Carrie had finally given in to the repeated demands of the Major to have sex with him.
In a moment of weakness, she found herself succumbing to his lusty desires.
"Nobody ever turned me on like you have, Carrie," the Major smiled, as she glanced down at his throbbing, huge hard-on.
Reaching down to his rock-hard cock, she pulled it rhythmically up and down. The blood-engorged length of his penis told her just how excited he was. She wanted to have all his cock-meat stabbing inside her warm pussy.
"Play with me," the Major smiled down at Carrie. Carrie continued pulling on his throbbing penis. The wantonly exquisite pressure of her fingers around his rigid prick made him realize just how much he had to have her.
Once she'd jacked him to the point where his penis-tip was starting to drip oozing cum-drops, she knew it was time to stop.
She lay naked beside him, facing him, and, parting her thighs, felt his urgent cock shoot up between her warm, inviting legs. Eagerly, he thrust his big prick into her moist pussy-hole. Her arms swept around him, and she gripped the Major desperately. She was breathing in short, shallow gasps as her nails marked his strong back. Her thighs opened shamelessly wide and she closed them around his hips as he rolled effortlessly onto her naked body.
"Mmmmmmmmm, lover, you're so big and hard! Shove it in my cunt!" she gasped, hissing with frenzied passions that burned hotly in her belly and threatened to consume her with their rabid ferocity-unless she had his pulsating penis riding inside her! Unless she could feel him driving it into her with hard, pounding thrusts, over and over, with thrilling force.
Her delicate hands grasped his firm, strong shoulders. And then she reached down to cup the firm globes of his pumping ass-cheeks in her hands as he pumped it to her with fiery rhythm.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Carrie cried out passionately as the lewd, wanton desires of her own lusts surged over her.
"Finger my ass-hole," the Major suggested, with a smile, as he continued thrusting his prick into her grasping pussy-hole.
Carrie reached back to part his ass-cheeks. The Major squirmed as he felt her finger gently easing up his anus. His cock probed deeply between her thighs, the bulbous, pulsing head pressing incitingly against the puckered moist lips of her pussy.
Carrie squirmed under, his muscled weight like an anxious schoolgirl about to get laid for the first time, her back arching in surprising strength. Wantonly, she threw her lithe, long legs around him.
"Hurry up," she panted, "I-I can't stand it! I need your big cock soooo bad!" She mewled in a hoarse whisper, kissing him again and again, leaving passionate welts of naked arousal across his back as her fingernails roughly clawed him in her rising, furious desire.
Pulling her finger from his ass-hole, she squeezed the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks. Now, he was rubbing his hairy chest back and forth across her great silky bosoms, with the erect nipples.
He kept pumping the head of his prick luridly between the soft splayed lips of her twat.
She groaned impetuously ... she could stand it no longer. Her silky legs opened until the Major wondered if she was double-jointed, her ankles locked now around his hips as her feet pounded against his naked body.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH, COME ON, FUCK ME. FUCK ME BEFORE I DIE!" she gasped, her voice richening and crackling with fervent arousal. Carrie's lips trembled, as she spoke, her eyelids fluttering as if she were losing consciousness. She was about to cum.
The Major kept driving his burning penis between her thighs, fucking her silly. She could hardly stand it now as he began riding her to climax. Her cuntal muscles gripped his stabbing cock, as she emitted a squeal of satisfaction.
"OHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHH, I'M CUMMMMMMING," Carrie gasped, as the Major pumped his exploding prick between the pliant folds of her ravenous pussy, becoming turned-on all the more as he felt his wet cock gliding back and forth across the fleecy softness of her hot, clasping cunt grip.
"AHHHHHHH ... it's shooting! You're cuming too!"
she groaned in a frenzy, squeezing his ass-cheeks tightly. "I-LOVE IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she panted passionately.
The Major continued stabbing his manhood into her grasping cunthole.
"I'm going to shoot again," he panted as he continued driving his prick into her. "Grab it with your cunt. . .
He continued sliding his cum-slick cock in her cunthole. When he finally did pull it out, she resented it She wanted to have him leave it in forever.
"I-I can't get enough of you," she panted, clinging to him tightly, crushing her bosoms against his chest. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
When she awoke, Carrie recognized that the past weekend had changed her entire life. There wasn't any way she could know to what extent it would be changed, but fantastic new dimensions of living were opening up for her.
Now, as the Sunday afternoon sunshine played out its daily role, casting its lovely orange glow across San Francisco's Presidio area, it even reached out to the soft quiet corners of the Major's bedroom. As it did so Carrie let herself relax to the rhythm of the gentle, warm probing of the Major's long, swollen cock as it slid rhythmically in and out of her tight slick vagina.
She looked up toward the ceiling, her eyes only partly focused on the fading sun's rays. Her body had responded magnificently. It simply had astonished her. She had never felt these erotic feelings to this extent in her twenty eight years.
She had had sexual sessions before, but none as intense and as satisfying as THIS wild one. But because she had had them before, she was aware that her long weekend with the Major was coming to an end. There was a twinge of sadness in her heart, but it was far overshadowed by the new under-current of excitement that had been throbbing thru her psyche for almost twenty four hours now. She felt COMPLETELY turned on-not sexually so much as psychologically. Something had definitely changed in her life. Something was different She couldn't identify it. At moments she THOUGHT she knew. And then knew she didn't know for sure. She only recognized the excitement It seemed to be DRIVING her, keeping her awake. This was the interesting part to Carrie. She wished she could identify it It was not so much driving her crazy as it was driving her
to distraction. She wanted MORE of it She wanted ALL of it But she knew she had to understand from where it was coming before she could do that
She had grown familiar in the short forty eight hours with the Major's beautiful cock. She had caressed it, kissed it, sucked it, tasted it and fucked it endlessly. Both her mouth and her vagina identified it, loved it. She had not had, in her short sexual life, a penis quite like Major John Malcolm's penis.
In the first place, it was longer by a good inch than any cock she had ever known. It wasn't an absurdly large cock, but as it turned out, Carrie Tracton had never really experienced a longer than normal penis. And as a result she had grown to love and enjoy John Malcolm's seven and a half inch cock.
It wasn't the length completely, it was the girth. His penis was THICK. It seemed swollen to her. Yet she knew it was the normal size for HIM. Her fingers had barely been able to reach around it She had had trouble with her jaws because to suck on it for any length of time required her jaws to be so far apart that they began to ache. Still, it was a pleasant ache, an ache she had LEARNED to enjoy. And when the ache had grown too great it had been a simple matter to turn her attention to some other activity with the thrilling penis.
Her mind focused on it now as it slid gently in and out They had just awakened. She felt so lazy she didn't feel like looking at the bedside clock, but she imagined maybe they had slept a couple of hours. It had been a wonderful weekend of total sex. And yet, a number of other events had been interspersed and especially the fine and exciting dinner they had had, that it didn't really seem like a SEXUAL weekend so much as it seemed like a COMPLETE weekend.
And, most importantly, she had learned to trust the Major. Probably that was because of his gentleness. Or maybe it was because of his sexual curiosity and his imagination. He was, in her mind, the total lover. Gentle, thoughtful, and forever curious about ways to make her feel better.
Now she had found herself awakening to the consummate pleasure of his once again hard penis pistoning in and out of her wet slick pussy. Her head was buried in the pillow. Her back was flat against the sheets, her legs open. Somehow the Major had shifted himself from the position they were in when they dropped off to sleep, so that he was now lying across the bed and Carrie's legs and his legs were scissored together to place his penis opposite her open hungry pussy.
She put her hand down, trying to reach his face, or chest, or shoulder. Her arm touched the bicep of his arm. It felt so strong, so firm. He was lying on his side. She squeezed his arm slightly. She heard him moan. It was deep and quiet, laden with pleasure. As she smiled, she could feel his hips moving back and forth, and she was aware that she was grinding back. The combination of his thrusting and her response was producing the erotic pleasure, the total warmth, the total sexual electricity that was gradually burning hotter and hotter.
She closed her eyes, smiling to herself. The bed was so warm. She felt totally in contact, not only with herself, but the Major. It was like being in a cozy part she thought
She snuggled downward into the bed. The Major's cock thrust back and forth. Because of the undercurrent of excitement which was so new to her, her mind slipped from the warmth in her cunt and she began thinking about her relationship to Major John Malcolm.
He was not only a great lover but her boss. At least he
had been up to and including Friday night. Now she wasn't quite so sure if that terminology was correct. A wave of doubt swept over her mind, realizing that she had in the past forty eight hours not only had a tremendous sexual experience, but had in the process grown close, closer than anticipated, to John Malcolm, and had also signed her name on the dotted line as an active member of the National Guard.
As she lay there she wasn't sure what her title would be in her new job which was to start the following morning, nor what her duties would be other than that she would be in charge of an office of men.
Her mind dung to her doubts about that And her doubts were very clear and definite. She focused largely on TWO things. One was the fact that she knew her father would have been pleased had he been alive to see that his daughter had finally joined the military, which had been, it seemed to her at least, his lifelong goal, and incidentally a goal which she had totally resisted. That was ONE point The other was more personal, having to do with her own position in life, her own philosophy, and how she had at twenty eight reached a point where her job as secretary to the Major had become, though financially and responsibility-wise satisfying, somewhat less of a challenge than what she was looking for.
Carrie had been aware for several years that her main thrust in life as a beautiful single woman had been a search for challenges. Her doubts this late Sunday afternoon focused on whether or not her new job would be as much of a challenge as she had thought it would be only some twenty four hours earlier when she had allowed the Major to talk her into signing up. That was when the sexual excitement had struck her.
She recognized that much about it But beyond that
point the excitement was something that was beyond her understanding at this moment. She let it slip from her mind as the Major slid his cock further up her vaginal track. She was astonished at how wet she had been the entire weekend. It seemed like the inside of her vagina had been gifted with a special kind of slipperiness, as though all of the Major's tremendous supply of semen had been mixed with K-Y Jelly. As a result, she had just been totally receptive to his throbbing cock thrusting into her vagina.
She was not used to the unusual wetness and it had at first made her uncomfortable and then gradually had made her totally comfortable with her own body, and with her own sexuality which had slipped into a dimension quite by accident that Carrie had never experienced before.
How had that started? How had this weekend started? How had she become so totally sexual in such a short period of time? She thought of her earlier sexual experiences. She had lost her virginity-in her late teens, and she had had sex and had in fact considered herself quite sexual for all these years. But it had always been controlled and it had always been less than satisfying in one dimension, which was, she told herself, not because it wasn't good but because of a sense of frustration. Based on the fact that though good, it didn't fit her exact needs. She had never been able to describe what those exact needs were, but she sensed it at any rate.
Then the Major had called her into his office late Friday night. She had worked for her for more than a year and they had developed a sort of camaraderie and friendship without ever having approached any kind of sexual contact. She was aware that the major found her attractive. And she was also aware that the Major was only a few years older than herself, was divorced and had been for several years. And she did indeed find him attractive.
But she had sensed immediately upon closing the door to his office only 48 hours ago that there was a different look on his face as he sat behind his desk. He had asked her to sit down. And he had sat staring at her for several long moments. Carrie remembered how nervous she had gotten as the silence seemed to grow to deafening proportions.
Then the major had startled Carrie simply out of her skin when he had leaned forward suddenly, looking at her intently, and had said:
"Carrie, I'm going to FUCK you."
She had not responded, probably more from disbelief at his sudden change of character than anything else.
Finally, he had said demandingly, almost angrily,
"Did you hear me?"
"Yes! Yes," she had said. And she had laughed. "How could I not hear you. No doubt half the people on the base have heard you too."
The words had seemed to come out of her throat tightly, awkwardly. And she realized as she sat there that she had been trying to make a joke out of what was obviously a funny comment by the Major.
Then, when she became aware that he was simply staring at her, she had said flippantly,
"How about the desk top?"
It had been, of course, a total joke on her part as she tried to retain the relationship that they had had all these months. But he had not taken it as a joke. And she had watched in consternation as he pushed the chair back as he stood up and walked around the desk towards her.
He had been maybe three feet from her when she heard him say very matter-of-factly.
"All right"
She shuddered as she lay there in bed, the Major's cock warming her insides now at the memory. It was not a
pleasant memory. It had not been a beautiful experience. And yet, it had been the trigger, for their entire, erotic weekend.
John Malcolm had simply grabbed Carrie by her hands which were folded across her lap, and had jerked her to her feet. A tiny scream had come from her throat at the suddenness of his move. But even then she was not frightened because of her trust.
As he jerked her to her feet, it was only then that she realized in a sort of abstract way, that he had no pants on. He was in fact naked from the waist down, and his penis was semi-erect.
She remembered how her stomach had tightened at the realization he was half naked and ready to screw her. And she could remember how he had simply spun her body around so that she her ass was against the edge of his desk. She didn't remember precisely what had happened next. She only remembered his tremendous strength and the horny look on his face. And the fact that somehow her skirt had suddenly been ripped off. Her pantyhose jerked down. And there she was stark naked from the waist down.
Had she fought him? Had she pushed against him or scratched, or hit him? She couldn't remember. She lay there, semi-asleep, the details going thru her mind, the warmth in her belly somehow canceling out enough of the details so that it was just a vague memory now.
She did remember that she had been pushed backward onto the desk and that he had climbed on top of her and within seconds was fucking her. He had thrust his mammoth cock into her, riding into her hot cunt all the way. She only knew it had penetrated her deeply and that he had fucked her rather violently, holding her pinned down against the wooden desk. He insisted she use her cunt muscles to clutch at his pistoning penis. Somehow she had
been aware of the fact that she was receiving fabulous pleasure and was not resisting as much as she could have.
Her hand drifted down and began to rub at her clitoris as she lay there in the bed remembering. Her first lover had been like that, only more awkward and less passionate than the Major. She smiled to herself at the memory of her lost cherry.
Her finger felt good in her pussy. She rubbed slowly. Her mind spun out of focus again as the pleasure surged into her body. Her mind was consumed with sex and pleasure and she was aware that it was slightly out of context with the way she normally felt on a day to day basis. Yet it touched many bases in her normal personality makeup.
She was no prude. She was hot blooded sensualist. She was certainly not hedonistic. And yet, she was reasonably active sexually and the only reason she was not more active was the every-recurring sense of frustration and her awareness that though being sexually satisfied there was a certain incompleteness about it as though her own sexual needs were not exactly being catered to.
She smiled to herself.
"God, how her mother would have loved this weekend," or so she thought. Her poor mother. What a trauma her mother had been, especially her mother's deathbed confession. Carrie would carry that memory to her own deathbed. Her mother, so beautiful, so voluptuous, so full of life, so totally crushed when her father had died so suddenly and unexpectedly. And who then had allowed that desecration to invade every area of her life for the two years she lived after her husband had died, until that desecration had begun to invade her vital organs and then she had simply disintegrated in a matter of ten to twelve days.
And it had been during that final death bed moment
when her mother was still quite lucid and had been aware of the fact that she was literally dying, that Carrie had had the moment that she would carry with her, hopefully not as a burden, for the rest of her life.
She had been sitting beside her mother's hospital bed that fateful evening and she had known herself that her mother was dying. They had been talking about the earlier days. The fun, the picnics, the laughter, the school graduations, that sort of thing. And then gradually the subject had shifted to Carrie's father.
To Carrie he was a splendid man, a total complete father. And she had no negative thoughts other than that she had resisted his wish that she become a member of the military. Though that didn't bother her really, she was aware that she could have made him much happier had she been in the military than had she just simply taken a job with the National Guard.
Carrie's mother had, that night, been deeply immersed in nostalgia, talking-almost rambling-but completely lucid. And then she had simply startled Carrie out of her wits when she suddenly, seemingly in mid-sentence, changed the subject to sex.
She began to describe her sex life. Its utter dullness. Its monotony. It was a confession of pathos. Carrie sat there with tears in her eyes, realizing the total and utter sexual frustration her mother had lived with. Nothing unusual had ever happened to her mother sexually. She had never made love to her husband in any place but their bedroom and thought at times in their life sex had been with some frequency, it struck Carrie as she listened, that she personally had had more sex as a single woman ever since she had begun sex than her mother had had as a married woman, married to a man that she loved. It was all so pathetic, so sad, and indeed a confession of pathos.
The conversation had actually been traumatic for Carrie. And she had come away from her mother's death bed confession totally absorbed with the need for variety and excitement. She could remember having vowed to herself to be as unconventional sexually as she could be.
And the vow actually frightened her. She was excited by it and, to a degree, willing. But had never really done anything about it, at least until the Major had forcibly thrown her down on the desk and fucked her.
His rape had been the first unconventional sexual thing ever to happen to Carrie, and it was the reason she had responded so profoundly.
When the Major had pulled his cock out of her before he could express embarrassment, Carrie had simply leaped on him as he stood there by the desk. She had rolled up off of her back onto her buttocks on one movement and had simply tackled him, pushing him backward onto the floor. The Major had gone down easily, without resistance. He had been surprised. He had expected Carrie's anger. He did not expect her sexuality. And when she simply grabbed at his cock and began suckin on it violently, he had simply laid there not knowing WHAT to do.
A vigorous, healthy man, John Malcolm had in a matter of moments responded to her sucking. His long thick cock never really having gone totally flacid, was suddenly hard again in a matter of a few cocksucking minutes.
Carrie, now consumed with passion, had simply crawled up on his body as soon as his cock was hard enough and had lowered her dripping cunt over it and had began to fuck him, her weight on her knees, her pelvis grinding back and forth, as she looked down into his eyes, not smiling.
The Major had noticed the lusty look in her eyes, but he had been so consumed with the heat and passion emanating from her cunt that he had thought nothing of it.
Neither had Carrie, really. She had several orgasms as she ground away, his cock now hard and not as close to cumming, and consequently they had stayed on the floor until Carrie's knees had gotten sore.
As she lay there in the bed she blinked wide awake briefly at the memory of that. My God, it had only been 48 hours ago. How had she done that? Where had the sexual impulse come from? She had NO WAY of knowing.
Now her finger was stabbing. She moved her pelvis on the Major's cock. What a delicious thing. What loveliness. It was all so wondrous.
She felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the bed. She never wanted to move. She just wanted that long, thick demanding cock moving gently back and forth in her vaginal track forever and ever.
Her mind began to go out of focus again.
Then, she flickered back to awareness, realizing she was about to cum. She spread her legs slightly and moved her fingers a little faster. Electric impulses shot up into her insides. An orgasm rolled down her moist inner thighs.
She smiled to herself. Orgasms were hot and wet and wild. She moaned softly, it was unintelligible, not even loud enough to awaken the Major fully. Yet somehow, perhaps by instinct, his body shoved and his cock drove deeper into her vagina. He rode his pulsating penis in a little bit faster as he felt the contractions of her cuntal walls sucking and pulling on his long, thick, heavily veined pecker.
Then they slept
Carrie awakened slightly a few minutes later. She smiled inwardly. The room was darker. She closed her eyes. Maybe she had been asleep ten minutes, she thought. It didn't matter. She was already thinking of the restaurant. That wonderful restaurant. Where had it been? Would she be able to find it again? Perhaps John would take her back there sometime.
It had been one of those MAGIC moments. How long ago? She smiled again. It was less than 24 hours. They had gone there so happily.
Her mind went back over the weekend. When they had ended their wild fuck on John's office floor that Friday night they had gone to a bar. And then they had eaten something ... Let's see, yes, eaten something-oh yes, they had stopped and had some bouillabaisse at Fisherman's Wharf, she remembered that clearly. But they had been in a hurry because their sexual energies had returned, and they rushed home to her apartment and they had spent the entire night exploring each other.
They had talked over wine. There had been flickering candlelight-oh yes, after she had turned out all the lights in her apartment, she lit candles. She remembered the romance of it, and the joy that she had felt as this large powerful man had sat across from her while they rested and explained how he had wanted her so many months and how the rape was not really what he had had in mind, and was glad she hadn't reacted negatively. And they had enjoyed a good laugh. The whole things seemed to be a special kind of chemical formula which had worked for both of them. Neither of them, had questioned what had happened, only had enjoyed it as they had talked about it.
Towards the end of Saturday, they had decided to go and get something to eat. She COULD remember now-they had slept the better part of Saturday afternoon and had awakened simply ravenous, not having really eaten anything since the previous night.
And the restaurant he had chosen-all she could remember as she lay there was that it had been somewhat downtown, up on a hill, and there had been a view. She could remember water and ships. And she knew, of course.
that it was the bay.
It seemed in her memory as though it was an old house that had been refurbished, redecorated to be a quaint and gourmet restaurant. But the thing she remembered most was the Major's hot hand under the table. She had never been finger-fucked in a restaurant. She was glad they had a private booth. And when she had first felt his hand sliding up her leg and had been aware that she was simply opening her crotch and the utter amazement at her behavior, she had simply been incredulous.
Her response had been total. She had gotten up from the table, gone to the bathroom, taken off all of her underclothing, and had hurried back, wanting more of his magic finger.
When she came back she was astonished to find that he had moved so that he was sitting across the booth from her, rather than beside her. She had been disappointed, even angry. But he had simply said, "Look under the table."
And when she had, she was astonished to find his bare foot sticking up at her, and he was wiggling his toes with glee.
She smiled, lying there in the bed. The Major had taken off his right shoe. She had not caught on immediately, but he had said, "If you'll just sit comfortably with your legs spread, I can make you have an orgasm."
"How do you mean?" she had said.
The Major had simply smiled.
"Carrie, love, you haven't fucked a foot in a long time, have you?"
"Fucked a fo. ... " she really never got the word out, because as she was saying it she realized the significance of what he was saying. And she remembered distinctly how the wave of excitement had run thru her body. She didn't know why, but she had identified it.
She had spread her legs under the table, raising her skirt to make her tempting crotch available. She had felt it immediately as his big toe pushed into her vagina. It had felt immense and she realized that she would have to spread her legs farther to accommodate the size of his foot. She also remembered her consternation at the prospect of taking an entire foot into her vaginal opening. And then her amazement at the realization that obviously that couldn't be what he had in mind. And she had been right.
The soft leather booth had provided her with a lovely place to place her leg, and she had simply spread her crotch as wide as she could, placing one leg up on the leather seat and pushing her vagina forward. And as she did so, the Major had pulled his foot back and put the base of his big toe directly over her clitoris and has begin to quiver his foot back and forth.
A wave of pleasure had rippled thru her instantly and her voice caught in passion. She wanted to let out a moan and had not done so because of the intimacy of the restaurant. Instead she had reached forward and taken her martini glass and had held it out to him as though toasting. And he had gotten the idea that she liked it. He smiled and toasted her back and continued to move his foot.
Carrie had looked around. Was anybody noticing? No one seemed to be paying any attention. Then the waiter had come up and a wave of fear had shot thru Carrie's body, only to be replaced by a wave of pleasure at the prospect of getting away with something when so intimately involved with a stranger.
The waiter leaned over her, asking for her order. Somehow she had gotten it out, all the while feeling the burn of pleasure as it grew and grew in her stomach from his pendulum-like big toe as it moved back and forth.
When the waiter had gone John had leaned forward.
"Carrie," he said softly. "Use your finger."
She had stared at him, not knowing what he meant. And then she felt him move his foot so that his toes again penetrated her vaginal lips. She felt his foot move back and forth as it pushed the lips aside trying to find the opening. And then she felt the toe slip inside of her cunt. It was very gentle and only was in perhaps an inch or an inch and half and she could somehow feel the other toes as they pushed against the opening. And that was when she realized what he meant.
She had slipped her own hand under the table and began to caress her erect clitoris.
As she lay there in the bed now, her mind focused sharply on the restaurant incident. Carrie wondered how many orgasms she had had before the dinner was served. It seemed like an incredible crescendo of passion had descended upon her. Nothing like this had ever occurred in her life. Her cunt had simply flared into fiery passion. At one point she had whispered,
"My God, John! I CAN'T stop cuming!"
At another point an orgasm had been so severe that she had simply said, quite loudly:
It had been three definite sounds and it had startled Carrie and as soon as the orgasm had passed she had looked around self consciously. No one was paying attention. No one had noticed. It was then that she relaxed and slipped into a dimension of sex she had never known before. She wondered if she had had ten orgasms in that private booth in the restaurant. Had it been possible? That was so beautiful."
Then the food had been served. He had left his foot pressed against her vagina, but he was no longer moving it.
and she took her hand away in order to eat. And as a result they had sat there in a somewhat embrace, and had begun talking about her work and how he could offer her the new position and why didn't she take him up on it. And somehow she had accepted. A need had arisen which she did not know about, for a new office to open up on the base, and John would put her in charge. He couldn't even tell her what her title would be as they ate that night, but she would have full authority and obviously knew enough about the National Guard to be able to function. And for some reason she had agreed and they had gone happily from the restaurant to his office where they had dug out the papers and she had signed on the spot. It was almost like a joke, except it hadn't been a joke, and she realized that the papers were indeed official.
As she thought about the papers, lying there in the bed, she smiled to herself. Challenge she had gotten. She could always quit. Her hand began to move faster on her clitoris again. The undercurrent of strange excitement, that odd and new and somewhat pleasurable and somewhat confounding element in her life, was indeed waking her up. She wanted to get her passion at a high enough level so that she could roll over on John and fuck him awake.
CHAPTER TWO
She had left John at 4 AM to return to her apartment to clean up and get some fresh clothes to start the new day and the new job. She had not wanted to leave, and going to the new office early in the morning had been perhaps the hardest thing she had ever had to do, simply because she was so totally sexually aroused. She had never felt her vagina so wet with desire. She had never had so MANY erotic thoughts.
From the time she left him to the time she reported to her new office it seemed to her imagination like she had not had her hand away from her vagina at all, like she had had several hundred orgasms, and like she could spend the next week simply laying on her back and being fucked.
It was incredible to her that she had been turned on to this degree. Her self doubts about her new job. Her sadness at the memory of her mother's dull life, her mother's tragedy, in fact ... . all were relegated to minor roles in her psyche as her active imaginative mind probed back and forth across the spectrum of her now and present sexuality. She wondered if she would be able to answer the telephone
or write a signature.
She had gotten ahold of herself, and by the time she arrived at the office Carrie was reasonably close to the excellent businesswoman she actually was.
Though she had never actually been in these particular offices, they were so identical with other offices on the base that she was familiar with, that there was nothing strange or unusual about the physical plant as she walked thru the door.
The large room, with its many desks, was empty. She knew she was too early. She thought the new company of National Guards had checked in the night before and that they were now somewhere in the process of orientation or perhaps breakfast, or perhaps doing something on the drill field. She calculated that her contingent of workers would show up at about nine o'clock. It was still much too early.
She glanced at her watch. Eight-fifteen ... she smiled as she thought about at the motivations that had got her there that early. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't eat, all she wanted to do was have hot orgasms. And so she had, out of self protection, simply forced herself into a more business like attitude and had come to the facility hoping that attention to detail would somehow take her mind off of her fantastic weekend and the apparent evaluation that had taken place in her own life during that brief period.
Still, as she walked thru the door she was completely aware of the wetness in her crotch. She was also aware of the exceedingly strong sense of strange excitement that was pervading her life. And she wished actually that even though it was stimulating, she could eliminate it because she didn't understand it.
She went into the room that she knew would be her office. It was sparse, military, and she smiled to herself. Perhaps a plant or two would warm it up and make it more
cohesive for her. She would do that later in the day. She went to her desk. It was bare of paper and she opened a drawer and found that it was bare of pencils and the various paraphernalia needed to run an office. That would be her first task. She walked out of the room, past a long row of desks to the storeroom and got herself an armful of scratch pads, pencils and pens, stapler, a staple puller, some paperclips, and went back to her office.
She was beginning to function, and except for the wetness in her crotch which was now quite distracting, she was beginning to feel more like the business woman she knew herself to be.
She counted the desks. There were seven of them. At nine o'clock seven men reported in. They were young, but she had anticipated that. All were in their early twenties, all APPEARED to be married, perhaps fathers, and she knew that they would be on the base for two weeks before returning to their civilian jobs.
It happened to them a couple of times a year, and she knew that for the large part men like this thought of their two week National Guard stint as a lark and a way to get away from home.
She had resisted many, many advances by men such as this in the past as they had moved in and out of her spectrum as she worked for the Major.
Now it was a completely different situation. They were working for her. She was in command of their operation. They seemed attractive and easy-going. She was aware that they were surprised that their commander would be a woman. She still didn't know her title and smiled to herself at the fact that this was probably a very unmilitary-like operation and hoped that the Major would not run afoul of rules and regulations as he tried to clear the air for her to function in her new capacity.
There was nothing she could do, he simply had to pull some strings and she knew he was doing it. She smiled to herself again-provided, of course, he wasn't someplace pulling on his beautiful cock like she wanted to be pulling on her clitoris.
She had to fight the impulse to walk over to his office which was nearby. It would be fun to walk in on him and fuck him. It might only take five minutes. She almost got up and walked out the door.
But then she didn't. By eleven a.m. she had the office running smoothly with assignments handed out, the men related to specific desks and a gentle hum of efficiency began to take over. No one really knew what they were doing, but certain basic things had to be done and the men quickly grasped the need for some kind of efficiency and appeared to be quite cooperative.
From her desk she could see out the door into the room. She realized the men eyed her from time to time, but they were quite respectful and she was aware that it was the newness of the situation more than anything else that caused that. It was somewhat past 11:00 however, when Carrie looked directly into the crotch of a man who was sitting behind a typewriter working lazily and realized that he had an almost full erection pressing against his trousers. She could see the swelling clearly. It seemed to run a good 6 inches down his left leg. She stared at his pulsating penis in fascination. She felt excitement in her own crotch. She wondered what to do.
She closed her eyes. This was too much. Too much input of sexual stimulation. Her mouth seemed to water. The penis looked thick and hard. She wanted to touch it. She turned away to make a phone call.
Then, as she was talking, she felt her head pulled back towards the young man's crotch as if by invisible strings.
She found her conversation disjointed. Nervously she excused herself and said she'd call back and hung up the phone. She had to do SOMETHING. She had not been prepared for such a strong sexual impulse.
Finally, not knowing what to do, she called the man in the office. He had looked up startled when he saw her standing in the door. She spoke his name and said:
"Would you please come here?"
It was only then that he had become self conscious of his erection. He hesitated about getting up from the chair. Carrie looked directly as his crotch and said: "It's all right, please come in here. I need you for a moment."
The young man had picked up. He wasn't really sure what he had picked up, but he was aware that Carrie knew about his swollen cock. Awkwardly, his hand in his pocket, he walked casually into her office. He stopped just inside. Carrie was sitting behind the desk.
"Please close the door," she said, smiling.
He closed the door and turned back to her. He felt totally awkward.
Carrie realized this. She also felt awkward. Finally she decided to be blunt and straight forward. There wasn't anything else to do.
"I could see your hard-on from my chair," she declared flatly. She smiled.
The man was embarrassed.
"No, please," Carrie said. "I LIKED what I saw. That's EXACTLY why I called you in."
She couldn't believe what she was saying. Somehow her mother flashed thru her mind. She knew her mother had never done anything like that. She knew she wanted a different kind of life that her mother had.
"Please come around my desk," she said.
She was determined to go through with her openness. Almost blindly the young man came to her desk. He didn't know what to expect.
Carrie realized his predicament.
"Please," she said. "I love the looks of your cock, and I want to play with it"
She couldn't believe the words that were tumbling out of her mouth. But her feeling was strong that she was doing the right thing.
The man's cock had grown softer, his nervousness was pervading his system.
Carrie, with the man in front of her now once she turned her chair to the side, simply reached forward and unzipped his fly. She looked up directly into his eyes.
"It's all right. Your name is Kevin?"
"Yes ma'am, Kevin" he said.
"Kevin" she said. "It's all right. I want you to be my friend. And believe me, your big cock pleases me."
As she was saying that her hand found his naked cock flesh and she slowly, carefully, eased his penis out of his pants. It was only semi-stiff now, but she could see its potential and she gently began to pump it back and forth, all the time looking into his eyes.
Then she looked down at his penis in her hand. She held it up. She milked its foreskin back. It had a purplish tip and was quivering. It was quite different in size and texture from John Malcolm's cock, she thought to herself. Then she announced with glee, "I'm getting to be an expert jack-off artist."
She stroked Kevin's cock several times slowly and gently. Full, long strokes. The entire length of his throbbing shaft. She felt it begin to respond. She looked up at him again.
"It's huge, like I thought it would be."
Then she turned her eyes back to the growing penis. She put her face down to it. She could smell the pungent male order. It was a lovely smell. She opened her mouth and slid her softened lips over the knob.
Kevin was three-quarters erect and very quickly began to grow quite fast as Carrie moved her mouth backwards and forward sucking happily. She was very gentle and very sensuous.
Within a moment Kevin was erect. He looked down in fascination. He had never seen such a beautiful woman. Her red hair glistened in the soft office light. He wondered what her naked body was like. He could see she was tall and full and wondered if her breasts were ready as ripe and full as they appeared to be thru her sweater. It was such a soft business-like sweater he couldn't really tell. She obviously had not dressed to turn somebody on but to be efficient. These thoughts went through his mind as he watched her red soft lips move back and forth down the length of his shaft. He almost closed his eyes in ecstasy as he felt the sensitive knob of his hard cock pushing against the roof of her mouth, probing down into her soft red hot and slick throat. He wondered what her cunt was like. Would it be as soft as her throat, or softer? Was she a NATURAL redhead? He was sure she was. He had never fucked a redhead and he had never seen such a beautiful woman.
He decided to take an action. Slowly he pushed her head away from his big cock.
For Carrie it was perfect timing. Her cunt was simply throbbing with heat. She wanted his pulsating. She responded to his push by leaning back in her chair and simultaneously raising her skirt. Quickly she pulled off her pantyhose.
Kevin stared down at her in fascination. Her lush legs spreading out on either side of him. He stared in disbelief at
her curly red pubic hair. He reached down and touched it with his finger. Carrie was dripping, of course. Kevin's cock jumped. Then he quickly straightened up and dropped his trousers, stepped out of them and put his cock against the outer swollen lips of Carrie's beautiful, hungry, demanding cunt.
He didn't wait. There was no need to wait. He simply let himself slide up into the warm heat of her vaginal tract and held still, waiting to see if her cuntal muscles would stroke him or if he had to move back and forth.
Carrie paused and then suddenly began to suck on his cock which felt delicious to her, with her cuntal muscles. She had developed them and was able to create a strong suction.
Kevin looked into her eyes.
"Fantastic you sure can suck cock good!"
She relaxed somewhat. She liked this young man. She liked his spontaneity.
Kevin began to fuck her, moving slowly back and forth for a moment, and then rapidly becoming caught up in his own passion. Within moments he was pile driving his cock in and out of her cunt, cum was almost at the tip before he realized it.
Carrie, sensing the beauty of their connection, grabbed him around the shoulders and threw her legs around his waist and tried to shove her hot, demanding cunt as far against his stomach as she could, throbbing her pelvic area, vibrating it, doing everything she could to fuck back at him.
Within seconds they came in a massive, all-consuming orgasm. It crept up on Carrie. She didn't realize she was so close to cuming. And then, when she realized it was happening, she put her hot lips against his ear and whispered throatily:
"Kevin, my God! Kevin! I'm Cuming! Ooooooohhhhhhh! Ooooooohhhhhhh Yes! Fuck me, Kevin! Fuck me! Your cock is so long. Harder! Harder! OHhhhhhhhhhh Yes! Yes!"
And then they relaxed.
Kevin stood up, somewhat self consciously. Carrie leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked it lovingly. She licked the bottom of it. The underside of it. She kissed it and caressed it. She milked the semen out of it, swallowing it lovingly, trying to make him feel comfortable. She knew his self consciousness and she didn't want to destroy a good thing. She wanted this young man's hard cock again.
"Then, when he was completely soft, she somewhat stuffed his penis back in his pants and looked up at him, smiling.
'There, fix yourself up," she said. "That was really beautiful, and if you don't mind, I'd like to do it again."
The smile on her face was the reassuring thing. Kevin was not witless. He had just been taken by surprise by the sexual woman.
"Anytime boss. Anytime you want to get fucked," he told her.
"I'm sorry, but you have to go now," she said. "The others will suspect. OK?"
"Okay," he smiled and went out the door, leaving the door open.
Carrie sat back. "My God, what have I done" she thought. She began to have some pretty, bad feelings. She began to punish herself. Her mother flashed through her mind. Her mother wouldn't have approved, she thought. But the military? What kind of a military woman am I? She didn't know. And then there was the under current of excitement. It had not gone. She was aware that nothing
was driving that away. She eased back in her chair. She felt semen oozing out of her vagina. She reached under her skirt, trying to plug the opening with her fingers. Then she broadened her hand, letting it fit snugly over the curve of her pubic mound, her eyes watching the door to make sure none of the men were close.
And then she raised her hand to her lips and licked the semen away. She put her hand back to get some more. She was astonished at the sexual personality she was developing. Her father would have been abhorred.
As she sat, alternately touching her cuntal opening and then licking her semen laden fingers and staring at the door, she suddenly realized the power she had over the men, if her power over Kevin was any indication. She was suddenly sure that it was. And it struck her as a power she absolutely had never had before and perhaps did not want now. Yet there was the excitement and the knowledge that she had indeed just had sex with someone she was supposed to be in charge of. It was a concept new to her. And she felt herself strongly resisting it.
Yet, it had been a juicy orgasm. And Kevin was a young handsome stud. She realized she was not that much older, but still five years in the 20's is quite a bit of difference, and she felt distinctly older.
Had he found her attractive? She was sure he had. And she had loved his response.
She left the office early, making an excuse, and hurried home, covering the three short blocks in a matter of minutes, leaving her car at the curb and rushing inside, closing and locking the door, not even opening a window, rushing to her bottle of scotch and taking an enormous belt as a way of bringing her life back into focus.
She would have been totally frightened had she not been simultaneously aware of her growing sense of frustration at
not being able to understand the undercurrent of excitement that was effecting everything in her life now.
She grabbed an apple and a banana and some cheese from her refrigerator and sat down on her living room couch with her scotch and began to nibble and drink. She realized, after the first bite of apple, that she was ravenously hungry, not having eaten the entire day. Somewhere midway through the apple and the cheese she stood up and took off her clothes. They seemed too binding, too restricting, and her crotch was simply driving her crazy with its heat.
She looked at the banana, recognizing instantly its phallic shape. She picked it up, held it in front of her, her other hand holding her glass of scotch. She sipped and looked at the banana. She leaned back and spread her crotch open. She put the banana against her pouting lips. She did not insert, she simply rubbed the length of it against the lips, enjoying the coolness, somehow identifying with its sexual nature. And then she laid it back down on the table and closed her legs. Finally, as she sat there somewhat in bewilderment and somewhat in excitement, it dawned on her that she had not turned on any lights in her apartment, but had simply lit a candle. She wondered about that, and then smiled, identifying it with her love of the candlelit weekend she had just spent.
She was dead wrong about that, but she had no way of knowing it.
She walked into her bathroom and got under the shower. The scotch sitting on the sink along side, her mouth still full of a healthy bite of apple and cheese. She let the hot water pour against the back of her neck as she chewed. She put her head down slightly, her eyes closed. The warmth felt terrific.
She flipped her hand back and forth across her clitoris and smiled to herself, astonished at how lively and responsive it was.
Kevin's cock was running rampant in her mind. It had been so big, so hard, so thrilling. Then she realized that it should have been John's cock. His had been even more beautiful, or at least the weekend had been fantastic, even wondrous. She shook her head. She took her hand away from her vagina and turned her breasts against the hot, stinging sprays.
She had to have an orgasm. She realized that. She switched the shower knob from shower to faucet and the water began to come out of the tub faucet. She lay down. It was the right temperature, but it was coming out too hard, she adjusted the pressure. When it was right she lay on her back in the tub, her feet up against the wall above her, her clitoris directly under the demanding, tantalizing stream of water.
Instantly Carrie began to cum.
"Oh My God!" she said. "Oh God!" She was talking to no one. In the quietness of her bathroom she was not concerned with sound. And so a restriction was gone from her body. Now her voice became louder.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhh! Oooooohhhhhhhh!" It was penetrating, demanding. One orgasm after another blended in her crotch and she realized happily that the water would satisfy her, that a major, all-consuming orgasm was approaching.
She gasped, "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH! YESSSSSSS! DAMNIT!" AHHHHHHHHHHH!" It was so unlike her, so unreal, that she was aware of what she was doing and it was exciting.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she began saying over and over. And then finally the orgasm swept thru her body and as did Carrie's voice became a loud, demanding wail.
almost unintelligible as she said:
"AHHHHHHHHH! I'm cuming! I'm cuming! Cu cuming!" over and over.
CHAPTER THREE
She couldn't remember when she had slept that well and she was smiling to herself in appreciation as she walked into the office the next morning.
She said hello to the men as she walked in and noticed a slight change in their attitude, but she thought nothing of it. She could hear her phone ringing in her office and she hurried in to pick it up.
It was John Malcolm. He was breezy and light-hearted and wanted to invite her out to dinner. They talked somewhat happily and she kidded him to see if they were going back to the same restaurant. They left it up in the air, depending on how tired she was at the end of the day, since it was a new job. He told her about his new secretary and wondered if she would be able to find any time during the day to swing by and give her a few tips.
By the time she had hung up, Carrie's mind was completely focused on her new job. It wasn't until a little bit before 10:30 that she even managed to glance up and look out into the room.
Kevin was sitting in the same place. Again his crotch was open, but he had no erection. She looked right at his crotch, smiling. And then, finally it seemed that she got his attention and Kevin looked up. He gave her a slight wave, and then suddenly she reached down to squeeze his penis. She smiled and shook her head and then went back to work.
It was only then that she became aware of the continuation of the strange excitement that she had been feeling now for several days. So much in fact, she found it difficult to concentrate. She found herself thinking of Kevin's pulsating penis. Then the Major's huge cock. Then Kevin's again. Did she dare call him into the office again? Did she want to? Her crotch became wet as she sat there. She became aware of it. She put her hand to her forehead, looking down at the desk.
From Kevin's point of view it looked like she was reading. But actually Carrie's eyes were closed. She was struggling with herself. Did she want more sex with Kevin's cock? Yes, she sure did. But she resisted. Somehow, flickering images of her father and mother swept across her psyche. Surely she couldn't have sex with Kevin every day, as delightful as it was. And then there was this evening, and John Malcolm's cock waiting for her if she wanted it. She thought to herself it was funny she would be thinking sexual thoughts almost exclusively when her mind focused on these men. That WAS unusual for her. She decided she didn't like it. It was scary. She wanted something else. She didn't know what. The unexplainable excitement burned inside of her-would she ever get the answer?
She decided to get up from the desk and move around. It might help get her mind back on the right track. She got up from the desk. She remembered she had wanted a ruler and she strode out of the office back toward the stockroom, passing the various desks as she went along.
The men spoke to her just brief hellos and she nodded back. She noticed their eyes sweeping down over her body as she walked along. It WAS exciting. There was something different about the way they were behaving. She hurried into the stockroom.
Once inside she leaned against the counter breathing
deeply, trying to resist the tremendous surge of excitement the men's sweeping appraisal of her had created.
When she had recovered she looked briefly, but only briefly, for the ruler. When she found it she grabbed it, but realized she didn't want to walk back through that room immediately. She put her hands on the production desk, resting her weight against it, looking down. And she stared in amazement at the hand gripping the ruler. Her fingers had closed at the 7-1/2 inch marking. She smiled to herself as the thought of John Malcolm's cock shot into her mind.
She felt a sense of anticipation. Tonight she could play with it again. Then she straightened up and looked around. It was quiet and dark in the stockroom. The light hand not been turned on yet. She seemed safe and remote, and suddenly she was aware of the almost rampant surging in her vagina.
She leaned back against the counter and glanced toward the door. She was safe, alone, and the hallway outside was constructed in such a way that anybody approaching the storeroom would have cast a shadow against the wall. She knew she was safe.
She reached down and lifted her skirt. She had decided to wear a garter belt and stockings. She slid her hand inside of her pants, feeling the red hair of her pussy, loving its texture. But her fingers were hungry. Quickly they probed down into the wet, warm, inviting depths of the vagina. A gasp came to her throat at the moisture. She had just simply never been this wet on such a constant basis. She smiled to herself. Her fingers flicked at the clitoris. The warmth grew rapidly in her stomach like a coal suddenly getting red hot, glowing. She began to move her finger.
Then the pants distracted her and she stopped, hesitating, then realized she could do it, and quickly took her pants off and stuffed them in her skirt pocket. Now her
crotch was open. Her hand pressed across her clitoris. She was almost at the point of orgasm within seconds. Her eyes remained focused on the hallway outside the storeroom door, watching for shadows. But her mind and body zeroed in on the passion building in her crotch. Her hand was flying. Her passion building at an incredible speed.
She began to gasp quietly, trying to remain silent.
Behind her, in the dark corner of the storeroom, Tory Evens watched in amazement. His fly was open and his cock erect. He had been going insane with desire with Carrie ever since last night in the beer parlor when he had heard Kevin's story of how sexual she was. He had been standing in the storeroom masturbating when Carrie approached. And he had stood frozen, awaiting discovery should she turn on the light And then had realized he was safe when she didn't turn the light on and he had continued to stroke himself, watching in total fascination as he saw her lift her skirt, take off her pants and begin to play with herself.
A giant, crude man of the streets, Tory did not know about sophisticated lovemaking. Though he had lost his virginity at the age of 10, and now at 23 had had so many women, half of them simply stand up fucks in some alley or some doorway or some relatively unsophisticated place, that he was literally a sexual animal whose life evolved around sex more than anything else. His National Guard duty was simply a defense mechanism, since he had no education, no training to take him into a high paying profession, and as such was a natural for armed forces services. And so he was protecting himself by being in the National Guard in the hopes that he would avoid induction, should some kind of war break out.
Tory had no goals. No ambitions. Life was just fine with him the way it was at this moment in his life. He loved the
feeling of his cock, which was thick and long. And he was in the habit of having from 3 to 4 orgasms a day, day in, day out, mostly through the use of his hands. The sight in front of him inflamed him beyond all reason.
It was as she began to gasp with her orgasm that Tory's giant hand slipped over her mouth and Carrie felt the cold, penetrating thrust of total danger sweep thru her body. Her hand jerked away from her cunt and she would have sprung around naturally except Tory had already spun her. Her body whirled. Her belly pressed against his and his hands quickly reversed itself to cover her mouth from the other angle.
Fortunately, Carrie recognized him as he loomed above her, but she also recognized the lust glazed look on his face. Then, before she could do anything by way of struggling, she felt his giant cock press against her cunt.
He had moved so swiftly that her skirt hadn't even had time to drop and cover her. And now, pushing her against the counter, Tory simply pushed his cock into the opening between her legs. His hand reached down, trying to guide it inside of her, his other hand not only covering her mouth but pushing her head back severely so that she couldn't move.
To her utter astonishment, Carrie felt herself spread her legs. And when she did his giant cock slid into her belly in one solid, piston-like stroke. Tory knew instinctively from his years on the streets, that the spreading of the legs meant she wouldn't scream, and he took his hand away from her mouth and began kissing her passionately, his mouth open, his tongue probing.
It took Carrie a second to adjust, to overcome her own reservations. But something was driving her. He had caught her at the absolutely perfect moment. She wanted his big cock. She loved the feeling in her stomach. She began to
suck on his tongue, opening her mouth as wide as she could. It was crude, brutal, unattractive, and yet there was something animal and stimulating about it. There was that tremendous force pummeling into her midsection. Tory's pumping hips were simply driving his cock in wild abandon into the red, succulent, dripping cunt he had imagined for the past ten hours or so.
The reason for Carrie's response was that she began to cum almost instantly when the cock penetrated her. She had been so dose before Tory touched her, and now the stimulation was perfect and she was ready.
It was only when she was thru cuming that she began to concentrate on the pile driving brutality of the young man's pelvis and her hatred for what was happening. Suddenly it was disgusting. Suddenly it seemed evil. Suddenly it seemed confusing.
And quickly that vanished. She realized he had made her have an orgasm. She realized the excitement of it. And then all thoughts were driven from her brain as her survival instincts took over. The pounding of his giant body against hers was almost too much. And yet, she recognized an excitement growing inside of her at the sheer knowledge he was about to ejaculate into her belly.
She tried to push back. However, there was no pushing back against Tory. It was his ballgame. His strength was far too superior.
And then he came. A massive, ripping surge of semen roaring up out of his testicles with heat and urgency and Carrie felt it splatter inside of her belly, hitting her cervix and womb. She thought he would never stop cuming. The spurts were tremendously exciting to her. Not so much in a sexual way, and that was to bother her later, but now she held as firmly as she could and let the giant man spend his sexual seed inside of her.
When the orgasm had passed, Tory simply pulled his cock out of her. It made a distinct noise as it popped out of Carrie's cunt.
Quickly she reached down to grab it. She wanted to feel it before it lost its size. She wanted to caress it and touch it.
A sound of astonishment caught in her throat at its massive size. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen. She bent forward to see it more clearly. She turned him so that the light would hit it better. She milked at it, getting a big, large white glob of semen to form at the end from her milking movement. She reached down and accepted the semen in her mouth and swallowed it, loving the taste. She continued to milk. She knew instinctively that Tory was a man who could probably fuck her the entire day. A man of consummate sexual energy.
As she leaned forward looking at his rigid penis, Carrie felt the first gobs of semen begin the trickle down the inside of her leg. Quickly she put her hand in her crotch to stop the flow, not wanting it to ooze down over her stockings.
Tory's penis was not losing its strength or its rigidity. She milked her cuntal muscles on it in fascination. Then he bent forward even more to put her mouth over the giant knob. She could only get the knob itself inside, the shaft was too big. She realized she would have to really work to get her mouth open far enough to actually take the length of it inside. She moved her lips as softly as she could back and forth over the knob, all the while moving her hand up and down the shaft. Tory simply loomed over her, quite satiated and now totally fascinated. No woman had ever aroused him. He was too simplistic to be thinking in terms of discover, and so he stood there letting the tall, luscious, redheaded turned-on woman milk his huge cock.
He knew he would not get soft. He knew his penis would stay hard as long as he was involved in a sexual situation. And so he just stared down at the top of Carrie's head as it bobbed up and down.
An overwhelming need to have the giant cock inside of her again began to come over Carrie. She weighed the possibilities of discovery. Could she take the chance? Her fingers which were covering the opening of her vagina began to move back and forth against her clitoris. Her passion was running high suddenly. She knew she could cum. She decided to take a chance.
She straightened up.
"Again?" she said questioningly, and nodded her head.
"Sure," Tory said, "sure."
It had never entered his mind NOT to go again.
Quickly Carrie turned her back toward him and put her elbows out on the counter so that she was bending forward and reached back between her legs and took his pulsating penis and guided it into her gaping vagina from behind.
Tory began to fuck her.
Carrie closed her eyes in disbelief, not anticipating and certainly now not believing the incredible feeling of his throbbing pole of rigid cock flesh as it slid into her now, and not so urgently, up the full length of her vaginal tract.
For some reason Tory moved slowly, which was just what Carrie wanted. He pumped it in and out, savoring the erotic pleasure himself. He put his hands on either side of Carrie's smooth buttocks, holding her skirt up so he could see the full, voluptuousness of her appealing shape. He seemed to go out of focus with reality. His psyche, eyes and attention all focused on the magnificent sexual spectacle in front of him. He watched in fascination as his giant cock moved in and out and with equal fascination as Carrie's swollen, red, cuntal lips seemed to pull out as he pulled out, and then fold in as he pushed in, as though kissing and
caressing his giant pole.
Carrie slipped her hand down to her clitoris. It was all she needed. Only a few strokes had occurred when another major orgasm rippled up thru her body. She pushed back as hard as she could and at the push Tory simply responded in a natural way and began to fuck her harder, ever harder with great, long, pile driving strokes.
By some miracle they came together. And it wasn't until she was midway through her orgasm that Carrie realized that the added thrill she was getting was coming from hot gobs of semen. There weren't too many of them, but she felt them distinctly. She was astonished that the giant man could cum THAT quickly, but she didn't question it. She put her knuckles against her mouth to keep from making a sound, her eyes closed, her entire body pushing back as far as she could, trying to open itself up for maximum penetration as the orgasm swept over her.
A short time later, back in her office, Carrie sat staring at the locked door. She had simply closed herself in, isolated herself, convinced she had to think through what it was that was happening to her. It was so confusing, so bewildering. God, how she had fantasized for years and years about being raped. How she had feared it and then only recently, perhaps the last two years, she actually worked out a plan where if she was raped she would not only relax and enjoy it, but get right into it.
And now, suddenly, without any question, she had been totally and completely RAPED. There was no question in her mind, that had she resisted Tory in the storeroom, he would have done virtually the same thing as he did by her cooperating.
And the excitement-it was total, bewildering. She sat there, her skirt raised, her crotch open, her fingers against the opening of her vagina, the love juices still oozing out.
She would ladle it up to her mouth and suck it in and then put her hand back down to collect some more. Her mind was racing, trying to penetrate. Would her mother have ENJOYED that rape?
Then suddenly the thought became clear to Carrie. Her mother WOULD have, enjoyed the rape. Her mother really would have enjoyed it. But why? It was different, THAT'S why. It was not boring. But surely violence of that nature was not what appealed to Carrie. Surely she didn't want to go through the rest of her life being raped in order to be turned on.
Her mind flickered to John, and then to Kevin and her fantastic excitement with both men. What had been different about that? They certainly weren't rapes, although John had faked a rape. What was it? Suddenly the crystalization occurred. What it was was that it was different? Why did she have the negative feelings? She was beginning to think it all through, she was beginning to see openings in her logic. She was beginning to see the pathway for her thoughts. Maybe light at the end of the tunnel. She continued to think. She had been turned on, so that in itself was evidence. What was it she DIDN'T like?
The incident with Kevin leaped to her mind. She had been in complete control then. That was the one instance where rape of sorts had not entered the picture in the last few days. Control-control-her mind grasped at the thought. Control. She realized she could call Tory into the office right now and do the same thing again. And she considered doing it, and then stopped, aware that her sexual excitement had increased at the prospect. Why was that? She could go over to John Malcolm's office and probably fuck him. That excited her. Tonight there would be sex with John if she wanted it.
The clue came through loud and clear at last. Control.
Control was what she wanted. With that realization she with equal suddenness became aware of why she had had the strange excitement since that wild Saturday night with John. The answer was simple; by signing the papers and getting her new position she had been given, quite by accident, control and she had INTERPRETED THAT as being control of her sexual destiny.
Now she understood why her action with Kevin had been so exciting. She understood why her action with Tory had-though exciting-had been still slightly frustrating. She had not had TOTAL control.
She flipped all of the fingers of her right hand all the way into her cunt and began fucking herself with pleasure. She had the answer. She stopped the fucking motion. It became obvious to her, she was a woman seeking challenge. She was a woman whose mother had had a shabby sex life and who had been busy all these years inculcating her daughter with a set of formulae that were not applicable. And now she had broken thru. There would be NO MORE rape situations. There would be similar situations, but if anything, SHE would be the one doing the raping. Her body seemed to expand beneath her. Her cunt seemed to be begging for something more inside of it. She suddenly felt power. She felt relieved. For the first time she could understand, the strange excitement that had been her constant companion for the last several days.
CHAPTER FOUR
She had called John and begged off for the evening, promising him that it was not his fault, but that she wasn't feeling well. He understood. They made a date for two nights hence and Carrie went home in a glow of anticipation.
She was looking forward with eager anticipation to the evening. She thought it MIGHT BE the most profound evening of her life. She wanted to be alone. She wanted to make notes, if necessary. She wanted to pull all of the loose ends together, because now she had the one thing she had never had before-POWER to control her sexual destiny and that seemed inordinately appealing to her as she drove the three blocks and went inside and poured her first martini.
She was still very much awake at I:30 A.M. She had gone over all the details a hundred times and every single time everything seemed to fit in place. She was feeling absolutely fantastic There was no way she could sleep. She was aware of a truth. At least for the time being what she wanted was exactly the opposite of what her mother had and what she had been taught to expect. She wanted UNCONVENTIONAL sexual relationships.
Everything about the last few days was explained in that realization. Unconventional, and though she felt a little bit afraid, she was excited, and now certainly totally willing.
She began to think of Tory's giant cock. Then Kevin's. Then back to Tory's, back to Kevin. It was all so fascinating. If they were only available to her right now. If they were only just sitting there on that couch. Or better still, if she were only laying there on that couch. Or better still, if she were only laying there on that couch with them towering above her, their erect penises rampant with hardness, waiting to push their huge cocks inside her.
She wondered if she was going crazy. But she realized with humor that she wasn't. That she was finally released from a great barrier and that though this might be temporary, it was going to be explored and hopefully consummated in total so that she could understand it.
She began to walk around the apartment. She hadn't had much to drink, and so she stopped in the kitchen and fixed herself another martini, enjoying the glow within her body.
It was as she was staring down at the dry vermouth bottle and absorbing its phallic shape, that the thought occurred to her. Both Tory and Kevin were available to her, and right now. They just didn't happen to be in her apartment, that's all.
Quickly her mind shot back to the barracks where she knew they were sleeping. She imagined row after row of sleeping men. Somewhere in there was Tory's great hulk of a cock and Kevin's sensitive, enjoyable, lusty penis.
She stood, staring down at the bottle. The drink still sitting on the sink top, her hand on its base, frozen in thought Then quickly she smiled to herself, picked up the martini and drank it in one delicious gulp and almost ran to the door.
She stopped at the door then, suddenly, abruptly realized how inadequately dressed she was. She ran to her bedroom and removed the robe she was wearing and quickly put on a loose fitting Scottish sweater and a full
peasant skirt over her naked body, slipped into a pair of loafers, and returned to the door.
Seven minutes later she was at the barracks. She let herself in, softly closing the door behind her. She could hear the breathing of men and she waited until her eyes adjusted, to the total darkness inside. Finally she began to see the shapes of bunks and the whiteness of sheets, and then the shape of windows as the outside blueness seemed to light up the interior.
She was shaking with excitement. She paused, trying to calm herself down and said to herself, "Honey, if you want something unconventional, you are now doing it" She smiled, the thought gave her pleasure. Somehow it calmed her. But how could she find the men? Perhaps Tory would be the easiest to find, since he was so tall.
She slipped out of her shoes in order to be quiet, and began to walk carefully down the aisle between the bunks. She could see quite well now. About a third of the way down on the right she stopped in her tracks. The giant hulk of Tory lay spread out on the bunk and there was no mistaking who it was.
She moved beside his bed. She was terrified in a way. There was no telling what he or anyone else would do if she were discovered. Somehow that didn't matter. She felt reasonably certain no harm would come to her.
She sat down ever so gently on the edge of his bed. Her mind seemed to close out the rest of the barracks. She watched the giant man breathe deeply as he slept, lying on his back. She could make out his shape under the blanket. And finally, when she had zeroed in on where his crotch actually was, she put her hand out to try and feel his penis.
It was lying up against his stomach and she could feel the giant girth as it lay there in softness. Tory's body moved quickly, which startled Carrie, and then she realized
he had not awakened. She was very gentle, and left her hand on his cock for perhaps two full minutes, feeling it slowly expand in size, but still lay back gently against his stomach.
With great care, she began to lower the blankets from his body. She took her hand away from his penis briefly to pull the blankets down, hoping that the cooler air against his naked body would not awaken him. When the blankets were down around his knees, Carrie lifted his penis ever so gently and continued to stroke it. It began to grow more rapidly. When she was certain it was hard enough for penetration, she stood up and moved her body to straddle his giant body, moving as carefully and gently as she could so as not to awaken him.
Finally she was in position, her hand back between her legs, guiding the giant knob of his huge penis against the opening of her pouting vagina. She felt it slip inside of her cunt lips and held it firmly as she slowly eased her body down. It penetrated softly. She could feel its girth fill her vagina. It was slow and oozing and it was tremendously exciting, adding a dimension to her already existing excitement, and Carrie began to wonder if she had made a mistake because she didn't know whether she could remain slow and quiet much longer, the feeling was so intense.
Finally, when she had his penis entirely inside of her, she breathed a sigh of relief, and began a slow milking with her vaginal muscles, trying to suck the giant penis further up inside of her. She could feel it growing. It was beginning to get hard. She was almost at the point of orgasm, not so much from clitoral stimulation, but simply from her own excitement from the bizarre adventure. She knew that Tory would awaken any moment.
When she felt she had waited as long as she could, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his lips and
began to kiss him. Instantly, he awoke. But he seemed to know instinctively what was happening. For a brief moment Carrie grew frightened as she felt his giant hands on her shoulders and herself being pushed away, but he was only trying to get her face in focus so he could see WHO it was.
As soon as he recognized her, Tory relaxed his hands and drew her back to his mouth. He began to move his hips, sliding up and down, up and down, into her dripping cunt. He couldn't believe how slippery it was. His passionate excitement began to grow. In and out the giant prick went, and Carrie became lost in exotic feelings. She stopped kissing Tory, burying her face in his neck, wanting to concentrate on the tremendous heat her cunt was getting.
She moved as much as she could, but the giant man's movements alone were adequate. She began to cum. She murmured against his neck, whispering, very softly, not wanting to awaken anyone.
Her whispers were long and slow, mimicking exactly the long slow pulsations of sexuality ripping thru her body. She felt completely excited.
She felt Tory shooting his semen into her. For some reason his body just seemed to go lax, there was none of the driving, forcing sexuality of the stockroom.
For Tory it was like a wet dream more than a sexual experience. And as his semen shot into her he finished fucking and simply went back to sleep. Carrie didn't understand this. She enjoyed his hot semen and the fact that his giant cock in her flaming pussy was still hard and throbbing. She did wonder why his body stopped moving, but thought he was just resting after the orgasm. She sat up and began to fuck back and forth, her pelvis picking up a rhythm that slowly drove her to an even greater dimension of sexuality. She ground and ground, her eyes closed, her hands resting along side of the giant body, her total focus on the burning ember of sexuality in her stomach.
It was only moments after her fifth multiple orgasm in that position, orgasms which had been seemingly continuous, that Carrie heard Tory snore. The sound startled her. She could hear other men snoring, but there was no mistaking that this was Tory snoring because the sound was so close. She paused, anger flared up inside of her. And suddenly she realized the foolishness of anger and she began to laugh. His cock was, still deeply embedded in her. She was, cuming time after time. If Tory could sleep through it what the hell!
She began to grind her cunt again. But there was something about the knowledge that the man she was fucking was sound asleep that still bothered her. Even though she worked up a couple of more orgasms, and realized that her cunt was simply aflame with desire, that her mind wandered to the fact that the room was literally full of cocks and there was no real need to stop here.
She thought about this some more. Did she dare approach a stranger? Did she dare try to arouse ANOTHER man? And then she realized that she did.
She pulled off Tory, kissed his penis, and pulled the blankets back up, smiling to herself. Semen was already running down her thighs.
Which bed should she choose? What, would she do? Without figuring it out, and with the full realization that Kevin, because of his more normal size, would be almost impossible to find, she began to walk ever so softly down the aisle again.
The man who stopped her, stopped her simply because the room was too warm for him and he was lying on top of
his blanket and she could see his shape against the darker army-colored blanket, and his white shorts and his white t-shirt clearly defined his body. She touched his penis through his shorts, and was surprised to find that it was almost totally erect. She smiled to herself, a piss hard-on in the middle of the barracks.
She climbed on top of the man. This time not so carefully, but still aware of the fact that she didn't want to wake him up. His penis stood up through the opening in his shorts. It was not overly large, but it was rock hard. Carrie sat down smoothly on the man's upraised cock and began a slow, fucking motion with her hips.
The man stirred. And then, almost sat straight up. This surprised Carrie, but not so much that she couldn't quickly clamp her hand over his mouth. Sexual instinct told the man to relax. Her hot slippery cunt felt good. His cock pulsated in her hot cunt. And certainly he was getting the right kind of heat. He stared over her hand. He had not seen her. He did not know WHO she was. And in his state of relaxed excitation he really didn't give a damn. She felt his body unwinding.
She took her hand away, bent forward and gently kissed him. He kissed back and began pumping his pelvis up and down. Carrie straightened up and began to fuck him, thrusting her cunt up and down, giving his penis that long pleasure ride in and out of her dripping vagina. She got almost carried away with such a different feeling, and she was right at the point of orgasm when, somebody lit a match not far from her face.
A slight scream escaped her throat as she stared in disbelief at the intrusion. A smiling, man who was half asleep was leaning over from the next bunk, holding his arm out with the match in his hand, staring in disbelief at what he was seeing.
"Dammit!" he laughed," what the hell is going on here?"
He got out of bed and put his head close to his buddy's.
'Tell me, what the fuck is going on?" he demanded.
Carrie could hear him all too clearly. Her cunt had stopped moving. She was afraid to scream. It would only awaken others.
"Damned if I know, but it's great."
She heard it come from her partner.
"Damned if I know, but keep the fucking light out, will you man."
"Okay, Okay, I didn't know."
Carrie felt a strange hand on her breasts.
"She's downright beautiful. Feel those knockers!"
Though they were just barely whispering, it seemed to Carrie the men were shouting. The hand felt good and she didn't mind, but she did not want the whole barracks to know she was in there. Or did she?
"I'm going to cum." She heard her partner say tell this to his buddy. "Just stop your fucking moving till I get my rocks off, will you Mac?"
She felt the hands go slack on her heaving breasts. She felt the man she was fucking begin to respond with cunt-grabbing precision.
The motion of her cunt was all it took to make the man cum. She felt him explode. She felt the heat of the shooting semen. Her cervix seemed on fire. She lowered her head, enjoying it immensely. She was not ready to cum herself, but the excitement was tremendous. She heard the man say, under his breath,"
Then she felt his body go slack.
"Hey, I want some," the guy from the next bed whispered. His head was only inches from hers.
"All right, dammit," Carrie said. She was angry now at his intrusion. "All right, just shut up and get back in bed."
She realized she was talking like one of the men. Her cunt seemed to be fire. She got off of the man who had just cum in her. She squeezed his cock, bending forward and kissing it, getting some of his white hot semen in her mouth. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, pushing some of his own semen in his mouth. He spun his head away and then brought it back. She sensed he was smiling.
"Thanks pal," she said.
She heard him grunt, but she realized he was just staring at her. She wandered to the next bed.
The tousled man was now naked and his cock was stone hard. He had gotten himself into the same position as his buddy. Once Carrie touched his penis and realized his position, she smiled to herself and simply climbed aboard.
She paused over him, realizing her skirt was causing her trouble, and then she climbed off and removed her skirt and got back on. She felt better now. It seemed wondrous to her that such a thing could happen. She eased his huge cock into her slippery cunt. It was extremely thick. She eased down over it, and began to fuck.
He lay there, his arms behind his head. She could see the grin outlined on his face by the soft light from the nearby window.
She could feel the passion in her pussy. The heat, the fire, had never left. She was feeling lost in passion. She closed her eyes, fucking down harder. It was delicious. Her orgasms were more juicy than ever. She joyously fucked the tousled man in the dark barracks. For the first time in her life her sex was wild; the way she loved it.
She pumped away, passion overflowing as she began to cum. She leaned forward, putting her head against the tousled man's chest. He sensed what was happening andhelped her, grasping her hips, thrusting his pelvis up into
her belly, and when he did so he began to cum himself.
It was as she was resting, waiting to see if his penis would stay hard, her eyes slightly open, that Carrie became aware of a flash of light. Her eyes blinked open, but there was no light anywhere in the barracks. She turned her head instinctively towards the direction from which she sensed the light had come. She was looking directly at a man across the aisle who was sitting up in bed and dragging on a cigarette.
The glow seemed intense in the darkened room. She wondered to herself if the glowing light meant danger or pleasure. She decided to find out.
She got off the tousled man and did the same thing, shaking his cock a few times and kissing it. His hand touched her head gratefully but that's all he did. She got off of him and walked across towards the glowing cigarette.
When she got beside the bed she realized the man was only partially sitting up. He had propped his pillow so that his head was higher, but his body was stretched out along the bed and he was simply looking at her. As she stood there he lowered the cigarette down towards where his crotch was and from the glow she could see his penis. A sharp suck of breath caught in her throat. She had never seen a penis that long. She guessed nine inches.
She reached forward to touch its throbbing head. She had to touch that huge penis. It was longer than Tory's, but not nearly so big around. It seemed to curve upward towards the man's belly. His other hand was on his penis, but when her hands touched his he pulled it away. She began to stroke his huge cock. The veins of his penis stood out strongly. The man took a drag on his cigarette, and from the glow she could see his smiling eyes.
She didn't wait. This was a cock she wanted to feel inside of her. Again she got in the straddling position,
lowering herself. She breathed a sigh of pleasure as she felt his huge cock enter her. She leaned forward, whispering to him, "I love every inch of your prick." He whispered,
"I don't know WHO you are, honey, but ENJOY YOURSELF. It's all yours!"
He pushed upward, causing her breath to catch in her throat again. It was incredible pleasure. She spread her body out on his body. They were now two naked bodies fucking against each other.
Between the two of them they established a gentle screwing rhythm. Carrie fucked happily, closing her eyes, to savor the thrills of his huge pumping penis. She wondered if there was any limit to the number of times she could climax. She didn't care. It was all so thrilling. Everything was happening so naturally. She could feel the man gently pushing his pelvis up and down. She wondered if he realized the sexual pleasure he was giving her as the swollen, burgeoning knob of his demanding cock rubbed areas of her sexuality that had never been touched before.
It didn't matter. She came once. She came twice. Her body seemed to be opening itself up to total erotic pleasure.
It was when she had almost reached her third orgasm that she felt the sudden, distinct pressure on the bed, that could not have been caused by the man she was fucking. Her body froze. She felt the man she was fucking squeeze her and pat her slightly on the back.
"It's alright,honey, relax," he said softly.
There wasn't much she could do, and so she relaxed and almost instantly she became aware that a body was climbing on top of her body. She wondered what was happening. But the pleasure in her cunt was so great she didn't fight the feeling. And then, before she had time to
move, she felt the distinct spreading of her curvaceous ass cheeks and then almost immediately the wetness of a pair of saliva-laden fingers as they began to insistently probe her anus.
Quickly she started to raise off the man. But she had not moved quickly enough. Her pelvic area began to move upward, it ran directly into a stiff, throbbing cock that was directed firmly against the tight opening of her anus. She paused, hesitating, terrified. The cock in her vagina continued to move, continued to feel fantastic. Her mind grasped what was happening. She feared she couldn't handle two cocks in her at once.
And then, not giving her any choice, she felt a firm short thrust of the cock coming at her from behind and a quick, piercing scream of pain shot through her body as the swollen, demanding cockhead shoved past her sphincter and was driving inside her anus. She buried her head in the man's chest. He held her tightly.
"Quiet," he said. "Quiet."
The cock in her ass-hole held still, seemingly poised for further penetration, but for the moment not moving. The pain, which had been sharp, was now gone. The man below her continued to move, and she continued to feel the thrill of his stabbing cock. Momentarily she forgot the penis in her ass-hole, her pleasure from the cock in her cunt was so great.
Then she felt the man ass fucking shoved his cock even further, pushing slowly yet firmly. She held her breath, waiting for more pain, but there was none. Her sphincters were open and her anus was accepting. It seemed like the rigid cock in her ass-hole stopped. She could feel the pubic hair and the belly of the man behind her, and realized his prick was all the way inside. He began to thrust in and out, fucking her ass-hole slowly, deliberately.
Quickly Carrie adjusted. Almost instantaneously, she realized the pleasure was indeed incredible. She began to push back. She began to wonder how she could fuck both cocks at the same time. She relaxed and let the cocks really fuck her.
She moaned softly into the man's chest. He began to drive his cock upward into her vagina.
The two men, through some kind of sexual instinct, established a rhythm. Carrie lay there, her beautiful, long, redheaded, red-bushed body, with its exquisite legs and voluptuous hips, and full breasts, simply luxuriating in the three way sexuality.
Her body began to respond rhythmically. She had never felt such EXQUISITE pleasure. She could feel her natural juices gushing down from her vagina. At one point she felt the man in her rectum straighten up. She distinctly felt several drops of saliva as he dropped them into her anal opening. Almost immediately his strokes became more slippery. And the pleasure for Carrie increased as a consequence.
She wondered briefly where the man had come from and realized that probably it was a man like the man with the cigarette who had heard something and had been cool enough not to make a lot of noise and then had decided to get in on the action. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined two penises inside of her at once. It was a unique sensation. She fucked for all the pleasure that her turned on body was able to enjoy. One orgasm after another rippled thru her. They seemed of low intensity, but constant, like gentle waves lapping on a shore.
She lay there waiting for the tidal wave, but it did not seem to be happening. Until at last she felt the man in back of her begin to fuck her harder, with insistent, penetrating ass stabs.
When this action began it seemed to increase the potential for the man fucking her vagina to fuck faster. They both increased the rhythm of her vagina to fuck faster. They both increased the rhythm of their synchronization so that Carrie was now almost literally going out of her mind with wild pleasure. She tried to spread her legs as far as she could to get as much of the delicious penises inside as possible. She pushed backwards. She fucked furiously. And her movements were appreciated by the men, but their strength simply dominated the situation.
Then finally, it was over. Carrie still lay in disbelief, her head buried on the man's chest. But she realized that they both had cum. She seemed flooded with burning semen. Her insides were on fire. She felt like she could fuck all night, and that's exactly what she wanted to do.
But now, the weight of the man held her down as he had collapsed on her and she lay there enjoying the total feeling of the sex sandwich they had formed.
After while the man on top got off. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
"Come on honey." And from his position alongside the bed, he gently pulled her down to her knees.
She felt the man's cock slide out of her cunt. She took his hand and as she got out of bed she pulled on him and the three of them got out of bed together.
The man who screwed her ass-hole led her down the hall. She wondered where on earth they were going. Soon she realized they were only taking her to the bathroom at the end of the hall.
The only thing was, she had miscalculated. It was not the bathroom, it was the shower.
They had been chuckling quietly as they tripped along the hallway, and now, once in the shower room, the two
men quickly stopped Carrie and shut the door quietly and flipped on the lights.
Temporarily blinded by the white tile and the bright lights, Carrie could still see in her half vision the two men jumping around in front of her, their huge cocks still glistening with her moisture, and with drops of semen, in semi-erection obscenely from their bodies. They were giggling and staring at her, obviously trying to discover WHO she was.
It was when they saw her beauty, however, that the mood changed. Disbelieving, the two men simply stared at her as if analyzing a jewel.
"WOW!! one of them said. "She's a beauty!"
"She's that new exec," the other one said. "You know, the one in the squad room across the quadrangle?"
"Yeah. Yeah, sure."
They were catching on. And now, in the sudden newfound intimacy of the shower, their mood of spontaneity changed to one of semi-respect, semi-awe. The men were puzzled. They were in over their heads.
Carrie recognized this. She did not want the playfulness to stop. She was having a ball. It was all so exciting, so different. Her body, her mind, were at ease. She was reacting for the first time in her life, so she imagined in a natural manner. She was enjoying herself.
As soon as she recognized the men's self-consciousness and awkwardness she let a big smile form on her face and very happily reached forward and grabbed each one of them by the cock and started towards the shower stalls as though leading them.
"Okay fellows. Okay, now this way is where we go for the next episode."
She was kidding, trying to be light-hearted, and her mood was contagious. The men picked up on it. They felt
like horsing around.
She led them into the group shower stall where there were several nozzles pointing down from the wall. She released their cocks and methodically went from shower to shower, turning the hot water on.
When she had all the nozzles going she tried to adjust them so that they were focused in the same area. But that was not quite possible. Still, several of the jets hit about the same place, and so she again grabbed the men by the cock and pulled them under the water.
They were laughing again. Carrie began to kiss, first one, then the other. She liked their looks, she LOVED their cocks, and she was having great fun. The men began to respond. Within moments they had Carrie completely soaped and themselves completely soaped and they stood there with Carrie between them, pushing their bodies against her, kissing, fondling, laughing. At one point Carrie said:
"Geez, keep your voices down. Don't make so much noise."
"Yeah. Yeah." One of the guys said. "Yeah, let's keep it down, huh."
They were all excited. They were all having fun. And Carrie suddenly had two cocks in her hand. She was milking each pulsing penis happily, enjoying them. The erect cocks were beginning to respond. The shower room became warmer as the hot water sent up steam from the cool tile floor, and they were comfortable.
Finally the men were rock hard. Carrie knelt between them, her mouth at penis level. She began to suck first one, then the other. And then she brought the tips close together and tried to suck both of them at the same time. It was all without seriousness and she was beginning to get sexually aroused again because of the appealing cocks in
front of her.
Finally, holding a hand on each cock, the tips just a short distance from her lips, she looked up.
"Do you think we could do standing up what we did in there in the bed?"
"Honey, we could sure try," said the man with the long hard cock. "Stand up, we'll try. But first, let's get some soap on you."
Though the water camouflaged her natural lubrication somewhat, Carrie's was amused by the fact that soap would be perhaps the last thing in the world she needed to get a cock inside of her. Still, she went along with the game.
The men began to soap her cunt and anus joyfully, fingering her, rubbing soap inside, trying to, in their imagination, make her completely lubricated.
Then, the man with the long cock, got in front of her. He had to bend his knees slightly, but with Carrie's cooperation, he was able to slip his penis up into her vaginal opening. She gasped in pleasure as it slid smoothly inside of her.
"What a super sensation that is," she exclaimed out loud.
The man began to stroke in and out. When he was satisfied his position was right, he looked at the other guy and said,
"Okay, I'm ready."
Carrie's arms were around his shoulders. She pulled her bosoms close to his chest, trying to make herself as obtainable as possible from the rear. She didn't really care what happened, the cock in her cunt already was driving her crazy.
Then she felt it. The solid, blunt head of the man's cock. She felt it almost probing, as if trying to find the opening to her anus. She whispered into the man's ear that was
fucking her from the front,
"Put your hands on either side of my ass and pull the cheeks apart."
He did that. She heard the other man say,
"Oh that's BETTER. Much better."
He was concentrating on screwing, and NOT talking.
Then she felt the knob of his hard cock slide into her tight anal opening. It was more open now than it had been before. The knob penetrated quite easily. Still, when the man felt resistance from her sphincter muscle, he stopped.
'That hurt?" he asked quietly.
"A little. Be careful." Was all Carrie could say. She held tightly to the man's shoulders.
Then the man from behind pushed firmly and as if by magic the knob slipped past the sphincter muscle and he was inside her super tight ass-hole and fucking. Carrie said out loud, "Oh that's good. Please, you guys, please, fuck me HARD."
In the standing position the man with the long cock was able to use longer strokes than he had when lying on the bed. The difference in the feeling that was going up into Carrie's belly was incredibly noticeable.
"YES! OHHHHHHHHHHH!" she kept saying to herself. "Oh! AHHHHHHHH! fuck me harder! Oh fuck me HARDER. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She was urging them on, and she was succeeding. She could feel her orgasm growing, building, not slowly any more, but quite rapidly in the cauldron that was her stomach.
The coal, the giant ember of her sexuality was blowing hotter and hotter and she thought of it in her mind as whiter and whiter.
Though the men had not cum yet, Carrie had reached
two orgasms and was working on her third when she first heard the door to the shower room open. She heard a scuffle of feet and turned her head. There were three young men standing just inside the door. Curious, their eyes squinting as though adjusting to the light.
"What the fuck!" One of them said.
"Yeah, what the fuck!" The other one exclaimed.
"Where'd you find the broad?"
They began to ask questions. A couple more guys entered the room behind them. Now it seemed to Carrie the room was filling up with young horny men. Her heart fluttered. She didn't know whether to be scared or happy, and then realized that of course she should be happy. She still had two cocks in her belly, and so she did what was natural, she continued to fuck vigorously with the two cocks.
The guys fucking her were torn in two directions. They were trying to fuck her and kid with their buddies at the same time, and it began to get sort of comedic. The sexuality was there, but the driving need for orgasm was not. The mood was now one of fun, one of play. And so, Carrie joined that mood.
She looked over her shoulders at the new men.
"Why don't you join us," she said teasingly.
"Sure," one of them smiled.
"Why not?" another one exclaimed.
"You better fuckin' believe it, I'll join you," another one nodded. He was pulling his undershorts off and his t-shirt. He came plunging into the shower water happily.
"Shut the door," she heard someone say. "You'll wake up the whole fucking barracks."
She heard the door click.
"Are there any more coming?" she heard someone say. They were talking in whispers suddenly, protecting their
interest, you might say. Carrie was bending forward now, haying lost the long, cock of the first man from her vagina, and she was sucking on the cock of the new man who had come into the shower.
The other cock was still in her ass-hole, and as she bent forward to suck on the new cock, the penetration in her ass-hole was deeper and more exotic. She took her head away from the cock she was sucking and gasped,
"Somebody rub my clitoris, please," and went back to sucking.
Immediately a hand was placed on her belly. Another man came along side of her head and she reached up and began to stroke his cock. This was going to be alright, she thought to herself. This was going to be VERY, VERY good. She had never had so many men around her, so many men available. The idea was turning her on even more.
She milked happily on the new cock. And then there was another cock on her other side. She began to milk on that one too, all the while sucking joyfully on the pulsing prick in her mouth. Her ass-hole seemed to be expanding beyond belief. It seemed to her like she had a better sensation of his penis sliding in and out of her twisting tight ass-hole. It seemed as if her anus had more nerve ends and tighter. She didn't know, didn't care, it was ALL so delicious. She squirmed her ass backwards toward the plunging cock that was reaming her hot ass. The man who was ramming his prick up her butt, gripped her hot ass cheeks and squeezed them.
She wondered who it was who was playing with her clitoris. He did not really understand how to do it, but he was being partially effective. She smiled to herself. It didn't matter. She knew she was the total sexual animal she wanted to be. Whether her clitoris was stimulated in the most expert way or not, was without significance. She
knew she could cum as often and as quickly as she wanted to, and so she simply relaxed, letting herself get deeper and deeper into the sensuality of the moment.
She was laughing deep down in her throat because the men were laughing. They were horsing around, making jokes, but they were also responding sexually, and so the mood was perfect for sex. Light-hearted, sensual, free, cooperative. It was perfect screwing.
She was aware that some other men came into the room. And she smiled to herself, recognizing the noise level increase, and thought whimsically that it was possible for her to have virtually wall to wall men here if things kept on the way they were going now. She didn't care. She was aware of cocks all around her. She had a throbbing penis in each hand, one to suck on in her mouth and there was one plunging in her ass-hole. There were hands all over her naked body, someone was underneath her sucking on one of her bosoms. She lost herself in wanton sensuality.
Then she felt the cock driving in her anus explode. There was no mistaking the urgency of the man's powerful thrusts as he drove his cock as deep in her ass as he could. She could feel his hands pulling on her hips, pulling her closer, tighter. And then she felt the semen, the distinctive hot flashes of melting sensuality as the semen shooting in her tight ass channel. She hoped the man was enjoying himself screwing her butt as much as she was. She sucked happily on the cock in her mouth, her eyes closed now, searching for all the feeling she could get from all her senses. She was aware that the man withdrew his penis. Then, almost instantly, another cock replaced it, this one sliding into her vagina. She welcomed the feeling. It had been a long time, she thought, since a cock had been in her pussy. It seemed sensitive, ready. The man began to fuck her with rapid strokes. He pumped in furiously, clasping her smooth ass
eeks, while the other man continued fucking her cum-slick ass-hole. It felt fantastic to have a cock in her cunt, up her ass and in her mouth. She was becoming a sex machine.
All at once she felt the man thrusting in her cunt shoot his load. She thrilled to his surging hot cum urgently shooting in her pussy.
Then she felt herself picked up as the man withdrew his penis. She was twisted so that she now was on her back, being held at about penis level by she couldn't tell how many hands. Another cock slipped into her cunt.
The cock she had been sucking on was now once again in her mouth, her head this time at a different angle. She was being held in an hammock of 30 hands. She felt comfortable, safe. Her legs were spread as wide as possible. One cock after another entered her. Cocks in her ass-hole, cocks in her vagina. There was laughter and the noise was reverberating around the room. She smiled to herself. Certainly the entire barracks WAS involved now. She didn't care. She wondered if she would literally be fucked by every man in the barracks before it was over. And yet the penises were there, they were touching her, she was always with a penis in each hand. Sometimes one penis would go away and another would be placed in her hand. She continued to suck cock like crazy. The men changed places there also. There was always a cock, the different sizes, different degrees of hardness. None of the penises were soft. Most of them that she took in her hands or took in her mouth were at the least semi-erect and began to respond immediately as soon as she started her mouth, ass or cunt movements.
At one point she was aware that a man stopped fucking her and that a mouth moved in over her clitoris. For a long several moments she luxuriated in the pleasure of that
mouth on her clitoris. It seemed as though she would burst. It seemed as though she was in a constant orgasm. It was incredible.
At one point she thought she was getting exhausted. And then realized that she had unlimited energy. She simply relaxed. There was nothing she had to do except ENJOY, ENJOY!
Semen was splattering on her breasts as men ejaculated from her hand jobs. Her mouth seemed full of sticky hot semen. It was dribbling out the corners of her mouth as she sucked on cock after cock. Whenever her mind focused on what was happening, that she felt almost like crying with happiness.
Then she distinctly felt Tory's cock enter her vagina. She was positive it WAS Tory. It was as though an old friendly cock was revisiting her.
And then she simply fell asleep. Her euphoria complete, her body satiated. A cock was in her mouth, a cock was in her ass-hole, the hands holding her were like a bed. Her body went lax. Carrie was completely happy.
But the men responded differently. It frightened them. She looked like she had passed out. Had she fainted? Had they hurt her? Had she died in their hands? A sudden silence fell over the room as the men quickly discussed what had happened. They pulled their cocks out of her. They gently moved her to an upright position. But Carrie was sound asleep.
The men took her out into the barracks and laid her down on a bed. They took her pulse. They tried to wake her up. But Carrie simply had passed out.
It took her body half an hour to recover from the total fatigue the mass fucking had created, and to get itself into a position of strength where she was able to wake up.
Suddenly, much to the men's surprise and glee, Carrie
opened her eyes. She looked up. A wall of men, all with concerned faces, was looking down at her in the eerie light of the barracks. Someone had turned on the lights. She felt momentarily like she was in a coffin. It took her several moments to realize where she was and what had happened. The thing that brought her out of her sleepy condition totally and which brought her into focus totally was the almost obscene bizarre appearance of the naked men standing around her. It was their dangling cocks mainly that attracted her. Most of them were glistening with some kind of moisture, most of them seemed partially swollen and they hung out from the naked bellies almost sadly as if waiting.
When the full realization of the situation hit Carrie, she smiled broadly and laughed out loud.
"You're beautiful. Just beautiful." She said.
A visible wave of relief passed over the men. Some of them reached forward. One touched her foot tenderly. But it was Kevin who leaned forward, his face close to hers.
"You scared the shit out of us."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I just fell asleep."
Kevin looked up at the guys.
"She just fucking fell asleep. How do you like that?"
He began to laugh. He turned his face back to hers,
"Boss lady, you're beautiful. You are REALLY beautiful." He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. Then he leaned back. "Are you sure you're all right?".
"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Carrie said. "I'm really sorry I scared you. It was all so beautiful for me and I guess I just got too tired, maybe had too many orgasms. I really don't know, but I am sorry because it was all very, very beautiful."
The mood changed, of course, once everybody realized that Carrie was all right.
"Okay you guys," she said, regaining her composure even more. "Where are my clothes. I think maybe it's time I went home."
Laughter erupted in the entire group. They were loving her. She had won them all over completely. Her clothes appeared. First her sweater from one source. Then her skirt from another, they helped her into her clothes and made sure her hair was combed. They had taken a towel to dry her hair. Carrie had been completely soaked in the shower and when they got her hair dry enough, Carrie took the towel and said:
"Here, I can handle this better." And she tied the towel in such a way that it swept up over her hair like a bun.
"I don't think anybody'll see me," she said laughingly.
Then, near the door, with the barracks full of naked men simply standing and looking at her, she smiled back at them.
"Maybe, just maybe we can do this again, what do you say?"
A cheer went up. Carrie smiled and walked outside to her car.
opened her eyes. She looked up. A wall of men, all with concerned faces, was looking down at her in the eerie light of the barracks. Someone had turned on the lights. She felt momentarily like she was in a coffin. It took her several moments to realize where she was and what had happened. The thing that brought her out of her sleepy condition totally and which brought her into focus totally was the almost obscene bizarre appearance of the naked men standing around her. It was their dangling cocks mainly that attracted her. Most of them were glistening with some kind of moisture, most of them seemed partially swollen and they hung out from the naked bellies almost sadly as if waiting.
When the full realization of the situation hit Carrie, she smiled broadly and laughed out loud.
"You're beautiful. Just beautiful." She said.
A visible wave of relief passed over the men. Some of them reached forward. One touched her foot tenderly. But it was Kevin who leaned forward, his face close to hers.
"You scared the shit out of us."
"I'm sorry," she said. "I just fell asleep."
Kevin looked up at the guys.
"She just fucking fell asleep. How do you like that?"
He began to laugh. He turned his face back to hers,
"Boss lady, you're beautiful. You are REALLY beautiful." He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. Then he leaned back. "Are you sure you're all right?".
"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Carrie said. "I'm really sorry I scared you. It was all so beautiful for me and I guess I just got too tired, maybe had too many orgasms. I really don't know, but I am sorry because it was all very, very beautiful."
The mood changed, of course, once everybody realized that Carrie was all right.
"Okay you guys," she said, regaining her composure even more. "Where are my clothes. I think maybe it's time I went home."
Laughter erupted in the entire group. They were loving her. She had won them all over completely. Her clothes appeared. First her sweater from one source. Then her skirt from another, they helped her into her clothes and made sure her hair was combed. They had taken a towel to dry her hair. Carrie had been completely soaked in the shower and when they got her hair dry enough, Carrie took the towel and said:
"Here, I can handle this better." And she tied the towel in such a way that it swept up over her hair like a bun.
"I don't think anybody'll see me," she said laughingly.
Then, near the door, with the barracks full of naked men simply standing and looking at her, she smiled back at them.
"Maybe, just maybe we can do this again, what do you say?"
A cheer went up. Carrie smiled and walked outside to her car.
CHAPTER FIVE
She did not report to work the next morning. But it was not because she was unable to, or sick, or tired. It was simply because she felt so fantastic and so high that she had to remain in her apartment to cope with the new situation.
She awakened totally hungry and for the first time she could ever remember, she cooked herself a breakfast of eggs, bacon, toast, washing it all down with hot coffee.
She was amazed how much she enjoyed the strawberry jam. She realized as she finished eating that she was simply wallowing in pleasure. She loved it. She sat drinking her coffee, looking at her image in a wall mirror, staring at herself, loving what she saw. There was a certain glow, a certain excitement on her face she had never seen before. She loved it. It was like a magic kind of makeup. But the most important thing that appealed to her was the fact that she could feel the continuation of the strange high, the strange excitement, she had known these past several days. She was convinced she had learned a profound truth about herself.
She knew that her escapade of the previous night would become common knowledge around the quadrangle by noon, but she didn't care. There wasn't anything anyone could do to her now that she knew this basic truth. Oh sure, they could fire her, or run her off of the base, but she didn't think that would happen. What was most important
to her was her knowledge of the basic truth about herself. She realized suddenly as she stared at herself in the mirror, that she was finally in a position of actually living out fantasies she had had for many years. She identified with that. It crystallized the whole thing in her mind as soon as she grasped the idea of fantasies. Until then she had not been quite certain what it was that was happening to her. But now she realized that the moment she had signed those papers on Saturday night some instinct had told her that she had gained a sudden and unexpected power. And the important aspect of that power was that it would allow her to do something she had never done before, which she now recognized as working out her fantasies, her SEXUAL fantasies. It was wonderful. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She raised the coffee in a toast to her new image.
She thought of John Malcolm. He was just like her in many ways. She wondered if he was like her as much as she thought. Her weekend with him gave her PLENTY of evidence that he was indeed a kindred soul.
She picked up the phone and called him. The secretary put her through. His low resonant voice excited her.
"Major John Malcolm," he said simply.
"Hello foot-fucker" she said lightly.
"Huh?" came from the other end.
"I said, hello foot-fucker."
There was a LONG pause. Then excitedly, "Carrie! Dammit, Carrie. You sound beautiful. What do you mean foot fucker?" He laughed into the phone.
"Oh, you fuck beautifully with your foot," she teased.
"Hey, don't you realize my secretary might be listening?"
"Have you fucked her with your foot?" Carrie responded.
"Stop it!" The major insisted.
Carrie then interjected, "Hey, I want to see you. Can I drop by your office in a little while?"
There was an awkward pause. "Sure, sure, come on by."
"Okay, I'll see you in maybe half an hour." She hung up.
"That's one good looking secretary you've got there old foot-fucker, buddy of mine," she quipped to John when she was finally standing in front of his desk.
He smiled. "Not bad, huh?"
"No, not bad at all." She walked around his desk. "Is the door closed? Are we in private?" she said.
He smiled and nodded. "Got anything in mind?"
"I sure do," she said. "I got you in mind, and that big cock of yours."
"Well then, I guess we're safe if that's what's bothering you."
He got out of his chair.
"Come with me." He walked across the room to where a large sofa waited. He looked at his watch, then looked at Carrie. "I've sure got the time and the interest, as long as you've got the time and the interest."
She laughed and threw herself in his arms. They kissed.
"All thirty minutes of it," he whispered in her ear.
"Thirty minutes, huh? That's not enough," she whispered back.
"Well it'll have to do for now."
"Okay, why are we standing here kissing then," Carrie said. She backed away and began to take off her clothes. "Come on! Come on!" she said, as she looked up and realized he was just standing, smiling at her. "Come on!"
In a moment they were naked. Carrie grabbed his penis as he stood there, kneeling in front of him. She played with it lovingly. She looked up at him.
"The dreams I've had about this guy. The fucking
dreams I've had." She smiled and shook her head. She looked up at him longingly. "He's very fond of me, did you know that?" It was a tease.
His cock jumped in her hand. She looked back at the head of his quivering penis.
"Now, now," she said. "I'll take care of you, don't worry." She was having fun. She opened her mouth and let her soft lips slide smoothly over the swelling head. The Major's cock jumped again. She sucked hard. She began to moan, almost humming, as her mouth worked back and forth over the thick shaft.
The Major maneuvered her so she was lying on the couch. He got astraddle of her chest so that his cock pointed downward into her mouth. He leaned forward to put his hand on the couch's arm and began to energetically move his hips back and forth gently, slowly fucking her open mouth, her soft pouting lips curling backwards and forwards as his cock went in and out. She continued to moan.
He reached behind him, feeling for her crotch, found it and inserted his finger into her wet pouting lips. He began to rub the flat of his hand back and forth on her clitoris as his finger probed gently back and forth past the lips.
An instant surge of passion seared its way into Carrie's belly. She moaned around the swelling cock in her mouth. She put her hands up to milk the thick shaft. She became lost in her own passion. She closed her eyes. Her mind was totally lost in concentration on the strength that was seeping into the Major's throbbing cock tip.
And thus it was that she just barely noticed when the Major's hand moved away from her swollen clitoris and the soft moist feeling replaced it. She really thought nothing of it for a brief moment, and then she felt the tug as her clitoris was sucked gently into a hungry mouth. She didn't
recognize the feeling instantly, somehow confusing the feeling with what her instincts told her it had to be. She thought the Major was doing something she had never felt before.
And then, almost immediately, she realized that another person was between her legs and that her cunt was being sucked on by a mouth. Her eyes flew open in surprise. She looked directly into the smiling Major's face as he leaned over her. She pulled her mouth away from his cock.
"What?" was all she could say.
"It's that one good looking secretary, Carrie. The one you just saw. Her name is Sue."
Over his shoulder he said, "Sue, meet Carrie."
Carrie heard Sue mumble. A tightness came over her stomach. It shot through her being. She was being sucked on by a woman. It was not a fantasy. And yet she had had the fantasy and now it was happening. She had been right about John Malcolm. He WOULD make a good partner. He had already anticipated. And now fantasy sex was happening.
Sue's mouth felt fantastic. It was different than a man's mouth. Not so much from the warmth or the pressure, but from the way it was working on her clitoris. She could feel the tongue just barely touching the outer lips of her cunt, first one side, then another, titillating, tantalizing the clitoris, but not quite touching it. Then moving up to flicker seductively around the base of it. And then the soft exquisite pleasure as the gentle lips sucked the full length of her engorged clitoris into Sue's mouth.
Carrie realized suddenly that she was at the point of orgasm. She spread her legs as far as she could. She tried to push her sexuality into Sue's hungry, happy mouth. Her juices were flowing. She could feel them, she could feel her entire body reacting. She put her mouth back on John
Malcolm's cock, tried to give him a mock angry look, and then blatantly winked at him and bit his penis slightly.
He smiled back. He began to move back and forth again. When he did, Carrie grabbed the shaft of his cock, holding his bulk firmly, enjoying it, feeling the swollen veins. An orgasm rippled through her body. It began slowly and then caught her by surprise with its violence. There was something about the total fantasy that was working magic on her.
She began to whimper over John's cock. The intensity of the orgasm so great.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH. O O O OO O O O O O H H H H H H H H H H . YES! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!"
It was garbled. The room resounded with the sound. And yet it was not understandable in linguistic terms, but anyone with any animal instincts at all would have understood completely the total involvement Carrie was having with her own orgasm.
Her body went slack. It was as though she had never had an orgasm before and this had been so complete, so total, that her body could only react by relaxing totally. She slumped, her mouth went slack. It was as though she had fainted, but she hadn't. The feeling was so total. She lay there, wallowing in it. She felt Sue's hands take the underside of her legs and hold them apart, supporting them in that position. She felt Sue's mouth soften perceptively and just nuzzle gently around her clitoris and her vaginal opening, trying to be tender, trying to let her down gently from the intensity of the orgasm.
This went on a few moments and then John pulled himself erect, getting off of Carrie and standing beside the couch. Carrie looked down directly into Sue's eyes. Sue was
looking back at her, her mouth gently working around Carrie's clitoris. It was the first time Carrie had actually looked closely at Sue. Sue was a stunning woman. Jet black raven hair, heavy sensual eyebrows, black penetrating eyes, looking almost Mediterranean in origin, with an aquiline, sensual nose and clearly defined cheek bones. She couldn't have been more than twenty two, Carrie thought, but she could see the total imprint of maturity and sexual identification in her eyes.
Carrie leaned forward slightly, reaching out with her arms. Sue responded. Sue was naked and she simply crawled upward over Carrie's body. Carrie put her arms around her shoulders and began to kiss her passionately. They lay like that for several lustful moments, moaning in each other's warmth, their bosoms flattened against each other. It was a TOTAL moment for Carrie, unbelievably erotic, and also for Sue.
Finally, as they lay like that, John crawled behind and on top of Sue and gently spread her cheeks apart and inserted his rampant cock into her vagina. He fucked her from the rear for a few moments, realizing that his weight and the position was probably more than was comfortable for Carrie.
Then he withdrew his cock and patted Sue on her trim buttocks and when he did she simply jackknifed her legs, spreading them, and raising her body, he began to move forward up Carrie's body, bringing her cunt closer, ever closer to Carrie's face.
John raised Carrie's legs, spreading them, and inserted his cock into her dripping vagina. He eased it in, letting its long, vibrant length slip happily, slowly, and seductively down the wet, hungry channel of her vibrant cunt.
It was a delicious moment for John and for Carrie. She closed her eyes in extreme pleasure as his cock slipped
inward as though saying hello after several days absence.
Then Carrie's attention switched to the sight of the lovely, black-haired Italian woman in front of her. She looked carefully at Carrie's bush. It was thick and black, the hair was curly but soft and delicate. Carrie put her hand on her pussy to feel her there, then she slipped her fingers down to where she knew her erect clitoris would be and rubbed energetically that for a moment, and then brought her other hand up so that she could actually spread Sue's cunt lips apart. She was delighted at the beauty and the aroma once she parted her cunt lips. She began to produce saliva, her mouth now hungry to taste the beautiful cunt only inches away.
She looked up at Sue who was looking down at her. Without waiting Sue inched lovingly forward, putting her clitoris directly in front of Carrie's mouth.
Carrie paused in fascination. The sexual aroma so appealing now at this close proximity that she was mesmerized by it. She felt her body lurch with passion. Then gently, but hungrily, she opened her mouth and began to taste the pleasures that Sue's vagina and cuntal opening were offering up so freely.
CHAPTER SIX
Carrie had picked Sue up after work. And now, as the soft music from the clock radio awakened her, she realized that her nose was partially buried in Sue's cunt and that a soft warm, sucking was going on in her own vagina.
It took her a moment to realize they were laying in each other's arms, each head against the other's crotch. She wondered if they had fallen asleep that way, and then realized that they couldn't possibly have spent the entire night in one position, and as a result also realized that some instinct had brought them together in the early morning hours into this loving, tender position. Her body seemed so languorous, a total overtone of euphoria swept over her.
Carrie closed her eyes tightly to enjoy this moment. The soft music from the radio reminding her that soon she would have to get up. She couldn't miss another full day's work.
She extended her tongue and began to taste Sue's vaginal juices. Her stomach felt hot. She wondered how long Sue had been sucking on her clitoris. It was not a demanding suck, it was gentle, almost whimsical. It seemed warm and lovely, but her passion was growing. She thought of their evening, of their dinner together, and how they had talked. As it had turned out, both she and Sue were in the same position in terms of sexuality and especially in terms of lesbianism. Neither were experienced at it, although Sue
had realized for more than a year that she was must be bisexual. As a result she had a few swinging experiences in which she had made love to women. Carrie, however, was the first woman she had spent an entire night with.
Carrie had loved the talk. Later they had gone to bed and had enjoyed the passion that they could create between themselves. It was all so gentle. Carrie didn't know WHAT it meant to her. She only knew she loved it, and she especially loved the fact that she could respond to such a beautiful thing.
They had drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. And now, several hours later, they were awakening. It pleased Carrie that the erotic mood was unchanged.
She took Sue's clitoris in her mouth. As she sucked she realized that Sue would probably like to go with them this evening.
North Beach was surprisingly busy for a Thursday night. Carrie realized that it was the height of the tourist season. People had been jamming the streets all evening long and now, as the eight of them sat in the coffee shop, the evening had reached its peak.
Carrie was sitting on Tory's lap and the entire group clustered around protectively, because Tory's cock was thrust up into Carrie's cunt and she was slowly moving her hips back and forth, faking laughter so that others in the coffee shop wouldn't notice, but enjoying the sexual moment-the risqu' aspects of having sex in a public place.
They had all gone to dinner. There were six men including Kevin and Tory, and there was Sue and Carrie, to make a total of eight people. Dinner had been light and happy and they had gotten a small buzz on from the delicious tasting wine. They had deliberately chosen Italian food for its sensual quality and they were very clear on the main reason for being in North Beach, which was to have as
much public sex as they could get away with.
The restaurant itself had not been conducive to sex, but it had been perfect for setting the mood. It had allowed them to get to know each other and to touch and kiss a little bit.
And while enjoying coffee and in the coffee house, they were finally taking their first move towards fulfillment of the evening.
It had been Carrie who got the sexual party going when they sat down in the coffee house. She had simply sized up the situation and realized she could get away with it, and so she had pulled Tory's long, flaccid cock from his pants in front of everybody and had begun to jerk him off.
Quickly, in his light hearted, simplistic way, he had responded and within moments his giant thick cock had been standing out from his belly, sticking up obscenely into the air. It was then that Carrie had simply raised her skirt to reveal that she had nothing on underneath and had climbed onto his lap, sitting with her back to his chest, her legs together, looking very proper but romantic, and having fun. It was dark and intimate in the room. A couple of the men were smoking, and finally Kevin, who could stand it no longer, simply got off his chair and knelt down in front of Sue and gently began to spread her legs. Astonished at first. Sue resisted, thinking Kevin was kidding. All at once she realized he was serious, that he wanted her to spread her legs. After glancing around and realizing that she COULD do it and that nobody really gave a damn, she spread her legs.
She was also wearing nothing underneath. She was sitting on one of those conventional loveseat type benches that one finds in coffee houses on North Beach. She had to slide forward a bit in order to get her crotch far enough forward for Kevin's mouth to reach her pussy.
Tony, who was the man with the extremely long penis, was sitting beside her. He adjusted his body so that he could put his arms around her and make it a more intimate situation. As he did so he threw up a shield to protect Kevin from the view of others in the room.
Kevin began to suck on Sue's clitoris. Quickly she responded, the excitement momentarily catching her by surprise. She reached down to Tony's crotch to feel his cock underneath his pants. Did she dare take it out? Yes she did dare. What difference did it make? If she could not be detected with her legs spread, certainly she would not be detected with her hands on a man's cock.
Quickly she unzipped his trousers and pulled it out. Tony's cock loomed up into the room and brought laughter from the others.
Watching, Carrie began to get excited. She turned her body sideways on Tory's lap, feeling his giant cock as she twisted around. She threw her arms around his shoulders and began to kiss him passionately. They looked like a couple necking.
Derek, sitting next to them, realized that Carrie's crotch was pointing in his direction. He slid his hand under her skirt, searching anxiously for her clitoris. His gentle fingers found it after a moment and he began to rub her love button back and forth. Her crotch was somewhat pinched because her legs were closed. She opened them briefly to allow his fingers to slip inside. Then she closed them again, almost trapping his finger against the nub of her clitoris.
The gentle movement of his fingertip was all it took. Carrie began to have an orgasm.
"I'm cuming, Tory. I'm cuming. Can you fuck me any harder," she whispered in his ear.
Immediately he started to raise and lower his pelvis, causing his penis to move slightly in and out of her
pulsating, pussy.
Carrie realized the beauty of the feeling she was having. It was all so perfect. It was like a special erotic door had been opened in her mind the last few days and she was wallowing in her erotic ecstasy. All at once he shot her his load. Her cuntal muscles squeezed his cock.
When the orgasm ended, she expected to relax, but Derek's busy finger and Tory's giant cock were all the pleasure stimulant she needed. She realized she could cum again in moments. She began to slowly, carefully pumping her pelvis, trying to get more feeling. She continued to kiss Tory passionately. She distinctly heard Sue moan rather loudly and knew that Sue was cuming.
Though the room was quite noisy with conversation, the soft moan from Sue's throat seemed to penetrate the sound.
"I'm cuming," Carrie gasped into Tory's ear. "I'm cuming!" After her wild multiple orgasms were over, they finished their coffee and then a glass of wine and headed out of the coffee shop.
Tony, still totally erect, provided the amusement as Sue and Carrie both tried to tuck his giant, long cock back into his trousers. Somehow amidst their laughter, they got it inside and zipped him up. He held his cock in his hands through his trouser pocket as they walked out the door.
There was a camaraderie being shared, a gently, sexual, loving camaraderie. To protect his front, Carrie walked directly in front of him, letting her skirt somewhat cover the giant bulge that his hand could never conceal as he walked out the door.
They hadn't gone more than a hundred feet when Tony stopped and said,
"Hey look, you guys, I'm in trouble. How about some help? How about some help right here?"
The street was dark, and yet not that dark.-It was full o people. Suddenly the idea appealed to Carrie.
"All right," she said. "Here, let's fuck against this building."
They clustered around her. She leaned back against the building and slowly raised her skirt.
"Get your prick out, Tony, and shove it in me," she demanded.
The giant cock seemed to leap from his pants as he unzipped his fly.
Carrie spread her legs. Tony bent his knees and shoved his huge cock up into her cunt. When he found the opening he shoved it in, pushing her back against the brick wall. The others crowded around, trying to make it look like a cluster of people. On the crowded street, with people walking by, no one was aware that Tony was fucking Carrie then and there.
She loved being fucked on a public street. She looked at the faces of her companions. They were all enjoying it, too. Her head was on Tony's shoulder, she could feel the power of his body as he drove his long, penetrating cock in and out. He seemed in a hurry. Carrie realized he was probably anxious to get his orgasm over with in order before anyone caught them.
"Slower, Tony, slower," she whispered. "Take your time and enjoy."
"Huh?" he said. Her voice had stopped him. He looked at her. She was smiling up at him.
"Slower," she repeated.
She could feel his body relax.
"Hey, you're right. It is better fucking slower!
He began to fuck her again, this time taking more care to be sensual with his piston-like strokes. Carrie was thrilled with the long, rippling strokes of his throbbing cock. Her
vagina seemed to be sucking at his cock. The sensation was TERRIFIC. She closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the wall. The glow in her eyes was easily recognized now. It was a feeling that Carrie loved. She pushed herself forward as much as she could, letting Tony's long cock caress her crotch, her clitoris, as much as possible. She felt an orgasm rising.
Her long, lithe legs trembled with erotic tension. Her buttocks pinched and relaxed, pinched and relaxed, as she tried for the maximum pleasure. Her back was beginning to hurt from the brick wall, but she clawed wildly at Tony's back, trying to pull him closer, trying to give him all of her cunt. When he felt her responding, it was all Tony needed.
Suddenly he was shooting his load, the hot semen shooting almost violently, splashing against Carrie's cervix.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH," she gasped in sexual frenzy. It made her cum. Her orgasm lubricated his pumping penis.
She kept repeating. "I'm cuming, Tony. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Tony's cock continued plunging into her fiery cunt. He drove it in as hard as he could the full length of Carrie's lushly lubricated vaginal channel. He held it there firmly, the tip against her cervix, as semen shot out of him in great uncontrollable gobs.
Carrie was almost crying from the pleasure by the time he got his rocks off. All eight people were involved. The six watching, so totally swept up in the passion of the moment that their laughter had stopped, their eyes focused on Carrie's face which reflected the thrilling sensations she had experienced. Their bodies partially responding to the sexual energy that seemed to emanate from Tony and Carrie. And then it was over.
Tony slumped, satisfied. And when he did, Carrie too
was able to relax. She rested her head against the cool brick wall for a moment. Then she looked into the eyes of the rest of the men and smiled.
Tony pulled his penis away, the long, slender cock bobbing downward, having lost its hardness, dangling in front of his pants almost obscenely.
Sue reached forward to grasp it and then began to milk it for him. She got on her knees, stuck the tip in her mouth and sucked on it, trying to find some semen to taste. She straightened up, having more or less cleaned his penis. She took a kleenex from her coat pocket and wiped it gently and then said to him, very sternly.
Put that obscene thing back in your pants before you get somebody in trouble."
It was so absurd everybody laughed and it broke the tension of the moment. After that, they walked laughingly down the street, arm in arm, in search of something else to do.
They went into a stand-up bar for another wine and clustered at one end of the bar. A wall was directly behind them. They were almost in a cubicle.
They stood at the bar, laughing, totally caught up in the excitement of what had transpired. Finally Carrie, realizing that still another fantasy could be fulfilled here, a recent fantasy. Suddenly she simply got down below the bar level and crawled between Sue's legs.
Sue, somewhat surprised, but willing, adjusted her stance so that her legs were far enough apart for Carrie to get her mouth up into her crotch.
Quickly the group adjusted to accommodate the new situation. Sue rested her arms on the edge of the bar and let her concentration drift to Carrie's hungry mouth. Carrie was simply sitting on the floor, straight upward, her head tilted back, her mouth angled upward into Sue's cunt.
Carrie distinctly felt Sue lower her cunt to better fit into her mouth. She began to run her tongue slowly in and out of Sue's vaginal opening. It was so slick, so wet. She stopped to taste it. Her nose was pressed directly against Sue's clitoris. She began to move her nose back and forth, trying to rub the clitoris while her tongue flipped across the vaginal opening.
She thought for a moment she could feel Sue's juices flowing, and she drank whatever she could get happily. At one point Sue said to no one in particular,
"My God, do you guys realize what she's doing to me?"
There was GENTLE laughter. Some hands touched her. Everybody tried to be cool and relaxed, waiting for Sue to get the TOTAL pleasure.
Finally it happened. Carrie's head at last moved her tongue from the cuntal opening to the clitoris. When she did that she brought down all of the sexual pleasure Sue was capable of feeling at the moment. It simply cascaded thru her like a sexual avalanche, forcing her to close her eyes and lower her head as the orgasm swept over her.
The realization of what she had done to Sue produced within Carrie a desperate hunger for the same action. Her cunt seemed hungry, demanding. Finally, when she felt Sue's body relax, she worked her way up between the luscious ivory legs and got back to her feet, her mouth and cheeks glistening with cuntal juice.
Kevin took a bar napkin and gently dried her chin off, laughing as he did so.
Tory meanwhile had discovered a barstool and quickly he brought it to the center of the group. He took Carrie and sat her on the barstool, her back to the bar, and stepped between her legs, spreading her knees apart as he moved. His cock was already hard as his imagination had run amok watching Sue have her orgasm, realizing what was causing
it.
He slipped one hand under each of Carrie's legs from the outside and lifted them up, so that her crotch was now open, inviting, ready. And he simply pushed his gigantic cock gently against the lips. He almost plunged inside because of Carrie's highly aroused state.
When she realized what he was doing, and that it was the perfect answer to her own sexual needs, she thrust her pelvis forward, gulping in his cock in one gigantic sucking movement of her pussy and suddenly they were fucking.
The group gathered on either side, somewhat protecting them. They were laughing, being demonstrative, trying to cover up what Tory was doing.
It was a point that Tory could not really comprehend, his simplistic soul so totally involved with Carrie's sexuality that all he really wanted to do was satisfy the sensual needs in his groin. He began to fuck her in long, slow, piston-like strokes, all the way in, then slowly all the way out, pausing at the entrance of her dripping vagina a moment, and then slowly working his way back in.
It was totally excitement for Tory and for Carrie. She realized there was nothing she could do to help. She was literally in a position where she couldn't fuck back. She put her elbows back on the edge of the bar for support.
"Somebody kiss me," she begged. "Somebody put their arms around me, PLEASE!"
Peter, a tall, swarthy member of the group, was next to her. He leaned forward and began kissing her passionately. It was the perfect camouflage. No one in the bar would have thought anything about it.
Tory, being so huge, towered above the group, but it was impossible to see the movement of his pelvis, as it went back and forth, from someplace else in the room. The fucking continued. The laughter continued. The camouflage
was perfect.
Her cunt was on fire. She loved Tory's huge cock sliding in her now. She concentrated on the feeling it was creating.
She looked up at Peter, and whispered to him,
"Touch my clitoris. Touch my clitoris, please."
Peter slid his hand down to her open crotch. His fingertip touched Tory's plunging penis briefly and gave him a sense of direction, and quickly he knew where her clitoris was. He began to finger it ever so gently, and then he went back to kissing Carrie.
Her thoughts drifted again. Everything was so PERFECT.
She felt her orgasm building. It was a familiar feeling now. Her stomach had reached the point of burning that she identified as an ember turning from orange to white in its heat, and she now knew that when she reached that point, an orgasm was near. She smiled. She put one arm around Peter, holding him closer. His fingers were producing magic in her demanding and throbbing clitoris.
Then she felt Sue come up on her other side and simultaneously felt Sue's hand push Peter's hand away from her clitoris. She heard Sue whisper to Peter, "Let me do it. I know how to do it. I can do it better."
Peter didn't even stop kissing. He simply moved his hand upward onto her belly and slid it up over her naval and began to fondle her bosoms. It was a pleasurable feeling. She wondered if Sue would have felt her bosoms. Her nipples seemed to explode in excitation. They were already firm. She was proud of her nipples. They were especially large, and when she was excited they were almost rock hard. She could almost have an orgasm by titilating her nipples. They were that sensitive.
Her throbbing clitoris was having a symphony played on it. Her cuntal lips and her vagina were in harmony. The
additional stimulation from having her nipples caressed, and her mouth kissed so lovingly, was all that was required for Carrie to simply slide into a series of totally satisfying orgasms.
She closed her eyes in sensual pleasure. Carrie had become, a totally sexual animal. There was nothing negative in this lifestyle. She realized that her decision to sign the paper with John that fateful Saturday night had been the right one.
The orgasms came in multiples and were in fact continuous. Carrie could have stayed in that position the rest of the night.
Because of her total sensitivity, Carrie felt the giant cock throb and contract, and then, like magic, she felt the hot semen shoot into her cunt.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhhh," she gasped, "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhh, Oooooooooooohhhhhhhh Tory, that's beautiful."
Peter began to kiss her cheeks, her lips, her nose, listening to her passion.
It was sexual ecstasy to Carrie. Then it was over. Tory's body relaxed. He slipped his cock from Carrie's red hot cunt. Sue's finger slipped inside, following Tory's cock as if by instinct.
Tory stood still holding Carrie's legs, his cock dangling in front of him. He rested, looking down. He watched Sue gently finger fuck Carrie, trying not so much to arouse her but to let her orgasm and her sexual arousal fade slowly so that it would be more complete. She produced magic in Carrie's cunt.
Carrie relaxed, enjoying the gentle finger as it moved
around and around in her pussy and then upward over and around her sensitive clitoris.
After a while Carrie breathed a sigh of relief. Total euphoria had set in. The orgasm, the arousal, was for the moment over.
Sue finally sensed this and withdrew her finger. She leaned forward and kissed Carrie gently on her lips. Then she raised her head back and whispered,
"I'm glad I shared it."
Carrie said softly, "thank you, thank you."
Tory put her legs down and Carrie turned around on the bar stool. Peter had a glass of wine waiting for her. She put it up to her lips, sipping it slowly.
The evening had continued along the same line. They had sex in a doorway, in an alley, in three coffee shops, and finally at midnight they had been so totally famished they had eaten another complete meal.
Their enjoyment complete, they had gone happily back to Carrie's apartment where all eight of them had spread out on her king-sized bed and an open, laughing orgy had followed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Friday, they called Zombie Day, because for the eight of them at least they all FELT like zombies as they walked automatically through their work.
Rumor upon rumor shot through the company. At one point a little past the lunch hour, Carrie's phone had rung and it was John to congratulate her on her imagination and to express how sorry it was that he hadn't been a part of it. He was not, however, resentful. He was totally caught up in the sequence that Carrie was following, and totally agreed with her, and suggested that maybe another day or another night he might share such an experience with her.
She loved him for that, and they laughed together as she told him some of the wild details.
Sometime later in the afternoon Kevin came into her office, and told her of the various distortions of the story that he personally had heard as the day went on. They had decided as a group not to try to cover up what they did. And so, the word was spreading. It made no difference to Carrie, because she realized that the more it spread the more cooperation she would get.
Kevin also told her that all arrangements for Saturday had been made and that the parade was due to start at eleven AM. She smiled and said, "Good."
She had closed the office in a state of exhaustion and gone directly home. It was Saturday morning at eight thirty before she regained consciousness and woke up, smiling as she realized the totally beneficial effect of her long twelve hours of sleep.
She would bathe and made a couple of phone calls and be at the parade starting point well before eleven.
San Francisco was turning out fairly well for the parade. It was not often that a foreign king visited the city on an official mission, and the parade was being held to honor that visit. The National Guard had seven truck loads of soldiers plus a number of other vehicles to add to the parade. There were bands, clowns, there was much laughter, and there was a beautiful, sunny sky as well to help everything along.
Carrie was not really supposed to be in the parade, but it made no difference to her. No one would ever see her if she was able to work out the fantasy she had in mind.
She climbed happily into the open truck with her men when the signal went out that they were supposed to load up. The sides of the truck were high and the men stood around the perimeter, the idea being to wave at the people as they drove along. They were representing the military, of course. As a consequence they were dressed in uniform. When the truck started Carrie was simply laying on the mattress on the floor of the truck's bed, her hands behind her head, waiting until things got underway.
Some of the men jokingly made comments down to her, but she didn't care. As far as she was concerned, she was going to fuck every one of them if she possibly could before the parade was over.
She began to remove her clothes. The idea of laying in full view of some people who might be looking down from skyscraper windows, was totally obsessing her now. She could feel her vagina juicing in anticipation. She folded her clothing carefully. She didn't want to get off of the truck with her clothes rumpled. She smiled to herself. She could see Kevin at the back end of the truck. He would be the FIRST one to fuck her.
There was a band just behind them as they moved slowly up the street. Skyscrapers began to loom into view. It seemed to Carrie they were just barely moving, and in fact that was true. They were going at a parade pace, which was dictated largely by the bands walking pace. Marching music seemed to reverberate downward into the truck. It was all so exciting to Carrie. She could see faces peering down. Because it was Saturday, the skyscrapers were mostly vacant. One man stared down at her from about a 20th floor, incredulous at the sight of a naked woman laying spread-legged on a mattress in the truck going by beneath him. Carried waved up at him, but the man couldn't move. She smiled to herself. It was PERFECT. She had felt the surge of excitement at the sight of the man. She was waiting for others. She realized there was NOTHING anybody could do. No one was going to stop the parade to search a truck on such a wild premise. She felt secure.
She calculated she could handle two men at a time and no one would ever know the difference. The problem was, should she try to undress the men or just pull their trousers off, or what?
She lay there soaking in the excitement of the strange moment, her fingers moving slowly back and forth over her open cunt. When she was sure the parade was underway she got to her feet, crouching down, and moved forward to where Kevin was standing. She actually took him by
surprise when she grabbed his penis, because he was busy waving at someone on the street.
He looked down and then quickly looked back. Carrie simply unbuckled his trousers and let them drop around his ankles. She pulled his underwear down. She leaned back and looked at him. He was waving and appearing nonchalant to anyone from the street and was standing there with his pants and his underwear down around his ankles, his cock sticking out at an obscene angle, already swollen in anticipation.
She smiled and leaned forward. She pinched his ass, trying to make him jump.
"Bitch," he said down to her playfully.
She smiled to herself. Her hands were on his sinewy ass cheeks and she pulled on his behind, moving his cock ever closer to her mouth. She opened her mouth. He shoved in and she sucked greedily. It was all so incredibly sensuous to her, she loved his pistoning penis in her mouth. Her cunt was already dripping. She was totally excited. She remembered that first day she had seen Kevin's cock underneath his pants. She had called him into her office. It seemed so long ago. A warmth spread throughout her body. She sucked avidly, aware that his cock was growing in her mouth. It was a super sensation. His cock seemed to grow harder and harder and she became more hungry to suck the sperm out of him.
Finally, she took her mouth off his cock and grabbed his penis in her hand and pulled him toward the mattress.
Now that he was out of view of the crowd he changed personality.
"You bitch," he said laughingly as he jumped on her. "Am I ever going to fuck you."
He was awkward, the pants around his ankles halfway tripped him. He stumbled on top of her. Quickly he kicked
one foot free of the pants and he was on his knees between her legs. Her cunt was simply gaping up at him, hungry, waiting, demanding. He worked his penis into her and then, shoved it in all the way.
"I've been so eager for that cock of yours," Carrie gasped as he thrust into her with savage force.
They fucked for several moments and finally Carrie paused and whispered, "Isn't this exciting?" She had been fucking with her eyes open, trying to see if somebody was looking down at them. She had seen several faces, but none was like the first man. She wanted that look of amazement, that look of aghast recognition. She was patient, though, and loving the cock boring deep in her cunt. She fucked back.
The white, hot moment had not arrived yet, but she knew it was close.
She suddenly became aware that Kevin was cumming. The semen was incredibly delicious. She could not remember having semen hit her cervix and her inner-vagina at a moment when she was at this stage of arousal, and somehow it seemed more exciting to her. Somehow she could appreciate it more. She relaxed, enjoying the convulsions and jerks of Kevin's body as he shot his load of sperm inside her. It was BEAUTIFUL. She felt happy that she could create such pleasure for him. She had hot, warm feelings for this young man. She assumed she would never see him after the two week period was over. But still, she didn't know that for sure. It made no difference. The moment was simply fantastic.
She closed her eyes, savoring Kevin's orgasm. When she opened her eyes she realized Peter was kneeling beside her on the mattress, his penis already out of his pants, semi-erect and placed quite close to her head.
Because of Kevin's body she couldn't put it in her
mouth, and so she grabbed it with her hand and began to pump his prick. She looked up at him.
"You're next,"
She was taunting.
"I know," he said. "Believe me, I'M READY!"
Kevin moved away and lay beside her on the narrow mattress, Peter took his place. His cock was stiff enough for penetration. He shoved himself inside of her. He had not taken his pants down, but his testicles and penis were sticking out of his fly. She could feel his testicles against her buttocks as he pushed himself firmly against her crotch.
Kevin reached up and touched her lips with his fingertips.
"Beautiful, boss lady," he whispered.
"You don't have to whisper, Kevin"
He laughed. "I know I don't," he spoke up, his voice was clear. "It was beautiful, it really was. If I can get it up again before this damn parade is over, I'll fuck you again."
In a moment he was back at the truck railing. He stood beside Tory. He motioned to Tory, suggesting he get ready. Tory looked back. His cock was almost erect. He left the railing and got down beside Carrie, whipping his cock out as he did so.
His body seemed to loom over her and she wondered since he was so big if his head could be seen from the street, but she really didn't care. Peter was fucking her hard now. She had wrapped her legs around his back, bucking her cunt upward into his driving penis. She reached out and took Tory's pecker in her hand. Of all the cocks she had found so far, his was the one she liked the most. There was something about the size and the shape of his penis that turned her on totally.
She began to pull on his prick slowly, caressing it into hardness.
By the time Peter had cum, Carrie's legs were getting tired and so when Peter moved away, Carrie also moved, suggesting to the now erect Tory, that he lay on his back. She settled her cunt down over his thrusting upraised cock, easing her cunt as slowly and teasingly downward as she could, not only to give herself the maximum pleasure, but to give him the ultimate pleasure as well.
"I love to fuck you, Tory," she exclaimed. The passion was deep and husky in her voice.
The big man just smiled back. He had never known a woman quite like Carrie. He began to fondle her shapely breasts. It was the first sign of sophistication that Carrie had ever seen in Tory. She was almost disappointed in a way, because she loved his raw animal qualities. Still, his giant hands were gentle and caressing on her sensitive breasts. The sunlight hit them. They felt warm now under the sunshine.
His fingers were producing a magic rhythm on her erect nipples. Carrie closed her eyes in ecstasy, raising her head back, allowing her body to sink completely over the giant cock, which was filling her cum-slickened vagina.
She sat there a moment, and then slowly began to rhythmically grind her hips back and forth, fucking him as completely as she could with long, sensual strokes, almost letting his penis slip from her vagina and then letting it slide completely down the long, hot, wet channel of her sexuality. Her head went back. She was looking up.
She realized that she was looking at buildings above the cab of the truck. She began to search for faces, her eyes roving back and forth, but all the time she was totally aware of the fact that she now had a white, hot cunt and she fucked in anticipation of orgasms which she knew were only moments away.
A few moments later, just as her orgasm was about to
occur, she looked directly into the eyes of a man on the tenth floor of a building they were going by. He was looking directly down at her, and smiling. The window from which he was looking was open. She could see him ever so clearly. He nodded, raising a pair of binoculars. She realized, suddenly, that the man had an extremely intimate view of her, that he could recognize her. For a brief instant she had an awkward feeling of fear. This was something she had never anticipated. Then the man lowered his binoculars and she could see the broad smile flash on his face. Slowly he raised his hand and put the tip of his forefinger and thumb together in the gesture of "perfect" and stuck them out towards her. She smiled up at him, she raised her hand and waved. She was pleased at the silent endorsement. She watched the man as the truck moved underneath him, turning her head slowly.
At one point she said, "Tory, look, look right up where I'm looking, there's a man looking right at us."
Tory simply grunted. He could have cared less. He feared nothing like that. It made no difference to him. His mind was animalistic and it was totally concentrated on the magic that Carrie's hungry and pumping vagina was creating on his stabbing cock.
The orgasm was so tremendous, probably because she realized the man in the window was looking directly at her, that Carrie almost fainted with PLEASURE.
When it had swept through her system, she collapsed on Tory's chest. The big man was still fucking. He realized that Carrie had cum, but it was not of any interest to him beyond the slight feeling of happiness. He knew she could cum again. He knew he could keep fucking her and his own balls were now about to burst. He moved his hips up and down. Carrie relaxed on his massive chest, her head turning to one side, almost reeling from the impact of the pleasure
she had just received.
Then, while she was in that position, she felt a feeling which she was able to identify. Some wet fingers were caressing her anus. A gasp caught in her throat. She had not thought of the possibility of a sexual sandwich in the middle of Market Street, in the middle of a parade.
A quick, lightening-like orgasm shot through her body, taking her completely by surprise. She screamed softly into Tory's chest.
Then she relaxed. She wanted the finger in her anus. And she felt it slide in. She felt more saliva hit the crack of her ass-hole. She felt it ooze slowly down to where her anal opening was and felt it work inside. The finger went all the way in. But she realized the man was only preparing her for screwing. She wondered who it was.
Then she felt the second finger slide inside her. The man was simply enlarging her anus. The man knew what he was doing. This would be pleasurable. She waited, letting him prepare her, trying to relax as much as she knew how.
Tory's giant cock was still slipping in and out, in and out, in a magic rhythm all its own. She began to concentrate on that. Her mind left the image of her anus temporarily because of the pleasure of Tory's penis shoving in her pussy.
Then she was made aware of the man again as she felt the body move into position behind her and almost immediately there was the firm, reassuring pressure of the swollen knob of a penis as it pressed hard against her anal opening. She pushed back as much as she could, but knew that this was a moment where she would feel SOME pain. The penis hesitated, and then very firmly but gently pushed against her again. She felt her ass-hole stretching. She felt the first twinge of pain. Her stomach tightened, but she knew that she must stay as relaxed as possible.
The pressure continued. She wished the man would shove harder to get the pain over with, but he was being very gentle. She felt her anus stretching still more. The pain got more intense.
Then the man, obviously an expert, gave a quick, short push forward, a firm, penetrating shove. It was then that the head of his cock slipped by her sphincter muscles ant he was suddenly inside her anus. He held himself in that position briefly, waiting for her to relax and get used to his girth.
Carrie did not know that it was Tony. She did not realize she was about to get eleven inches of cock inside ol her ass-hole. She did not realize she was about to get a sensation she had never experienced before, nor, of course, did she realize she was about to be filled with as much cock as she had ever had in her life.
Tony paused, waiting, his long, throbbing cock vibrating. He could feel Tory's cock through the thin membrane separating Carrie's anal canal and her vaginal tract. He enjoyed the feeling of the giant cock moving against his own cock. He became aware of the fact that when he had shoved himself all the way in, that Carrie might have more penis inside of her than she could stand. He decided to shove slowly. He spit more saliva onto the shaft of his cock and then began to move inwardly, slowly. He thrust it out and back in, going a little farther each time, his hands on Carrie's voluptuous hips, his eyes glued to the totally erotic sight just below them. He had never seen such an incredibly beautiful ass. When he withdrew his cock slightly thin red filaments of anal tissue around the opening seemed to stick to his shaft as though trying to suck it back in. He smiled. He put as much saliva as he could on the shaft of his penis, trying to work it ever so gently into her anus. He could feel the difference. It was getting easier. She was relaxing. He
realized he wasn't hurting her.
Finally when Carrie had adjusted her body so that her legs were spread as much as possible and her stomach and breasts were pressed against Tory's massive chest and belly, Tony pushed his eleven inch cock all the way inside of her.
It was an unbelievable exciting experience for Carrie. Almost automatically she realized it was Tony. As she lay there feeling the long, stimulating cock shaft moving slowly into her ass-hole, she wondered when it would stop. She wondered when she would feel his stomach pressing against her buttocks and it had gone on far beyond her anticipation. She knew that Tony's cock was the only one of that length in the truck. She smiled to herself, "Another fantasy, taking massive amounts of cock inside of her body, is coming true,"
"Nothing to worry about, boss lady. You just let me know if it hurts, that's not what I'm here for."
He smiled to himself, and began moving his huge penis back and forth.
Tory could feel Tony's cock thru the thin membrane.
It was not an exciting feeling for Tory. His giant body continued to fuck the luscious redhead's body that was totally engulfing him. His hands reached down to feel her hips and her back. He loved the texture of her skin. He knew how appealing her skin was in the daylight.
The two men instinctively developed a fucking rhythm. When Tory's cock moved inward, Tony's cock moved outward. It was hypnotic. The vibrations of the truck, the street sounds, the bright, warm sunlight, the fact that several of the men were watching them, making comments.
while they waved at the crowd below, all blended together to make an alloy of some sexual strength.
And Carrie was the total recipient. Her mind was simply out of focus with pleasure. Nothing mattered to her. She was trying to open up her own receptivity to maximum and realized that she was accomplishing a maximum she had never even anticipated before. The cocks were mesmerizing her. She was a totally sexual creature.
She heard the sounds as she realized somewhat the situation she was in, but she had gone beyond that. Gone was her curiosity about being seen. Gone was her fantasy of being in a public place. She had simply slipped that one extra dimension that enabled her to for the first time in her life be absolutely, TOTALLY SEXUAL. She felt completely, vibrantly alive. She felt she could fuck on forever. Her basic feeling was that of opening her body tc receive and enjoy all the pleasure she could get. A secondary feeling was her sure knowledge that her voluptuous body was offering the maximum pleasure it was capable of giving. Carrie was completely happy as the two men drove their gigantic cocks in unison in and out of her body. And then she felt them both rutting into her as they got their rocks off simultaneously. The double fuck fell fantastic.
The parade was over long before Carrie wanted it to be. Yet, she had lost track of whether she had fucked every man in the truck or not. As they were pulling into the disembarking area, the men realized that Carrie was wild with sex and wanted to stay in the truck and fuck and fuck and fuck. They good humouredly got her dressed back on some sort of a non-sexual even keel and unloaded her before she grasped the full significance of sex she had gotten herself into.
But she was in good hands. Quickly the men, and there
were some twenty five of them, flagged down three cabs and they all bundled themselves and headed for a bar to have a drink. They kidded her as they road along, and she began to come back into focus. It was not that she really didn't realize what was happening, it was only that the dimension of sex of just a short time ago had been so profound that it was difficult for her to rid her system of it and zip back in reality. She was good humored, but she sat between a couple of the men, shaking slightly, so totally sexual that she couldn't quite contain herself.
One of the men offered her a cigarette. They realized they were seeing something they had never seen before. She smoked contentedly, the men holding her.
Inside the bar, and with a couple of drinks inside of her, Carrie's common sense returned and she began to kid the men.
"Hey, you guys, I lost count back in that truck. I think it's time we kept score. Just how many of you did I fuck. How many of you did I miss?"
There was laughter and kidding.
Much to Carrie surprise, she discovered that there were actually seven of the men she hadn't had sex with. It astonished her. In her imagination she had had sex with a hundred men, perhaps two hundred. She told them her feelings. They talked about it. Then the subject seemed to veer away from sex and they were kidding in general. In the soft, quiet luxury of their companionship, Carrie's mind began to work again. The afternoon was wearing on. The sun was setting.
"Hey guys, I've got an idea," she said finally. "How many of you have been to the Clayton Towers?
Most of them raised their hands. A couple hadn't been there. She began to get excited.
"Come on, let's all go to the Clayton Towers. There's a
corner in that room where I think we can have some fun."
The men stared at her in disbelief.
"Come on, let's go. I think we're going to have some fun."
They could see she was getting excited, and they knew by now that Carrie was a genuine person. Finally they all piled back into some cabs and went to The Towers."
They took the elevator to the top floor and emerged at The Top of the Clayton Towers, a happy, exuberant group.
Carrie led them to the right of the elevator around a couple of partitions to a nook at one corner of The Towers where the giant windows looked out over the Golden Gate Bridge. A long bed-like seat ran at the base of the window and then there were small tables with chairs clustered just beyond.
"Come on, we can sit here. We can do it here," she said.
The men, still not really comprehending what she had in mind, began to fill up the chairs. They crowded the corner. The waitress came and they ordered drinks. They sat there laughing and kidding.
Carrie was surprisingly quiet, her mind actively pursuing the newfound possibility her imagination had created. The corner was a perfect place to fuck in front of the whole city, provided she could figure out how to do it in a way where she wouldn't get arrested. It seemed so obvious. Why couldn't the bench be used as a bed? Why couldn't the bodies of the men shield what was happening from the view of the rest of the room?
It was while she was on her third drink that it all crystallized in Carrie's mind. She had worked out all the possibilities. She surprised herself at how calculating she had become. It amused that she would be so careful about something she had heretofore never even considered doing and now it seemed like an obsession.
It all became quite dear. It would work. She crowded
the men around her, as though to tell them what her plan was. It was then that Kevin began to laugh.
"Boss lady," he finally said. "I'll drink to you." He held out his drink.
She didn't know what he was talking about, but she raised her drink. They clinked glasses.
"What are you talking about?" she said.
"Boss lady, we're way ahead of you," he said.
"I don't know what you mean," she said.
"You want to fuck in this corner, don't you?" he said. It was blunt, but it was clear.
She appreciated that. It surprised her.
"Yes. Yes I do. How did you know?"
"Hey, we all want to fuck in this corner, boss lady, it's just a matter of who does it first."
"You're kidding."
It did surprise her. Kevin leaned forward, he was very serious, he looked directly into her eyes.
"Believe me, with all these bodies, there's no way anybody is going to interrupt us. We can do ANYTHING we want."
He was completely serious and he was completely right. Twenty-five men as a shield was indeed a fairly secure thing. The men began to laugh, excitement spread thru the group.
Carrie looked around at them. They were beautiful. They were in her control. She realized this and she wanted to give them what she could give them.
Finally she shook her head and smiled with her eyes and said, very clearly and slowly, "Well, who wants to begin?"
They yelled. It was too loud. People in the rest of the room looked. The men were aware that they were too loud. They quickly shushed each other. Tony spoke up.
"Hey, you guys, we gotta play it cool or it'll never
work.'
They caught on. They quieted down.
Carrie got up from her seat and moved to the bench. Behind her, out across the city, the Golden Gate Bridge lay in a reef of fog, but beyond it the sun was setting. The city lights were aglow in all their twinkling splendor below them. It was fascinating, beautiful. The Clayton Towers was their platform. They were indeed in front of the entire city.
Carrie relaxed back. She looked out at the room, realizing that the way the men were positioned at the moment she could be seen.
"We've got to bunch closer," she insisted. "People can see us."
The men collectively turned their heads and realized the truth, and then collectively sort of rearranged their bodies. It became a more intimate group. Several of the men left one of the tables and moved closer. A wall was formed, a casual, unobtrusive wall, but a wall nonetheless.
Then Carrie had a thought. "The only problem, fellows, is the waitress. She's going to want to get in here."
Kevin laughed. "Well then, boss lady, why don't we let her in?" He smiled, knowingly.
She looked at him. "She exclaimed, "You wouldn't dare."
"Oh we wouldn't, huh. What do you think she's going to do?"
Carrie thought about it. "Well, she could scream."
"No, she's not going to scream. We're going to be gentle."
The men laughed, imagining what they might do to a waitress.
It was, quite by accident, an instantaneous possibility that none of them had ever thought of. Carrie realized this. Suddenly they were all involved in living out Carrie's
fantasy. It pleased her. She laughed at the pure truth that seemed to emerge from every natural and honest situation. It was pleasing to her. She felt her overriding surge of excitement, that wondrous thing that had been occurring to her for the entire week. She smiled to herself, it had indeed been a week ago, at, in fact, just about this time, when she had signed the paper which had served as the catalyst that was to change her life. She nodded, looking at the men and said, "So be it."
.She began to raise her skirt and lay back down on the bench. "Why don't we begin," she asked them. Then she raised up and in mock seriousness said, "Assuming that I am to be the recipient of all your pleasures."
The men laughed. She was, of course, the ONLY woman there. They got the joke. She lay back down, smiling.
Jerry, a short, stocky, powerful young man was at her feet instantly. He had been one of the men she hadn't fucked on the truck.
"I think I have first dibbs," he said, in good humor. "After all, I didn't get any action on the truck."
"Right on," Carrie nodded. "You're first, Jerry. How do we do this?"
She raised herself up and curled her body around so that her head fell in Jerry's lap, resting on his knees, her head only inches from his crotch. Gently she began to unzip his fly. She wondered what a short, stocky man's penis would look like. She couldn't remember ever having had a short, stocky man, especially one as athletic and as powerful looking as Jerry. She reached inside his pants, searchingly, and a gasp came from her throat. His penis did not feel like a penis, but more like a growth, it was so thick. It was the thickest penis she had ever felt. Gradually she realized it was his penis. At first she had almost thought it was his testicles it was so thick. Then she identified its shape and
pulled it from his pants. It was not particularly long, perhaps 5 inches, but it was incredibly thick. She stared at it in fascination. She looked up at Jerry, who was smiling down at her, "My God, Jerry, I've never seen such a thick cock."
"I know, I've heard that before," he said. He was not arrogant. He did not mean it that way. "I really have," he said. "But believe me, it works."
That brought a smile to Carrie's face. "I'll bet it does," she said. She could already feel it thickening under her caress. She began to milk his pulsing penis slowly. There was no way she was going to get it all into her mouth. She began to wonder if she could get it in her cunt. It grew to hardness, stone hardness, almost immediately.
A couple of the guys made comments. Jerry, hearing them, simply said, "Fuck off! Fuck off, you guys."
It was all good natured.
Then, Carrie uncurled herself again and lay back on the bench, reaching out, inviting Jerry to get down between her legs.
Jerry rested on his knees a moment, staring down in fascination into the lovely red bush which was now dark in the subdued light of the Clayton Towers window and felt his sexual urges throbbing in his loins. He had not fucked Carrie before and he had spent the entire day in anticipation, and then had had to experience the disappointment of having the parade end before he got in on the action. And now he realized fully it was his turn. His cock was simply aching to plunge itself into the beautiful, voluptuous, woman laying so invitingly before him.
She was beckoning with her hands, her long, elegant white legs spread, revealing the full red bush that ran down along either side of her cuntal lips and came together near her anus. He had never seen such a full bush and Jerry was.
if anything, a hair man. He tried to relax, afraid that he would ejaculate before he ever got next to the bush. His cock seemed to be pounding. He tried to do some arithmetic in his head as he stared. But it was the staring that was doing him in, the staring at the extremely lovely visual image. It was a fantasy coming true.
Finally, when he felt he was in control and could wait no longer, he leaned forward so that his knuckles were along side of Carrie's breasts, resting on the soft bench top and he pushed his cock forward, feeling the warmth of Carrie's hot cunt as he came close. It was like a homing device. He smiled to himself, he was like one of those heat-seeking missiles. He pushed his cock against her cuntal opening.
Carrie quickly moved her hands down, trying to steer him inside of herself, afraid of his dimensions. Her hands caressed his pulsing cock lovingly, moving the broad, thick tip back and forward in the opening of her crack.
Then, when she realized he was centered on the opening, she took her hands and spread her cuntal lips apart and looked up at him.
"Push, Jerry, shove it in. I want that cock of yours inside of me."
Listening in disbelief, Jerry could only respond. It was like a COMMAND. He drove his cock forward, the heat of her cunt seeming to sear great rings of pleasure around the circumference of his rigid penis. He felt it slip inside of her. He was not unfamiliar with sex, but he had certainly not anticipated Carrie. He was wallowing in the abject pleasure of her voluptuous body and her inviting personality.
He let his penis sink lovingly and lustily into her gaping cunt. And then gasped in astonishment when he felt her pelvis begin the slow, distinct fucking movement.
Carrie rolled her head lustfully to the side, looking at the
shield of bodies.
"Hey you guys, you better do your job. I got a feeling this is going to be real good."
She had felt the distinct pleasure of a new feeling in her life as the thick cock had slipped past her cuntal lips, filling her, almost hurting her. It was exquisite and she bucked back up against the thickness of his prick with enthusiasm.
The men crowded around. They were not lined up like passengers at a railing, but had arranged themselves in a casual, relaxed and normal manner as if they were two or three groups seated around tables. But the cumulative effect was that of a shield.
Carrie could see that from her position on the bench. She relaxed and began to concentrate on Jerry between her legs.
She did not want to raise her legs too high for fear that someone would see her feet up in the air. She let her legs open as far as she could to get his sturdy, powerful body with his stabbing cock, as far into herself as she could get it.
Jerry was surprising himself. Whereas moments before he had been concerned about premature ejaculation, now he felt calm and in control and his cock was sucked in her cunt as it probed and pushed against the red, voluptuous lips of the redheaded woman beneath him.
He became absorbed with his sexual energy. Jerry was by nature a gentle man. It did not interest him to pile-drive his penis in and out of a cunt. He preferred the slow, sensual approach. If Jerry had a cock of greater length, he would have been in absolute sexual heaven. But his own penis was long enough. He began to stroke in his natural manner in and out of Carrie's hot, slick vagina. He couldn't believe the heat. He held still for a moment to feel her vaginal muscles contracting, sucking, at the walls of his penis. His mind began to blur in the ecstasy of her cunt
clasping his cock.
Carrie, meanwhile, had rolled her head so that she could see out the window. She could see the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. She was too low on the bench to see the lights of the city below the window, but she had the distinct feeling of being naked and exposed and exhibiting herself in front of the entire city. The shear thrill of it was almost more than she could comprehend. It was fantasy after fantasy after fantasy, it seemed, and she laughed to herself and she enjoyed it.
The driving urgency of Jerry's happy cock began to get her attention more and more. She felt herself slipping from the delicious orange to the intensely delicious white of her stomach heat. She began to grind her hips. She had never fucked a short, powerful man like this, and found his body especially appealing. She could wrap her legs completely around his waist, but she didn't dare do that. She thought to herself that maybe in the next week she could get him in bed one more time. There was an energy, a demanding sensual energy coming from Jerry and it was delicious to Carrie.
She lay back, enjoying, everything was so complete for her. She realized she was totally exciting to the young man, and all the young men. It gave her a sense of power, a sense of reason. She LOVED it.
And then Carrie began to cum. There was something about Jerry's insistent pumping penis that was driving her crazy.
The cum caught her by surprise. She had not recognized that instant when the orgasm rippled up into her throat in a strong, pleasurable searing kind of way. She smiled, her mouth falling open in astonishment as the electric currents of her passion shot through her body, seeming to tear at her stomach muscles in their intensity.
Jerry, reacting to the increase of movement in Carrie's pelvis, began to be swept away with his own emotion. He fucked her with energy and with great completeness, loving the rippling feeling of her hot, sensuous vagina as it rippled over the veins in his engorged cock.
When he came, when the semen began to shoot through his penis, it Was almost with a sense of relief to the young man, because the pleasure he was deriving from Carrie had become so intense, it was almost painful. He had never had that happen before. And though he loved it, he loved the orgasm even more. He held himself rigid over her cunt, feeling the semen work it's way through his penis on its hot path towards her cunt.
How exciting," Carrie thought to herself. "How utterly and totally wild to feel the hot semen of such a happy, energetic man pouring into my body. What a glorious sensation." She began to feel ecstatic with the solution she had come up with in recent days. It was unbelievable to her that she could be lying in the window of this tall, sophisticated building being fucked. She hoped Jerry was feeling the same pleasure she was. She rolled her head towards the other men.
A waitress who worked in the restaurant at the top of Clayton Towers walked over to where they were.
As she stood there staring down in disbelief at Carrie, Carrie's eyes came into contact with hers. Carrie did not care what the waitress did. She was only concerned about the good feelings of the waitress. She didn't want her to be embarrassed, she didn't want her to do anything that would disrupt this lovely moment. And so in a way her eyes were pleading, but there was no fear in them, and something about the directness of her gaze caught the waitress' attention.
It was about that time that Kevin slipped his hand
between the waitress' stockinged legs and began to hug one of her legs. He was not literally feeling her up, and it was not an uncommon thing to the waitress to feel this fresh pawing which some men are inclined to do. But Kevin hugged her quite closely with one arm and then with his other quickly reached up and put his hand directly on her pubic bush, pushing against it thru the red fabric of her pants. The waitress reacted. She tried to back away, and then, for the first time realized she couldn't move. She was standing with four men seated on all four sides of her, trapped. And one of those men had her leg in a vice-like grip and with his other hand was feeling her pussy.
In a way Kevin was fortunate. He had hit the right spot with his hand and he was not rough. And as a consequence the waitress actually felt a twinge of pleasure despite her reaction. In her trapped position, and not wanting to create a ruckus in the room, her instinct was to look back into Carrie's eyes.
Their eyes locked for a long tense moment and finally Carrie, realizing what Kevin was doing, simply smiled at the waitress and said, softly "Want to try it?"
"What?" the waitress said, the words not coming easily from her throat. "What ... what ... what do you mean?" She was almost stammering.
"Try it," Carrie said. "They mean no harm, they're very gentle, they're my lovers and you're welcome." Carrie was aware of the absurdity of what she said. Then she was aware that it wasn't really so absurd, she was telling the truth. And what she actually was aware of was the fact that these truthful words were indeed coming out of her own self-protective mouth. She smiled inwardly. A lot of changes had occurred in one week.
She nodded to the lovely waitress, smiling, trying to give her reassurance. The waitress relaxed. "I can't," she said.
"the manager, I have no time." The words were coming out in staccato fashion as the ugly reality of the situation, especially her own reality, became clearer and clearer in her completely confused mind.
Kevin grew bolder, but then again he, too, was like Carrie, he didn't really give a damn. He realized there was nothing anyone would do. He took both hands and reached up and unsnapped her waitress' pants and then quickly hooked his fingers over the top of her pantyhose and before she could move began to pull them down.
"No!" he heard from the girl above him. But she did not do anything to resist. Her hands were full of a tray and glasses and she was staring, as if hypnotized, at the strange look on Carrie's face.
Tory, afraid that others in the room would see what was happening, stood up directly behind the tall blonde and his gigantic figure simply blocked her from view of the rest of the room.
Kevin, realizing this, pulled more firmly on her pants. They were snug, but not that snug, and gradually he worked them down over her hips. The girl seemed petrified, frozen. The guys began laughing, horsing around. Carrie sat up on the bench and leaned towards the girl. Her pubic bush was uncovered now, and Kevin stopped. He put his finger on her clitoris. The girl pulled her pelvis away, but she couldn't move far enough, and she didn't want to create a ruckus in the room. Besides that, his finger felt good. She was literally so confused she didn't know what to do. And so she simply stared at Carrie as if waiting for the older woman to give her an answer.
And Carrie had an answer. Quickly she slipped forward onto her knees in front of the tall waitress. She looked up, her nose only inches now from the pubic bush.
"Then try me instead," she said, and quickly put her
tongue into the woman's crotch. "No! No!" the waitress said.
But Kevin was pushing her forward against Carrie's weight and Carrie put her arms up and held the woman's legs as she began to taste and tongue the delicious blonde bush in front of her. She could feel her tongue touch the clitoris. She knew she was hitting home. She felt the tension in the girl. Almost imperceptivity, after only a few licks of her tongue, she felt the girl relax.
Tory, looking down over the waitress' shoulder, watching the action, reached around her and took the tray from her hand and put it on a nearby table. Then he leaned back, whispering, "Easy honey, enjoy." It was one of the most sophisticated things Tory had ever said to a woman.
The blonde really had no choice as long as she didn't want to scream and cause a problem. She was caught so totally by surprise. First by the sexual image she had seen of the luscious spread-out Carrie as she was being fucked, and then by the quick and darting tongue that Carrie was thrusting into her crotch, that she began to respond sexually without really wanting to.
It was the sharp, French-accented, masculine, "Stop it! Stop it! Do you hear! Stop it, I say!" that broke all of their concentration. The short, dapper, mustacheod manager was amongst them. He was a slight man, of French extraction and his black tuxedo stood out in sharp contrast to their casual dress. He had come amongst them unnoticed when he had somehow detected from across the room that his waitress was having trouble with the soldiers. He had not realized that Carrie was there at all. And then, when he got close enough, and moved amongst them, and looked down at Carrie actually tonguing his waitress' exposed cunt, the Frenchman's impatience with the situation emerged.
Tony, upon hearing the "Stop-it's" and looking up to
see the man, simply grabbed him and pulled him down onto the bench along side where Carrie had been fucking only moments before. "Sit down, Mac," Tony laughed, not recognizing the man as the manager.
The man, however, was irate, and so irate that Carrie pulled her face away from the delicious cunt that she was enjoying so much and looked to see who was causing the trouble. Instantly she recognized what the situation was. She turned back to see who the soldier was along side of her, it was Derek.
"Derek," she said quickly. "Take my place."
"Huh?"
"I said take my place. Get down on your knees and continue what I was doing. This girl is about to have an orgasm."
Derek, in disbelief, knelt quickly down. The waitress had not moved. Carrie was right. Passion was consuming the young woman. The bizarre nature of what was happening to her had taken her by surprise and she was responding in a way that she would not normally have responded. An orgasm was almost upon her when Derek began to tongue her clitoris.
Carrie turned toward the Manager. She reached up and put her hand over his mouth and smiled into his eyes. Then, using only the force of her presence, and the fact that she was female and thus surprised him completely, she simply pushed him backwards onto the bench.
A modified cheer went up from the men and a rustle of excitement, sensing that Carrie was in control. She looked down at the man. He stared back at her, his mind unable to comprehend the sequence of events. Carrie reached down and unzipped his fly.
She had trouble getting to his bare skin because of the cluster of underwear her hand ran into. And then she
penetrated, feeling the thick, curly, black, French hair, and then finally the slender, delicate penis. She pulled on it, snaking it out. Another small cheer went up from the guys when the penis emerged. The man resigned himself, holding his hands up above his chest in a gesture of futility and then dropped them, staring back, looking into the eyes of his waitress who was standing right in front of him, right on the verge of orgasm.
Her eyes were glazed partially closed. Tory was somewhat holding her up, his head along side of her head, whispering to her gently. Carrie hungrily sucked the Frenchman's cock into her mouth. She thought it might be fun to fuck. It had the length and she was sure that her vaginal muscles were strong enough to grip it. She had heard about Frenchmen. She wondered what he was like.
Then as she sucked the Frenchman became concerned about what he was doing and he sat up quickly. Just as quickly Tony put his hand on his arm, but the man said, hurriedly, "No, I must stand up. People will suspect." There was truth to what he said, and Tony recognized it.
Carrie, her mouth still on his cock, although her head was sort of pinched in his waist, also recognized the truth. She moved her head away toward Tony. "Stand him up, Tony. Stand him along side of his waitress."
Tony got the idea instantly and he stood the Frenchman up, spinning him so that his back was towards the main room, and placed him along side of the waitress. Carrie moved in front of him again and began to suck once more on his erect cock, which was now rising in excitation. Kevin stood up along side of the manager. "Be cool fellow," he said menacingly. "Just be cool, we don't want any trouble. Do you understand?"
"Oui, oui," the Frenchman said, his attention now torn between his embarrassment and the sexual excitement
being caused by Carrie's expert lips. He looked down, staring in utter amazement at the beautiful redhead sucking on his cock. It was a lovely sight. He felt himself responding.
Then, as he concentrated on his own pleasure, he heard just off his left shoulder the gentle, passionate, mewling as his waitress began to orgasm.
"Oooooooohhhhhhhh" she said. "Oh yes Oooooohhhhhh, my goodness. My goodness! Oooooooooh, Ooooooohhhhhh."
And then it was over, except the sound resounded through the Frenchman's soul. He had wanted to fuck his waitress for many months and had never done it. But now to hear her having an orgasm, which was unmistakable, in his ear only inches from her, and to be able to look down and see the luxuriant bush, was almost more than he could stand. Although his penis was not even erect, semen began to shoot out of it, down Carrie's throat.
The impulse of the hot cum startled Carrie. She had not anticipated an orgasm from the Frenchman that quickly. She smiled to herself and quickly began gobbling at the penis, trying to make his pleasure as complete as possible. She couldn't believe the amount of semen he shot her. It flowed into her throat in great gobs. Finally when she couldn't swallow it any faster it began to spill out of the corners of her mouth and dribble down her neck.
A couple of the men, seeing it, gave a cheer. Everyone was happy. Then, when it was over, and Carrie had taken her mouth away from the Frenchman's cock and looked up smiling with his semen on her chin and her face glistening with excitement, he had simply looked down at her and again, in a typical Frenchman gesture, had raised his hand in resignation to each side and then dropped them to his hips. He smiled down at her and nodded. He did not really want to leave, but it was over and he knew it.
Carrie reached for a napkin and wiped his penis dry, stroking it lovingly. She reached out and took the waitress' hand, placing it on the manager's penis.
"Why don't you do this," she said.
The waitress, nonplused, had NO choice. She was feeling sensual anyway. She stroked the Frenchman's penis slowly, enjoying the feeling of it. The Frenchman looked at her in dismay and then, abruptly, pulled himself back, pulling his penis out of her extended hand. Quickly he stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up. The men laughed. They patted him on the back. They teased him. And then the man was gone.
The waitress stood there, a ludicrous sight, her pantyhose and short pants pulled down around her lovely thighs just past her pubic bush.
Tory reached around her and began to rub his fingers over her cunt. But the waitress would have none of it. She was too embarrassed. She turned quickly towards Tory, pushing his hand away, and just as quickly reached down and pulled her pantyhose and pants back into place.
Kevin, realizing the humor of it, had already reached for her tray, and as she straightened out her blouse and became presentable, he simply handed the tray to her. She took it automatically. He bent forward, as thought bowing, looked up at her and smiled. "Thank you very much," he said. "Well take another round of drinks."
"Oh," the waitress said. It wasn't disgust. She just simply had nothing else to say. She walked away. There was silence. The episode was over. For some reason everyone turned toward Carrie. She was watching the waitress, thinking.
"Fellows, I think we better get out of here. We've taken this about as far as we can take it. But listen, before we go.
and we're going to take some cabs, right? Before we go, there are six of you left that I haven't fucked today and so I want the six of you to get in the cab with me." She laughed. Everybody knew what she meant. They all loved her.
They dropped some bills on the table and took the elevator down to the street.
On the ride back to the presidio which Carrie suggested to the driver he do slowly in order to give them plenty of time, Carrie fucked the remaining six men. It was almost mechanical. There was no problem with erections since they were all so highly aroused by the day and anticipatory that it was simply a matter of them getting on top of her and stroking a few times.
Carrie wallowed in the erotic experience, although it was almost anti-climatic to the rest of the day. They dropped her off at her apartment amidst a lot of shouting and laughter, and Carrie walked happily inside.
Once inside she poured herself and strong drink and drank it and picked up the phone and dialed Sue.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was nearly midnight when Sue arrived and they quickly went down to the garage and got into Carrie's car and drove to a restaurant. Carrie was famished, it had been so long and so much energy had been spent.
Carrie did not call Sue because of a sexual need. She wanted desperately to talk to her. She wanted to talk in a different environment and to a different psyche than the men she had been involved with all day. She told Sue with great excitement of what she had done. Sue sympatheized, but she didn't know whether she could do it herself.
It was past two a.m. when they got back to the apartment, and they fell into bed in each other's arms, exhausted.
They lay like that for more than an hour, a deep penetrating, massaging fingers of total sleep restoring their energy partly. The heat of their body and their own natural sensuality awakened them and they began to make passionate love.
Carrie couldn't believe where her sexual energy was coming from. She lay in Sue's arms distinctly aware of the now always present surge of wondrous excitement in her body. She felt the heat in her stomach long before her clitoris had been touched or her breasts had been massaged. It was just the shear, perfect intimacy of it and the freedom. And she couldn't believe how fortunate she was.
Finally she moved downward in the bed and took one of Sue's nipples in her mouth and began to play with it with her lips and tongue. As she lay there sucking on the succulent nipple unrelated thoughts went through her mind. The men, for instance, would be gone through Tuesday on a mock military exercise. John would not be with them. She did not look forward to the time when they would be gone. She had learned to rely on their availability. She ran her tongue lovingly over the taut nipple. She thought of John Malcolm's big cock, how lovely it was and how lonely she was for it.
She wondered if her father had ever sucked on her mother's nipples. She hoped so, but she suspected it had never happened. She felt a closeness to her mother and wished she were there. She felt certain her mother would like to have her nipples sucked on.
A strange thought occurred to her. Perhaps she herself would have like to nibble on her mother's breasts and give her mother sexual pleasure. Why not? Why would it be different than Sue? She smiled. There wouldn't be any difference except for what she had been taught. She moved a finger down to Sue's crotch, and then became aware of the heat in her own crotch, and twisted her body around so that her head was opposite Sue's clitoris and her clitoris was opposite Sue's mouth. She felt the first probing touch of Sue's insistent fingers. She pushed her crotch forward in invitation. She began to seep deeper and deeper into her own sensuality, her legs came apart, she felt Sue's fingers penetrate her vagina. She was astonished at the moisture. She did the same to Sue, running the two fingers of her hand deeply into the dark, throbbing channel, loving the texture, aware that Sue was as wet as she was. She took her hand away and put her arms around Sue's waist so that her hands were on Sue's buttocks. She reached between Sue's
legs approaching her vagina from the back and got more lubrication on her fingers. Then, as she was doing that, she put her mouth over Sue's clitoris and began to tease and titillate it. After a moment she let her fingers slip from Sue's vagina and let them play idly around Sue's tiny, pouting anus. She heard a distinct moan come from Sue. She continued, letting her finger slide easily in and out only a quarter of an inch or a half inch at the most. She could feel Sue responding. She was not interested in penetrating her anus any further, but she knew it was a highly erogenous zone, especially if it felt to Sue anything like it felt to her.
And then, as if Sue had read her mind, she felt Sue's fingertips doing the same thing to her. She opened her legs, trying to invite the young brunette to do it deeper. Sue responded and began sucking on Carrie's clitoris. They lay like that, totally relaxed, totally sensuous for a long, long time, and had several mutual orgasms. And then they relaxed their legs and fell asleep in roughly the same position, disconnected, but only by millimeters, the aroma of their sexuality permeating the room and their souls, and they slept deeply.
CHAPTER NINE
With the men away, the Monday morning company room seemed unusually quiet and Carrie had worked for more than two hours in concentration at her desk, going over matters that she had avoided with the men there, catching up on her work. And it was almost ll o'clock when she became aware of another person in the room with her. She looked up, startled, directly into the eyes of a tall, white-haired, slender woman who was standing just inside of her office door, smiling, waiting for Carrie to notice her.
It was one of the most beautiful women Carrie had ever seen. She did not know who she was, of course, but there was an instant attraction.
"Are you Miss Tracton?" The woman asked her pleasantly.
Carrie stood up. "Yes, I am. Can I help you?" She stared in fascination. The woman probably was in her sixties so Carrie judged, based on the hair alone, but it was the woman's color and her striking aquiline face that simply fascinated Carrie.
"I'm Mrs. Cuzzins," the woman said, stepping forward, her hand outstretched.
Carrie recognized the name. Cuzzins was the Commanding Officer of the Base. And then a bell rang in her mind. Though Carrie had never seen Mrs. Cuzzins, she had indeed heard comments about her beauty during her time as secretary to John Malcolm. Everything was falling into place. Mrs. Cuzzins was famous on the Base. Carrie shook her hand.
"Please do sit down.
Mrs. Cuzzins did not sit down. She stepped closer to Carrie and looked intently into her eyes. There was a hypnotic quality about them which Carrie instantly recognized. She liked the woman. She felt a vibration of warmth flowing through her body. She recognized it as a sexual feeling. And then she was forced to concentrate on Mrs. Cuzzins' words.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you. Miss Tracton, but Major Malcolm told me about you and I thought I would just stop by and see if you were busy. I would like to take a few moments of your time if that's convenient for you now. If not, I can always come back when it is convenient. I should have called, but I was so close I just thought I'd stop in."
Carrie paused, then haltingly said, "Yes, yes, I have the time, of course. The men are away. It's quiet here this morning. I'm ALL ALONE." She thought she saw a flicker of amusement sweep over Mrs. Cuzzins' face. The woman said, simply,
"Yes, of course, I understand." And she moved to a chair opposite the desk.
Carrie sat down, her body tingling with excitement. She was totally aware of her sexual attraction fo Mrs. Cuzzins. She would have to watch herself. She couldn't believe how tan the woman was, the striking contrast between her deeply tanned face and beautiful silvery white hair which was coiffured in a mod design, was unreal and her body seemed to emanate strength and flexibility and health. Carrie wondered idly if she really was sixty years old.
The woman was talking. Her voice was very clam, almost enticing. When she leaned forward to speak to Carrie. Carrie had the distinct impression, as absurd as it was, that Mrs. Cuzzins had nothing on underneath the full length coat she was wearing. She had a simple scarf of a soft red color
around her neck which was tucked into the front of the coat, and when she leaned forward Carrie got the impression of cleavage and depth down inside the coat, but she couldn't be sure. She listened carefully to what Mrs. Cuzzins was saying.
"Have you heard about the Swedish Officers here to study our program?"
"Ah-No, no I haven't," Carrie said.
Mrs. Cuzzins nodded. "Well, they just arrived and I'm not surprised you don't know. Nevertheless, there are two very handsome Swedish Officers here and it is our duty to not only show them our program, which they might try to emulate in their own Military, but it is also our duty to entertain them. And essentially, that's why I'm here. Major Malcolm has been given the main responsibility for their entertainment, but, of course, my husband is very concerned that everything comes off alright. And I have sort of been given the responsibility indirectly by my husband to oversee the program. And that's why I was talking with Major Malcolm earlier. It was as we were talking and wondering how we could escort these gentlemen around that Major Malcolm suggested I see you.
"He told me, of course, of your beauty and of the fact that you were single and that you might enjoy being sort of an escort to one of the gentlemen when we took them out to dinner. And now that I see you, I have to agree that he was absolutely right about your beauty. I hope you don't mind my complimenting you so bluntly."
"No, no," Carrie said. She was grasping the reasons why the woman was here. "No, And I ... I'm complimented that the Major would think of highly of me. What is it exactly that you had in mind?"
Again Carrie thought she detected the slight knowing smile.
Mrs. Cuzzins lit a cigarette, her long, elegant, deeply tanned fingers handling the cigarette and the gold lighter sensuously. She inhaled deeply and then blew the smoke out slowly as though savoring every second of it. She continued, "Well, actually, I have three things in mind, one of which apparently we have solved, although you haven't said so, and that would be whether or not you would be interested in an evening with the gentleman. Do I have your confirmation on that?"
Carried hesitated. "Well, if Major Malcolm thinks it's alright."
Mrs. Cuzzins interjected, "Well then it's decided, because I'm sure it's alright. Now, the other two items. One, we would like to take these gentlemen to a fine dinner and perhaps show them one or two of San Francisco's beauty spots such as, for instance, the Clayton Towers. Then, the other thing, and here is where I have to ask a special favor of you if it's possible. We would like them to have a quiet evening in an American home. Just cocktails, a late evening talk, perhaps a cigarette or two. But the main idea is to take them inside an American home. And I was wondering if your home would be appropriate for that."
"I live in an apartment," Carrie said.
"Well it's your home, isn't it?" Mrs. Cuzzins seemed almost adamant.
"Yes, and in fact as I think about it, my apartment would be perfectly alright. In fact I would like to offer, not only myself, but my apartment to further our international good will program which I've just learned about."
There was a wry smile on Carrie's face. "By the way, when does this all take place?"
"Well it will be either tonight or tomorrow night, but since we are using your apartment, I would imagine you need to make some plans. Is that true?"
Carrie thought a moment, realized that her men were out of town and that she had no social obligations and that either night was alright. And she was especially interested in Mrs. Cuzzins as she sat there, so she said, "Will we be fortunate enough to have you accompany us?"
"Why yes, I suppose so," Mrs. Cuzzins said.
"Oh good," Carrie said, trying to sound pleasantly surprised. "I would like that." She decided to be direct.
"You see, I think I would like to get to know you better, Mrs. Cuzzins."
Mrs. Cuzzins looked at her quietly and then said, her voice considerably lower, "Please call me Emily. What may I call you?"
"You can call me Carrie."
"Well, Carrie, what night would you prefer?"
There was something of a surge of excitement in Carrie, something urging her to be spontaneous. "Tonight would be fine," she said. "How should we do this?"
"Well, I'll have to get back to you. The plans are not finalized yet, but if you can make it tonight then we will do it tonight. Alright?"
"Yes," Carrie said, "Alright. Do you have a few more moments? I'd like to talk with you some more."
Emily looked at her. "Yes, I'd like to talk with you some more too. Yes I do. May I take off my coat?"
Instantly Carrie felt a surge of tightening her stomach, and she realized that she expected Mrs. Cuzzins not to have anything on under the coat. Now for her to make such an offer, made Carrie wondered. "Yes, please, relax. May I fix you a sherry? It's all I have in the office. It was a gift from the men."
Emily smiled. "I'd like a sherry. Yes, please." Carrie stood up and walked over to a filing cabinet where she had put the bottle of sherry. It wasn't even
opened and she smiled to herself. She didn't think the men had this in mind when they gave it to her.
She said over her shoulder without looking at Mrs. Cuzzins, "Would sherry in a white coffee cup be adequate?" It was a laughing phrase.
"Yes, of course." It was amazing to Carrie how Mrs. Cuzzins' voice changed in tone from one sentence to the other. Sometimes it was high, business like, other times it was low and sensual. She wondered, which voice represented the TRUE Emily. She poured the sherry and took the two cups in her hand and turned back towards Emily. She took only two steps and then froze. Emily was standing in front of her completely naked.
She smiled at Carrie. "Carrie, I'm very aggressive." She said it quietly, confidently and it told Carrie the whole picture. Carrie did not move, staring at the beautiful woman in front of her. It was not a young woman's body, but it was certainly not an old woman's body either. Emily was lithe and svelte with lovely small bosoms and her entire body was a deep tan and the most amazing thing of all was the full pure white bush of pubic hair that seemed to stand out in total contrast from the dark skin surrounding it. Carrie-let her eyes drift down Emily's body. The stomach was flat. Her hips were voluptuous. Emily was slender, not full, but she was almost perfectly proportioned and obviously was in superior physcial shape. Her legs were long and inviting. Carrie smiled. The room had been silent long enough. She stepped forward and handed Emily her cup.
"I'll drink to aggressiveness," she said.
Emily took the cup, her eyes intent upon Carrie's eyes, and she smiled. She held out the cup, Carrie touched her cup to Emily's cup and they sipped at the sherry quietly, looking at each other. Then Carrie, put her cup down on her desk and quickly took off her clothes.
The restaurant that night seemed warm and cozy and it was pure vintage San Francisco, being a refurbished old building which seemed to Carrie to have once been some sort of market, and now was simply and totally elegant with white tablecloths, a lot of crystal on the table, fine china and flatware, male waiters, and the walls simply covered with hundreds and hundreds of rather amateurishly done nudes. It was a San Francisco landmark and made all of the gourmet restaurant lists. They had been sipping cocktails and were part way thru their meal as they became better and better acquainted with each other.
John and Sue were there, Emily and Carrie, and the two Swedish soldiers. Pavlo, who was forty five and of a rank tantamount to Major, and Ingmar, somewhat younger at thirty four, and with a lesser rank. Both men had proved to be especially attractive in the sense of being quite masculine and macho in their behavior and extremely courteous and European in their demeanor.
Carrie and Emily sat beside each other and Pavlo was on Carrie's left. Across the table were Sue and John and Ingmar. The mood had proven to be electric. A chemistry existed. Carrie smiled to herself. She had had sex with three of the five people sitting around her and perhaps that accounted for the light-hearted mood. Everyone felt comfortable.
She was having trouble adjusting to Emily's aggressiveness and yet she was loving it. The woman had proven to be a profoundly sensual lover and now she sat with her hand casually in Carrie's crotch, having worked it underneath Carrie's skirt and she was idly moving her finger back and forth against Carrie's highly sensitive clitoris. She was not trying to be demanding with her finger, she was just, as Carrie realized to her amusement and pleasure-an extremely sensual woman. Carrie loved the feeling. She
would have been doing it to herself, perhaps, had it not been for Emily. Regardless, the mood was great at the table.
The two Swedish men were both intelligent and had a better than ordinary command of English, which was one of the major reasons they had been chosen for this assignment. Perhaps it was their European attitude, Carrie didn't know, but they were certainly carefree and Carrie began to wonder about what would happen at her apartment later. It all seemed like a good idea and she thought it was only natural since two-thirds of the group were known to her to be sexual people, that perhaps something might happen at the apartment that would be sexual.
She filed that away in her mind and continued probing with her personality to get closer and closer to the group. In the back of her mind also was the special excitement that came from her knowledge that everybody planned to go to the Clayton Towers to see what the city looked like from that famous room. And she couldn't help but anticipate seeing the blonde waitress and the tiny French manager. She wondered if there was a way she could get close to the manager. It seemed like a different and certainly unconventional idea and Carrie was now well aware of the fact that different and unconventional ideas were indeed her forte.
Emily had eaten her salad with one hand, all the time titillating Carrie's clitoris with the other. And it was just before the entree was served that Carrie had a sweeping, exciting orgasm. She wasn't sure whether Emily knew it was happening and so as the surge passed over her she casually put her hand on Emily's leg and squeezed it.
Emily looked at her sharply and then smiled anxiously, increasing the rhythm of her finger slightly. When the
entree came Carrie was back to normal and Emily withdrew her hand. As she cut into her filet Carrie's mind was partially concentrating on the extreme wetness in her crotch. It was still a totally fresh dimension to her, though it had been going on for more than a week now and she was simply reveling in the new found pleasure.
The Clayton Towers seemed warm and friendly to Carrie. They were all drinking a Swedish after dinner drink at the suggestion of the two soldiers and were having a very good time as Carrie's eyes surveyed the room, remembering her experience of only a few days ago, and searching for the French manager. She had not been able to locate the waitress, but that didn't matter, it was the manager her mind was focusing on, and his small, sensuous, penis. And she had a plan, if she could only find him.
They ordered another drink. As it was being served, Carrie saw him. He came striding into the room from around the corner, she thought perhaps from his office. He did not see her, but he was standing quite close to the door as he surveyed the room.
Carrie leaned over to Emily who was still sitting next to her and whispered. "Come on, I have a surprise for you. Let's go to the ladies room."
Emily, thinking that Carrie wanted sex in the ladies room, happily agreed and they excused themselves. As they were approaching the manager, Carrie said to Emily, "Just follow my lead, please. This is going to be a pleasant surprise."
Once she was in front of the manager, Carrie stopped and smiled at him. His mouth simply dropped open. He stuttered something which Carrie couldn't understand. She could see his nervousness.
"May I talk with you in your office a moment?" Carrie asked.
"Yes, yes," the man stuttered. There was nothing else he could say. But he didn't move. Carrie reached forward and touched his arm.
"Well, where is it?"
"A...oh...." the man was regaining his composure.
He looked at Emily.
"She'll come with us," Carrie said. The man was confused, but nevertheless he turned towards his office.
"This way," he guided them. He walked between some people and around the corner, down past the elevators to a door and opened it. There was an anteroom with a secretary's desk, and then beyond a more elaborate room with a light on, and Carrie could see as they walked in that it had to be his office.
Once inside the manager, who was still standing with his hand on the door, looked at her beseechingly.
"Close the door," Carrie told him.
There was a different tone in her voice. A commanding tone, and he heard it clearly. He paused.
"I said CLOSE THE DOOR," Carrie repeated. She was feeling her power and loving it.
The French man with the carefully trimmed mustache and the black tailored tuxedo quietly pushed the door closed. They were alone.
Carrie looked at Emily, who was smiling. Carrie smiled inside. Emily was cool. She dug her. Emily already understood.
"What is your name?" Carrie said.
"Jacques, Mademoiselle."
"Alright Jacques, my name is Carrie and this is Emily. I think you have a good cock and I want Emily to see it and touch it."
The French man blanched. He was not used to such aggressiveness. He paused.
"Mademoiselle?" he said, questioningly.
"Oh don't be afraid, we are aggressive and we know it. But I did enjoy your penis the other night. I liked its texture and I liked its taste when she shot me a load of your sperm.
The man began to shake his head. He was not yet in control of his continental personality.
"So," Carrie went on, "would you please take off your pants."
She heard Emily laugh.
"No, better yet," Carrie said. "I'll assist you." Quickly she moved forward to the man. He did not resist. She bent forward and undid his trousers. She smiled at her own efficiency. Quickly she had the man with his trousers around his ankles and his white boxer shorts hanging down below his tuxedo jacket. She smiled at the sight and quickly jerked the shorts down also.
The cock hung limply between his legs. Yet she knew she would love it when he got it hard. She took his penis in her hands and began stroking it. As she did so she sensed that Emily had moved beside her.
Emily was bending forward, looking carefully at his swelling penis. She looked up at Carrie.
"It is appealing. I've never seen a texture like that." She reached forward and Carrie literally handed the Frenchman's cock to Emily. She was aware of the startling contrast between Emily's extremely tanned hand and the Frenchman's penis.
Then Carrie watched in fascination as the penis began to grow and grow.
Carrie lifted her skirt and reached forward and took the man's tense hand and put it against her dripping cunt.
"Put your finger in," she said softly. "I love the feeling."
The man reacted instinctively. He was beginning to enjoy it.
Emily got down on her knees and took the man's penis in her mouth. Then she stopped and looked up at Carrie and said, "Carrie, we only have a moment."
"I know," Carrie said. "It'll only take a moment. Jacques is very cooperative." She smiled at Jacques. He smiled back. His other hand fluttering in the air, as was his habit, as he expressed his resignation.
"Perhaps if you sat in this soft chair," Emily said, "you would be more comfortable."
Jacques moved to the soft chair and sat down, his finger still in Carrie's cunt as she moved along side the arm. Emily got between his legs and began to suck again. Within moments Jacques was erect. His continental personality returned and he was into the sexual experience. It was not his want to try and explain it, he preferred simply to enjoy it.
Jacques had the kind of cock that swells tremendously upon excitement. It thrust out quite handsomely in front of his naked belly a good seven inches and the knob was thick and purple and exploding with blood.
Emily looked up at Carrie. "You were right," she said. "It is beautiful, and I would like it inside of me. Do you think we have time?"
"Yes, we have time," Carrie said, very business-like. "Fuck him dammit, FUCK HIM!"
Emily stood up and hiked up her skirt. She turned her back towards Jacques and adjusted her legs outside of his legs so that she could sit down on his penis. She lowered her white fringed vagina down to the knob.
"Help me Jacques," she said. His hands quickly found his penis and began to direct it between her dripping cunt lips.
Then he was all the way inside of Emily. Emily began to
fuck him, moving back and forth, back and forth, trying to ride his penis the full length of her vaginal opening.
Jacques sighed. He leaned back closing his eyes. His finger began to move faster inside Carrie's cunt.
Then, not able to stand it any more, Carrie simply stood up on the arms of the soft chair, her cunt straddling Jacques head, and lowered herself so that his mouth was directly opposite her clitoris. She placed her hands against the wall behind the chair for support. It was awkward but it was beautiful. His tongue began to move automatically. Carrie's mood changed from the lovely orange she appreciated to the white heat she appreciated even more. Within seconds she had almost been at the point of orgasm simply out of anticipation, and now with the whole sequence working perfectly, the orgasm she was about to have seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to her. A wave of pleasure at her own adaptability and her own newfound pleasure cycle shot through her. The orgasm no longer surprised her. She relaxed, letting it ripple thru her, knowing that Jacques was getting a mouthful of lubrication, hoping he would enjoy the taste.
But Jacques was in his own dimension. The work of his tongue was almost a reflex action. He couldn't believe the erotic sensations coming from the magnificent cunt on his cock. Emily was grinding out expertly, the sexuality of the French man, and she was loving it. She was sitting almost straight up on his cock and fucking back and forth rapidly. And her hand was on her own clitoris now whirling in excitement, her own orgasm rippling towards the top rapidly now.
They had only been in the room a little more than two minutes when Jacques simply exploded. His balls could stand the excitation no longer. He began to moan into Carrie's cunt.
Emily, hearing it, and sensing her success, let her o orgasm happen. It was EXQUISITE. It was gentle, not all-consuming, and extremely attractive to her. In her years of experience she had learned all sorts of things about orgasms and this was just one of the MANY kinds she was able to enjoy. Her vagina seemed like a sensory pad, trying to soak up all the heat of Jacques' flaming semen as it roared up into her. She loved it. She wallowed in the sensations as the spurts struck the walls and then the back of her vagina. She closed her eyes in the quiet room and let it just happen.
Then there was that moment where everyone was aware that the sex had reached its peak. Carrie paused, her legs now trembling from the tension and then she got off. She bent down to Jacques head, which was still laying against the back of the chair, at the amount of juice she had deposited on his chin and his cheeks and his nose. She bent down and slowly began to lick the juice away.
Emily stood up and turned around and came to the other side of the chair and began licking the sides of Jacques face.
Carrie moved on to Jacques now spent penis. It was semi-erect. She leaned down and took it in her mouth and sucked on ever so lovingly. She could taste Emily's juices.
It was a BEAUTIFUL moment. She calculated they had been no more than five minutes from the table. She stood up and touched Emily. "Let's go," she said.
Emily smiled. She stood up and reached down, put her fingers on Jacques' lips, and then brought them up to her lips, kissed her fingers and put them back on Jacques' lips. She smiled at him.
She leaned forward and said, "I agree with Carrie. Your cock gives a super fuck.
Then the two women left the room, leaving the
Frenchman splayed out in his office chair naked from the waist down, his penis swollen from orgasm but curving softly from the gravity pull. And he stared at the door through which the women had just walked in simply and profound disbelief.
Emily and Carrie had gone to the powder room after leaving Jacques' office. They had been laughing and high. And once in the room Emily said, "You know, I find the Swedish officers quite sexy, do you?"
"Oh yes, yes," Carrie said, "I do."
"Then let's be aggressive some more," Emily said. "Let's have an orgy."
Carrie smiled at her. The thought had gone thru her mind, to say the least. She was also smiling but of her astonishment at how Emily, whom she now knew was sixty two, because Emily had told her, was so refreshingly aggressive or perhaps it was assertive in relation to sexual matters. She found it refreshing, not threatening.
"Then I have a plan if you agree," Emily said.
"Yes Emily, what is your plan?" Her remarks brought a smile to Carrie's face.
"My plan is that you and I get both of them sexually excited on the ride over to your apartment. What do you think of that?"
It was a fun idea. Carrie decided to tease. "You mean side by side in the backseat?"
Emily laughed, "Yes, side by side. Perhaps on our knees in front of them."
Carrie asked, "is there no limit to you?"
Emily laughed. "Well MAYBE, just use our hands. Why don't we see. Why don't we wait and see."
And they left the powder room in good spirits.
Back at the table, with still another after dinner drink waiting for them, the girls rejoined the group.
Then a few minutes later Pavlo decided to go to the men's room and Ingmar went with him, leaving the four intimates around the table. Aware of their sudden privacy, Carrie told John and Sue what had happened. Sue, already knowing the original story about the Frenchman, found the idea exciting and wondered why she hadn't been taken along. And then the two women told them of their plans for an orgy. Carrie wondered as they talked how she had been able to stay away from John who was really the instigator of this major change in her life and who had probably as beautiful a penis as anyone she had ever known, for all this time, and decided in her mind to make up for this lack once they got to her apartment. Perhaps it would be the way to get things underway. She didn't know, but the point is by the time the Swedish men came back, everyone was in agreement about what would happen at Carrie's apartment.
And thus it was that once they all piled into the taxicab John and Sue made it a point to sit in front.
To say the least, the group was in high spirits by the time they had finished the fifteen minute ride and were walking up the steps to Carrie's apartment. They were vividly aware of the bulges in the trousers of the two Swedish men. An intimacy had developed. There was no mistaking that.
And as a result an attitude of high excitement existed as they tumbled into the apartment and Carrie went about lighting the candles, turning on the music, while John proceeded to get the drinks.
They sat in an intimate circle talking for some time. John got another round of drinks and the talk went on. The men were explaining Sweden, some of the lovely things there and the conversation was fascinating. Still, Carrie could sense that Emily was somewhat edgy.
Emily had leaned back on the couch lazily, spreading herself out, and resting her shoulder against Ingmar, listening to him talk. Carrie knew that it would be Emily who provided the aggression that would get things going. If not, Carrie would do it herself, but she was fascinated by the older woman and the accuracy of her sexual instincts. She watched in fascination.
Sure enough, as Ingmar talked quietly of a beautiful seaport in Sweden, Carrie saw Emily's hands idly swept down to his crotch and unzipped his fly.
Ingmar, the sophisticate, paid no attention. He continued to talk. But then, when Emily blatantly extracted his penis from his trousers, he had to stop and look down. He stared at Emily's hand and his naked penis in the soft candlelight. Then he looked around the room at Carrie and John and Sue and at Pavlo. He smiled and shrugged, and adjusted himself to be more comfortable in his chair.
"We do this too in Sweden," he said, smilingly. "In fact, we do it a GREAT DEAL. We ENJOY it!"
He reached around to pull Emily's head towards his cock. She bent with his pressure happily, and within moments her head was lying against his stomach, her hand idly pushing the now swelling knob of his penis against her lips. Her tongue came out and moved around it. She lowered her head slightly and sucked the knob inside. She played and played, watching him grow, without really sucking on it, just playing with it. It was exciting to watch and it was highly erotic.
The group didn't really need any stimulation. But they waited, ENJOYING and WATCHING.
Then Carrie rolled next to John who was laid out on the floor, his head on a large pillow and pulled his cock from his trousers and began to suck on it in earnest.
It was all the group needed, really, especially Pavlo. He simply stood up and began to remove his clothes. Carrie could see him out of the corner of her eye and smiled to herself. It was going to be alright, Pavlo was probably more sophisticated than anyone. His thick, powerful body, with its flat stomach, seemed to glisten in the candlelight He was an extremely fit man at forty five and his thick, healthy looking penis dangled out from the blonde hair in his crotch invitingly.
When he was naked, Pavlo simply stepped around the coffee table to where Sue was sitting absentmindedly staring at him in fascination as though she were an abstract witness. And his movement caught her by surprise because the main thought in her mind was to suck on Pavlo's cock. It simply hadn't occurred to her because of her fascination that she was in the room and could indeed suck it if she'd just make a move.
Her reverie somewhat shattered, she smiled to herself and grabbed his penis as he stepped in front of her. She was already at the right height and Pavlo simply straddled her body and stood in front of her, his penis dangling down into her now upturned and hungry mouth.
Somehow Emily got out of her clothes without taking her mouth off Ingmar's cock, a real feat in itself. When she was naked she lay back in the same position she was in earlier. Thus challenged, Ingmar began to try to get out of his clothes without taking his cock away from Emily's hungry mouth. He was successful enough with his tunic and shirt and it wasn't necessary to get his trousers off because his cock was sticking out now in a healthy, lively manner and was completely accessible.
When he was undressed enough he simply rolled his body so that his head went down towards Emily's white, luscious bush. Ingmar, who was used to the Swedish blonde
appearance, still had never seen such a startling sight and he wanted to bury his mouth in what appeared to be the most luscious, older pussy he had ever seen.
Emily spread her long, slender legs happily, pushing her cunt into Ingmar's eager face. The new position pleased her because she could put her arms around his hips and she drew the full length of his cock into her mouth. It was a thick, energetic cock and she loved the way it filled her mouth. Her head move back and forth happily. She closed her eyes. She knew she was going to have a satisfying evening. His expert tongue was all the evidence she needed. She could feel her own juices start to flow.
Carrie meanwhile was becoming totally fascinated with the cock that had been out of her life all too long. The ample thickness of John's cock was the thing that appealed to her. She ran her lips gently up and down his slick shaft, first on the bottom, then on the top, circling it, loving it, using her tongue around the knob, and then occasionally opening her mouth and letting her head sink fully over the now swelling and responding muscle. It went deeply into her throat and she could feel the knob pushing against the back of her throat. She relaxed her mouth muscles and throat muscles to keep from gagging. It was that far down. Her stomach was simply ablaze now. She knew she could cum within seconds, but she wanted John's beautiful cock inside of her when she did. It was like a hypnotist's medallion dangling in front of her. And finally when she knew it was stiff enough for penetration she got to her knees.
He raised himself forward off the pillow slightly, staring at her hungriness in amazement, then smiled and lay back. He could see she was in another dimension and was not aware of what he was feeling.
And he was right. Carrie was already in orgasm and her
pelvis was bucking wildly at the semi-erect cock. It was a fantastic, unbelievable experience for her and she knew that a large part of it was mental. Still, the white, hot ember of her stomach was responding with total force. She came in a series of gasps which came from her throat in such a way as to startle John. He realized what was happening. He had not anticipated an orgasm that quickly and so he raised his arms and caught her as she fell forward, not in exhaustion but in relief. He held her tightly, his cock continuing to grow in her throbbing cunt.
As he held her he looked upward over her shoulders, looking at the others in the room.
Sue and Pavlo were only a foot or two from him and he could see that Pavlo's cock was now fully erect and Sue's head was moving back and forth a good 8 inches as she let the giant penis go in and out of her mouth.
John watched in fascination, the candlelight beyond Sue's body was giving her sort of a back light and the scene was beautiful to see as her head moved back and forth.
"Look Carrie," he said, turning Carrie's head so she could look towards Sue. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Carrie could see it from her sideways position. "Ummmmmmm" she murmured. "Ummmmmmm."
Then he began to feel Carrie's pelvis move again. Carrie had been letting her mind wander over the various aspects of her sexuality. She loved John's big throbbing cock. She could feel it growing inside her cunt. It was now rock hard. She wanted somehow to give him something, to show him something of what she had learned as a result of the door he had opened. The entire day had been so arousing to her, what with her meeting and sexual contact with Emily, the Frenchman, the guys in the car, and her own sexual imagination, Carrie was at that point of no return in her sexual understanding. That point where she had discovered
she was able to simply open herself up and receive and give sex. She loved having her head against John's chest, her pelvis was kind of like a metronome, keeping the rhythm going while her mind worked on the solution she was searching for.
Then, suddenly she had it. Quickly Carrie straightened up. She pulled her cunt away from John's penis and quickly undressed him, smiling down at him as she did so.
"I've got to get you out of these damn clothes," she said. She was smiling. She was laughing. 'They're so inhibiting. I want to feel your skin against mine."
"Alright, alright, hurry up," he said. He was laughing back at her. It was a game.
Finally he was naked and she got back on top of him. She poised her open cunt over his now rigid cock, the tip just barely inserted. She moved around and around, teasing him, trying to give him pleasure.
Then, just when he thought she would sink down over his rigid shaft, Carrie moved again. She reversed her position. Her backside was towards his head. She reached down between her legs and took the giant shaft and rubbed it against her clitoris. She closed her eyes in sexual ecstasy. She jerked on his cock. She let her vaginal lips suck the giant knob up inside, but she was only trying to get him wet and slippery-Then when she realized he was ready and she was ready, she let her body slip all the way down over his cock, grinding it around for a few minutes, and then pulled off of him completely. She glanced back. The swollen, vibrating shaft was glistening. She moved her body forward slightly and put the tip of his penis up against her tight ass-hole. She lowered herself, letting the tip slip just inside. She would have to go through a moment of pain. She knew she could handle it, but she was mainly driven by the fact that she
knew John was staring at her. She could feel her anal muscles soften, it wasn't going to be so bad. She pushed back firmly now and felt the head stretching the sphincters out almost as far as they could go. She knew the pain was at its greatest intensity and she knew that to get it over with she had to lower herself perhaps another inch and then it would be gone. Quickly she did that, simply dropping her body and there was almost a sound as the head slipped in past the sphincter and the pain was gone.
"Yes, ohhhhhhhhh, that feels fantastic," John gasped.
Carrie smiled. She paused, building up the drama of the moment. John was holding absolutely still, his throbbing, rock-hard penis jutting up like a tower of passion but waiting, as was apropos of his gentle nature. Then, Carrie began a slow, deliberate, but positive lowering of her body. She knew she had a good eight inches of cock meat to play with. Never once in her descent did she stop. She was like a slow elevator going down a shaft.
John, staring at her rump and the sight of his penis disappearing into her beautiful ass-hole simply lay there frozen, totally caught up in the drama himself.
Carrie sank downward until she felt his body against her buttocks and knew she could go no farther. Then, playfully she reached back with each hand and took her rump cheeks and spread them apart as far as she could and gave a quick little backwards surge and went down another half inch. She couldn't believe the pleasure. She began to move back and forth, not up and down, grinding on his thick pole of a cock. The pleasure was exquisite. She raised her head. She was only a foot or so from Sue. She reached out to gently touch Sue's shoulder.
Then another idea hit her. Quickly she maneuvered her folded legs out to a straight position in front of her and lay backward on John's chest. His penis was totally impaled in her ass-hole now.
She kissed him briefly, rolling her head to one side, but it was awkward. She moved her pelvis up and down, enjoying the feeling of his shaft sliding in and out of her. Then she paused and said softly, "Sue."
At the sound. Sue turned her head, Pavlo's engorged cock now in one corner of her mouth, and looked down at Carrie.
"Sue, PLEASE," Carrie said. She motioned to her open cunt. Her legs were wide apart, she knew Sue could see directly into her cunt Quickly Sue stood up and removed her clothing. With equal quickness, got down on her knees almost between Carrie's legs and pulled Pavlo into position in back of her. He responded instantly, sliding his lusty cock into her vagina from the rear with great tenderness.
She let him fuck in that position for a moment and then slowly began to crawl forward, getting her mouth closer and closer to Carrie's open luscious cunt
Sue paused in front of the phenomenal sight, staring almost in disbelief at the girth of the base of John's cock, realizing it was totally embedded in Carrie's anus. At first Sue had thought it was in her vagina, but when she realized it was in a much tighter place. Sue was frozen in astonishment She reached forward, placing her fingers around the base of John's cock. Then she gently slid the middle finger of her right hand up into Carrie's cunt, probing, trying to feel the shaft of John's cock through the thin membrane separating the anus from the vagina. It was HYPNOTIC for her. She ran her fingers along it and then finally just left her fingers there, sensing his movement, and then put her mouth forward over Carrie's engorged, throbbing clitoris.
Sue couldn't believe the lubrication. She licked her tongue back and forth, trying to get as much of it into her own mouth to taste it as she could.
Carrie now had slipped into that finite dimension that had been totally unfamiliar to her only two weeks earlier. Her body seemed to open and open and open, John's cock felt magnificent. Their small, but definite movements as they synchronized together were exquisite. There was the searing heat of Sue's mouth. Carrie began to imagine herself with a penis and tried to shove it into Sue's throat. It was an powerful image. Orgasm after orgasm swept over her, one long, continual, sensual thing.
Realizing what was happening. Sue herself became highly excited and without anticipating it, had a major orgasm. Not so much from Pavlo's lovely cock, but from the mental stimulation that the whole situation was giving her.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh, Ooooooohhhhhhhh I'm cuming. Carrie, I'm cuming." She almost screamed it into Carrie's clitoris and the vibrations rippled up thru the tall redhead's body erotically. Carrie moved her hand down to the top of Sue's head, caressing her, holding her mouth as close as she could to her clitoris. The sound penetrated across the room to where Emily and Ingmar were arousing each other with their tongues. They were locked together now in a vivid, intense, sixty nine embrace, sucking avidly.
And Emily had had a number of orgasms. Her cunt was juicing beautifully now and her libido was running rampant. At the sound of Sue's cry, Emily became incredibly aroused. Quickly she whirled to a sitting position, her arms going around Ingmar's shoulder as she turned to look across the coffee table at Sue. She watched a moment and then said to Ingmar. That's really exciting. Fuck me! Fuck me!" And quickly she jackknifed her body to straddle the startled Ingmar and run his cock up into her hungry cunt.
She simply devoured him with her cunt, lowering her pelvis by spreading her long, angular legs, and then raising herself up onto her knees somewhat she began a violent bucking motion back and forth with her pelvis, fucking as hard as she could, driving herself over into her own special dimension of sexuality, rubbing her clitoris, now thoroughly swollen and sensitive, against Ingmar's pubic hair and pubic mound, and climaxing in a violent sweep of emotion.
When she had climaxed she collapsed forward on Ingmar's chest and then reached forward and began to kiss him. Quickly he rolled her on her back and got between her legs. He began to pump violently in and out of her cunt. He was in as much of a hurry as she had been. In glee at his energy, Emily simply raised her long legs towards the ceiling, spreading her crotch as far as she could, and she began yelling "Oui! Oui!" into the room as emotion began to seep upward into her stomach again and passion began to cascade thru her body.
Ingmar was quiet, intent on what he was doing. He fucked her with great relish, never having seen such a beautiful older woman. It was like she was as young as anyone else, except different, and he fully appreciated the fact that the differentness came from the combination of her darkly tanned body and her pure white pubic hair. She was simply magnificent for sex and he was totally capable of enjoying her. He fucked her with great relish, enjoying the response of her body as she fucked back.
Emily, who was totally into getting full enjoyment, appreciated what the strong young man was doing and she began to say in passionate, throaty cries, "Girls! Girls! Look, look!" She was pleading to Sue and Carrie to see what was happening to her.
But she was pleading to relatively deaf ears. Sue, never having been in exactly this same sexual position, was
finding it extremely erotic. The idea of having someone she loved splayed out in front of her with the beautiful clitoris and the beautiful cunt lips so available to her was simply something she hadn't quite imagined. And so she was busy burying her face in all of the sexual luxury of Carrie's beautiful red crotch.
As a result. Sue was having orgasm after orgasm. She felt Pavlo have a distinct orgasm as he rode his massive organ in and out of her cunt. When his hands grabbed her hips and pulled her tightly against his body, she could distinctly feel his semen exploding in her hot twisting cunt.
The result was that Sue was making a lot of exotic noise. Her passion simply filled the apartment, and Carrie was caught up in the energy of it. John's cock was the most incredible thing she had ever felt and she was in a position to fuck it pretty good, moving her hips up and down, not so far as to dislodge her clitoris from Sue's mouth, but far enough to create an in and out motion of the lovely engorged cock that was ripping up into her anus.
The energy supplied by Sue was simply all that was needed for-Carrie to become quite vocal herself.
"John, your cock feels so great. It's so big and hard and pulsing. Shove it into me. Shove it into me HARD. Oh God, Sue, Emily, Everybody, I'm having a magnificant orgasm. It's almost there. I'M CUMMMMMMMMING. Oh Yes, Now! Now! Oh I'M CUMMMMMMMING. CUMMMMMING."
Pavlo had moved to lay down beside Carrie as he rested. But Sue had not moved, her buttocks sticking up in the air. And when Emily and Ingmar relaxed from the massive orgasm that had spent itself in his body, they had looked over. They had, of course, seen the invitation inherent in Sue's lovely buttocks. They had crawled languorously off the couch, feeling the carpet as they moved along like creeping animals laughingly. It was astonishing the energy and the
youthfulness that Emily had. Emily, always the imaginative one, realized the possibilities of what was coming up.
She grabbed a small throw pillow as she crawled along. As she got behind Sue's buttocks, she placed the pillow between Sue's legs and then rolled onto her back, her head on the pillow so that her mouth was opposite Sue's extended clitoris. She opened it and began to suck on her erect clit.
A gasp came from Sue's throat. Then another, as she felt Ingmar's mouth as it entered her anal crack and his long, slender, sturdy tongue as it penetrated her ass-hole.
Ingmar bent forward somewhat awkwardly in order to get his tongue against her anus, still was able to penetrate deeply and he swirled his tongue around, reaming around and around Sue's anus as Emily sucked from below.
Despite the fact that he had just had an orgasm, Ingmar was still full of sexual energy and this newfound impulse was all he needed to become erect enough for penetration and he realized that he was directly over Emily's body just as he had been moments before, and so he simply climbed between her legs which spread happily and inserted his cock.
He fucked Emily slowly, his concentration more on Sue's buttocks. And Emily, feeling the cock, and feeling loving towards the cock, responded in a gentle, clinging kind of way, her concentration also on the extended clitoris between her lips.
It was Sue, therefore, who was the major recipient of the position. In fact. Sue thought she would faint. She didn't know whether to push back or pull forward. She could only lay there, her crotch and her anus open, trying to soak in all of the pleasure that was being given her.
Meanwhile she was trying to totally swallow the lovely red cunt at her mouth. But it was Carrie who had the first
major explosion. The exquisite pleasure of John's thick cock in her anus, plus the heat of Sue's mouth, was simply more than she had ever felt. And she began to scream and moan and the apartment resounded with her orgasm.
The screams excited Pavlo, who was laying beside her, resting, and he got on his knees, his penis rising, and took one of her hands and placed it on the shaft. Immediately she began to move her hand.
Her orgasm had completely passed and Carrie had regained enough awareness of what was happening, she rolled towards Pavlo, pushing him backward onto the floor. The movement pulled her vagina away from Sue's mouth and Carrie lay on her stomach now, her head bobbing up and down on Pavlo's now rampant and lusty cock.
John had not disengaged, having simply rolled with Carrie. And now he was on top of her and could fuck her anus with much more dramatic satisfying strokes.
Carrie realized the excitement of the situation she had moved into. It was all so easy. There was NO RESISTANCE. Everything seemed to work. Her head moved slowly up and down as she rested on her elbows. She tried to spread her legs and her ass cheeks without touching them, so that John could penetrate her even more.
But John needed no help. His cock was demanding release. He fucked her lustily, realizing much to his astonishment that Carrie was totally capable of taking his large penis in her anus. It had never happened to him before. He had never found a woman who could do that. He was enjoying the experience totally.
When she had found her mouth suddenly free. Sue had reconsidered her position. Though she loved the titillation that was occurring in her cuntal area, she wanted more than anything else to feel a body against her body. And so, she had simply moved backwards, pulling her clitoris out of
Emily's hungry mouth.
Ingmar, of course, had moved with her and Sue had crawled backwards down the length of Emily's body until her mouth was opposite Emily's and she had begun to French kiss her, pushing her bosoms and her body against Emily's body.
They lay there a long time kissing and rubbing. And Ingmar, behind them, had felt his penis grow to hardness again. He looked down in amazement. In front of him were both Emily's beautiful white cunt and Sue's equally beautiful black cunt. And the contrast between the white and the black hair was dramatic. He moved himself between Emily's legs. He smiled to himself, "Which cunt should he fuck first?" He chose Sue's because it was on top. He rubbed the swollen knob of his penis in and out of Sue's anal crack, enjoying the moisture he had left there himself, but not trying to penetrate her anus. He was trying to stimulate her and he succeeded.
She spread her legs, awkwardly of course because she was lying on her stomach, but far enough so that her swollen cuntal lips came apart slightly. And when she did that he simply slipped the knob of his penis into her vaginal opening. He began to fuck her. He realized he could fuck both women if he got in the right position. He reached across and picked up two of the large throw pillows and somehow, with Emily's cooperation, got them under Emily's ass.
Now Emily's cunt was much higher and he could get his knees underneath her body so that his penis was opposite the opening. Sue's cunt was just above Emily's cunt He could reach them both at this angle. He shoved his penis into Emily's cunt, then withdrew it and with his fingers at the base of his shaft, raised the head and shoved it into Sue's cunt. They began a rhythm of first one cunt and then
the other, back and forth. The women were loving it, the women were participating and reacting and Ingmar was involved in a style of sex he had never known before. His penis seemed to be jumping from his body. He was only a couple of feet from the other threesome and he watched hypnotically as John ground out a massive orgasm into Carrie's voluptuous and inviting ass. The room grew silent as everyone concentrated on obtaining their thrills. It was tremendously erotic and sensual, total sex was alive and well in Carrie's living room.
The marriage of Emily and Sue's head was directly along side of John and when he had completed the major orgasm that he had searched for so many minutes, and Emily and Sue heard it, it was Emily who instigated the next move.
She simply reached up with one of her hands and touched John's hip, pulling at it, somehow suggesting to him that he bring his penis over to their mouths.
And John responded. He pulled out of Carrie's ass-hole, haltingly, trying to be gentle, and then when he was out, his penis dripping with semen, he simply untangled himself from Carrie's legs and put his penis between the lips of Sue and Emily.
It was like they were kissing his penis from the top and the bottom. John was not going soft rapidly, but his penis was losing some of its strength. Still, it was long and sensual and the girls licked at the semen and the juices happily.
As he did so, Carrie simply crawled forward and got on top of Pavlo, sinking her now lustful cunt down happily over his rampant hard prick and began to fuck him.
CHAPTER TEN
On Wednesday night the men had returned. It had been past midnight when the phone rang in Carrie's apartment. Kevin was light-hearted and frankly sounded a little drunk to Carrie, but he was only calling to tell her that all of her studs were back in the fold and that they would see her in the morning. He really obviously only called her to say hello.
But Carrie had picked up on the excitement he had created when she realized who she was talking to. And so, toward the end of the conversation, she said, "And Kevin, you can tell the guys I have a nice surprise for them." And then she had hung up.
Her surprise, of course, was EMILY. And Emily was ready, willing and able and waiting at ten o'clock the following morning.
She had come into Carrie's office through the back door and so the men did not know she was there. Carrie was not sure whether the men knew Emily was the Commandant's wife or not and didn't really care.
Emily wanted to try Tory first, having reveled in Carrie's description of the simplistic, animalistic man.
And so it was that Carrie set her plan in action. She told Emily to get her clothes off and sit down on the couch. And then she went to the door and called Tory.
He got up, smiling, walking towards her, anticipating some sort of action with Carrie, herself. And then Carrie had to smile at the look of consternation on his face as she said, when he got dose enough, "Not me this morning Big Boy, someone else." And she had stepped aside and almost shoved him thru the door.
She closed the door behind him and Carrie was alone in the company room. She walked amongst the men, now her friends, and called them together and began to tell them the story of Emily. She was sitting on the edge of the desk, her long, angular, voluptuous figure appealing to the men, one leg moving back and forth as she dangled it from the desk level.
Finally Peter who had been listening intently spoke up. "Boss lady, you can't do that to us. We haven't seen you for several days and you look great. We want some of you."
"Here?" Carrie said. "Is this room?"
She hadn't been thinking of her own sexual appetite when she had walked out into the room. But the image of what was happening to Emily and Tory and the sight of these beautiful men in front of her, had begun to turn her on and her imagination did the rest.
"Sure," Kevin said, "why not?"
"But we'll be discovered," Carrie said.
"No," Peter added. "No, look, one of us will stand guard. There's only one way anybody can come to this office, right? One of I will stand guard and we'll take turns."
They were like children planning a game. Carrie got caught up in it. She wanted sex now and she wanted it badly. She thought about the plan, then smiled and nodded her head.
"Alright, who's first?" She asked.
It was Tony who was closest to her. He stood up quickly
and in one motion snaked his long, soft cock from his pants. Carrie burst out laughing, it was so beautiful. As usual she was wearing her now official office uniform, which simply meant her conventional outer dress and then garter belt with stocking underneath and, of course, no pants.
She stared in fascination momentarily at Tony. Her laughter pouring out of herself. Then, as seductively as possible and with great warmth, she bent forward and lifted her skirt, pulling it up around her waist. The men gasped with delight at the sight of her beautiful, red pubic bush. She lay back on the desk.
"Is this alright?" She smiled, knowing that her cunt was sticking out over the edge of the desk and the alignment was just perfect.
Tony just shook his head in amazement and walked into her open crotch, his cock rising rapidly as he stroked it. Without waiting he placed the head against her cunt lips, but he did not try to push it in, it was like a game, a children's game. He moved the head back and forth, pushing the lips to one side and then the other, gradually working the head in without pushing.
As usual, her lubrication simply astonished Tony. It was the first pussy of his life that was always ready for him. Up to now he had been totally and constantly confronted with the business of preparing cunts, getting them lubricated enough to accept his large, long, cock. He felt the knob of his cockhead slip inside. And thus the day was underway.
To her astonishment and great pleasure, Carrie enjoyed the men until almost four o'clock in the afternoon. As it worked out and the word spread about Emily, it became a thing where first one man and then the other would go into her office to fuck Emily and then come back and another man would come in, all the while one man would be
standing guard while one of the others would be fucking Carrie.
It was really quite simple. There were no combinations. There were no elaborate manipulations, but everybody was in a high state of excitement and the sex fun was on.
When the telephone would ring, someone not sexually occupied would answer it There were no interruptions.
Then, about four, Carrie began to get hungry for Emily. She said something to the men and they all walked into her office collectively. Emily was laying spread out and comfortable on the couch, and she was totally fucked out, a great, happy smile on her face, semen crusting her stomach, an example of a totally sexual person.
Carrie stood looking down at her, marveling at the deep brown skin and the pure white pubic hair which had always been like a hypnotist's medallion for her, and shook her head. She smiled at the older woman. She hoped she would be like that. If her mother could only have been there with her to experience what it was that Emily was like. Her mother could have been like that, Carrie realized. It made her sad and she vowed it was not going to happen to her, and she had an object lesson to go by.
She bent down and touched Emily's pubic hair, smiling at the semen mixed into it. She ran her fingers into Emily's open and passive cunt and brought out a handful of semen. She put the liquid on Emily's naval, then got some more, put it on Emily's small, firm breasts. Emily, now quite satiated, simply lay there enjoying the pleasure and not really responding.
Finally she said softly to Carrie, "Beautiful. Just beautiful. One of the BEST days of my life."
Now it was Saturday, a few minutes before noon and Carrie sat at her desk, relaxing. The men would be leaving in a few moments and a new group would be coming in.
Her mind drifted. She was satiated. Her seven men had all come into her office one at a time during that morning and she had sucked them all to orgasm.
She couldn't believe how pleasurable it had been and how complete she felt. And Tory had given her his last fuck, a colossal, energetic, thrusting kind of animalistic fuck that only a person like Tory could deliver.
Her mind picked up on the day before as she stared at the couch. Emily had been back. Emily made Carrie laugh, she was so refreshing. She had taken Emily to her apartment Friday night because Emily was free, she had no social obligations. Her husband was out of town.
And Sue had come along and the three of them had drunk wine and talked and laughed and made love for a long, long time and then had fallen asleep entangled in each other's arms and bodies.
It was all so unreal.
Carrie looked at her watch. Only minutes now. And then they were at the door, all of them, all seven of them, grinning, kissing her, hugging her, and in their way thanking her.
As each man would hug her, somewhere a hand would come from another dimension and rub her bosom or fondle her buttocks or ruffle her pussy.
Kevin, when it was his turn, simply bent down and raised her skirt and held it up above her waist and leaned forward and patted her pubic bush laughingly and gave it a few kisses in a most loving way. And the group had enjoyed the whole thing.
When a horn honked and they turned and left. She could hear them running through the company room and hear the door slamming and hear their last shouted good-byes.
Then it was silent. Somehow that final click of the door had not been as ominous as she had anticipated. She sat
back in her chair, the new men would be there in a few minutes. She knew they were out in the quadrangle field right now receiving their assignments. She smiled. She picked up the list in front of her band began reading their profile. She knew who she would get.
Her hand slipped between her legs as she read and her fingers began to move slowly back and forth over her already slippery, anticipating vaginal lips.