The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all corners, males and females alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Carol Johnson is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a perverse desire for swinging lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
WILD NEIGHBORLY WIFE -- a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Carol had just hung up on Hyatt, her husband, when the doorbell rang.
"Just a minute!" she shouted, trying not to sound angry. She was angry, though -- not angry at whoever was at the door, but angry at Hyatt.
It was their fifteenth wedding anniversary, and Hyatt had completely forgotten it. Not only that, but he didn't know when he'd get home tonight from the office. He had a lot of work to finish before he could leave, he claimed.
Carol hadn't mentioned to him the candlelight dinner she'd spent all afternoon preparing, nor had she mentioned the black, see through negligee she was wearing, with nothing on underneath, the negligee that had in the early days of their marriage provoked him to jump on her like a randy animal whenever she wore it for him.
Why bother to say anything! He had completely forgotten their wedding anniversary this year -- again! -- and if she mentioned the fact to him, he would simply have told her that he was sorry, but he had a lot on his mind, and business was business, after all. And if she expected to be able to put dinners on the table in the future, or to buy fancy clothes and furniture, then she must learn not to get upset about his staying late at the office once in a while.
He'd been giving her those same lines for years. He was hopeless! Absolutely hopeless!
As she ran up the stairs to find her robe, the doorbell rang again, and she shouted loudly that she'd be right there. Despite her hurry, she paused a few seconds in front of her bedroom mirror to admire her large, but shapely tits and her slender waistline, which showed seductively through her gauzy negligee.
She'd kept herself in great shape for Hyatt. She surely had. But the man had no appreciation of her efforts to maintain her figure. How could he? In his mania for business and his quest for more and more money, he had let his own body go completely. They already had more money stashed in the bank than they'd ever be able to use, but Hyatt acted as if they were perpetually on the verge of poverty. His work had become everything to him. The only thing that gave him a hard-on anymore was the closing of a successful business deal.
The doorbell rang a third time as Carol ran barefoot down the stairs, tying her robe as she descended. There were a few impatient knocks on the door.
"Coming! Coming!"
As she yanked open the front door, she found Fritz, stepping down off the front porch to leave. When he heard the door open, he turned back.
"I didn't think anybody was home," he said. "I'm collecting again."
"Oh Fritz, I am sorry, but my husband still hasn't arrived home and I still don't have any cash in the house. I wish I'd told you to come back tomorrow instead. I'm so used to credit cards, you know, I hardly know what cash looks like anymore."
The teen's disappointment was evident despite his attempt at a smile. "I guess I'll come back tomorrow, then."
"I really am sorry, dear. I should have run oft to the bank after you stopped in earlier, but I really did expect my husband home sooner than this."
"No big deal," he said. "I just won't have fries with my Whopper tonight."
"You mean you were counting on collecting from me so you could buy your dinner?"
"Sort of."
"Oh, I am sorry -- really." She thought for a moment. "Listen, I'm going to make it up to you. I want you to step inside this door right now and have a seat at my table. I won't have a growing teen like you starving just because I can't get my act together. I have a whole dinner prepared in here and going to waste."
The teen didn't argue. He stepped right in. He ate as if he hadn't tasted food for a week, seated at the opposite end of the table from Carol and chomping loudly. Juice from the roast beef trickled down his chin. It had been years since anybody had really appreciated a meal Carol had prepared, and she almost forgot the food on her own plate as she sat there watching him, a pleased smile on her face.
He had a cute handsomeness about him, with his bushy, reddish-brown hair, his brown eyes and freckles. Shorts and a red tanktop fit his body like skin. A few bare toes showed through a hole in one of his sneakers. She knew he was a student at the local high school.
"So, how's school?" Carol said.
"Great, now that it's out for the summer. Great food, Mrs. Johnson."
"Thank you, darling, but do call me Carol. Mrs. makes me feel old."
"You don't look old to me," the teen said. "You look just right."
"Why, thank you, Fritz. You certainly know how to flatter a woman. I'll bet you're quite the lady's man. Do you have a lot of girlfriends?"
"Nah -- not yet, anyway."
"No! I don't believe it, a good-looking guy like you! If I were a girl your age, I'd be climbing all over you."
The teen grinned lecherously. "Too bad you're not my age." He mumbled the words as if to himself, but loud enough so Carol could hear them. He stuffed a slice of roast beef in his mouth.
Yes, it is too bad, Carol thought, then forced a wicked idea immediately out of her mind. What was coming over her? He was only a teenaged guy with freckles, and she was a married woman pushing forty. How could she have imagined what had monetarily crossed her mind?
As the meal went on, Carol took only token nibbles at her food, and each time the teen glanced up and caught her looking at him, she flushed with embarrassment and immediately looked away. She couldn't believe she was feeling this way, didn't want to feel this way, but she didn't know how to make herself feel any different. Her imagination was running out of control.
As she worked her naked thighs together under her negligee and robe, itchiness and heat pulsed through her pussy.
She was tying to imagine what the teen's cock looked like. It couldn't be very large, not on a teen so skinny and short. She was sure his cock couldn't be very large, but she was positive it could get hard, very hard, and hot. She imagined his prick sliding between her pussylips, searing her wet fuckmeat.
The teen smiled at her, as if he knew what she was thinking. She looked away, flustered.
She hadn't experienced her first sex until college. Before meeting Hyatt in her senior year of college and pledging herself to him, she had fucked maybe a half dozen college men, no more. She'd seen maybe seven cocks in her entire life, all on mature men.
The teen belched. He licked the grease off his fingers, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "That was great."
"Thank you," Carol said, more amused than annoyed by the teen's table manners. "I enjoyed watching you eat. Now, how would you like an after-dinner drink? A glass of wine, maybe?"
His enthusiasm made her laugh. He was so much more alive than Hyatt. Compared to this teen, Hyatt was a walking dead man.
She took him into the living room and told him to make himself comfortable. When she returned with the wine, he had his legs stretched out along the couch and his shoes off. His hands were clasped behind his head, revealing a few sprigs of hair under his arms.
"Here you are, darling. There's plenty more where that came from, so don't be shy about drinking."
She sat next to him as he drank, her right thigh resting against the bottoms of his bare feet. His Adam's apple bobbed, and almost before he'd begun drinking he was smacking his lips and holding up his glass for more.
"Already?" she said. "My, you are a connoisseur of the spirits!"
"It's good," he said, and he downed his second glass as rapidly as the first.
"Wow!" he said, shaking his head in a wobbly way. "I'm a little dizzy." He held up his glass.
"Sip it more slowly this time," Carol said, tipping the bottle.
He didn't. The wine ran down his throat in three swallows.
"It sure is getting hot in here," he said, setting his empty glass down on the end table. His words were slightly slurred. "I'm starting to sweat."
"Feel free to take off your shirt," Carol said.
"If you think it will cool you off any."
The teen wasn't the only one who was hot Carol was steaming under her robe and negligee from the heat that rose up from her cunt. As her pussylips swelled, they felt as if they'd been glued together with molten paraffin. Her tits felt swollen too, her nipples on fire.
The teen peeled off his tanktop and tossed it on the floor.
"My, look at those muscles!" Carol said.
"Comes from lugging newspapers around the whole fucking town every day." The teen flexed his right bicep.
"Ooooh!" Carol reached over to feel the round muscle. "It's so hard!"
The teen giggled. "Yeah, it's real hard -- real, real hard." He yawned. His eyelids had become puffy and drooping, and suddenly they closed.
"I hope you're not falling asleep on me," Carol said.
"Nah," the teen said, but his eyes stayed closed and he appeared to be slowly sinking into the couch.
"Would you mind if I remove my robe?" Carol said. "I'm starting to feel a little warm, myself."
The teen's eyes opened halfway. "Go ahead."
Fighting the effects of the wine, he gazed zombie-like as Carol laid her robe open and let it drop off her shoulders.
"That feels so much better!" Carol said. She picked up his feet and dropped them in her lap.
He gazed through her negligee, at her tits, at her navel, and she began to massage his feet. His heel rested against her cunt.
"You okay, darling?"
"I feel great," the teens said, wiggling his toes. The tip of his tongue flicked between his lips. The cock-bulge in his shorts throbbed visibly.
"Would you like to come a little closer, maybe sit up next to me?" Carol took his hand.
Suddenly, he was sitting in her lap, breathing wine fumes in her face, grinding his chest to her tits. They kissed. His tongue was wet, hot, sliding in her mouth. He groaned, groping her tits through the negligee.
Carol fumbled with the snap of his shorts, with his zipper. His hard cock slipped into her hand.
"Squeeze it!" he panted.
"It's so hard!"
"It's hard for you!"
"It's so big!"
"Big and horny, for you," the teen said, his words mushy from the wine. "It wants to fuck."
"Do you know how?"
"Of course!"
"You've done it before?"
"No, but I sure know how. All you gotta do is shove it up the hot hole between a girl's legs. Let me feel you naked. Then I'll fuck you."
The negligee Carol had worn to entice her husband so many times in the old days -- the negligee her husband no longer even noticed on her -- was torn from her body by the wine-dazed teenager. It ripped like tissue paper, and soon it lay on the floor like a discarded rag.
The bay stepped back to admire his handiwork. His tongue hung out, dripping like a dog's. His young prick, sticking up out of his open shorts, twitched with excitement.
"Oh man, a naked girl!" He wiggled out of his shorts, which was all he'd been wearing around his loins. No underwear.
Carol giggled at being called a girl. She spread her legs, showing him her crotch. She gripped her hairy cuntlips and spread them wide, showing him the sizzling wet cuntmeat between them.
The teen's stiff prick flexed hard, clear lube bubbling out of it. He shoved a grubby foot between her legs and touched his big toe to her wet cunt. She let her cuntlips close around his toe. A vibration shot up the teen's leg and he grabbed his prick, beating it off frantically.
"Don't do that!" she said, and she pulled him back down onto her lap, kissing him, rubbing her tits against him.
His cock rubbed against her belly like a hot poker. She managed to get her hand wrapped around his prick, and he humped his loins, working it in her closed fist. His prick lube bubbled out, greasing her hand.
"It's so big!" she purred. She wasn't saying that just to flatter the teen. His prick was longer than her husband's by at least an inch, and harder than Hyatt's cock had ever been.
The teen groped between her legs, testing the swollen sponginess of her blonde pussy mound. He slipped a finger between the throbbing cunt slabs and rubbed it up and down in the slickness and heat. His finger slipped inside her pussy, twisting, probing.
"Oh wow!" he moaned, and he buried his face between her tits, rubbing it in her soft flesh. He began to kiss, to lick, to suck on her nipples.
Carol's cunt did flip-flops inside as the tit hungry teenager sucked. Her hand slid mechanically up and down his rock-hard prick. When he bit her nipples, she nearly screamed, but she let him go on biting. His prickhead was a glossy maroon color, the lube oozing out of it like sap. It felt as if his body were running a high fever.
"Your cunt sucks like a mouth!" the teen whispered. "Jesus Christ, it sucks! I wanna stick my dick in it! I gotta stick it in now!"
Carol wished they could have enjoyed this wild foreplay all night, but she knew that if she let it go on much longer, the teen would be spurting his young spunk all over her belly and tits instead of where she wanted it.
"Come on, darling," she said. "Fuck me!" As she lay back along the couch, she took hold of his squirming prick and drew it between her legs. As he fell on her, already thrusting, she managed to guide his red-hot fucker into her seething cunt hole. He buried his fuck-meat to the hilt. Her arms and legs wrapped around him. Their bodies melted together.
"You're such a man!" Carol moaned, reveling in the feel of his big prick anchored inside her. "Fuck me, darling, fuck me!"
The teen trembled, every cell of him prickling with fuck-sensation. Her pussy had his prick swallowed right down to his balls, and he enjoyed the way it squeezed his prick rhythmically, nearly popping the head off it.
Her fuck-juices ran like hot oil onto his squirming balls and he gyrated his ass, rubbing his lubricated balls against her crotch. He felt his body being absorbed into her body, felt her tits like two hot pillows of flesh under his chest.
He squirmed sensuously, grinding his prick inside her, feeling her hands stroke his back, her feet stroke his ass and legs. Her nails dug in, sending electrical thrills through his skin. He was in heaven!
"Hump, baby! Slide your prick!" Carol rocked her hips, undulated her body under him.
"Oh, man!" The teen contracted his asscheeks, fucking his stiff prick in and out of her cunt with a steady rhythm, with a smooth motion. His prick squished inside her as it plunged. The fuck-juices bubbled out around his cock and ran down her asscrack.
He was like a squirming, smooth-skinned lizard in her arms, his body undulating like a wave machine. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth. His firm young muscles rippled against her. She caressed him, moved against him, working her seething fuck-sheath around his sliding prick. His prickshaft rubbed her clit just right. His prickhead massaged the nerve rich folds of her cuntal walls. Itchy thrills saturated her crotch, pulsed through her legs and toes, through her asshole and tits.
"Ohhhh darling, I've never been fucked so well!"
It was true, she never had been fucked so well. Perhaps it was because of her mounting sexual frustration in recent years, because of her desperate need for a man that would satisfy her that she found this teen's cock to be so pleasure inducing. Or maybe it was the thrill of fucking a virgin teen. Whatever it was, she was in sexual heaven. No cock had ever given her so much pleasure, had ever fucked her so well.
"Ram it in, darling! Harder! As hard as you can!"
She dug her toenails into his smooth ass, stimulating him to thrust, to drive his fuck-spike into her with all his strength. She caressed his lower back, stimulating the nerves there as she simultaneously contracted her cunt.
The teen's eyes glazed over. He grunted, moaned, drunk on pleasure, driven by pure lust, his entire body saturated with fuck-sensation. He threw himself against her, his skinny loins humping with the speed of a dogs.
"Oh, man!" he gasped. "Oh, God!"
"I feel it, darling! I feel it so good, so hard! Make me come, angel, make me scream!"
Her cunt was a seething inferno, swallowing the teen's prick again and again. His hairless balls flapped against her crotch like two hard cooked eggs. His prickhead popped in and out of the mouth of her womb, sending electric daggers through her loins, sending electric tingles to the tips of her toes.
His prick swelled inside her, harder than steel, hot as a glowing poker. Her nails sank into him as she crushed him against her body, as her cunt tried to bite off his cock.
"Ahhhhh!" he bellowed. "Ohhhhh!"
Jism exploded from his vibrating fucker, splashing like hot milk in the depths of her pussy. His eyes were white slits, his young face contorted with ecstasy. He churned his flexing prick inside her, grinding his body against her. As he sank his teeth into the side of her neck, she came instantly.
The orgasm hit her entire body, and she felt herself nearly lift off the couch, the teen lifting with her. Her toes curled. Fuck-juice spurted from her cock-stuffed cunt, drenching the teen's balls. She whined like a she-cat being mated by a torn. Her cunt gnawed the teen's prick until his eyes nearly popped out.
"It sucks!" the teen gasped, wriggling like an eel, his prick corkscrewing and flexing inside her. "It squirts!" He bore down on her, growling as he rammed his jizz-spurting prick up her juicing pussy. It felt so good to him that it hurt.
Carol had never experienced so intense an orgasm. The teen's cock was like an electric prod, jolting her repeatedly as it plunged. She could feel his jism splashing against the walls of her fuck-hole.
"Ohhhh darling, yessss!" she moaned. "Give it to me! Squirt me full of it!"
The teen bounced up and down between her legs until he'd squeezed out every drop of his cum. Then he yanked his prick from her sucking pussy hole and sat back on his heels. His prick throbbed and wiggled, still sticking straight up in the air.
"Wow!" he said, shaking his head as if trying to clear it. "That felt great!"
"It felt great to me too, darling," Carol said. "I've never felt it that good before. You are quite the stud!"
"I told you I knew how to do it," the teen said. "Hey, I didn't know pussies squirted." The teen massaged his balls, which were dripping with pussy juice. "It felt great."
The couch seat under Carol's ass and between her legs was drenched with the lubricant that had run out of her. When she'd come, she'd actually sprayed. It wasn't something that happened often, but only when she was extremely excited.
"Sometimes they do," Carol said. "When a woman gets good and hot."
She watched the teen sniff his fingers and taste the pussy juice on them. She spread her legs wider, giving him a good look at her partially open cunt hole.
"Have you ever licked a pussy?" she asked. "Or have you ever wanted to?"
Chapter Two
The teenager growled like a hungry dog as he attacked Carol's cunt with his tongue. He kneeled on the floor between her spread legs as she sat facing him, slumped down, her ass at the edge of the couch seat, her toes clutching at the piling of the carpet. His fingers hooked the edges of her blonde-furred cuntlips, spreading them so wide it felt to Carol as if her pussy would invert and slip out of her. As he licked and sucked her open fuck-hole, she juggled and squeezed her tits, further stimulating herself. "Ohhhh darling, you lick so well! Do you like my pussy?"
The teen just groaned his appreciation of her succulent fuck-meat, kissing it and sucking it as if it were the best thing he'd ever tasted. He hadn't even attacked the roast beef at dinner with such hunger.
She put her hands on his head, drawing his face deeper between her legs, rubbing her open cunt hole over his nose, over his chin, up and down his flushed cheeks. Pussy goo and his own cum drenched his face, and he became drugged on the aroma of it. He relentlessly jerked on his randy cock as Carol fucked his face and mouth.
"You look so pretty with your face all wet," Carol said. "Shove your tongue inside me some more, darling."
The teen drilled her pussy, growling his hunger and lust as he pistoned and twisted his tongue inside her. He sucked, swallowing her tart female fuck-juices. He slurped and sucked so loudly that he sounded like a pig at a slop trough.
"You're the cutest little pussy-eater!" Carol said. "Lick it, lick it! Oh, yes!"
She wished somehow she could get rid of Hyatt and marry this teen. She whited Fritz had been around before she'd married Hyatt. She would have married the teen without a second thought. How wonderful it would have been to have spent the last 15 years getting her pussy licked every clay by a cunt-sucker like Fritz!
Hyatt refused to blow her. He'd tried it once, claimed all pussies tasted like fish, and had refused to do it ever again. He didn't mind her blowing him, though, when he was too tired to fuck, which was most of the time. His uncut prick didn't taste as if it had been dipped in honey itself, but she enjoyed the cheesy flavor, lucky for Hyatt.
The teen nuzzled down, licking under her pussy, trying to get at her ass.
"My, you are hungry!" Carol said. "Don't tell me you're a butt-licker, too!"
"Let me lick it!" the teen said. He shoved a hand under her ass, fingering the crack. "Let me taste it!"
Carol had been blown by a few of her college boyfriends, but none of them had ever offered to lick her ass. She lifted her legs, bending them at the knees and drawing her knees toward her tits. She reached down and spread her asscheeks wide. The teen buried his face between them, nuzzling, licking, sucking.
"Oh, that's good! That's so good!" Itchy thrills pulsed through Carol's asshole. "Lick the hole, darling, lick it!"
The teen was in heaven. This was ten times better than sniffing or chewing on his mother's or his sisters' panties. He was the only boy in a family of five children. His house smelled of pussy, keeping him in a constant state of arousal, but none of his sisters would let him lay a hand on them. They didn't know, though, that he got back at them by raiding the clothes hamper for their soiled, girl-smelling panties, and that he got off on sniffing the panties and sucking the female flavor out of them while jerking himself off. He lusted to suck pussy as much as he lusted to fuck it, and now here he was, not only enjoying fucking and sucking a hot lady's cunt, but enjoying the taste of her luscious asshole, as well.
He fucked his tongue deep up Carol's asshole. "Ooooh!" she squealed. "You are such a licker!" She stroked the teen's head and back with her bare feet, grinding her asshole round and round on his darting tongue. She stroked his cheeks with her toes.
The teen sat back and grabbed her feet. He started to lick and suck her toes, growling like a dog as he chewed on them. He took each of her naked feet and give it a tongue bath. Then he sucked her toes to the rhythm of his jacking off.
"You sure like the taste of a girl, don't you?" Carol said. "Well, you've found yourself one girl you can taste anytime you want -- any part of me. Oh, that's marvelous!"
Waves of pleasure pulsed through Carol's cunt as the teen chewed on her toes. Pussy juice flowed from her contracting cunt, and when the horny teen saw it, he plunged his face between her legs and resumed licking her pussy.
"Do my tits," she said.
The teen licked up her belly until he was slobbering all over her tits. His hot tongue flicked over her nipples and cherry bumps, and thrills rushed through her body. She took the teen's prick and shoved it up her cunt. He wrapped his arms around her, humping as he continued sucking her tits.
Carol was delirious. The teen knew how to pleasure her better than any man she'd ever met. She gibbered and giggled, her loins completely saturated with fuck-heat and itch. She crushed the teen in an embrace of her arms and legs, stroking his tight young ass as his hips bounced between her legs.
"You're such a Cupid!" she gasped. "Oh angel, move that big prick!" She kissed him, tasting her own ass and pussy on his lips.
He was getting close. She could tell by the squirming of his prick inside her that he'd be blowing his cum-load in another half-dozen strokes. She debated with herself for a few seconds, then forced him away from her.
"Hey! I was just gonna come!" He tried to wiggle back between her legs and get his prick back in her cunt.
"Stand up," she said. "Up darling, up!"
She helped him to his feet. His juice-dripping cock throbbed inches from her face. She grabbed his hairless balls, drawing him closer to her so she could take his cock into her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, yeahhhh!" The teen's toes curled and his eyes rolled as Carol's hot lips slid down around his cock. "Suck it!" He put his hands on her head, making her take his prick deep in her throat.
She had never sucked a prick so hard, so hot. She would break her teeth on it if she tried to bite it. The teen's balls swelled in her hand as she bobbed her head and smacked her lips. His warm lube ran down her throat. As her lips slid up to the knob of his cock again and again, she licked the area just below his prick-knob on the underside, making the teen gasp and squirm.
"That's where to lick," he said. "You know how to make a dick feel great!"
Carol's lips rippled up and down the veiny prickshaft. Her pussy throbbed to the rhythm of her cock-sucking. She started to reach between her legs to jerk herself off, but the teen's foot beat her to it. His hot big toe slid up and down in the slick furrow between her cuntlips. He twisted his foot, working his toe in deeper. Carol groaned as the teen toe-fucked her.
"I feel so good!" the teen mumbled. He'd never before imagined doing anything so hot -- getting his prick sucked by a horny lady while fucking her cunt with his big toe.
Her cunt was like a hairy-lipped mouth, sucking his grinding toe as deftly as her mouth was sucking his cock. Thrills saturated his foot and shot up his leg, adding to the thrills in his loins, increasing the intensity of the sensations pulsing through his cock.
"My toe feels like my prick," he mumbled. "I think my toe could come."
If the teen's big toe felt like his cock to him, it felt like a cock to Carol too, like a stubby, hot, grinding cock. His toenail gouged the tender fuck-meat inside her, sending violent jolts through her cunt. As he wiggled his toe, he managed to stimulate her clit in a way that made her squeal.
"Oh man, this is great! I love getting my prick sucked!"
The teen hugged her head, forcing his cock in to the hilt, grinding his cock-knob against her throat. Thrills streamed through his horny fuckrod, thrills swirled through his balls and asshole. His belly muscles contracted and undulated as he wiggled his ass and fucked his cock in and out.
Carol choked on his plunging, grinding cock. He was getting carried away, growling and moaning like an animal as he pleasured his cock in her throat. Her spit flowed from her mouth, drenching his balls. His crotch hair scoured her nose and made it run.
She gagged and choked, but she really didn't mind. The pleasure shooting through her loins was all that mattered now. The teen's toe was electrified. As it twisted and plunged, currents of pleasure saturated Carol's fuck-meat, currents that pulsed to the rhythm of her cock sucking.
"Get ready!" the teen gasped. "I'm gonna blow your head off!"
His eyes glazed and rolled back, his loins humping like a jackrabbit's, he pistoned his cock so rapidly between Carol's lips that they almost sizzled from the friction. She relaxed her throat as best she could, letting him fuck it. His prick turned to steel between her lips. It vibrated, flexed, ejaculated.
"Oh, God!" he gasped. "Eat my cum!"
He whimpered with ecstasy, spurting strew after stream of jism down Carol's guzzling throat.
The electricity and vibrations that shot through the teen's cock went to every part of his body, including his nipples and tongue and toes. His big toe quivered in Carol's pussy, causing such intense sensations inside her that she had merely to wiggle her ass a few times to bring herself over the brink. As she went into spasms, her pussy nearly chewed the teen's toe off.
She cooed and moaned, her body pulsing with ecstasy, her hot pussy juice dripping from the teen's twisting foot. Her throat filled with cum again and again, and she swallowed it greedily, surprised at how rich and sweet it tasted. The rhythm of her orgasmic contractions matched the rhythm of the teen's prick pulsations, the rhythm of his cum spurts.
They groaned and humped in unison until their mutual pleasures subsided.
"Man, I'm wiped out!" The teen hauled his prick out of Carol's mouth and collapsed on the couch next to her. His cock was still fat and swollen, but it dangled like a sausage. He closed his eyes, catching his breath, trying to recover his strength.
Carol held his hand. "I so enjoyed that, darling. I hope you did, too."
"Are you kidding!" the teen mumbled.
Five minutes later, Fritz was dressed and standing by the front door.
"When will you have my money?"
"Tomorrow," Carol said. "And that's a promise." She leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth.
As Fritz stepped out the front door, his prick was hard as a rock. He smiled to himself. Now he had a horny lady story of his own to swap with the other guys. Until today, he'd thought these stories the other guys told were just made up.
Chapter Three
Carol couldn't sleep. She lay on her bed, looking out the window and listening to the night sounds. Hyatt, on his own bed across the room, mumbled from time to time in his sleep. She couldn't understand him most of the time, but she did make out the words "cash flow".
That was Hyatt. Even in his sleep, he was concerned with cash flow. She wished he'd be more concerned with cum flow. Carol had read that most men have erections when they dream, because they dream of sex more than anything else, whether they remember fuck sexual dreams or not. Well, Hyatt sometimes had a hard-on when he slept, but Carol doubted that he was dreaming of sex, not when he mumbled words like "cash flow".
She pulled off her nightgown and dropped it on the floor. The summer night wasn't that warm, but she was steaming, her entire body flushed and moist. With Fritz, she had re-experienced feelings she hadn't experienced in years, not since college.
Lying here thinking about Fritz, she found it difficult, almost impossible to believe that the things she had done with him this evening actually had happened. In a way, she wished they hadn't happened. Given the choice to undo what she had done with Fritz, she wondered if she would undo it.
What had she started? Where would it all lead?
She was treading on dangerous ground here, seducing the teen, being unfaithful to her husband. If word of this ever got out, she might easily end up divorced, or worse -- all because a stiff-cocked teenager had made her lose control of herself.
She would have to plead insanity, something she could do honestly, for wasn't her loss of control a form of insanity after all? Hadn't she temporarily lost her sanity and become a kind of animal in heat in the presence of the youth? It was entirely possible that a teenager like Fritz, nearing the peak of his sexual prowess and attractiveness, might exude some, kind of subliminal sexual scent that had set her hormones flowing, hormones that had influenced her brain chemicals and turned her into a veritable bitch in heat.
The idea excited her, and she began to massage her tits. She rubbed her nipples. In the moonlight, she writhed on her bed, caressing herself all over.
Bitch in heat, she thought. Animal.
She really was acting in the most disgusting manner, but it felt so good. She'd somehow forgotten until this evening just how good her body could feel, had forgotten the pleasure it was capable of. Like a seductress, she stroked one bare foot up and down her opposite leg, her toes pointed, sensuously stroking her naked leg. Her body undulated against the mattress, humping at a phantom lover.
"Fritz, honey," she whispered. "Ram me with your cock! Oh, my darling!"
The pussy cream frothed from her pulsating cunt, getting her inner cuntlips slick. Her cunt was swollen and well-lubricated. She was ready to receive a cock up her pussy. She thought about going down to the kitchen for a carrot. She hadn't fucked herself with a carrot since high school. But it would be cold, not hot like the teen's cock. She really did want something hot -- and alive!
She was being crazy, but she was determined to have her pleasure. She slipped quietly across the room to her husband's bed and began to pull down his pajama bottoms.
"What?" he mumbled in his sleep. "What the..."
"Relax," Carol said.
It took some effort, but she managed to get the pajamas off Hyatt's fat ass and down to his knees.
His cock was stiff -- not surprising, since he had been mumbling about cash flow a few minutes ago.
Kneeling next to his bed, she sniffed his balls, getting herself high on the musky male scent. She peeled the foreskin down off his prickhead, sniffing again. Holding the base of his cock-shaft, she began to lick at the cheesy moisture. "What the -- oh?" Hyatt gasped as Carol swallowed his prick to the balls. He moaned as she began to slowly bob her head and work her tongue. His eyelids raised.
"Sweet Jesus, Carol -- what on earth!"
Carol released his cock. "I'm celebrating the fifteenth anniversary of our honeymoon, Hyatt."
"You're doing what?"
"Celebrating." She climbed up on the bed and straddled his loins with her back toward him. "Our honeymoon. Fifteen years ago tonight we were celebrating our marriage in a hotel room in Las Vegas... or perhaps you've forgotten."
"Of course I haven't forgotten. How could I forget winning three hundred dollars at the slot machines in one evening? So that was fifteen years ago tonight?"
"You got it! Which means today was our wedding anniversary." She rubbed his cockhead back and forth in her slick cunt gash. Her juices ran down his cock and trickled over his balls.
"Oooooh, that's nice! Do that some more." Yes, Carol thought, very nice! Not that you deserve it.
If she hadn't been so horny, she would have climbed off him and gone to bed then and there, leaving him with a hard-on to deal with and something to think about.
"Sit on it," he said. "I'm in the mood tonight. I can use some relaxation. Just this once, I'll forgive you for interrupting my sleep."
"Thank you," Carol said. "You're so gracious."
Gritting her teeth, tightening her cunt, she fucked down, impaling herself to the hilt. Hyatt's chubby toes curled as his body arched up under her. He gasped.
"My God, woman, don't skin it!" I'll skin it alive, Carol thought, and she kept her cunt vise-tight as she fucked up and down, her tits flapping like water balloons. I'll show you a thing or two, Hyatt!
Hyatt was gasping. "Carol, please, slow down! I'm much too sensitive!"
Good, Carol thought, churning her pelvis as she fucked up and down. She would grind his cock right off.
Hyatt's belly heaved and he whimpered. He gripped Carol's ass, his nails gouging her skin.
"Carol, I can't stand it, let up!"
"I thought you were in the mood," Carol said, and she tightened her cunt even more, fucking him faster.
"Damn you!" Hyatt gasped. "Stupid bitch!" He'd never called her a bitch before. She couldn't even remember his having ever used the word before.
"Relax," Carol said. "Enjoy it."
"Then slow down! Loosen up! Oh, God!" Carol laughed, fucking him even faster, bouncing her ass on his paunch. His cock nearly split out of its skin like a banana each time she fucked down. She could feel it.
"You slut!" Hyatt howled. "Stop it! Stop it!" Squirming like an eel, in a frenzy from Carol's intense fucking, he rammed a finger up Carol's asshole, grinding it savagely. "Stop it!"
Carol exploded.
Hyatt's finger acted like an electric prod up her ass, setting off her orgasm instantly. She shrieked, her fuck-juices drenching his balls. As she ground out her pleasure on his rigid cock, she had to fight to keep her balance.
"Ohhhhh, yessss!" she moaned. "Yesssss!"
Hyatt's eyes bulged, then rolled back as her spasming pussy sucked his cock. His balls swelled and contracted. Jism streamed through his piss tube. He grunted like a boar as he shot his arm into Carol's cunt.
"Damn you!" he gasped. "Oh, sweet Jesus." As her cunt sucked, chewing up his pleasure raw cock, he felt as if the life were being vacuumed out of him. He continued twisting his finger savagely in her clutching asshole to punish her.
At last, her cunt satisfied, Carol toppled off her husband and slipped down onto the floor. She tried to stand up, but her legs were too shaky to support her. She lay down, waiting for her head to stop spinning inside, waiting for her strength to return.
Hyatt panted as if she were having a heart attack. He was misted with sweat. His cock drooped over his balls like a deflated balloon.
"What have you been drinking?" he asked. "Or have you just lost your mind?" He was too drained of strength to say anything more.
He lost consciousness a minute later, then slept straight through till morning. After several unsuccessful attempts to get up, he finally managed to struggle out of bed. That morning, for the first time in his life, he was late for work.
It was all Carol's fault! He couldn't understand what had gotten into the woman.
Chapter Four
Carol woke late, hours after Hyatt had left for work. She didn't know whether she'd dreamed his leaving or whether she'd been awakened momentarily by his mumbling to himself as he got up and ready for work.
Must have dreamed it, she thought. Hyatt never complained about having to get up for work. In fact, he usually got up much earlier than he needed to, in his enthusiasm to get to the office and get a jump on his business colleagues.
As she sat naked on the toilet, pissing, Hyatt's cum dripped out of her. So, she hadn't dreamed that either -- she'd actually raped her husband during the night! How had she dared to? As yesterday with Fritz, she must have temporarily lost her mind.
She dressed in a red skirt, a white blouse, and high heels, then decided she felt much too bound up, so she removed her blouse and bra and put only her blouse back on. Lots of women went braless these days, and if they could do it, she could do it, too.
Yes, lots of women went brains, she mused, but how many went pantyless? Not many, she was sure, so why not add one more liberated, pantyless woman to the group? She reached under her skirt and peeled the panties off her ass. As she stepped out of them, her pussy throbbed. She was already wet between the cuntlips.
In the kitchen, she ate standing up -- coffee, and toast without butter. She had a workout at the spa in a few hours, and her breakfast had to be digested by them. She was rinsing the tout crumbs off her fingers when the phone rang. It was Fritz.
"I wanna come over," he said, "but I have to stay home and help one of my brat sisters clean the house. I'm in the bathroom now. Snuck away long enough to call you."
"Just as well, darling," Carol said. "I have to go out, and I'll be busy most of the afternoon. Stop by during your route. I should be home by..."
"Don't worry," he said, "I will -- if I don't die first. I didn't sleep all night. All I did was think about you and pull on my thing."
"I thought about you too, darling."
"You did?"
"Of course. You're quite the stud." As she talked, she had her hand up under her skirt. Her fingers slid up and down between her juice-slick inner cuntlips. Her clit squirmed, a hard bud against the rubbing fingers. "In fact, the sound of your voice now turns me on."
"It does? Wow! Your voice turns me on too. I can hardly stand it."
"Then don't stand it," Carol said. "Rub that horny rod of yours, and I'll close my eyes and pretend I can see it."
"I've been rubbing it ever since you answered," the teen said.
"I know," Carol said. "I can tell by the way you're breathing. Guess what I'm rubbing, darling."
"Shit, I don't have to guess. I know. Is it wet?"
"Very! And very hot, too. And you know what it wants? That prick of yours -- or that tongue, or that toe. I really get off on your toe, darling. It's a hot one."
"I'll never wash it again," the teen said. "My prick either."
"Listen," Carol said, and she put the receiver between her legs.
Her finger slipped up her cunt, plunging in and out, making wild squishing sounds in her juicy fuck-hole. After a minute, she put the receiver back to her ear.
"Oh, Jesus!" the teen panted. "I know what that is. Oh man, I'm coming!"
She listened to his heavy breathing, to his grunts of pleasure as the jism shot from his cock. She imagined his white cock cream splashing against the tiled wall of his bathroom. His moans of fuck-pleasure excited her to her own climax, and she cried out as the sensations exploded in her crotch and the hot juices bubbled out of her pussy.
"It's running down my legs!" she moaned. "Darling, I wish you were here to lick it up!"
She humped at her hand, fucking two stiff fingers in and out of her contracting pussy hole.
"Mine is running down the wall," Fritz said. "What a mess! What a feeling!"
"Yes darling, I know, I know!"
They mumbled fuck-words to each other, groaned their pleasure to each, other over the phone lines and into each other's ear. Their arms jerked, Fritz pumping his hand up and down his cum-spurting cock, Carol reaming out her pussy hole with two stiff fingers. Pussy cream trickled down Carol's legs. Cum slid in thick gobs down the wall of Fritz's bathroom. At last, their orgasms subsided.
Carol didn't hang up the phone before making Fritz promise again that he would stop in that afternoon while working his paper route. As she left the house, she wondered how she was going to manage without his cock till then. Jerking off had satisfied her only temporarily. She found herself hornier now than she'd been before Fritz had called.
As she drove toward the supermarket, she found herself doing something she hadn't done since she'd been in college -- watching men on the street. When she'd become a respectable married woman, she'd entirely stopped looking at men other than her husband. But after last evening with Fritz, things had changed.
"They're all over," she mumbled out loud, wondering how she had managed to ignore men all these years -- her intentions of marital fidelity not withstanding. "Look at them all!"
They came in all sizes, shapes, and ages. And they all had cocks, cocks most of them would be glad to slide between her legs any time she wished. Most men, unlike most women, had no qualms about coupling with as many pussies as they could get their hands on. She'd learned that way back in high school. Ninety percent of the high school boys she'd known cared for little more in life than getting their next piece of female ass.
Men were perpetually in heat. Unfortunately for men, most women played hard to get. Carol herself had played that game all through high school and most of the way through college -- until she'd been fucked by her first cock. After that, she'd given herself scores of times to at least a half-dozen college men. She'd experienced the joys of free and frequent sex -- until she'd met Hyatt and reformed. For fifteen years, she'd been a perfectly faithful wife.
What fun she could have been having all these years, she thought. What pleasures she could have been experiencing!
She noticed that she was getting low on gas, so she pulled into a gas station and asked the teenaged attendant for a fill-up. He was a gangly, pimply-faced kid with grease-black hands and a grease-smudged face. As he peered down into the car at her, she caught him trying to look down her blouse, and she smiled back at him invitingly. He flushed, getting so flustered that he dropped her gas cap, then had trouble getting the gas pump started.
She wondered what his cock looked like, wondered if it was long and slender like his body, wondered if its head was red like his hair.
"Could you direct me to the ladies' room, Sir?"
"Around back," the teen said, nodding his head toward the station.
As she got out of the car, she gave him an inviting look, then glanced back over her shoulder at him as she wiggled toward the station, her high heels clicking on the concrete. Pussy juice trickled down her inner thighs.
Out of sight of the attendant, she opened the door of the restroom, locked it from the inside, then stepped back outside and shut the door.
"I'm afraid it's locked," she said as she returned to the car.
The attendant replaced the pump and put her gas cap back on. "I thought it was open," he said. "Well, I'll get you the key."
When he returned with the key, she asked if he would open the door for her. "I'm so clumsy when it comes to doing anything the least bit mechanical," she said. "I wish I had the skill you mechanics have."
"I ain't a mechanic," the youth said. "Just a gas pumper." He inserted the key and opened the door. "There you go."
"I'll bet you know how to pump more than gas," Carol said. She placed her hand on his ass and squeezed. "A handsome young man like you must certainly know how to pump more than gas. I'll bet you drive the girls wild."
"Well..." the teen said nervously, "Well, ah..."
"Go inside," Carol said. "Let's see if I'm right about you."
Although she spoke without a quaver, her heart was slamming and she felt dizzy, disoriented. A terrible heat suffused her body and her loins throbbed with an ache, with a desire she could hardly bear. She didn't show it, but she was as much shocked by her behavior as the teen was. Closing the door, she locked it.
"You're such a handsome guy," she said, and she kissed him on the lips as her hands fumbled with his jeans. He was taller than she, and she had to turn her face up toward him. "Let's see what you've got here."
The teen was completely passive. His arms hung at his sides as she pushed down his jeans. His prick sprang out at her like a branding iron, throbbing excitedly, its head swollen like a ripe apple. It was a long, slender cock with a larger knob.
"Lovely," Carol said, gripping his cock and massaging it. "I'll bet you know how to use it."
The teen leaned back against the door, his legs trembling. If the door hadn't been behind him he would surely have fallen over.
"Let's get this shirt off," Carol said. "And your shoes, too. I want to see all of you."
He raised his arms as she pulled his shirt off. She nuzzled his armpits, licked the reddish hair, got a good whiff of his sweaty teen-male scent. She dropped to a squat and pulled off his shoes and pants.
"You're even handsomer naked," she said, and she moved up to nuzzle his balls.
"Gorgeous nuts! Mmmm, let me at that prick!" She had to bend his rigid fucker down to suck it. She gripped his cock tightly in her right hand as she licked it up and down, paying particular attention to the cockhead and the sensitive strand of tissue just under it. Fuck-lube bubbled from the teen's piss hole as his cock pulsed, and she slurped it up hungrily, cooing her appreciation.
The teen reached down to open the buttons of her blouse with his grime-black fingers. "Tits," he sighed. "Big tits!"
She stopped his hand. "I'll do it, darling." She stood up, gazing into his eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. She wanted to see his reaction. His eyes widened and he flicked his tongue over his lips.
"Wanna suck 'em?"
"Oh, man!"
The teen grabbed her tits, leaning forward so he could eat them. His tongue slipped over her nipples and cherry bumps. His spit ran down her tits. He nipped and gnawed and sucked.
Carol's cunt did flip-flops inside. The fuck thrills pulsed through her loins. Hot pussy juice ran down her legs and she squeezed them together rhythmically, working her pussylips between her contracting thighs.
Panting, she pushed the teen away. "Give me a second."
As he watched her, his cock pulsing wildly, she stepped out of her high heels, then wiggled out of her skirt. Naked, she pressed up against him, rubbing her tits at his chest, her belly at his swollen, throbbing cock. They kissed deeply, tongues down each other's throat.
"You are getting my stomach all wet," she said, reaching between them. "You have such a juicy prick!"
She dropped to a squat again, his cock in her right hand, her tongue flapping. She licked all over and under his balls, licked his cock up and down.
The teen grunted, panted. "Oh lady, oh Christ! I never had a blow-job!"
Carol growled, pumping his cock, catching on her tongue the juice that oozed from his piss hole. She took his prickhead into her mouth and sucked it. Her hand squeezed hard, pumping.
"Lick under the head!" he moaned. "Oh, God!"
She churned her tongue at his pleasure strand, feeling his cock throb powerfully, rhythmically. As she forced the tight ring of her lips farther down his prickshaft. The bottom of his prick sliding against her wet, churning tongue, he rose up on his toes and groaned. Without warning, his cock flexed hard and began to spurt. Hot cum splashed against her tonsils.
"Awwwww mannnn, drink it!"
Carol made gurgling noises deep in her throat as she swallowed his cum. She massaged his balls as she continued to suck his cock and to pump it with her other hand.
"Shoot it!" she gurgled. "Feed me!" She kept sucking and pumping until she'd squeezed out every drop.
At last, groaning and exhausted, the teen fell back against the door.
"It tasted so good," Carol said.
She'd expected to taste gasoline-flavored cum, but it had tasted sweetly alkaline. His cock hadn't tasted bad either, a familiar taste -- baby oil. He apparently used baby oil to jack off with.
She slid up his body, her hand still stroking his cock. It had softened slightly, but it was still harder than Hyatt's cock ever got.
"Squat just a little bit," she said as she rose up on her toes. She rubbed his cock between her legs, in the slick meat between her pussylips.
The teen gasped. "Easy! It's fucking sensitive right now."
As she worked his cock up into her pussy, his eyes nearly popped out and he whimpered as if she were torturing him.
"Easy, lady!"
His cock sank in to the hilt, turning steel-hard quivering.
"We're hooked together," Carol whispered. "You're inside me. You feel so good inside me!"
She took his hands and put them on her asscheeks. She put her arms around his neck.
"Fuck me, darling! Show me how good you can do it!"
The teen looked delirious. His fingers clutched her asscheeks. Moaning, he started to grind against her, fucking his cock inside her.
She squirmed against him, wiggled her ass in his hands. Her pussy juice trickled over his balls, trickled down her legs. As he thrust upward, she rose up and down on her toes meeting his grinding fuck-thrusts.
"That's it!" she whispered. "Yes, that's it! You're so good at it! Mmmmmm, fuck me, baby, screw me! You've got such a big cock!"
The oversized head of his prick worked against the fluffy folds of her pussy walls, popped in and out of the mouth of her womb, thrilled her in a way she'd never been thrilled before. There was something about his slender prickshaft and his fat round prickhead that rubbed her pussy hole in a unique way.
It really was foolish, a foolish waste of pleasure, for a woman to fuck one cock all her life. The different sizes and shapes of cocks pleasured a pussy in different ways, wonderfully different and thrilling ways. Fucking only one cock all your life was like eating only one flavor of ice cream and never sampling any of the others.
Not only that, but fucking only one man all her life deprived a woman of sampling all the different textures of male skin and body hair, the different physiques, the different colors of eyes and hair, the different flavors of cock and jism. And each man fucked a little differently, screwed his cock in and out a little differently. The variety was endless, but life was so short. Carol felt a panicky need to make up for lost time, for lost pleasure.
"Fuck meee!" she whined. "Fuck meeeee!" She moaned as she fucked, tossing her head from side to side, squirming against the grunting teen. Her swollen tits wobbled against his chest. Her ass gyrated in his hands. As he knifed his cock upward, a juicy squishing noise came from her cunt that excited them both.
"Fuck pussy!" the teen muttered, chewing his lips as he rammed. "Tight, juicy pussy!"
"Does it feel good?" Carol said. "Do you like to fuck?"
"Fuck, yeahhhh!" the teen groaned, thrusting savagely, cracking their hipbones together.
"Do it!" Carol grunted. "Give it to me!" She writhed against him, fucking herself on his cock. The fuck-juices ran down her legs as if her cunt were a wine cask the teen's prick had bored into.
"My balls are all wet!" the teen muttered. "Fucking all wet from your crotch!"
She threw her legs up, wrapping them around his hips. His lust had increased his strength, and he supported her full weight now as he fucked her, rocking his hips as he knifed his cock up her pussy again and again. He crushed her in a savage bear-hug. His teeth sank into the side of her neck.
Carol whined like a mating she-cat, her entire body prickling with goose bumps. She rubbed her tits madly against the teen's chest, churned her cunt around and around on his rutting cock. Both she and the teen were sweating, their skin sliding together as if oiled. As the teen's cock bored deeper into her body, the flow of her fuck-juices increased, and soon her slick pussy lube was running down the teen's thighs. His cock sounded like a toilet plunger inside her pussy.
The teen had never felt so good, so strong in his life. He'd fucked a few gasping, wincing, complaining girls in his life, but never a hard fucking woman like Carol. He could ram her cunt as hard and deep as he wanted to, and all she did was beg for more.
He could feel his prick buried in her hot cunt, could feel her hot juices drenching his balls and running down his legs. She had the biggest, spongiest, silkiest tits imaginable, and he was pressed against them, feeling their hot nipples rubbing his chest like burning fingertips.
"You fucking bitch!" he growled. "Fucking slut!" His dirty talk increased the intensity of the fuck-itch pulsing through his prick, which at this moment felt as big as his arm.
"Open me up!" Carol gasped. "Fuck the guts outa me!"
As they fucked, the teen kept banging up against the door, and it rattled loudly. Their grunts and muttering echoed in the small restroom. The smell of hot pussy filled the air.
"Oh God, oh Jesus!" Sweat poured down the teen's face. He looked as if he were in pain.
"Come on!" Carol growled. "Give it to me! I want that load!"
He gnawed into the side of her neck. His eyes rolled back, glazed over. He grunted, ramming, ramming. Suddenly, he vibrated from head to toe.
"I'm coming? Goddamn, take it!"
Jism splashed in Carol's womb. His cock vibrated and flexed. She churned her loins, fucking her cunt on his jizz-spurting cock. The walls of her fuck-hole swelled with itchy tingles, tingles that shot to her toes, to her nipples.
"Oh God!" She crushed the teen against herself and started to jerk. "Cream me, darling! Oh, darling!" The spasms ripped through her loins.
He rutted at her contracting pussy, whimpering, delirious with sensation. He looked as if he'd sweat blood any second as Carol's cunt gnawed his splitting-hard, pleasure-raw cock. His toenails clawed at the concrete floor.
He shot her so full of cum that before he'd finished fucking her the jizz was running out onto his balls. As his orgasm subsided, his strength turned to weakness, and he would have collapsed if Carol hadn't sensed his waning strength and dismounted.
She slipped off his prick, slid down his body, fell to her knees in front of him and began to lick the jism off his balls. He relaxed back against the door, wringing the last twinges of fuck-itch from his prick with a sliding fist. He groaned as Carol slurped his balls clean.
She stood up and kissed him. He tasted his jism on her lips. He shoved his tongue down her throat, getting as much pleasure from her mouth as he could before she pushed him away.
"That was marvelous," Carol said, "but now I think we'd better get dressed and out of here before somebody comes along and catches us -- your boss, for instance."
"Jesus Christ!" the teen said, and he dressed as if his life depended on it. His cock was still hard as he zipped up his jeans.
Chapter Five
Although Carol could easily afford to pay for an hour-long massage at the health spa where she'd been working out three days a week for the last six years, she had never gone in for a massage despite the repeated recommendations of several of the women she worked out with.
The idea of going in for a massage made her self-conscious, not to mention nervous and slightly afraid. She has seen too many movies in which pain was inflicted on the client by a moronic, sadistic masseur -- not that Richard, the college-age masseur at the spa, looked either moronic or sadistic, but he was certainly well built, and capable of breaking her arms and legs off if he decided to get mean.
He'd never do that, though, she knew. Despite his build, he was a shy, gentle young man. She had not yet received a massage from him -- not because she feared him, but because she feared herself. Deep down, she'd realized she couldn't trust herself alone with the young man behind the locked door of the massage room, so she'd used all kinds of lame excuses to avoid placing herself in that situation.
Until today.
Today she would have her first massage.
"Mrs. Johnson! I thought I'd never get you in here." Richard dropped his magazine and jumped up from his chair. He was dressed in white pants, white athletic shoes, and no shirt. His muscular torso was tanned, smooth and oiled.
Like many college-age young men, Richard fancied himself a bodybuilder. Although he had never, and probably would never, compete in a physique contest, he kept his body shaved and tanned to accent his clean-cut muscles, rippling muscles Carol couldn't take her eyes off of as Richard closed and locked the door of the massage room.
"I thought it was about time I tried out your magic hands," Carol said. "But you must call me Carol. Am I dressed appropriately for a massage? I always see the other women wearing their bikinis when they come in here."
"A bikini is fine, Mrs. -- uh, Carol. The less you have on, the better. Many women prefer complete nudity, but I leave that up to you."
"Why not?" Carol said. "I'm sure you've seen it all many times over."
"Every day," Richard said. "Just like a doctor."
He chuckled, and Carol chuckled too. He wasn't quite as shy as Carol had thought. She reached back, fumbling with the strap of her bikini halter.
"Allow me," Richard said. "I've had lots of experience with these things."
A quick tug of his fingers, and Carol's bra fell away from her tits.
"Now, if you'll allow me again." Without waiting for Carol's answer, Richard peeled her panties off her ass and down her legs. Squatting, he lifted her feet one at a time and helped her step out of the panties completely.
"Nice," he whispered under his breath, but Carol heard him.
She also heard him sniffing her ass, and she intentionally arched her lower back and wiggled her ass in his face. "That's so much better," she sighed. "Now what?"
"Up on the table," Richard said. "Face up, and relax."
He turned down the lights as she stretched out, then squirted some oil from a squeeze bottle into one hand.
"I'm in heaven already," Carol said.
Richard smiled, looking her over -- all over. "It gets better. Much better."
Carol melted at the first touch of his hands. As he oiled her legs and worked on her feet, such waves of relaxation flowed through her that she couldn't help moaning. Her legs spread naturally, ready to fail off the sides of the table. She wished the table were three times as wide, so she could really spread her legs. Her pussy throbbed, oozing hot juice, a mixture of pussy cream and that young mechanic's cum.
"You have a beautiful body, Carol," Richard said. "I see a lot of built women in this place every day, and yours is one of the top figures around. Your husband is a lucky man."
Carol curled her toes against his fingers. "Thank you, Richard. You certainly know how to make a woman feel good."
"It's my business," Richard said. "I'm in the business of making ladies feel as good as they can feel. I'll do whatever is necessary, whatever it takes. Guaranteed, or your money back."
He stroked up her legs, bearing down with just the right pressure to make her muscles relax completely and throb pleasantly. His own muscles pumped up as he worked, and a few beads of sweat trickled from his armpits, rippling down over the armor-like muscles of his flanks and abdomen.
Carol ached to rub against those muscles, to lick off that sweat. As he stroked her belly and tits, she shuddered, the tension flowing out of her.
He stood at the head of the table and reached forward to massage her flanks. Her spine stretched as he pulled. His fingers probed the muscles of her lower back, sending electricity coursing through her nerves in that area.
"Oh God, this feels good!" she sighed, the words coming out spontaneously.
"It gets better," Richard said. "Much, much better."
He squirted some oil on her tits and worked on them some more. Her nipples caught between his fingers, and he gently milked them. Carol's cunt contracted, and she automatically squeezed her legs together.
"We'd better turn you over now," Richard said. "Come on, over you go." He helped flip her so she was lying belly down.
Carol could feel that the sheet was wet under her cunt. The pussy cream continued to ooze out of her, especially as her cunt contracted due to Richard's deft stroking. It seemed that wherever he touched her now, his hands were electric and the erotic sensations flowed through her.
"You're so soft and smooth," Richard said, spreading warm oil all over her back and ass, and up and down the backs of her legs. "Your skin is like silk. I like a woman who keeps her legs shaved so close."
"I shaved them yesterday, as a matter of fact," Carol said.
"That would have been fun to watch," Richard said suggestively.
"Would it?" Carol giggled.
He stroked up the backs of her legs, sending delicious milking sensations through Carol's body. He stroked her back and kneaded her ass. As his fingers sank into the muscles of her upper back and along her spine, she felt herself melting into the padded table. Automatically, as if Richard's fingers had pushed a button, she started squirming, rubbing her swollen cunt mound against the table.
"This is marvelous!" she sighed.
He reached between her asscheeks, rubbing her ass cleft up and down with his oily fingers, probing her asshole. He slipped his hand down farther, massaging the juice-slimy furrow between her cuntlips. His finger slipped up her cunt, twisting, massaging.
"Oh, Richard, you filthy devil!"
"Glad you like it," he said. "But do call me Rick. Richard is so formal. Do you mind if I undress?"
"Not at all," Carol said.
She watched him undress. He wore no socks under his shoes, nor any, underwear under his splitting-tight white pants. His colossal cock, which had looked like a billy club down the right leg of his pants, sprang out free.
Carol had never imagined a cock so large on a man. It would fit nicely on a donkey, maybe, or on a horse, but on a man? Her mouth dropped open.
"I suppose you've never seen a shave job like this before. Actually, a lot of guys are doing it these days. If you shave your chest and legs, you might as well shave your groin and balls, too."
Carol had been so entranced with the young man's enormous fucker that she'd at first failed to notice that he hadn't a hair around his cock or on his balls. The skin of his groin and crotch was as smooth and hairless as the rest of his body, and it was tanned, too. Every inch of his body was tanned a rich, golden brown, including his cock. He resembled a bronze sculpture.
"Don't turn over, Carol. Going in the back door is my specialty. Let's get you up and ready. Up you go!"
He pulled her at the hips until she was on her hands and knees, her ass waving in the air. The table creaked as he climbed up on it behind her.
Not only did he have a cock the size of a stallion's, but it was uncut as well, the foreskin half pulled off the enormous swollen head as the cock stood at full erection.
If only Hyatt's uncut cock looked like that, Carol thought. If only Hyatt's body looked like that! How had she managed to end up with such a toad for a husband when there were men the likes of Richard around who wanted her?
"Let's lube it up a little," Richard said. "You are juicy! I like my women juicy."
He rubbed his prickhead up and down on her cuntal furrow, peeling his foreskin back so he could drench the entire cockhead with her pussy cream. He caught a handful of fuck-slime as it bubbled out of her and he rubbed it all over his cock and balls. As more pussy cream oozed out, he caught it and rubbed it on his abdomen, on his chest and nipples, on his face.
"I love the smell of pussy juice," he said. "I could take bath in the stuff."
And I'm going to scream, Carol thought -- if you don't shove that horse-cock of yours up my cunt right now! Her ass wouldn't stop wiggling.
"Here goes," he said. "In the back door." He gripped her at the hips, shoved his cockhead between her pussylips, and jerked. As he jerked, he thrust. His cock sliced into her like a sword.
She arched her back, snapped her head back, gasped.
"Man, I live for this feeling!" the masseur growled. "I fucking live for it!" Gripping her loins tight, he began to ram.
Carol gasped repeatedly. She'd never been fucked so hard, so deep. His cockhead jabbed at the pit of her fuck-hole, completely sheathed in her cunt. As his hard belly jolted her ass again and again, she grunted from the force of the collisions. Her tits flapped.
"Oh Rick, God Rick!"
"Carol, you've got a great pussy, a great ass! I wished you'd have come in to see me a year ago when I started, instead of waiting all this time. You and me are made for each other. I never had such a perfect fit."
The sensations that pulsed through Carol's loins with each grinding thrust of Richard's cock were exquisite. Each time his cock fucked into her cunt to the balls, it was as if she were experiencing an orgasmic surge. The sensation shot throughout her body -- up her spine, down her legs, through her nipples, out her toes.
She started to groan loudly.
Richard clapped his hand over her mouth. "I know it feels great, Carol, but you've gotta keep your voice down. This isn't your bedroom at home with the windows closed. Technically, I'm only supposed to massage the outside of your body, not the inside, and I'm only supposed to use my hands. If you get too loud, I'm liable to lose my job, and I'm sure you wouldn't want that."
He uncovered her mouth, slowly, carefully. "I'm sorry," she panted. "I'll try to keep it down."
He resumed fucking her, his cock plunging in and out with long, screwing strokes. The fuck-juices ran from her cunt and drenched his hairless balls. His smooth abdomen collided rhythmically with her ass. The room filled with the sounds of his belly smacking her ass and his cock plunging in her pussy, of her panting and gasping, of his grunting and heavy breathing.
She churned her ass against his belly, chewed her lips to stifle her urge to whine and squeal. "Fuck me!" she whispered. "Screw me! Ram me!"
"You like it hard, huh? Well, I like it hard, too." He tightened his grip on her loins and rammed so hard that she thought he'd knock the wind out of her.
"Fuck!" she gasped. "Fuck!"
The massage table creaked, vibrated. If it hadn't been constructed with welded steel bracing and heavy legs, it would have collapsed under them.
"Give it to me!" Carol moaned. "Give it to me!" As his fucker made a grinding thrust into the pit of her womb, the hot sensations swarmed and whirled through Carol's sizzling pussy and she exploded.
"I'm coming!"
Richard clapped his hand over her mouth again. "Okay, baby, okay, you're coming! Oh Christ, are you coming!"
The fuck-juices sprayed out of Carol's cunt and showered the young man's hairless balls. He kept rutting at her contracting pussy hole, grinding the enormous head of his cock in her womb, sliding his veiny prickshaft against the writhing walls of her cunt, and Carol screamed into his hand, gnawed on his fingers. At one point, her orgasmic sensations became so intense that she was sure she blacked out for a moment.
Her pleasure came from being fucked so deep, from being fucked so hard, from being fucked by a gorgeous bronze stud like Richard, who treated her just roughly enough and just gently enough. He knew how to handle a woman. He knew how to pleasure a woman.
As her orgasm subsided, he removed his hand from her cunt.
"Oh Rick, that was fantastic! I've never had it so good!"
The masseur stroked her back and ass, fucking his cock in-and-out slowly. "Where have I heard that line before?" he said.
He fucked her until she could no longer bear the feel of his cock in her supersensitive cunt for another moment. He pulled his prick out just as she was about to scream.
She would have collapsed forward on the table if he would have let her, but he held fast to her hips, rubbing his dripping prick up and down her asscrack. It suddenly occurred to her that he hadn't come.
"You sure do put out the juice," he said. "I don't think I've ever banged a juicier cunt. There's a puddle on the sheet under us."
"You didn't come," Carol mumbled, her ass wiggling, her head wobbling deliriously.
"Not yet," he said. "I'm saving it for something better."
"What?" Carol mumbled.
"For something tighter, something I like even better than pussy." He rubbed his wet cocktip at her asshole. "I told you I'm a back-door man. Well, this is about as back-door as you can get. Open up, Carol."
Chapter Six
Carol's immediate impulse was to tense up. Despite the prickling sensations running up and down the core of her asshole, despite her wicked desire to feel Richard's cock in her ass guts, she nevertheless contracted her bowels and resisted the grinding probings of Richard's wet prickhead.
She had never taken anything larger than a finger up her asshole, and the thought of Richard's huge fucker up her shitter made her automatically fearful and hesitant. Richard might get great pleasure out of ramming that fuck-bludgeon of his up a woman's asshole, but Carol couldn't imagine that any pleasure she might experience could compensate her for the pain she was sure to suffer.
"Come on, Carol, loosen up. It only hurts when you fight it."
"How would you know?" she said in a joking tone. She was trying to be tactful, to bow gracefully out of this uncomfortable situation.
"I know because I've broken in scores of women, Carol, some of them young girls with asses half the size of yours, and I never met one who didn't love it once she loosened up. So relax, it only hurts when you fight it."
The muscular masseur kept the pressure on. His prick was drenched with her fuck-juices and cock lube kept bubbling from his piss hole. Despite her vise-tight asshole, his cock was too strong and slippery for her to resist it, and slowly, her asshole opened.
"That's it, baby, rein. You're gonna love it."
Carol's mouth gaped as wide as her asshole as the huge cockhead slipped inside her. It felt like a hot, grinding fist.
She took quick short breaths, panting like a woman in labor. "Take it easy! Go easy!"
"Relax, girl, relax." Richard stroked her ass firmly, worked his fingers into her lower back, stimulating her nerves there. His cock slipped in farther.
Her pelvis was going to split apart from the pressure. Her ass pucker was splitting with a thousand fissures.
"It hurts!" she whined. Every cell of her body felt as if it would explode.
"It's half in," the masseur said. "You can take it. Man, what an asshole you've got! I can feel a dozen pulse beats in it." He flexed his cock, wiggling it inside her.
Despite the tingle of lust Carol felt as Rick's cock throbbed and squirmed in her asshole, the pressure in her loins kept her whimpering. "Please take it out!"
Rotating his hips, Richard fucked his cock the rest of the way in -- all the way in. "Awwww, yeahhhh!"
Carol cried out with pain. Richard clapped his hand aver her mouth.
"Jerk yourself off!" he said, his body trembling. "Come on, play with your pussy!"
Too delirious with pain to do anything but obey, Carol shoved her hand between her legs and rubbed her fingers between her swollen cuntlips. Blubbering into Richard's hand, she pinched and twisted and pulled on her clit. Immediately, the painful pressure in her loins began to ease.
Fuck-sensations pulsed through her pussy and asshole. As Richard began to slide his cock in and out, the very pressure that had given Carol such pain, now gave her such ecstasy that she giggled and cooed. She wiggled her ass, fucking Richard's ass-reaming cock.
"What did I tell you?" Richard took his hand off her mouth. "What did I tell you, huh?" His enormous prick plunged in and out, only the cockhead remaining inside her on the outstroke. "What did I tell you, girl?"
Carol laughed. "Oh Rick, this is marvelous! It doesn't hurt anymore, not one bit."
"Feels great, doesn't it? I never cornholed a woman who didn't love it."
The sliding of his huge fucker in her shit hole gave Carol such pleasure that the stopped jerking herself off and reveled just in the sensation of being ass-fucked. It amazed her that her asshole alone could be the source of such pleasure. She knew without a doubt that she wouldn't have to touch her cunt to achieve an orgasm. Getting fucked up the asshole would do the trick just as well.
"Mmmmmm, you're so wet and hot in there!" Richard said, humping rhythmically, watching his big greased cock fuck in and out between the tight rings of her ass pucker. "I could slide my prick in there forever! It feels right at home. Your asshole is where it belongs."
If he wanted to keep his prick up her asshole forever, it was fine with Carol. Her asshole was just like a second cunt, she was discovering. In fact, the pleasure she felt now was so unique, so wild, that she wondered if she didn't prefer getting ass-fucked to getting cunt-fucked.
"Harder!" she gasped, grinding her ass at his belly. "Deeper! Oh, yes!" Her tits swayed, flapped. She banged her ass at his abdomen, churned her asshole on his cock. "Fuck me! Fuck meeee!"
"Baby, you are so fucking hot!"
Richard held her at the middle, his big hands nearly encircling her waist. As he fucked his prick up her whole, as he smacked his belly against her upturned ass, he twisted and jerked her body with his powerful hands, working her back and forth, working her in circles, pleasuring his cock in her asshole at whatever angle it wanted to.
Carol blubbered and gibbered, tears of pleasure leaking from her eyes. She tossed her blonde head wildly from side to side, contracted her pleasure-filled asshole, writhed like a fish impaled on a spear.
It felt so good! It felt so fucking good!
"Let's come!" she moaned. "Together! Let's come!"
"I'm close," Richard mumbled. "Real close!"
Every inch of his prick ached and itched. The woman's asshole was so tight that his prick would have been skinned alive if her asshole hadn't also been so wet, so well lubricated. His cock made juicy squishing noises inside her. Her asshole gripped rhythmically, like a fist-sucked rhythmically, like a mouth. Already, her asshole was just as skilled at pleasuring his cock as her cunt was.
"Oh Rick, I can't take it!"
"Oh Carol!"
The young man's cock flexed powerfully inside her, quivering like an electric vibrator. His cum exploded up her asshole.
"Awwwww, yeahhhhh!"
"Shoot it!"
Her asshole exploded around his cock.
Carol's eyes crossed and rolled. She felt dizzy and giddy. As her asshole undulated and clutched with spasms, her pussy contracted, drooling hot juice down her legs.
"Rick, this is heaven!"
The grunting, jerking, thrusting young man was out of his mind with pleasure. Jolts of electricity shot through his fucking cock as the jism streamed through his piss tube and burst like hot butter into Carol's ass guts. His fingers sank into the soft flesh of her waist. He growled like an animal as he humped her, fucking his boiling cum-load up her asshole.
"Fuck you!" he grunted. "Aw, fuck!"
Carol came out of her orgasmic trance slowly. Even after she'd stopped spasming, she worked her asshole around and around on the young man's pulsing cock, sucking the last drops of cum from it, milking the last twinges of fuckpleasure through it. Pleasant waves of fuck sensation and relaxation flowed through her body, through her legs and feet.
"Mmmmm Rick, this is fantastic! Don't ever take that big thing out of me. Leave it plugged in me forever."
"Wish I could," the masseur said. "But it's just my luck that I've got another appointment in five minutes."
Carol groaned as his prick slid out of her. Her asshole remained wide open for a few moments, then contracted and closed. Rick made her stay up on the table until he'd cleaned every drop of fuck-juice off her -- with his tongue. He had a tongue like a calf.
"Come back now," he said as he unlocked the door.
Carol adjusted her bikini halter and panties. "Can I get in again later today? This evening maybe?"
"Sorry, I'm booked up till closing."
"Shoot!" Carol said. Then she kissed him as long and hard as she could before he shoved her out the door to make way for his next lady client.
Chapter Seven
Fritz arrived precisely at 4 p.m., dressed in nothing but shabby cut-offs that could hardly contain his swollen cock. Rivers of sweat ran on his skin. He dropped his empty newspaper sack on the floor of the foyer and fell against Carol, out of breath and moaning.
"I ran all the way so I could be with you." He pulled her head down, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
He was slippery in Carol's arms. His probing tongue sent chills through her body. Her pussy began to pulsate, and she knew she couldn't wait. The wine-spiked soft drink she'd mixed for him could wait until later. She broke his fierce kiss and took his hand.
"Come on, darling, down the hall, quickly!" Hyatt had called a few minutes ago to inform her that again he wouldn't be home until late, so there was no chance of his walking in on her and Fritz, but she locked the bedroom door anyway, just to be on the safe side.
She pulled down the teen's shorts, then kneeled in front of him to admire his hard-on. She kissed his balls, licked his cock, turned him around and kissed his ass. She spread his asscheeks and licked up and down his ass crack. The teen moaned, beating off, and Carol stopped his arm.
"Fritz, I don't want you shooting all over my carpet."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I want you shooting off inside me, instead!"
Fritz chuckled. "So do I."
She kicked off her high heels, then pulled off her blouse and skirt. She'd arrived home from the spa only ten minutes ago and hadn't yet had the chance to change into something more comfortable. She hadn't had the chance to take a shower or clean up in any way either, and the smell of the young mechanic and the muscular masseur were still all over her. Their fuck-juices still oozed from her asshole and cunt.
Naked, she embraced the sweaty teen and rubbed herself against him. His wet prick slid between their bellies.
"I could shoot off like this," he said, one hand feeling her tits.
"I'll bet you could, you horny devil. But that would be such a waste. The proper place for a prick to shoot off is inside a woman's body, not outside it."
She slid to her knees again and wrapped her hand around his rigid cock. As she bent it down, cock lube dripped from its pisshole, and she caught the sticky strand of lube on her tongue as it fell. Then she licked up and down his prickshaft, eating more cock lube as it bubbled out.
The teen had the hardest prick she'd ever felt. Even those two young bulls she'd fucked earlier today -- the mechanic and the masseur -- hadn't attained erections nearly as hard as this teen's.
"Suck!" the teen moaned.
Teasingly, Carol kissed his cock. Then she moved down to take his balls into her mouth one at a time, sucking them, tonguing them. His cock pulsed wildly in her hand, and she licked back up it, then devoured it.
"Awww, yeahhhh!" The teen rolled his eyes and curled his toes as Carol's wet lips slid down around the shaft of his cock.
His cockhead rubbed her tonsils, greasing them with cock lube. Every inch of his cock was buried in her face. She sucked, licked, bobbed her head. The teen felt tingles in his balls, felt tingles running through the core of his prick.
"Awwww man, suck it! Suck it off!"
Carol slipped a few fingers up her cunt, jerking herself off as she blew the teen. Fuck-slime leaked out of her pussy and filled her hand. She reached up and rubbed the sex juices on the teen's balls, between his legs, up and down his ass crack. She smeared the fluids on his belly, on his chest and nipples. She held her hand up so he could lick it. She smeared fuck-juices all over his flushed face, and he groaned as if drugged.
"I wanna eat you!" he said.
She pulled the spread and blankets off her bed and directed the teen to lie face-up on the bare sheets. Then she got up over him in the sixty-nine position, lowering her ass and crotch to his face. She grabbed his stiff cock again and bent it up. As the ring of her lips slid down his cock, she rubbed her pussy in his mouth. He growled like a hungry dog, licking, sucking, nuzzling. The teen spread her pussylips, lapping deeply between them. He sucked on the sensitive flesh between her asshole and cunt. He spread her asscheeks and slurped at the tasty cleft between them. Her asshole pulsated, and he kissed it. He rammed his tongue up her asshole, licking her out.
When the teen wiggled his tongue up her sizzling cunt hole, thrills shot through her loins. Her entire body prickled with excitement and desire. She sucked the teen's cock so hard he thought she was going to suck it right out of his loins and swallow it. A rush of tingling fire saturated the loins of both the woman and the teen simultaneously, and their bodies shook with the first currents of orgasm.
The teen whimpered, fucking his cock in Carol's mouth as he shot his jism against her tonsils. His hairless balls performed a throbbing dance before Carol's eyes as they pumped out their spunky load. As she guzzled the jizz out of his prick, she drilled a wet finger up his asshole and stabbed at his prostate. He shuddered violently, grunting as more cum exploded from his cock.
Their fuck-spasms were synchronized. The pleasure shot through both their bodies with identical rhythms. Carol's fuck-holes opened and closed, clutching, contracting, oozing juices.
The lust-mad teen licked and gnawed, tonguefucked and sucked, growled and nuzzled. His face was drenched with her juices. Her cunt hairs stuck to his cheeks, got caught between his teeth. He alternately attacked her asshole and cunt, sucking as much fuck-slime out of her as he could, gnawing all the writhing female fuck-meat he could get his teeth into.
His teeth and lips and tongue were electric. Carol screamed as repeated waves of hot sensations exploded in her.
They moved against each other, eating each other, until neither of them could stand having their supersensitive fuck-meat stimulated for another second. Then they rolled apart, lying beside each other on the bed, trying to catch their breaths, trying to clear their heads. They were both drenched with sweat. The teen's face looked as if it had been pelted with raw egg whites.
They lay there relaxing, sighing softly, their sides touching. The teen's cock was still stiff, and he began to massage it.
"Doesn't it ever get soft?" Carol said.
"Sometimes," the teen said.
He stroked her tits and she caressed his balls. In less than a minute, both of them were writhing again.
Carol got up on her hands and knees. "Pretend you're a dog. Stick it in from behind."
"Wow!" The bay couldn't get up behind her fast enough. He guided his rigid fuck-tool between the swollen slabs of her pussy and worked it up her cunt. "Yeahhhh!"
"Mmmmm, marvelous!" Carol rubbed her ass against his smooth belly, wiggled her cunt on his prick.
"This feels better than the other way," the teen said, humping at her ass, fucking his cock in and out. "It feels really hot to have your rear end pressed to my stomach. Mnn, yeahhhh!"
"Wonderful!" Carol moaned. "You fuck so well, darling! Your prick is so hot! Fuck faster!"
"Aww, yeahhh!" The teen bore down, grinding his cock in and out, smacking his hard belly against her ass and making them both gasp.
Carol squealed as the hot prick pistoned between her cuntlips, as it fucked deep in her pussy hole. She arched her back and turned up her ass, giving him a good view of her beautiful asscheeks and asshole. He gripped her hips, humping wildly, watching his cock plunge in her pussy. His tongue dangled, dripping saliva.
"Man, I'm gonna come quick!"
"Not yet!" Carol wiggled herself out of his hold and pulled her cunt off his cock. "Not yet, darling. First I want you to stick it up my ass!"
"What?"
"Stick it up my asshole! I love it that way!"
"You mean, cornhole you!"
"Yes darling, cornhole me," Carol said with a laugh. She remembered Richard having used the word cornhole too, and she thought it funny.
"It'll hurt," the teen said.
"Not if I relax," Carol said. "What's the matter, don't you wanna do it?"
"Yeah, I wanna do it!"
"Then stick it in!"
"Oh, fuck!"
He spread her asscheeks and shoved his slick cock between them. Gripping her hips tightly, he thrust.
Carol held her breath, wiggled her ass. The elastic ring of her asspucker gave way and the teen's prick fucked to the hilt up her asshole. It was searing hot, throbbing. Carol felt no [missing text].
"Ohhh, darling, your prick feels so good!"
"Yeahhhhh!" the teen moaned. "It feels great! Your asshole is so fucking tight -- and hot! Man, I'm gonna fuck it!"
Carol panted as the teen fucked his prick in and out. She felt not only the sensations of fucking, but the pleasant sensations of taking a shit as well. There was an added dimension to getting fucked up the ass that getting fucked in the cunt lacked.
Carol was grateful to Richard for having introduced her to this new kind of fuck-pleasure. She dreaded to think that without Richard's prodding, she might never have experienced the pleasures of ass-fucking.
"Fuck my ass," she growled, rotating her ass, squirming like a worm on a hook. "Cornhole me!"
"Oh, fuck, this is hot!" The teen hugged Carol's loins, grinding his fucker in her asshole, rubbing his belly at her ass. He hunched over her, licking her back, biting right through her hair at the back of her neck.
Carol moaned, twisting her head from side to side, churning her ass as the teen reamed her out. As his teeth sank into her neck flesh, her body flashed alternatively with heat and chills. Her guts quivered. Her asshole undulated and sucked. She reached between her legs and started to jerk herself off.
"Awwwww, I can't hold it much longer!" The teen squirmed on top of her, grinding his body against her naked back and ass, working his cock in hard circles in her gripping asshole.
Carol fingerfucked furiously, crazy to bring herself off with him. Fritz had a short fuse compared to Richard, and she had to work on her pussy to bring on a quick orgasm if she wanted to come with him. The fuck-pleasure pulsed through her loins, mounting in intensity with each wiggle of her fingers in her pussy and with each twisting thrust of the teen's cock in her asshole.
"I'm close!" she panted. "Oh Fritz, screw me! Fuck me hard!"
As the teen launched into a final frenzy of humping, Carol nearly rammed her hand up her cunt. The fuck-sensation surged through her loins. Fritz's cock turned steel hard inside her ass.
The teen snapped his head back and gasped, firing his first molten jizz-wads up her asshole. As his jism splashed in her ass guts, Carol's loins tingled with fuck-tension and exploded inside. She wailed as the spasms racked her body.
"Cream me!" she growled. "I wanna feel it! Oh yessss, oh fuck!"
The teen writhed against her back, biting her neck fiercely as he pumped his spunk up her asshole. He moaned and mumbled, jerked and spurted, his eyes rolling, his toes clawing at the mattress. His cock was buried up her shitter to the hilt, grinding inside her ass as he shot his cum-load.
Her asshole walls undulated around his cock, squeezing it, sucking it, drawing the waves of fuck-pleasure through his prick. He felt the delicious sensations throughout his loins, in his belly, down his legs.
Carol laughed as the fuck-tension exploded in her body. She cooed as the waves of sensation flowed through her. She could feel the spurts of hot jism splashing in her ass guts. She could feel the teen's cock flexing and quivering inside her.
"Oh darling, you make me feel so good!" she crooned. She kept squirming under him until she'd milked every drop of cum from his cock. Then she collapsed forward on the mattress, bringing him down with her, on top of her.
They sighed in unison, their fuck-organs still coupled.
Carol was closing her eyes, was about to slide into a blissful snooze, when she caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of one eye. Something had moved outside one of the bedroom windows. She raised her head and looked.
Nothing. Nothing out there now but trees and grass, flowers and shrubs.
Thinking she was imagining things, she began to close her eyes again, but another flicker of movement caused her to jerk her head up. Again, she saw only the familiar grass and shrubs of her back yard.
She rolled Fritz off her and got up. "Where are you going?" Fritz mumbled. She ignored him and went to the window, pressing her face close to the glass.
"Hey Carol, come on back. I wanna feel you some more."
"Jesus Christ!" Carol said.
It had taken her a few seconds to see them, pressed up against the side of the house as they were, but now she saw them clearly -- three teens, three hard pricks, three pumping fists. She jerked open the window, letting in a blast of hot air from outside.
"All right, I see you guys! Don't run, or I'll call the police! Come to the back door this instant! I mean it, I'll call the police if you run!"
She hoped her lie sounded convincing. The last thing in the world she would do would be to call the police. Hello, police? I'd like to report three window peekers who just watched me fuck the teen. No way!
"What's happening?" Fritz said. He sat at the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes and frowning. His prick was still rigid, standing against his belly.
"Window peekers," Carol said. "Three guys about your age."
"Shit!" Fritz said. "They weren't supposed to..." His voice trailed off.
"Fritz!" Carol said, then just shook her head. It didn't pay to scold him. The damage was done.
"I'm sorry," the teen said. "I didn't think they'd come around here. I didn't even think they believed me."
"It's all right," Carol said. "It's all right." Without bothering to put on a robe or anything else, she went to meet the intruders.
Chapter Eight
The three teens stood red-faced at the back door of the kitchen, their cocks stuffed back in their pants. When Carol showed up naked, however, lecherous grins came over their faces and their shame at having been caught window peeking was blown away in a wave of common lust.
"Come in," Carol said, holding the door open.
As they filed in, each of them managed to brush against her, their bare shoulders sliding along her nipples. They were all shirtless, two of them in shorts, one of them in jeans.
"Hey, you nerds! What the fuck you doing here?" Fritz entered the kitchen from the hall, a scowl on his face, his hands on his hips. He was still naked, and his cock still pointed at the ceiling.
"It's all right, Fritz," Carol said. "What's done is done. Would you mind introducing your friends to me?"
Grudgingly, Fritz introduced the three intruders, mumbling their names as he pointed them out. The chubby one with the paunch hanging over his jeans was Ted. The redhead with braces on his teeth was Mark. And the blond teen was Ronnie.
As Fritz made the introductions, the three teens never took their eyes off Carol. They were hypnotized by her tits, by her blonde haired cunt. They exuded so much sexual tension that Carol could feel it like electricity in the air.
"Why did you put your cocks away, guys?" Carol said. "I never got the chance to get a good look at them. How about giving me another chance?"
The teens smirked lecherously as they hauled out their pricks, which were so stiff and swollen that all three teens were forced to lower their pants to free them.
"Let's go," Carol said. "Let them stand by themselves." She moved toward the teens, appraising their cocks. "Very nice! Wonderfully stiff!"
She took hold of each cock in turn, milking it from base to tip, making each teen moan and tremble. Their cocks were all so hard! As she felt each one, she imagined it fucking into her cunt, searing her fluffy cuntal walls.
"Take off your clothes," she said. "Join the party."
"Hey Carol," Fritz said, not sounding too pleased by the turn of events.
Carol kissed him, caressed his cock. "Relax, darling, you're still my favorite. You'll always be my favorite. Now why don't you sit down and rest awhile? I think you could use a little rest."
"All right, I guess so," Fritz said. He still didn't sound too pleased.
The three teens stood before Carol without a stitch on, their three rigid cocks twitching. Except in size, the three cocks looked identical. Strangely, the tallest and heaviest teen, Ted, the chubby teen with the paunch, had a cock shorter than did Ronnie, the smallest of the three teens. Mark, the redhead, had the largest cock of the three.
"Turn left," Carol ordered the teens, and she viewed their cocks in profile. "Now turn right. Good! Now turn all the way around. That's it. Okay, bend over."
She smiled to herself as she had the teens display themselves to her like slaves on an auction block. They deserved a little humiliation for their window-peeking mischief, and she took a wicked satisfaction in making them perform.
"Spread those cheeks, guys. Come on, spread 'em!"
Fritz, who had been sitting at the edge of the kitchen table with a sour face, started to laugh. "Hey, you nerds, I can see your assholes!"
"Shut up, dick-face!" yelled Ted.
"No fighting, you guys," Carol said. "All right, you three, about face! Hands on your hips!"
As the three teens swung around, Carol was waiting for them -- on her knees. From her new vantage point, their cocks appeared even larger and sexier, and her mouth watered.
Ronnie, who was standing directly in front of her, looked down. "Kiss my nuts!" he said.
She did. Then she started to lick his balls. The teen grabbed his cock, jacking it.
"No!" Carol said. She stopped his hand. "Hand on your hips!"
"Suck it!" Ronnie moaned.
Carol held his cock at the base. As she teased the length of his horny cockrod with the tip of her tongue, she watched his face contort with pleasure. She licked the edges of his plump, dark-flushed cockhead. She kissed his pleasure strand and felt his cock lurch.
"Ohhhh!" he groaned, his eyes rolling back. "Ohhh, mannn!"
Carol swallowed his cock to the base, bobbed her head, slid the tight ring of her lips up and down the veiny cockshaft.
"Oh, God!" Ronnie arched his back, thrusting his hips forward. He gripped Carol's head and started to fuck her throat.
She gagged as his cockhead pounded her tonsils. She grabbed his hips and forced him away. "Not so fast!"
"I wanna come!" Ronnie said.
"You'll come, darling, in good time." She moved over to Ted.
His balls smelled sweatier than Ronnie's, and she took a long time licking them. The chubby teen watched her, open-mouthed, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing -- a naked woman with big tits, down on her knees in front of him, licking his balls as if they'd been dipped in honey. When she swallowed his cock, his eyes nearly popped out and his legs shook.
"Suck it off!" he said.
But Carol bobbed her head only a dozen times or so before pulling away.
She was just getting warmed up.
She gave Mark's balls a quick tongue bath, then sucked his cock right up.
"Suck me!" he lisped through his braces. "Man, suck me!"
As she smacked her lips and bobbed her head, she fucked a few fingers up her pussy. She had to resist the urge to suck the teen to orgasm as she jerked herself off. She released his cock, then pulled her fingers out of her cunt and rubbed her fuck-juices on his balls.
The teens had all seen about as much as they could stand, had all been teased about as much as they could take. The scent of pussy went to their heads like a powerful drug, and they went for her. Carol was about to stand up when Ronnie grabbed her from behind and jerked her ass up at him. Carol fell forward on her hands and knees as he dropped down behind her and mounted her. Like the cock of a randy billy goat, his cock found her cunt hole instantly and disappeared inside it.
"Maaannnn!" the teen moaned. "Fuck!" His stiff prick plunged in her pussy, making wild squishing noises. His flat belly smacked her ass like a rapidly clapping hand. He humped like a dog, his tongue hanging out, his loins thrusting with uncanny speed.
Carol gasped, wiggling her ass. "Oh, Ronnie!"
She'd planned to take the teens in her bedroom and fuck them properly, but it appeared she'd teased them too long. Their randy teen pricks would not be denied another moment.
"Get off her! Let me fuck her!" Ted said. He grabbed Ronnie and hauled the other guy off Carol's ass.
"Guys..." Carol said, but her words became a gasp as Ted fucked his prick up her pussy.
The chubby teen, his belly slapping against Carol's ass, fucked almost as rapidly as Ronnie had. His prick was slightly shorter than Ronnie's, but it was just as stiff and just as hot, and Carol moaned as the fuck-itch saturated her loins.
"Damn you." Ronnie said, and yanked Ted off her by the hair.
As Ted and Ronnie wrestled on the kitchen floor, Mark took the opportunity to jump on Carol's ass and shove his cock where the other two cocks had been. He panted to the rhythm of his fucking, getting in as many fuck-strokes as he could before Ted and Ronnie realized what was happening and hauled him off Carol as if he were their common enemy.
Over at the kitchen table, Fritz was laughing as he looked on. "You dumb nerds!"
"Guys!" Carol shouted. "We're all going into the bedroom now -- and you're all going to fuck me."
"Me first," Ronnie said.
"I'm first!" shouted Ted.
"You're all first!" said Carol. "Now quiet down!"
They stepped on each others heels scrambling after her as she marched to the bedroom. Fritz trailed behind, stroking his cock.
Although Carol had no experience with group sex, she had seen a few X-rated movies, so she wasn't completely ignorant as to the possibilities. She instructed Ted to lie on his back on the bed, and she straddled him at the waist. As his cock fucked into her cunt, she lay stretching forward on top of him, maintaining the grip of her cunt around his quivering prick.
She kissed him and told him to relax. His cock squirmed inside her like a trapped snake.
"Okay, Mark, you're next. Sink that beauty of yours up my ass."
The redhead gulped as he mounted her. "Up your ass?"
Carol reached back and grabbed his cock. "That's what I said, darling." She rubbed his cock up and down between her asscheeks, then guided it against her asshole. "Push!"
His cock fucked into her jism-greased asshole as if it had been buttered. Both she and Mark groaned.
"I just shot off in there," Fritz announced. "Not more than five minutes ago, I fucked a wad up her ass."
"We know," Ronnie said. "We saw you. We saw everything you did, pussylips!"
"Shut up!" said Fritz.
"Ronnie, get up here in front of me! Stick your prick in my mouth." Carol squirmed between Ted and Mark as they fucked their cocks inside her.
Ronnie sat on his heels in front of Carol. He sank his cock to the hilt down her throat, grabbed her head and started to fuck. "Suck it! Tongue it!"
Carl relaxed her throat to avoid choking. Ronnie was the shrimp of the group, but he was also the roughest, the wildest. He cared only about pleasuring his cock, and he fucked Carol's mouth as if it were her cunt.
"Aw man, suck it!"
Carol kept her lips tight. She used her tongue sparingly as he fucked his cock in and out. His prick squirmed, nearly splitting from its skin, and the teen tossed his blond head deliriously. She controlled her cock-sucking so as to delay the onset of his orgasm. She knew she could set him off with a few well-placed flicks of her tongue whenever she wanted to.
Ted and Mark groaned in unison, their pricks working in her loins, sliding against each other inside her, separated only by the thin partition of flesh between her ass guts and cunt hole. As Mark's cock fucked in Carol's asshole, Fritz's jism leaked out of her ass and drenched the balls of both teens. The balls of the teens rubbed together, slick with cum, slick with pussy juice. Their hot pricks wiggled and screwed inside her as she writhed between their grinding bodies.
If her mouth hadn't been stuffed with Ronnie's cock, Carol would have gibbered and babbled like a lunatic. All she could do with a mouthful of cock was grunt and moan. Her eyes rolled, glazed with lust and sensation. Ronnie dug his nails into her flushed cheeks, grinding his prick in her throat.
"Suck!" the lust-crazy teen growled. "Make me cream!"
"Feels so good!" Mark moaned. He clawed the back of her neck as he fucked her asshole.
Ted squirmed under her, his chubby hands wedged between their chests so he could feel her tits. Due to Carol's writhing, and to Mark's cock rubbing against his cock, Ted didn't have to move much to feel the pleasure shoot through his fuck-rod. He squirmed sensuously, the tension mounting in his loins. His toes curled and he strained his loins upward.
"Fuck!" he groaned. "Damn!"
The three teens muttered and moaned in unison, becoming hotter and more delirious by the moment, grinding their splitting-hard teen pricks in Carol's wet fuck-holes. Carol worked on all three cocks simultaneously, sucking with all three of her fuck-holes, making mouths of her asshole and cunt, making a cunt of her mouth. The tension mounted in her body until her nipples and toes were ready to explode with it.
Fritz jerked off excitedly as he looked on. He no longer had any control over his hands. He knew Carol didn't like him wasting his spunk, but all her fuck-holes were filled right now, and his prick was ready to explode. As he pumped his cock, the fuck-tension got tighter and tighter in it.
He got off almost as much on watching Carol get fucked as he did on fucking her. He no longer resented the intrusion of the other three teens. In fact, he was glad now that they'd come over. He'd never seen anything so hot -- Carol taking on three cocks at once.
He moved around the bed, cock in hand, watching the four naked bodies writhe, watching cocks fuck in and out of Carol's juicy cunt and asshole, in and out of her mouth. The smells of pussy and cum and ass made him high. The sight of his own cum on the other teens' balls turned him on. The sound of all that squishing and sucking and moaning filled his head and made the core of his cock pulse with fuck-itch. He moved up close, ready to unload on Carol's face.
Carol heard the rhythmic, flesh-slapping sound of Fritz's hand working on his cock. She saw the fuck-lube dripping from his piss hole as he beat his meat just inches from her face. She hungered for his cock, but she already had a cock down her throat, and Ronnie's warm fuck lube was already running down her gullet.
Ronnie's balls tightened, tingled. Fuck pleasure pulsed through his cock. "Suck!" he growled. "Suck!" He humped at her office, grinding his cock in her throat. "Suck the cream!"
Ronnie's excitement spread to the other teens. Mark and Ted sounded like two growling dogs as they fucked their pricks in Carol's asshole and cunt. They crushed Carol between their sweaty bodies, trying to fuse their flesh with hers, trying to weld their cocks inside her forever.
Ronnie exploded cum into Carol's throat. His belly muscles danced. Hot fuck-cream splashed against Carol's tonsils, slid down her throat in slimy gobs.
"Eat me!" Ronnie moaned. "Suck it out!" Carol cooed as she guzzled down the sweet, alkaline fuck-cream. She sucked to the rhythm of the teen's orgasmic contractions. Her asshole and cunt sucked to the rhythm of her mouth, and the two cocks in her loins swelled. Mark and Ted gasped in unison as their cum spurted into her.
"Oh, God!" Mark grunted, hammering his belly at Carol's ass as he pumped his cum-load up her asshole.
Ted squirmed under Carol, his cock flexing and spurting inside her. Crushed as he was under two bodies, he couldn't swing his hips freely, so he lay there writhing as Carol's contracting cunt milked the jism out of his cock.
Carol quivered and tingled in every cell of her body. The fuck-sensation surged through her. She gazed through lust-blurred eyes at the glossy, blood-engorged head of Fritz's cock, saw the jism erupt from his piss hole as his first hot spurt splashed in her face.
Fritz and Carol groaned in unison. The three teens on Carol gasped as her spasming fuckholes nearly popped the heads off their supersensitive pricks. Carol writhed, sandwiched between two teens, her mouth filled with the cock of a third, her face splashed by the cum of a fourth. Jism filled her cunt and asshole. Jism ran down her throat. Jism slid in globs down her face.
When Fritz had finished shooting, he rubbed his cock on her face, smearing his cum all over it. Ronnie pulled his cock out of her mouth and smeared it on her face, too.
"Dirty boys," she muttered, giggling. Then she stuck her tongue out for another taste of cock.
They took turns dipping their cocks in her mouth, letting her suck them clean.
"Dirty lady," Ronnie said. He slapped his wet cock back and forth across her face.
He had to piss so bad that he couldn't quite hold it, and some piss dribbled out on her nose.
She stuck her tongue out, flicking it at the tip of her nose. The teen's piss tasted bitter. She made a face. She took another taste, licking the yellow piss drops directly off Ronnie's cock. Instead of frowning this time, she smiled.
"Let's go to the bathroom," she said. "Quickly!"
She marched to the bathroom, followed by a line of groggy-headed teens with aching bladders.
Chapter Nine
She had seen women pissed on in one of those popular X-rated movies she'd viewed. In another of those movies, she had seen a woman actually drink the piss of a man. The sight had both fascinated and disgusted her, excited her and repulsed her. Although she knew that some women did such things, she had never imagined herself doing them.
Until now.
Until late on this sunny, summer afternoon with her husband at work and herself alone in her air-conditioned house with four naked teenagers, all of whom had fucked her, all of whom had fed her their randy cocks, all of whom would do whatever she asked of them -- she was sure of it.
She wanted to be pissed on. She wanted to be pissed in. She wanted to feel hot male piss splash on her tits, on her face, on her belly and toes. She wanted to taste piss, to drink it. She wanted to feel piss squirting inside her body, filling her cunt, her asshole. She thought she must be out of her mind, but she knew without a doubt that this was what she wanted.
She lay in the bathtub, looking up at four naked teens who stared back at her as if she'd lost her mind. Their cocks dangled at half mast after their orgasms, even Fritz's now, and she imagined the four cocks as four spigots, four hoses, four squirt guns.
"Pee on me," she said. "All of you, pee on me. Pee all over me!"
The teens hesitated, as if they hadn't heard her right, as if their minds were trying to decipher some strange language she'd used. Ronnie, whose cock had already lost a few drops of piss in the bedroom, was the first to respond.
With a wicked grip, he climbed in the tub with her, straddling her with his feet, and he aimed his cock at her face. His piss gushed out in a thick stream, yellow and hot.
Carol gasped as the hot shower hit her. Piss splashed on her neck, in her face, all over her tits. Ronnie giggled demonically as he bent his fat prick this way and that, directing his piss stream against her mouth, her nipples. She raised her arms and he showered her armpits.
Carol kept gasping, half laughing. Piss stung her eyes. Piss ran up her nose. She winced and giggled. As piss leaked into her mouth, as it ran down her throat and she got used to the acrid flavor, she dared to open up and let Ronnie piss directly down her throat. In his wicked excitement, the teen squatted over Carol, sat on her piss-drenched tits, and stuffed his squirting cock in her gaping mouth.
"Drink my pee?" he growled, a sadistic smirk on his tanned face. "First she drinks my cum, now she drinks my pee. She's a real bitch."
Carol swallowed each time her throat filled with piss. As the teen's piss flow subsided, she sucked his piss tube dry. His cock began to swell and harden, but she forced him away. She wasn't ready yet for more hard prick. She had three more floppy pricks to drain of their piss loads before she was ready for more hard cock.
The other teens assisted her by hauling Ronnie out of the tub. They were all anxious to unload their bladders, before their cocks got too stiff to piss.
Ted climbed in the tub, standing at her feet. She spread her raised legs and tugged apart her cuntlips, inviting him to piss on her open cunt. He grunted as he got his piss stream going. The hot yellow fluid splashed against her crotch, ran down her asscrack, trickled down the drain.
"Shove it in me!" she said, hating the thought of all tint wonderful hot piss escaping down the drain.
The fat teen got down on her. Though his cock was still shooting piss, it had swelled hard enough to penetrate her fuck-hole. As his fucker slipped up her cunt, heir loins filled with heat. Piss flooded her womb, overflowed her cunt. Continuing to pies, the excited teen started fucking, plunging his cock in her fluid-filled cunt. Pins and jizz ran out of her. As the teen's piss flow stopped, she tried, to push him away.
"Get him off me!" she said.
But even the other three teens couldn't get Ted off her. He was determined to have his pleasure, and his chubby ass bounced between her legs until he grunted like a boar and pumped his jizz into her.
Carol wrapped her legs around him, rocking her loins as she helped milk the cum out of him. He squirmed and moaned, his prick flexing inside her. She stroked his back and kissed him.
"That ain't fair!" Ronnie said. "I didn't get to come, but he does!"
"You'll get to come," Carol said.
"When?"
"Just as soon as Ted gets off me."
Ronnie wasted no time. The moment Mark and Fritz had succeeded in prying Ted from between Carol's legs, Ronnie took Ted's place, ramming his stiff prick up her cunt with one smooth fuck-thrust. He growled, letting go completely, fucking as hard and fast as he wanted, rubbing himself against Carol in a frenzy of youthful passion.
Carol panted under his thrusting. As he chewed into her tits, into her neck, she moaned. Piss and cum oozed from her cunt-hole and rolled down her asscrack. Ronnie's stiff cock filed against her clit and made her shriek from the intense fuck-sensation. The tension in her loins surged.
"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Oh, yesss!"
"Me too!" gasped the teen. His cum streamed into her.
They writhed together, the spasms ripping through their coupled loins. Ronnie sucked up a mouthful of her tit flesh and gnawed it. She screamed as the spasms intensified throughout her body. Ronnie's cum splashed in her cunt. His face contorted as if he were being tortured.
When the woman and the teen had stopped coming, Fritz and Mark lifted Ronnie's dead weight off Carol. Ronnie groaned as if he'd been shot.
"Now for my ass," Carol said, struggling up to her hands and knees. "Fill up my asshole -- with pee!"
Mark's cock was bone hard as he stepped into the tub. Half squatting behind Carol, he shoved his prick up her asshole. He began to fuck, moaning.
"Piss in me!" Carol said. "Don't fuck me, piss in me!"
"I can't," Mark said. "It's too hard."
"Try!" Carol exclaimed.
"I can't! I've gotta come first!"
Fritz climbed in the tub in front of Carol. Half squatting, he bent his rigid cock down and rubbed it against Carol's lips.
"Suck me off," he said. "If you want my pee, suck me off first."
Carol swallowed his cock. If she didn't get the piss she craved now, she'd get it later -- after she'd milked more jizz out of this horny pair.
As fuck-thrills shot through her body, she gyrated her ass and bobbed her head. Two stiff cocks plunged in and out of her, one up her asshole, the other in her mouth. She reached between her legs, finger-fucking herself, rubbing her clit. Piss and cum ran out of her pussy, drenching her hand.
As the fuck-tension mounted in her body, it didn't take her long to bring Mark off. He grunted as he ejaculated up her clutching asshole, his cock fucking in and out with quick, sharp thrusts, his cum spurting in rhythmic jets.
Carol twisted her fingers inside herself, desperate to come. As she churned her asshole on Mark's cum-spurting prick, she munched on Fritz's cock, slobbering all over it, churning her tongue up and down the underside of his cock as it fucked in and out of her throat.
"Uhhhh!" Fritz grunted. "Awwww!" He shot his cum so hard against Carol's tonsils that she gagged. "Eat it, Carol, suck it out!"
He clutched her head, fucking rhythmically at her face as he worked his cock in front of her, just as Mark was still in a half-squat behind her. He kept humping until his spasms had stopped and the last drops of cum oozed from his cock.
As their cocks softened inside Carol, the two teens relaxed the muscles that controlled their bladders. They sighed as their piss flowed into Carol's body.
Carol groaned with satisfaction, sucking the piss out of Fritz, contracting her asshole and milking the piss out of Mark. As piss overflowed her asshole, as it leaked from the corners of her mouth, as it ran down her legs and neck, she squirmed as if an electric prod had been shoved up her ass. Her hand jerked between her legs. The piss and jism leaked out of her cunt. Her fingers sizzled in her pussy. She shuddered as the fuck-tension exploded inside her.
"She's coming!" Mark gasped, fucking his pissing cock in her asshole. "Oh, Jesus, what an ass!"
As Fritz and Mark pissed into Carol, Ronnie and Ted began to piss on her. Their bladder juice splashed on her skin, running down her sides and tits, dripping from her nipples. Ted pissed on her legs and feet. She continued to spasm as she bathed in the piss, as she guzzled it, as she nearly drowned in piss.
Her pleasure spent, Carol collapsed in the tub as the four teens milked their cocks and shook the last of their piss off on her. The drops of piss fell like warm rain on her naked skin. All she could smell was piss. All she could taste was piss. She was filled with piss and covered with it.
I must be out of my mind, she thought.
"From now on, whenever I gotta pee, I'm coming over here," Ronnie said, grinning wickedly down at Carol. He flicked a few drops of piss on her face.
What have I got myself into? she thought. What if Hyatt ever finds out?
Chapter Ten
By the time Hyatt arrived home that evening, Carol was too wound up to care about his ever finding out about her sexual activities of the last two days.
After the four teens had left late this afternoon, she'd spent an hour cleaning up the mess she and they had made. She'd scrubbed the tub out with PineSol to get rid of the strong scent of pigs. She'd cleaned herself up and taken a long shower. She'd douched her asshole and cunt, thinking to herself as she did so that she was becoming a human toilet, a filthy slut. Clean and dry, she'd resolved to get hold of herself again and to stop behaving worse than a common whore. She wouldn't let herself go on like this or she'd end up in the gutter.
She ate a light dinner -- alone. Twice, she let the phone ring itself out, refusing to answer it for fear it was Fritz or one of the other teens. She had to be crazy, getting involved with them. If she continued as she had been, they'd spread the news and soon she'd be fucking every teen in town -- or doing things worse than fucking. She really must have lost her head when she'd begged them to piss on her, to piss inside her, for Christsake!
The evening passed slowly -- too slowly -- and the TV shows became unbearably boring, and soon her cunt began to itch, to throb, and images of the cocks she'd fucked these last two days paraded through her mind -- the cocks of the four teens, the cock of that service station attendant, the enormous cock of. Richard at the spa. To take her mind off those cocks and her shameful misdeeds, she forced herself to read the articles in "TV Guide".
Her eyes had traveled aver the words of each article several times by the time Hyatt waddled in the door at 9:30, but her mind had refused to record even one of them. Her mind focused on cock, on sex, on pleasure, and by the time Hyatt entered the living room where she was stretched out on the couch, she was in such a state of heat that she was ready to rape him again, as she'd raped him last night.
"I'm going straight to bed," Hyatt announced the moment he saw her. "I've had a long day, and I'll have to go in extra early tomorrow to make up for being late this morning -- thanks to you." He gave her an arrogant look and disappeared down the hall.
Well, fuck you! Carol thought.
She imagined tying him down and riding that uncut cock of his until her cunt had vacuumed him so dry that he wouldn't be able to walk for a month, let alone go to work. The nerve of that man -- blaming her for his being late this morning!
She marched to the bedroom to tell him off. He was lying face-up on his bed with his eyes closed. She hadn't taken two steps into the room when his eyes opened.
"Don't get any funny ideas," he said. "I need my sleep. If you try doing again what you did last night, I'm sending you straight to a psychiatrist in the morning, and I'm not kidding." He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at her.
"Sweet dreams," Carol said. "Sweet dreams of money."
She wheeled on her heel and left the room, snapping off the lights on her way out. To have said any more to him would have been a waste of breath. He was hopeless.
She slipped on her shoes, picked up her purse, and a minute later found herself driving into the night without any destination in mind.
"The old fool!" she mumbled. "To hell with him!"
She didn't need him to make her happy, to keep her satisfied. If he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing nothing but working and sleeping, then let him. It was his life. But he wasn't going to tell her how to live, either. She'd have her fun, and to hell, with him if he discovered what kind of fun she was having! If anybody was going to end up seeing a psychiatrist, it would be Hyatt, not her.
Ten minutes later, she found herself pulling into the back parking lot of the Zebra Adult Bookstore. She'd never been to one of these places, and it was about time she found out what was behind those flashing lights and blacked out windows. The unlit parking lot was half filled with cars. She locked her car doors quickly and hurried into the store by the back door.
The moment she stepped inside, she realized she was the only woman in the place. The dozen or so men browsing at the magazine racks looked her over as if she were an alien creature, as if they'd never seen a living woman before. The cloud of smoke that hovered in the air made her eyes water.
"Evening, ma'am," said the young man behind the counter. "There's a 50-cent entry fee, but ladies get in free."
"Thank you," Carol said. "I just want to look around."
"Take all the time you want," the clerk said. "There's a 15-minute browsing limit -- except for ladies."
"Thank you," Carol said, feeling self-conscious about the preferential treatment she was receiving. She wondered if this form of discrimination was legal.
She started to look around.
She had never seen so many pussies in her life. The walls appeared papered with pictures of wide open pussies, with pictures of women in every imaginable position showing off their spread pussies. There were blondes and brunettes and redheads. There, were fat women and thin women, middle-aged women and young women, women with balloon-like tits and small, pert tit-cones. The magazines showing these women were lined up on racks that stretched from floor to ceiling. There were so many pussies displayed that Carol could almost smell them.
Carol felt self-conscious, but she couldn't take her eyes off all these wet cunts. The more she looked at the pictures of women spreading themselves wide open for the camera, displaying their juicy crotch meat for the world to see, the more she got turned on. She found herself wanting to lick those pussies, to taste them.
Now I know I'm losing my mind, she thought. But she couldn't help herself. She was too wound up. Her cunt throbbed.
She noticed magazines that showed men and women fucking, men and women sucking. She found magazines that showed men only, men displaying their hard cocks. She found a magazine in which two women were licking each other's pussy.
They look like they're enjoying it, she thought.
She discovered a sex-toys display: rubber cocks that looked real, rubber cunts that looked real, all kinds of strange gadgets and devices that set the wheels of Carol's imagination churning.
These might be fun to play with, she mused. She realized she was being watched. All the men in the store, including the clerk, were paying more attention to her than to the naked women in the magazines. She began to feel uneasy, almost panicky. She knew it was time to leave.
Impulsively, she chose the largest solid-rubber cock on the display rack -- a cock even larger than Richard's -- and she took it to the cash register.
"We have peep shows in the back room," the clerk said as he rang up her purchase and shoved it into a brown paper bag.
"Maybe next time," Carol said. She took her package and left.
After the glaring fluorescent lights inside the store, the parking lot seemed twice as dark as it had been when she'd arrived. She could hardly find her car. When she did, she fumbled several seconds before she managed to insert her key in her car door.
"Need some help?"
She jumped. She could just make out the dark silhouette of a tall man standing near her. She hadn't heard him approach.
"Thank you, but I can manage."
He moved closer. "I saw what you bought in the bookstore," he said. "What's a built woman like you need a rubber one for? You could have your pick of any real prick in town."
"I bought it for the fun of it," Carol said. "I'll bet you did! You look like a woman who likes to have fun." He reached for her, but before she could pull away, he'd placed her hand on something hot, hard, and moist. "How'd you like to have fun with, this?"
Her hand shaking, she felt his cock up and down. She couldn't believe all this hard meat belonged to one cock. It was larger even than the rubber cock she'd bought.
"Go down on it," the man whispered. "Give me some head." He pushed her to her knees beside the car.
She wished for some light so she could see what she was chewing on. The guy's prick was so thick that she could hardly get her mouth around it, so long that she could swallow no more than the cockhead and a third of his cockshaft.
"Real good!" the man said. "I can tell you're experienced."
His pre-cum ran down her throat and she guzzled it greedily. She rubbed her hands up and down his prickshaft. As he opened his pants to release his balls, she weighed them in her hands and squeezed them. His balls were huge, like hard-boiled eggs, and his ball sac was hairy and moist.
"Yeah, squeeze my nuts! I love that!"
He had a deep voice. She was sure he was incredibly handsome. Too bad she couldn't see his face.
Her cunt throbbed and the pussy cream trickled down her inner thighs. She reached up under her skirt to rub her cunt as she sucked and licked the man's cock. She wasn't wearing any panties. She knew it would be no trouble at all to fuck him.
She pulled her mouth off his cock, stroking it as she rose to her feet. "Stick it in me! I wanna be fucked!"
"I'll make it come right out your mouth, lady."
He lifted her as if she were a plastic doll and laid her on the hood of her car. As he pulled her legs around his hips, he pushed up her skirt, feeling her loins and ass. She trembled, so hot that her pussy juice dribbled out and leaked down the fender.
"Hold on," he said, and he fucked into her.
"Uhhhh!" Carol arched up, gasping as she twisted her head from side to side. It felt as if an arm had been rammed up her pussy. His prickhead throbbed in her depths. Her toes curled in her high heels, and one of her shoes fell off.
"Fuck me!" she mumbled, burning up with heat and fuck-itch. "Oh God, fuck me!"
The man gripped her at the waist, grinding his cock in and out. Fuck juice dribbled out of her, running down the car fender. His prick made squishing noises inside her pussy.
"You're a juicy one, ain't you! You don't find that many really juicy women anymore these days. They all seem to be drying up, like before the sexual revolution."
His hands nearly encircled her waist. He jerked her back and forth on his cock as if she were a small girl instead of a fully grown woman. His cock rammed to the pit of her womb, as hard and fat as a baseball bat, or so it seemed to Carol.
"Give it to me!" she gasped, writhing on the car hood, clutching the air so wildly with her toes that she lost her other shoe, too. Her tits swelled in her blouse, straining to pop off the buttons. Fuck-sensations pulsed through her body.
The man ripped open her blouse, stroking and squeezing her tits. His hands were rough, the hands of a construction worker. He rubbed her cherry-bumps, pinched her nipples, leaned forward and sucked.
"Eeeehhh!" Carol cried, the fuck itch surging through her loins, streaming through her legs and spine. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
"Baby, you're one hot bitch!"
The man slammed his loins at her crotch, rammed his fucker up her cunt. As he worked his hips between her legs, he twisted her body this way and that, working her cunt on his cock.
"Oh, God!" She was delirious, quivering from scalp to toes with fuck pleasure. As his cock plunged, her pussy responded by contracting rhythmically, sucking, gnawing.
"Uhhhh!" The man exploded his cum into her. "Aw, yeahhh!"
As the hot spurts of jizz splashed inside her, Carol squirmed and squealed. She wiggled her loins wildly, flexed her toes, crazy to bring herself off with him. The fuck-tension ballooned in her loins and burst. She banged her head against the car hood as the first spasms hit her.
"Fuck me, cream me!"
Waves of fuck-itch flowed through her and her body undulated with them. She fucked herself on the man's sliding, jizz-spurting prick until the last spasms had passed away. Then she relaxed back, melting into the car hood, moaning softly in the still night.
"Mind if I take a crack at her?"
"Be my guest." The man who had fucked Carol stepped put from between her legs, and his place was immediately taken by a shorter, fatter man.
A new cock fucked into her, a cock much smaller than the first man's cock, but just as hot. The new man gripped her at the waist with moist, fat paws. His cock knifed inside her.
Carol gasped. Her cunt was supersensitive after her orgasm. She arched up, biting her lips to keep from screaming. The man's cock sounded like a toilet plunger in her cum-filled cunt.
"Yeah!" the man grunted. "What a pussy!"
Carol was too weak and delirious to think, to fully sort out in her mind what was going on. She was being fucked by a new man. That she knew. Although her eyes had adjusted somewhat to the darkness, she still couldn't make out the face of the man fucking her. She heard low voices around her and could make out the silhouettes of several other men. Her mind began to put things together. This was one of those gang-bangs she'd heard about.
They were all going to fuck her!
The chubby man ripped her blouse completely off, feeling up her tits and belly as he fucked her. All she had left on was her skirt, which was bunched around her midsection. The car hood felt cold against her back. The man's cock felt red-hot inside her pussy. He ejaculated into her just as she was starting to build toward another orgasm of her own.
He humped between her thighs, grunting and spurting cum until he was satisfied, then he broke from the grip of her legs.
They pulled her off the car and pulled off her skirt. Hot, sweating hands slid up and down her nude body, feeling over every inch of her. The flight air was dead quiet except for their heavy breathing and whispered mutterings.
Carol put up no resistance. She knew she was helpless against their assault, wouldn't have been able to fight them off even if she'd wanted to -- which she didn't. She wanted them to use her in any ways they wanted, to take as much pleasure from her as they could get. She would be well repaid, milking from them as much pleasure as she could get.
"Fuck me!" she whispered, tingling from her nipples to her toes, squirming sensuously as the men pressed in on her and felt her up.
She was shoved up against the car and assaulted from behind. A stiff cock fucked straight up her cunt. A belt buckle branded her ass again and again as the man thrust.
She arched her back, jerked, her head back, wiggled her ass. Hands rubbed and squeezed her tits. She gasped with each fuck-thrust of the man's cock. She had no idea who he was or what he looked like. But she didn't care. All she cared about was his cock fucking her, his cock rubbing pleasure into her cunt.
"Aw man!" he grunted. "Oh, yeahhh!" As his fucking accelerated, the cum of the first two men ran down the insides of Carol's thighs, squeezed out of her by his plunging prick. He fucked so fast that Carol's breath trembled. His cock flexed hard inside her, spurting. "Awwww, yeahhhh!"
Carol squeezed his cock with her cunt, pleasuring him even more, helping suck the cum out of him. His cock was still flexing when he pulled out, and a few drops of hot jizz pelted her ass.
A hand groped between her legs. The cum slick hand rubbed her ass crack, rubbed cum on a cock. The cum-greased cock pressed between her asscheeks, slipped up her asshole like a snake.
"Oh, God!" She rotated her ass as a new man fucked her from behind, fucking her asshole.
She chewed on the back of her hand to keep from whining like a bitch in heat. This gang-bang was happening so quietly, so secretly, that she was afraid to disturb the silence for fear she'd ruin things. Her tits and belly pressed to the hard, cold metal of the car hood. A red-hot cock fucked her asshole. Her toes curled against the rough, cool asphalt of the parking lot. She was all sensation, all pleasure. She wanted to revel in pleasure for as long as she could, for as long as she could make it last.
"Ahhhh!" The man pressed his loins to her ass, kept his flexing cock buried inside her to the hilt as his jism shot.
She contracted her asshole, cooing contentedly, moaning. "Yes!" she whispered. "Yes!"
The man pulled out of her. She could no longer remember how many men had fucked her. She didn't care how many men fucked her, just as long as they kept on fucking her, and fucking her.
She was pulled to her hands and knees. A man mounted her from behind, shoving his cock up her asshole. A man kneeled in front of her, stuffing his cock in her mouth. She groaned, sucking, wiggling her ass, jerking herself off.
"She's better than them bitches in the peep shows," a voice muttered in the darkness.
"She's the real thing."
She sucked the sweaty prick in her mouth until it shot jism down her throat. She fucked the cock up her ass until she felt it spurting in her guts. Her fingers plunged in her pussy, and she went into spasms as the cocks were still firing inside her. The men gasped as if in pain. Reluctantly, she released them.
"She damned near chewed it off," said one of the men.
The group of men took turns fucking her. Some of them came back for seconds. One by one, they fucked themselves out. One by one, they drove off in their cars. Finally, only two men remained, both of them standing over her as she lay sprawled on the asphalt, cum oozing incessantly from her whole and cunt, cum leaking from the corners of her mouth. One of the men, jerking on his cock, started shooting off on her, pelting her with cum. She squirmed like a worm, giggling.
"Shoot it all over me! Cream me!"
The man squeezed the last drops of his jizz onto her face.
"I'll bet you like piss, too," he said.
And before Carol could say a word, he was unloading his bladder on her.
She gasped as the hot piss hit her tits. Then she rolled from side to side, showering in the hot flow, letting the man piss all over her. He milked his cock dry and zipped up.
"She's all yours, buddy."
Headlights came on, and another car left the parking lot. Carol was left alone with only one man.
"I bet you like pussy?" he said.
Carol giggled. "Maybe." She couldn't see the man's face, but she could tell by his voice that he was young, probably not much older than that gas pumper she'd seduced this morning. "My girlfriend likes to swing both ways," he said. "Wanna come over to my place and meet her?"
Carol considered a moment, then reached up to take the hands he offered her.
"Let's go," she said as he pulled her td her feet.
Chapter Eleven
The young man, named Bobby, was a sophomore at the local community college. He lived with his girlfriend Marge in a brick apartment complex a few blocks from the college, which Marge, a freshman, also attended.
To Carol, Bobby was a big shy kid, an older, taller version of Fritz. Marge, although younger than Bobby, seemed older and more sophisticated. She had straight blonde hair, gray eyes, and tits as large as Carol's, although she was shorter than Carol and not nearly as well built. "Bobby, wherever did you find this gorgeous specimen?" Marge said. "The local beauty pageant?" The girl was sitting on the bed, massaging her pussy as Carol undressed in front of her. She was all eyes as Carol's tits popped into view and jiggled invitingly.
"I found her in a parking lot," Bobby said. "A real dark parking lot." He pulled off his T-shirt and jeans and tossed them on a chair in the corner of the bedroom. A long, thick hard-on jutted from his loins. Except for the thatch of hair on his groin, the rest of his body was relatively hairless.
Marge got up off the bed and moved slowly toward Carol, her eyes on Carol's eyes, a faint smile on her lips. She hadn't a stitch on her eighteen-year-old body. She'd been watching TV stark naked when Bobby and Carol arrived.
"So, you like girls, too," Marge said. She pressed herself against Carol.
"Naturally," Carol said. "Doesn't everybody?"
Their tits pressed together and they kissed. They moved against each other, rubbing bellies and pussies.
Carol sighed as Marge's wet tongue wiggled in her mouth. She stroked Marge's ass and up and down Marge's back. Marge's foot stroked up and down the back of Carol's leg. Marge broke their kiss and slid to her knees in front of Carol.
"Spread your legs," the girl said. "I want a taste of that puffed-up pussy."
As the two women made love, Bobby was busy getting ready his portable video recorder and camera. He also checked the film and flash on his Nikon.
"I hope you don't mind me taking a few pictures," he said to Carol. "I really get off on pictures."
"Sometimes I think he'd rather look at his pictures and beat himself off than stick his cock between my legs," Marge said. "But I don't mind, as long as he brings me girls like you to play with."
"Go ahead," Carol said. "Take all the pictures you want." She was turned on by the idea of being photographed and videotaped as she performed with Marge. She imagined showing the pictures to Hyatt, just to see his reaction to them.
Marge spread Carol's cuntlips. The cum of countless men oozed out of her pussy, trickling down the insides of her thighs.
"My God!" Marge said. "What have you been doing, fucking bulls or something? The jizz is pouring out of you like Niagara Falls. Excuse me for saying it, but you smell a little pissy, too."
"She got gang-banged in that dark parking lot," Bobby said. "And pissed on, too. Wish I could of caught it all on film."
"Gang-banged!" Marge said. "And pissed on, too! Some girls have all the luck! Look at all this jizz."
She plunged her face between Carol's legs and started slurping.
Carol groaned, pressing on the girl's head to make her lick deeper. Marge's hair was incredibly silky and soft, her face hot. Carol rubbed her seething pussy all over the girl's lips and nose. Jism and pussy cream drenched the girl's cheeks.
Bobby snapped several quick flash pictures, then strapped on his portable VCR and moved around the two women, catching them on videotape. He leaned close, filming the expressions on the women's faces, taping his girlfriend's tongue slurping up and down Carol's spread cunt gash. He had to pause often to squeeze and stroke his rigid cock, which looked as if it would split open with hardness. Every so often his cock would flex and a spittle-like strand of fuck-lube would drip to the floor.
Carol clung to Marge's blonde head. As the fuck-thrills rushed through her body, she became so dizzy that she almost toppled over. Marge sucked like a leech, vacuuming the jism out of Carol's cunt. She lapped up the drool that had run down Carol's legs, then slipped around behind Carol to lick her asshole.
"Looks like somebody likes to get fucked in the ass as much as I do," the girl said. She spread Carol's asscheeks wide and licked up and down Carol's ass crack. Her tongue slipped up Carol's asshole, fucking, tasting, probing deeper and deeper.
"That's marvelous!" Carol moaned. "Suck it!"
Marge sucked hungrily, vacuuming the cum out of Carol's asshole. Then she kissed Carol's asscheeks and slid up Carol's backside, nibbling the back of Carol's neck, squeezing and stroking Carol's tits.
"You're delicious!" the girl said. "Now let's lie down and you can taste me." She pushed Carol toward the bed.
The girl lay face-up on the bed, her legs spread wide, her fingers holding her cunt wide open. Carol crouched between her legs, sniffing her succulent pink fuck-hole. Bobby moved in behind Carol, photographing Carol's ass and cunt, which were shoved up high in the air.
"Lick it," Marge said. "It tastes like candy." The girl's cunt smelled musky, and it tasted more tart and salty than it did sweet, but once Carol got a taste of it, she thought she could lick it forever. She envisioned the hundreds of juicy cunts she'd drooled over earlier this evening at Zebra Bookstore, and now Marge's cunt represented them all, became a composite of all the cunts she'd hungered for a taste of this evening in the bookstore. She pressed her nose and lips deep between the girl's sizzling cunt slabs, and she slurped and sucked. She gnawed at the girl's stiff clit filing her tongue at the tip of it.
Marge arched up, grinding her cunt in Carol's face. "Ohhhhh, God!" Her pussy pulsated rhythmically, leaking hot juice as it contracted. "Suck me! I'm coming!"
Bobby focused his video camera in on his girlfriend's pleasure-contorted face, on her clutching toes as she jerked with spasms, humping her cunt against Carol's mouth.
Carol growled like a hungry animal, sucking down the girl's delicious fuck-juices. She rubbed her face all over between the girl's legs, until her face was dripping with pussy juice. When Marge slumped back, spent and exhausted, Carol kissed her way down the girl's legs to her toes, then rubbed her wet face between the girl's feet.
"This is hotter than the gang-bang in the parking lot," Bobby said. "Nothing turns me on more than seeing two women do it together. Here, do something with this." He tossed Carol's newly purchased rubber dildo onto the bed.
Marge picked up the rubber cock, squeezing it up and down as if it were a real cock. "Too bad this ain't yours, Bobby. I love 'em big."
"Eight inches is big enough for me," Bobby said. "I wouldn't want one a foot long."
"That's what they all say," Marge said.
"Fuck yourself!" Bobby said.
"Whatever you say," Marge said. "After all, you're the director." She shoved the head of the dildo against her open cunt. "Wanna help me, Carol?"
As Marge braced herself, Carol gripped the blunt end of the rubber cock and began to twist the knob between Marge's cuntlips. The dildo was easily more than a foot long, more like a foot and a half, and it was as thick as Carol's forearm. Marge's pussylips stretched so thin that Carol feared they'd rip.
"Don't let up!" Marge gasped. "Keep the pressure on! Shove it in me!"
Slowly, the enormous rubber cock entered the writhing girl. Inch by inch, it fucked up her juicy cunt hole as Carol shoved it and twisted it. A foot of it disappeared inside Marge's pussy.
"That's enough!" Marge gasped, her eyes wide. "I can't take anymore! Now fuck me with it, Carol! Oh God, fuck me with it!"
Carol began to fuck the rubber cock in and out. Marge arched up, grinding her pelvis, clawing her toes into the mattress. Pussy juice frosted the pink shaft of the dildo, some of it dripping off. Carol crouched close, watching the dildo slide in and out, licking the tart girl-cream off the cockshaft.
"Man, this is hot!" Bobby muttered, the lens of his video camera whirring as he focused in close on his girlfriend's dildo-stuffed pussy.
Carol reached over and grabbed his rigid prick. It felt almost as thick as the rubber cock she was fucking Marge with. As she pulled him toward her, he braced one knee on the bed and videotaped her sucking his cock.
"Suck it!" he whispered. "Oh, yeahhh!" Her lips slid up and down his cockshaft. She churned her tongue at the underside of his prickknob. His cock bucked in her mouth, fuck-lube oozing out of it. He kept the camera aimed at her bobbing head, her sliding lips. His cock began to quiver dangerously, and he ripped it out of her mouth at the last possible moment. A few drops of hot win shot from his cock and hit her in the face.
"Not yet," he gasped, watching his cock flex. "I like to hold it, build up as much feeling as I can before I unload."
"Not me!" Marge moaned. "I like to come -- all I can!" She churned her hips, working her cunt on the sliding dildo, squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples.
Carol pistoned the dildo.
Marge arched up, groaning. "Ohhh, I'm coming!"
Carol felt vibrations in the dildo as she churned it in Marge's spuming pussy. The young girl looked so pretty, so flushed with pleasure as she came, that Marge picked up her right leg and kissed it from knee to toes.
"Darling!" Carol purred. "Gorgeous darling!"
As Marge's orgasm subsided, Carol sprawled out on top of her, kissing her, rubbing her tits against Marge's tits.
"Now I'll fuck you," Marge said. "How do you want it?"
Carol pushed away from the girl and rose to her hands and knees, showing Marge her upturned ass.
"In the back door, huh?" Marge sat up, the juice-slippery dildo in her hand. "I like it in the back door myself. Here goes!" She shoved the dildo against Carol's cunt and the cockhead slipped inside instantly.
"You're juicier than I am!" Marge said. "Never met a girl juicier than me before." She rammed the dildo in as far as it would go.
Carol jerked her head back, gasping, panting. "What's the matter? Too big for you?" Marge said.
"Fuck me!" Carol said, her teeth clenched. She wiggled her ass. "Fuck me!"
Marge yanked the dildo nearly all the way out, then rammed it back in.
"Oh, God!" Carol had never been fucked so deep.
Marge laughed. She pulled the dildo out, rammed it back.
Carol writhed.
Marge pulled out, rammed in. Out, in. Out, in. Faster. Faster. The fuck-juices gushed down Carol's legs.
"Eeeeee!" Carol squealed. "Ohhh, God!" Marge got up on her knees behind Carol, the dildo gripped tightly in her right hand, her arm jerking as she fucked the rubber cock in again and again. As she dildo-fucked Carol, she began to slap Carol's ass.
Carol gasped, jerked. Her ass stung, on fire. Her tits flapped wildly as her body was jolted by the plunging dildo and Marge's smacking hand.
"Fuck me!" Carol gibbered. "Fuck me!"
"You've got the most beautiful ass!" Marge said, and she started biting Carol's asscheeks, licking them, kissing them, slobbering on her ass.
The dildo plunged. Juice poured down Carol's legs. Marge gnawed Carol's ass, slapped and clawed Carol's ass. Carol whined, moaned, exploded.
"Jesus God, I'm coming!" Carol gasped as the spasms swept through her loins, as the fuck pleasure pulsed through her belly and tits, down her legs and up her spine.
Marge couldn't lap up Carol's fuck-juices fast enough. She lapped like a dog as she rammed the dildo in and out of Carol's spasming cunt. "Oh Carol, oh baby!"
Bobby moved from one side of the bed to the other, his video camera recording every juicy detail of the scene. At times he operated the camera with one hand so he could squeeze his rigid, itch-saturated prick.
"This is great!" he mumbled. "This is my best movie yet."
Her pleasure spent at last, Carol got off the bed and put her arm around Bobby. "Why don't you put that camera down and join us? Come on, Bobby, join the fun."
"Yeah," Marge said. "Put that silly camera down and give us some real cock."
"I wanna get just a little more of you two on tape," Bobby said.
"You've got enough tapes," Marge said, sliding off the bed. "You've already got more tapes in your closet than you'll ever be able to watch."
Bobby gave in. He put down his camera and the two women pulled him down on the bed. He lay face-up as Marge and Carol went to work on him.
They lay belly-down beside him, their tongues flicking up and down his rigid cock. He moaned as they licked, treating his prickhead as if it were a scoop of ice cream on top of a cone. As Marge went down on his cock, Carol licked his balls.
Marge's head bobbed. Carol engulfed his balls one at a time, tonguing them. He arched up, grunting, thrusting. Marge released his cock.
"Not yet, buster," Marge said. "We're just starting to have fun with it."
Bobby moaned, his cock jumping against his belly.
"Let's fuck him," Marge said.
"Just what I was thinking," Carol said. She straddled him, rubbed his prickhead between her cuntlips, sank his cock up her cunt -- to the hilt.
"Aww, mannn!" Bobby tossed his head deliriously, bounced his ass against the mattress, fucking his cock in Carol's pussy.
"Skin his cock alive!" Marge said. She leaned over, chewing on Bobby's nipples, nuzzling and licking his armpits. She shoved her tongue in his mouth, down his throat. As his eyes rolled back and his body started to shake, she toppled Carol off him. "Not yet, Bobby! Not yet, damn it!"
"I'm gonna fucking explode!" He grabbed for his cock, but the women restrained him.
"Cool it," Marge said. "Relax." She let him cool off a minute before she sat on his cock, taking it up her asshole.
"I love it up your hot, fucking ass!" Bobby growled, thrusting upward and grinding his cock inside her.
As Marge ass-fucked Bobby's cock, Carol shoved the rubber dildo up her own cunt, lubing it well with her own cunt juices before she pulled it out again and offered it to Marge to lick. Marge licked the pink dildo as if it were a candy cane. When Marge had licked it clean, Carol dipped the dildo in her own cunt again. She withdrew it and rubbed it on Bobby's lips.
"Want a taste of pussy?" Carol said.
Delirious, out of his mind with excitement, the writhing young man licked Carol's fuck juices off the dildo.
"Your turn, Carol," Marge said, and she pulled up off Bobby's cock.
"Damn!" Bobby said. "Let me come!"
Facing Bobby, Carol impaled herself on Bobby's fucker, this time taking it up her asshole. His cock slipped in easily, like a buttered corn cob.
Marge worked the dildo up Carol's pussy. "Now you've got two of 'em in you, Carol."
"Wonderful!" Carol moaned. "Marvelous!" She fucked her asshole on the youth's rigid prick as Marge plunged the dildo in her cunt.
Marge plopped her ass in Bobby's face. She rubbed her asshole and crotch in his mouth, enticing him to eat her.
Bobby thrust upward, grinding his cock in Carol's ass guts. He was drunk on the scent and taste of woman. He was drowning in the flesh and juices of woman. He wanted to bury his head in Marge's steaming cunt. He wanted to fuck his entire body up Carol's asshole. His toes curled hard. He drove upward, ramming his cock at her ass.
"Ohhh yeahhhh!" he moaned, shaking from head to toes.
"Get off him!" Marge said, but it was too late. The moment his cock slipped from Carol's asshole, his jism exploded from him like fireworks.
"Ohhhhhhh! Awwwwwww!"
He thrust wildly, spurting cum two feet straight up as the women pumped his cock. Jism splashed in their faces, on their tits. Jism drenched their jerking fists. Bobby growled like an animal, sinking his teeth into Marge's cunt.
The dildo was still in Carol's cunt, the free end of it braced against the bed. As cum splashed her in the face, she brought herself off. At the same moment, Marge exploded in Bobby's mouth. The two women moaned with mutual pleasure.
Pussy juice drenched Bobby's face. Cum drenched the two women. They smeared his cum all over his belly, all over his cock and balls. They smeared his cum on each other's tits, fed each other his cum from their fingertips. As their spasms passed away, they kissed each other, licking cum off each other's lips.
"Did you ever see so much cum shoot out of one cock?" Marge said. "I've got the spunkiest guy in town, Carol."
Carol smiled. She lay down beside Bobby, relaxing. As Marge licked Bobby's cock and balls clean, Carol and Bobby kissed. His mouth tasted of pussy.
Spunkiest guy in town? Carol thought. That was certainly debatable. Maybe she should introduce Marge to Fritz or Richard, or to any of the other men Carol had fucked with these last few days. Marge might change her mind.
One thing was certain, though. Carol knew she was married to the least-spunky man in town. She thought of Hyatt, right now dreaming away as visions of currency and Kruggerands danced behind his closed eyes. Hyatt was a lost cause. It was time to give up on him. Hyatt could live his life, she would lead hers, and if ever he discovered what she was up to and didn't like it, then fuck him! She'd gladly accept her walking papers. There were men all over this town who'd appreciate her, men all over this town who deserved her more than Hyatt did.
She nuzzled Bobby's ear. "Wanna fuck some more, spunky?"
