. He looked more like a girl than a boy, with the exception of his naked prick, which was thick and fairly long, something he had evidently inherited directly.
She couldn't help being thrilled by the idea of fucking a boy that young. Timmy was physically weaker than herself, probably had little control over his sexual functions. In that way, he posed no threat for her, was the most appealing of all Carla's under-aged lovers.
Timmy kissed her at that point, sliding his tongue directly into Carla's open mouth. His breath tasted like green leaves, fresh and immature, and odor that permeated Timmy's entire body. Carla continued the kiss for a few minutes, hoping the boy would start to explore her body on his own initiative.
Sure enough, Timmy reached down for Carla's left tit, breaking the kiss without feeling or ceremony. He wrapped his skinny fingers around the heavy globe and squeezed hard, staring at the blood which suffused below the thin skin. Then he began to work on Carla's nipples with almost scientific curiosity, making no effort to turn the woman on, touching her in every conceivable way. Obviously it was the first time he had been with a woman.
Carla slumped back on the couch, scene of so many of her recent sexual adventures. Timmy lowered his mouth to the huge tits, biting into Carla's nipple and bringing a scream from her lips. Barnes stared over at the couple with a smile on his handsome face, sure that Carla was digging everything his son did to her. In fact, he was not far from the truth, despite the tears that had begun to well up in Carla's eyes.
Timmy continued his dispassionate investigation of Carla's body, like a young doctor performing a dissection. His hands moved over every inch of her satiny skin, parted Carla's labia, stroked her clitoris. But it was all done so coldly, with no thought for her own pleasure, that Carla felt herself growing afraid. Now she was thankful for the father's presence.
Carla decided to get in on the act herself, unable to stand being treated like a laboratory specimen any longer. She looked down at the boy's prick and saw that it had remained unmoved, thick and attractive, but as flaccid as ever. That was something she knew about, something she could easily remedy. Carla stretched her hand down slowly, as if touching a dangerous animal, not wanting to take her strange young lover by surprise.
The boy leaned back on the couch, content to be passive for the nonce. He watched carefully as Carla took his prick into her soft understanding hands, almost smiled as she felt the long cool fingers tickling his prick with consummate respect, handling the organ as if it were a precious relic.
A few seconds later Timmy felt his prick getting hard. Carla was using her fingers well, weighing the prick in her palm and soothing and exciting it simultaneously. At that point, Mr. Barnes began to watch more closely, putting out his cigarette, not wanting to miss a second of the action.
Things were going well so far, Carla considered. The quiescent cock had come to life under her expert touch, was throbbing hot and heavy in Carla's hands. Still, the boy did not trust her yet, was not at all relaxed being with her. There was one thing she could do about that, put herself in the most vulnerable position possible, let the boy dominate her completely.
Carla slid off the couch, dropping to her knees before the dazzlingly handsome young lad. His prick held firmly in her hand, Carla pressed her lips to the thick bald tool, feeling heat suffusing from the thin pink skin. Yes, the boy wanted to be sucked off alright, was fighting to hide his strong emotions.
Carla kissed the heavy prick for a few seconds and then parted her lips, swallowing her pride along with the first four inches of her young lover's cock. Now that she was turning him on the boy was ignoring her needs entirely. He was a selfish child, greedy for pleasure, and she had to satisfy him fully before the critical eyes of a demanding father.
Timmy looked down at the kneeling woman with cold snake eyes, no longer smiling. His sexual activities to that point had consisted only of masturbation. There was no doubt in his mind that Carla was going to turn him on far better than that. Already she had his blood boiling, his prick lunging forward into her mouth despite his attempts to control himself.
Carla pushed her head forward, wanting to take in the full six thick inches of her young lover's prick. She took it in a little at a time, having trouble handling the moving organ which banged continually against her straining throat. Finally she achieved her objective, feeling her lips rest against the boy's bald crotch, her teeth framing the thick base of his rod.
She kept the prick buried in her throat for several seconds, knowing that Barnes was watching her every move, expecting her to be just as good as she had been that day in her private office. Carla then let the huge organ glide partway out of her mouth, dripping with large drops of her thick saliva.
Then she began to move her head up and down like a machine, a cylinder raped by the boy's thrusting piston. He was moving a lot faster now, rubbing his balls against her chin with every stroke, not caring if he caused the woman to choke and gag. In fact, the boy seemed to like it best when Carla was having trouble, took a sadistic delight in her difficulties.
Nonetheless, Carla gave the boy the best blow job which she was capable of producing. Her head continued to bob and her tongue and lips caressed the big cock from every angle. Her jaw was tired from the effort of taking the boy in, but Carla was sure that Timmy would come soon. All young boys were like that-incapable of controlling their passion for long.
Mr. Barnes had got halfway up from his chair at that point, fascinated by Carla's performance. His prick formed an ill-disgusted lump in the crotch of his flannel trousers and it was obvious that he was holding himself back. Later when Carla had satisfied the boy's curiosity there would be a chance to get at her himself. For the moment he was obliged to be a spectator.
Carla spit the heavy cock out of her mouth, still holding it by the base in her soft right hand. She began to lick the long tube as if it were a lollipop, her tongue twirling around the base, her teeth catching the few pubic hairs. Timmy seemed to like that just fine, staring down at the woman as if amazed by her powers of sexual stimulation.
Then Carla started to work on the boy's balls, first licking the vulnerable orbs, then stuffing them directly into her gaping mouth. She dandled and licked and sucked her lover's scrotum until it too was coated with saliva. All the while Timmy's cock pushed against her cheeks, covering Carla with her own saliva, a reminder that she hadn't yet been able to make him come.
A few moments later, Carla went back to work on the throbbing organ which now represented a challenge to her femininity. Timmy was the most appealing of her lovers, younger, more commanding, smarter than his competition. Her cunt was watering copiously as Carla brought the boy to verge of fulfillment.
She kept the head of Timmy's prick between her lips, confining herself for the while to that most sensitive part of a man's sexual apparatus. Timmy seemed harder than ever then, his prick like oak, unbending in her caressing mouth. Carla could feel the blood coursing through his penile veins, knew it would not be long before her mouth was awash with cum.
Timmy moved faster and faster, lifting himself off the couch, his prick going ever deeper into Carla's foreshortened mouth. He stopped moving suddenly and without warning, holding Carla roughly by the nape of the neck, spewing his juices directly into the woman's waiting and greedy mouth.
Carla drank down the juices as quickly as they were produced, thrilling to the sharp saline taste, knowing that she had been the first woman lucky enough to get a mouthful of the boy's semen. Timmy pulled his prick out while it was still spurting, wanting to watch his orgasm, delighted to see a thick stream of come spatter all over Carla's lovely, sophisticated face.
"Your first blow job," Jeffrey Barnes announced a few seconds later, sounding as if he were talking of some athletic trophy or scholastic accolade. "But don't stop with that. You can see Carla's dying to fuck you. Go ahead and give it to her."
"Yes, you can fuck me if you want, darling," Carla finally dared to utter. "Anything you want-my asshole, my cunt-anything at all. I want you so fucking bad, Timmy."
Timmy stared at the woman with undisguised contempt. He had heard enough from his father to know that she was a nympho, a woman who would take anything and love it. Now she was literally begging on her knees for fucking. It was flattering and disgusting at the same time, intensely stimulating as well.
Timmy decided to fuck the woman on the soft yielding rug, figuring that the couch would cramp his movements. He ordered Carla to lay down on her back and the woman obeyed with alacrity. Timmy was being nicer now, almost solicitous, evidently feeling an emotional bond after the way she had sucked him off. That meant they would fuck successfully, she figured.
"It's easy to do," Carla stated, looking at the boy's erect penis. "Just get right on top of me and I'll help you. I'll show you just where to put your big, beautiful thing."
"I can do it myself, you stupid bitch," Timmy answered, the words bit off as they left his thin lips. "I may be a virgin, but I can figure out a few things. Just shut your stupid mouth and remember that you want it more than I do. I can go to any whore, but it's not so easy for you to find a young boy."
Once again it was all Carla could do to hold back the tears that began to well up in her almond-shaped, blue eyes. She spread her legs a little wider and decided to say nothing further to the cruel boy. She would let him fuck her and undoubtedly respond to the feel of his healthy young cock but this time she was going to give none of her emotional substance to her lover.
Timmy leaped from the couch, positioning himself between Carla's smooth white thighs as if he had done it a thousand times before. His big prick was bumping against Carla's thighs and the desperately horny woman reached down, gripping it tightly and aiming the spear directly into her hungry vulva.
Timmy seemed even bigger now, his cock filling her to capacity. The boy began to move as soon as he had entered Carla, drawing his prick out so that the tip was resting against her clitoris, then introducing it again, taking a full ten seconds to bury his six inches. Carla thought she would go out of her mind with frustration, hoping against hope that the boy would hurry and fuck her properly.
"That's right, Timmy," Mr. Barnes encouraged his son. "Shove it into her as hard as you want. She can take, it, she likes it hard and rough. Go on, scum her up a little."
Carla felt the boy starting to fuck her harder, his prick domineering and masterful. It was wonderful to feel his hot breath panting on her neck, his hands gripping her by the hips. Yes, the boy was really into it now, loving every minute of it, turning her on as well as himself.
He raised himself up onto outstretched palms, concentrating his slight weight, bearing down harder on Carla's pelvis and pussy. The woman greeted him eagerly, squeezing well used cunt muscles around the boy's muscular shaft. She was going to come before he did, despite the fact that Timmy wasn't trying to turn her on. The mere feeling and sight of the fourteen-year-old boy was enough to send Carla into paroxysms of lust.
Carla stopped moving, knowing that Timmy wanted her completely passive for a while. Her orgasm was imminent, and Carla wasn't sure that the boy would approve of it, concerned as he was with his own pleasure alone. Still, there was nothing she could do to alter the course of nature. Her body's demands could be neither changed nor ignored.
Carla held her breath at the onset of her orgasm, stifling her usual cries of passion. Timmy watched her from above, as dispassionate as before, obviously understanding what was happening to the woman. His prick remained stationary for the full duration of Carla's incredibly powerful climax.
Sweat poured off Carla's lovely face as she celebrated her orgasm, her cunt closing down tighter than ever on the young cock that had filled it so well. Still, Carla moved no other part of her body, seeing that Timmy was watching her closely, intrigued by his ability to make the woman moan with lust. By that point, Carla did not care who was fucking her, as long as he did not withdraw his prick, allowed her to run the course of passion.
Timmy smiled down at the woman, evidently proud of his ability as a cocksman. His first sexual experience and the woman was already begging him for more, moving again despite her fatigue, meeting his every stroke with her up-thrust hips. The young boy started to fuck faster, enjoying himself, knowing that his father was still watching every move.
A few moments later Carla wanted more from Timmy, wanted to feel his cock in her asshole as well as cunt. However, she did not dare to suggest it to the tyrannical lad, hoping that he would come up with it out of his own imagination.
Carla looked down at her lover's cock, which now seemed to be harder and tauter than ever. Veins stood out on its shiny surface and the wand had turned a dark purple in color. Otherwise, Timmy seemed unmoved by the experience, his face a stony mask of ill-concealed contempt.
Becoming more bold in her advances, Carla wrapped her arms around the boy's slender white back, clutching him tightly, making it impossible for Timmy to move. Slowly she slid her lovely, sensitive hands down the boy's back, until they were resting on his thin hard buttocks, her index finger reaming out Timmy's dry little asshole.
The boy stiffened momentarily, but then smiled at Carla, picking up on the hint almost immediately. He pulled his prick from Carla's pussy and then looked up to his father for guidance, not sure what he was supposed to do with the woman next.
"Turn her over and fuck her up the ass," Barnes stated in a level tone of voice. "I know she likes it that way, and you might as well learn, too. Go ahead, it's the easiest thing in the world. I've done it to her myself."
Carla helped her lover, turning over onto all fours on the thick carpet. Her asshole was prominent, sticking out from between her fleshy thighs, pink and inviting. Timmy crouched behind the beautiful woman, his cock held stiff in his right hand against the opening of her asshole. He was ready to explore the third of Carla's luscious orifices.
Once again Carla felt ashamed of the way she was being used. Timmy cared nothing about her, thought of Carla as nothing more than a receptacle for his lust. But that didn't matter as long as he fucked her. Carla knew that she was well past the point of resistance now that she had had her first orgasm.
Carla felt the large prick bending as it was forced into her moist asshole. Her own pussy juice served as a lubricant, making it easy for Carla to weather the lunges of her young and merciless lover. It felt wonderful to feel the boy's cock working its way ineluctably into her bunghole.
Carla moved with her lover as soon as the huge hairless prick had been inserted halfway into her body. Timmy seemed nervous and unsure of himself at first, despite the clinging feel of Carla's asshole. A few minutes later he seemed to decide that he was going to enjoy himself, to empty his balls into the woman's waiting anal channel. He reached around Carla's body and began to fondle the woman's tits, which were practically touching the rug in the position Carla had assumed. She sighed as she felt Timmy's hands squeezing down on her nipples once again. Maybe this time she would be able to come with her lover, teach the young boy even more about the pleasures of sex.
The two lovers were welded together in a bond of shared passion. Carla moved closer to her young lover, digging her soft buttocks into the boy's narrow midsection, trying to pull more of his cock into her body. Her head was bouncing up and down with the effort of being cornholed but the woman didn't rest for a second, not until the boy was ready to fly.
Timmy withdrew his prick part way, wanting to watch the heavy organ sliding in and out of its new home. It was fascinating to be able to fuck the woman's asshole, to shove his prick into such a narrow aperture. More amazing was the way Carla was reacting to his strokes, digging every minute of it, willing to take anything her lover wanted to dish out.
Carla tried to use her anal muscles to draw the heavy cock back into her body. She was so close to orgasm that it was painful to have the boy fucking her so slowly and dispassionately. She worked hard and soon Carla's efforts were crowned with success. The boy leaned his body forward and she could feel all six inches being inserted back into her hungry bunghole.
Just as before, Carla moved with her lover, trying to establish some sort of common rhythm. Timmy was turning her on better than any of his predecessors and she wanted to reach the boy on a personal level, explain things to him with the passionate gyrations of her magnificent, lusting body.
For a few more minutes they seemed to be on the same wavelength. Carla was able to stop moving, to sit back and feel the boy working his prick into her asshole with tender loving care. He seemed more at peace with himself at that point, actually caressing her thighs and buttocks. It seemed that she had tamed the beast, reached the cold-blooded young boy at last.
A few seconds later, Carla knew that she had judged the boy wrongly. She could feel him moving closer and closer to the point of release, his prick throbbing within her. That caused Carla's passion to peak. She was almost ready to come when the boy pulled his prick out, suddenly and without explanation.
Before she knew what was happening, the boy was standing directly in front of Carla, his prick held firmly in hand. He shoved the dripping wet organ between Carla's lips, his desires clear and unmistakable. The boy had merely been toying with Carla, preferred her mouth to her asshole, did not care that he had left the woman high and dry just before her orgasm.
Carla opened her lips with a feeling of betrayal and disappointment. The boy's prick bucked and jerked in her mouth, forcing itself into the back of Carla's throat. Carla could taste her own cunt and asshole on the heavy scepter, but that didn't bother her as much as the boy's complete lack of sympathy for herself and her desires.
A few seconds later Timmy shot his load into Carla's mouth for the second time in a hour. Carla licked and sucked at the lad's prick and then received her reward, a veritable ocean of come flooding between her lips, filling Carla's mouth to capacity as she struggled to swallow it to the last drop.
Timmy kept his prick in Carla's mouth that had pleased him so well. A few seconds later he realized that it was all over, that he had got everything he could ask for from the submissive woman.
"I guess we ought to go now, Dad," Timmy commented, getting slowly to his feet. "You can fuck her if you want, but I'd rather go home. I have to get up for school in the morning."
Mr. Barnes looked from his son to Carla and then back again, not knowing what to say. He had been turned on watching them fuck, but it was obvious that his son didn't want to share Carla, at least not at the present time. Mr. Barnes shrugged his shoulders as he watched Timmy dress, knowing that he should say something to Carla before they left.
However, there was very little to say. Carla had remained on the rug, her face blushing furiously, her emotions rubbed raw. She had loved Timmy so well, had expected so much from the boy. They were perfectly matched lovers but he had let her down, had showed that he cared about nothing but his own pleasure. For the second time in her life Carla felt mastered and ill-used by a man.
Later that night Carla was able to get to sleep, knowing that she would never forget Timmy, no matter how many other boys she managed to fuck. He had her number all right, but it seemed unlikely she would ever see him again. The boy had left without kissing her or even saying good-bye. It was best to resign herself to doing without the handsome lad.
CHAPTER TEN
Exactly one week later, Carla lay naked on the couch, watching John Hiller and Wendy fucking on her living room floor. Things had gone pretty much as she had expected. There was no word from Timmy Barnes, and Carla had tried to console herself with an endless round of orgies with her other young lovers, just as she was doing at that very moment.
She had confronted Jeffrey Barnes in the man's office but had gotten little for her troubles but an apology. The man understood his son as little as Carla did, could not explain why he had been so cold and cruel to the woman. Jeffrey had offered to take up where his son had left off, but Carla had laughed in his face, knowing she was no longer subject to blackmail.
Mr. Barnes wasn't likely to fire her now, no matter how much fucking around she did at the office. Arturo had been given free rein, allowed to come in and fool around at any time during the morning or afternoon. The funny thing was that nobody else in the office seemed to sense what was going on right under their unseeing eyes.
Carla had kept in touch with her other lovers as well, seeing them individually as well as in couples. Charlie Foster had paid a visit the previous night, and then John and Bobby had shown up soon after his departure. Wendy, too, had done all she could to soothe the heartbroken woman, but Carla seemed beyond consolation, lost in a world of her own.
Sometimes Carla was able to forget her heartless lover completely. Her sexuality had not really changed and it was easy for her young lovers to turn the woman on, to arouse her to new peaks of frantic sexual activity. At other times, even in the midst of her passion, Carla could see the boy's face clearly, could remember everything they had done together.
Carla had tried to put her problems into perspective, seeing herself as objectively as possible. She had decided not to fight her sexual drives any longer, but that meant she still desired Timmy, the most stimulating of her lovers, the youngest and most vulnerable of all. Thus, she found herself in a bind, relieved only by a ceaseless round of sexual activity.
This particular evening, a Thursday, had started rather well. John and Bobby and Wendy had called her from the discotheque, immediately realizing that Carla was in a bad mood and needed their company. They had arrived less than an hour later, bringing a bottle of gin and an ounce of grass, immediately starting an impromptu party in Carla's living room.
Unfortunately, Bobby had left early, too depressed by Carla to hang around for long. She had made the best of things with Wendy and John but soon lost enthusiasm for sex, preferring to sit quietly on her sofa, a drink in hand, watching the other couple go through their paces on the floor.
They were putting on a pretty good show, Carla decided, having fair success in taking her mind off her troubles. First they had sixty-nined before Carla's staring eyes, knowing that the woman was watching them, exaggerating their movements but enjoying each other's attentions nonetheless.
Then Wendy had turned over to her hands and knees, allowing John to fuck her from behind. The boy wad dividing his strokes between cunt and asshole, his stiff prick nowhere near ready to shoot its load. The lad had come twice already that evening and knew that he could hold out almost indefinitely.
Carla watched for as long as she could stand it and then decided that she might as well get in on the fun. She brought out a small footstool and placed it in front of Wendy's lowered body, sitting down so that her own naked pussy was staring Wendy directly in the eye.
Wendy picked up on the hint immediately. She would have preferred to finish fucking John before getting into a scene with Carla but she knew that she had to be good to the confused woman, deny her nothing. Wendy craned her slender neck forward, her tongue making quick contact with Carla's pussy.
Carla sighed with lust as she felt the familiar tongue invading her body. She was drunk and stoned now, almost able to forget her problems. Wendy's tongue brushed against her sensitive clitoris and then Carla felt whole again, felt her body beginning to react in its usual passionate manner.
John couldn't have been more pleased with the new situation. It was possible for him to fuck Wendy and watch her eat out the other woman's pussy simultaneously. The two of them were working him into a state of exhaustion but he was having far too good a time to care.
John shoved his prick deep into Wendy's pussy, so that he could almost stretch his arm out and fondle Carla's lovely tits. His cock was throbbing from within but the boy was still not ready to fire his wad. No, he preferred Carla over Wendy and hoped that he would have a chance to empty his balls into one of the luscious blonde's irresistible orifices.
Carla leaned forward, forcing Wendy's tongue deeper into her pussy. She could feel her clitoris rubbing against the woman's face while Wendy's tongue did its work well, hollowing her from within, driving Carla half out of her mind with lust. It was still early in the evening, but Carla felt as if she could go on all night, until collapsing from exhaustion.
She began to fondle her own tits, cupping her hands over the large spheres and manipulating the pink nipples until they had hardened and turned a dark red color. Her ass bounced up and down on the small footstool at the same time her strong vaginal sphincter locked itself around Wendy's tongue.
Eventually it became too much for Wendy to take. She loved making it with Carla, but it was impossible to concentrate with John's big prick probing her from behind. Wendy disengaged her limbs gingerly, sliding her cunt away from John and her face from Carla's dripping pussy.
"You two fuck for a while," Wendy announced, struggling to her feet. "I just can't take it anymore. Go on, Carla, I don't mind at all. It'll do you some good, for sure."
Carla needed no such encouragement to get her to put out for the handsome young stud. She lay down flat on her back on the soft carpet and waited for John to approach her. John knew the woman didn't want anything fancy or subtle, needed him to fuck her hard and fast. His prick was still stiff as a bar of structural steel, ready to serve Carla's every wish.
He crouched before the supine woman and wedged his head between Carla's thighs, taking over where Wendy had left off. Carla sighed with relief, twining her fingers in the boy's long silky hair, encouraging him to bring her to orgasm. Her body was as sensitive as ever, even at the brief moments when Timmy's face would appear unbidden in her mind's eye.
John's tongue slid directly into the breach, covering every available inch of Carla's sweet pussy. His mouth worked double time, his lips closing over the woman's clitoris, his teeth occasionally biting into that sensitive gland. Carla lay back and closed her eyes, finally able to forget everything but ebb and flow of her own bodily desires.
All the while, Wendy remained on the couch, watching the other couple in desultory fashion. It had been fun to make it with John and Carla together but now she really needed a rest. Carla was fighting a losing battle as far as Wendy could tell. There was no way she was going to forget that Barnes boy, no matter how many other young men she saw fit to fuck.
Soon John tired of eating out Carla's pussy, deciding that it would be more fun to fuck the woman. He removed his head from Carla's loins, gently disengaging the woman's clutching fingers. Carla stared up at him in confusion but John smiled at the woman, holding his stiff prick in his strong right hand and guiding it slowly and surely into Carla's waiting pussy.
John began to fuck the woman furiously as soon as he had entered her dripping cunt. His prick had wilted somewhat while he was eating Carla's wet twat, but he knew that his virility wasn't going to flag. No, it was always a treat to fuck a gorgeous woman like Carla, to feel her tight cunt muscles contracting violently around his probing prick.
"Yeah, that's it," Carla moaned, pulling the hair out of her eyes. "Keep fucking me like that, and I'll come all over you. It feels so good to have that big prick inside me."
John ignored the woman's hypnotically chanted words, knowing that Carla would get her jollies sooner or later. He was more concerned with his own pleasure, feeling the come start to gather deep inside his balls. A few more minutes of heavy fucking and he would at last be able to take a break.
John slowed down a little, finding that his breath was coming hard and fast. Carla was still moving, though, digging her ass into the carpet, refusing to slow down for a minute. Her cunt had John's prick trapped, refusing to let the boy withdraw for a second. John lay his body on top of Carla, letting his muscles sag, gathering his forces for the final explosion.
However, it was Carla who was the first to come. For the third time that night she felt her muscles tighten and then relax spasmodically as the familiar sensation of fulfillment invaded her voluptuous body. Carla stifled the cry of lust that rose to her lips, but her body began to thrash and squirm, telling John that he had satisfied the woman completely.
Able to concentrate more on his own pleasure, John withdrew his prick partway from Carla's relaxed pussy, noting that the long shaft was sticky with cunt honey. He used only the head of his prick to fuck Carla, wriggling the spongy crown around in all directions, feeling his passion rise anew.
Wendy watched the couple with growing interest, laying down her empty cocktail glass. It was relaxing to witness her friends getting their rocks off after she herself had been so recently satiated with lust. John was doing a good job with Carla, turning the woman on all over again.
His prick slid back into Carla's pussy and then the lad reached down below the woman's ass, lifting it part way off the soft carpet. He held Carla's buttocks firmly, working one finger into the luscious tiny asshole, moving closer and closer to the consummation of his burning passion.
Just as the boy started his orgasm, his body pressed against Carla's ample chest, Wendy heard a quiet knock at the door. She got up quietly, not wanting to disturb the lovers but disappointed to miss the end of their bout of love. She could hear John breathing heavily as she approached the door. Wendy pulled Carla's bathrobe around her body, wondering if Bobby had returned or if some stranger had come to disturb them.
A well-dressed boy stood in the doorway, his hands clasped before him, a strange expression on his effeminate face. He seemed surprised to see Wendy rather than Carla, but the woman took Timmy by the hand and led him into the living room. It hadn't taken long for Wendy to guess the identity of the newcomer, although she wasn't sure it was a good idea for him to have come.
Timmy walked slowly into the large living room, just as John had finished his orgasm, lying on top of Carla, his head buried in the woman's tits. The young turned paler than ever, shocked to see the orgy that had just transpired. For the next half-minute Carla remained unaware of his presence.
Finally Carla looked up, feeling that there was somebody new in her apartment. She gasped when she saw Timmy, quickly pushing John off her body, ignoring the stream of come that trickled down her shapely thighs as she leaped to her feet, Carla stared at the young boy, unable to say a word, trying to sort out the frantic thoughts that raced through her mind.
"John, Wendy," she said, as soon as her head had cleared. "I'm sorry to do this, but I wish you would leave. We have a lot of things to talk about and we have to do it in privacy."
John stared at the woman, still having no idea of the younger boy's identity. It seemed a shame to leave just when the party was getting good, but Wendy was holding him firmly by the elbow, leading the lad to his clothing. John dressed quickly, watching as Carla confronted her youngest lover, hoping that Wendy would explain the situation to him after they left.
Five minutes later Carla found herself alone with Timmy. She sat naked on the couch, watching the boy stand before her with his eyes lowered, trying to think of something to say. Timmy seemed handsomer than ever, his face clouded with private thought, his eyes burning intensely.
"I had to come back," He finally stuttered, unclasping his weak, effeminate hands. "I've been thinking about you since that night last week. I had to come back, Carla."
"I guess you want me to put out for you again," Carla answered, trying to control her emotions and protect herself from the heartless boy. "I should have expected that."
Timmy moved closer to the voluptuous woman, finally getting up the courage to slump onto the couch beside her. He had indeed been obsessed with the woman he had mistreated, had been unable to think of anything else since their first meeting. It had taken a good deal of courage to visit Carla again, not telling his father of his plans and intentions.
"I'm sorry, Carla, really I am," Timmy continued, his voice weak and shaky. "I know I treated you bad, but maybe I can make it up to you somehow."
Carla stared at the boy closely, still unable to believe his intentions. It seemed impossible for him to have gone through a transformation, but the boy was obviously sincere. There was no reason for him to come back to her otherwise. Just as he had said the first time, there were dozens of women who would have been willing to put out for him.
Timmy stretched out his arm timidly, wrapping it around Carla's warm soft shoulders. The woman looked more beautiful than ever, despite the aroma of sexual consummation that emanated from her magnificent body. There was really nothing more to be said. He had placed his fate in the woman's hands, and it was up to Carla to accept or reject him.
For a few brief seconds Carla flirted with the idea of throwing Timmy out of her house. However, staring at the boy, she could not help feeling sorry for him. Timmy was only a child, had no idea of how badly he had hurt her. Now he had come back to apologize and she had to take him at his word.
"Take off your clothing, Timmy," Carla stated suddenly in a husky voice. "Prove that you're sorry to me; show me how much you love me. You can do it, Timmy."
Timmy stared at the tall blonde woman, not knowing what to do. He began to undo his clothing, slowly at first but then with greater self-assurance. It seemed that the woman was going to give him the benefit of the doubt, put out for him once again. Soon he stood naked before Carla, his prick already filling with blood, swelling into erection.
"Eat my pussy," Carla commanded, lying back on the couch and spreading her thighs wide. "Eat me until I come."
"But you were just fucking the other guy," Timmy protested. "I can't do that; I've never done it before."
Carla stared at the confused boy without mercy. He had treated her badly and she had shown him how to make amends. Her bright blue eyes burned into Timmy's, telling the lad exactly what to do. Soon Timmy dropped to his knees before Carla, ready to do whatever was asked of him.
He held the woman's ivory thighs apart with slender fingers, seeing that Carla's pussy was still wet and accessible. The labia glinted moistly before his eyes, the clitoris distended and filled with blood. It was the first time in his young life that Timmy Barnes had been in that position, on his knees before a woman, getting ready to eat out her twat.
He closed his eyes and protruded his tongue slightly, feeling the thick pink organ come into contact with the edge of Carla's dripping labia. The woman sighed with relief as Timmy's tongue entered her pussy. Yes, she was calm now, accustomed to the boy's unexpected presence. It looked like things were going to work out far better than she had dared to anticipate.
Timmy went to work with a vengeance, immediately getting over his fear of the new sexual practice. He found Carla's cunt to be moist and tempting, the come running into his mouth and dripping onto his chiseled chin. His tongue was inexperienced and clumsy at first but soon the intelligent lad had learned exactly how to drive Carla half insane with lust.
He worked on the woman's tiny pink clitoris, sucking the organ between his lips and tickling it with the tip of his tongue. Carla reached down and held the boy's head in place, delighted with Timmy, wanting to show her appreciation by spilling a load of cunt honey into his waiting mouth.
Carla started to relax as she got used to having Timmy's tongue buried deep into her hungry twat. She did not feel anger towards the boy any longer, nor any sense of triumph. No, he was going to dominate her again, just as he had done the first time and that was just as things were supposed to be. In the meantime, it was a pleasure to have the boy's tongue and lips working hard, driving her to sexual fulfillment.
Timmy removed his tongue from Carla's clitoris, inserting it as far as it would go into her lush moist pussy. Carla let go of the boy's head, knowing that Timmy wouldn't let her down. He wanted her orgasm as much as Carla did, would do anything to please the woman he had hurt so badly.
He closed his mouth around Carla's labia, sucking in the spongy flesh, still working the tip of his tongue deeper into her welcoming vulva. Carla sighed with relief, feeling herself being brought to orgasm in record time. Just a few more strokes of that agile tongue and she would be over the verge.
Carla looked down at her young lover, examining Timmy intently. The boy seemed incredibly young, with not a strand of hair on his slender body. His thin lips were still surrounding her pussy but his eyes were open now. Timmy met Carla's gaze for a moment and then returned to his labors, seeming to sense that the woman was almost ready for climax.
He slid his tongue into the breach and then withdrew it slightly, working only on the sensitive opening of Carla's chalice. His tongue darted in and out, moving from side to side, refusing to allow the woman a moment of peace. He wanted Carla to come in his mouth now, could feel his prick getting hard from anticipation.
Carla held her breath as she felt her orgasm coming on strong. Her legs closed spasmodically around her young lover's head and then the torrent was let loose. One contraction followed another until Carla had been drained completely, her eyes staring straight before her, her thick come juices pouring over the face of her dedicated young lover.
"That was beautiful," she told Timmy, helping the young man to his feet. "I knew you could do it for me if you really wanted to. Come into the bedroom now. I think it's time for us to fuck."
Timmy did not say a word, placing his fate in Carla's hands, knowing that the woman would not let him down. He still felt freaky being back in her apartment, could still remember fucking the woman under his father's watchful eyes. It was going to be different this time, he knew. They were all alone, could make love to each other without inhibition.
Stark naked Carla reclined on the bed, waiting for her lover to join her. Timmy experienced a moment of fear but Carla's smiling eyes told him there was nothing to worry about. He lay down beside Carla and smiled as he felt the woman starting to work on his cock. Yes, it was going to be good this time, better than anything he had done in his whole life.
Carla stroked his heavy hairless prick, delighted to be with Timmy again. The scepter sprang to life in her talented hands, as hard and firm as she remembered it. There was no way Carla could prevent herself from sucking that magnificent organ. It was something that simply had to be done.
Carla inclined her head, keeping her right hand gripped around the base of Timmy's tumid rod. Her lips closed down around the soft purple head of the thick rod, nibbling and licking and dandling the most sensitive part of his sexual apparatus. The boy remained silent and motionless for a few seconds, afraid to break the spell that had enveloped them.
Carla quickly lowered her head further down onto the rigid cock, taking in the full six inches. Her throat was bulging, overloaded with cock, but the woman refused to slow down for a second. Timmy was entirely irresistible, the only man she had ever known who could turn her on so intensely.
Her head bounced up and down on the thick member until Carla decided that she would rather fuck than blow the virile young man. It was still fairly early in the evening, and she knew that Timmy was capable of climax after climax. There would be plenty of time for oral and anal sex, but not until they had fucked in the traditional manner.
Timmy was disappointed to feel the woman's lips and tongue move away from his penis, but not for long. Carla turned over onto her hands and knees on the bed, inviting him to fuck her without saying a word. It was easy for Tim to hold his prick in his right hand, guiding it directly into the hole he had so recently lubricated with his lips and tongue.
His prick fit in effortlessly, causing Carla to moan with complete satisfaction. It would have been nice to look into her lover's eyes as they fucked but Timmy didn't seem up to that yet. He was more relaxed fucking her from behind and the boy's comfort was now foremost in Carla's mind.
Carla started to move immediately, shoving her ass against her handsome lover's midsection, jiggling his prick within her box. She clamped down with her vaginal sphincter, making it almost impossible for Timmy to move. Still, the lad used slow circular motions, his cock rotating from within.
Eventually Carla loosened up, realizing that her lover's cock was going to stay hard regardless of her activities. Timmy was asserting himself once again, rocking back onto his heels and then shooting his prick into her cunt as hard as he could manage. It was surprising that the boy had such good control of his sexuality but Carla soon learned to accept that fact.
The boy reached around and began to fondle Carla's tits, caressing the heavy globes rather than studying them with scientific detachment as he had done the first time around. His hands were gentle and insinuating, causing Carla to respond by reaching back for his balls, contorting her body to create maximum contact with her virile young lover.
Timmy removed his prick from Carla's cunt, deciding that he was now capable of fucking the woman properly. Without being told what to do, Carla rolled over, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, examining her lover's erect cock with undisguised delight. It was going to be even better, she knew, better than any fuck she had ever received.
Timmy leaped on top of the woman, his cock aimed directly at her gaping cunt. The thick weapon slid in as if guided by radar and then he was fucking Carla again, causing the woman to groan with passion. The boy knew that he was going to come soon but this time they would have to do it together. It was the only proper way to consummate his newfound love.
Carla was of the same mind, no longer moving, allowing her young lover to regroup his forces. Her own orgasm would not be far off but Carla felt capable of prolonging the process, holding herself back until Timmy was ready to join her. Their bodies were close again, her tits rubbing repeatedly, maddeningly against the boy's slender, birdlike torso.
Timmy began to hump the woman again, his cock almost too thick for her tightened channel. It was hard going for awhile to prevent premature ejaculation but soon the lad found a new source of strength within himself. His strokes became long and probing, sliding moistly in and out of the woman's twat. Just a few more moments and they would both be ready.
Then it started to happen, both lovers overcome with a searing passion. Carla let out a cry of surprise, feeling her cunt contracting again around the prick that had filled it so well. Her contractions triggered a similar response in Timmy, who shoved his prick in and then stopped moving, feeling the come shooting out of his cock with tremendous violence.
Their two bodies shook and quivered, moving from side to side on the soft double bed. Carla felt a series of contractions of incredible magnitude, shaking every inch of her over stimulated body. It seemed that Timmy was filling her with come, his prick still spurting after her own orgasm had slowly waned.
The two lovers lay on the bed together for the next ten minutes, not a sound passing between them. Carla felt thirsty and tired, but it was a pleasant fatigue, allowing her to relax in a way that was new to her experience. Timmy had shown her the way, had exorcised the ghost of her sexual past. He and her other young lovers made a new woman of Carla, a passionate uninhibited person, capable of complete sexuality.
A few minutes later Carla smiled openly, feeling her lover's prick harden as it pressed against her parted buttocks. Timmy was ready again, turned on by her presence. They were all alone and nothing was going to stop Carla from making up for so many years of sexual neglect. She rolled over and kissed her young lover, ready for anything.
