Outside of immediate relatives, the babysitter is the girl most-likely to be sinned against by the ordinary American father. She is there when he gets home drunk from a party. She is close to him in the car when he takes her home, still pumped up from rubbing hips dancing with a sexy hostess-or even his wife.
No matter how innocent, the babysitter's maidenhead will always be the subject of male scrutiny and desire. She is young, nubile and inexperienced. She offers sexually a whole new dimension to the average male. And she is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Also, it is the babysitter herself who starts some of her own trouble. She is at the peak of her sexual curiosity-though not her sexual energy. She is curious about herself and the other sex. The temptation to peek at her charges, even younger and supposedly more innocent, is overwhelming.
Babysitting is a tight circle which suggests some sexuality and, if not restrained, leads finally to outright debauchery.
At least, sometimes, this is the case. Enough times that the problem appears in courts and in social welfare cases.
This novel is an exaggeration of such a situation, as any novel is an exaggeration of its subject. It is an examination of the symptoms of a simple social practice that, because of human failings, becomes something else which could be infinitely wicked.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"Ooooohh, God, it's going right up my fucking throat!"
Carrie Edmonds stiffened and looked about, startled by the words. Stepping further out onto the sun porch, she looked in every direction and then moved toward the far end of the long, shady addition to her employers' house. Another sound, a low, moaning gasp of pure physical anguish, attracted her attention and this time she was able to identify its source. The sound came from the master bedroom. The sound was not exactly like anything she had ever heard before, however, and she went to investigate.
Thirteen and amazingly innocent of sexual knowledge, Carrie could not have been prepared for the sight she saw when she peered into the window opening into the big, plushly furnished master bedroom. Jim Patmun lay on the bed, mounted atop his lusciously buxom wife, Pattie. Her long, sensuously curved thighs were raised high and enclosed his muscular torso. They were both gloriously naked and thoroughly unaware of anything in the world except their pressing physical need for each other.
A corner of the drape covering the window had blown back and caught against a low table nearby, giving Carrie an excellent view of the big, circular bed upon which the lasciviously entwined couple lay. They were lying at an angle which allowed her to peep between their bodies-Jim had only a portion of his dark, swollen cock buried in Patti's golden-furred slit and Carrie had to marvel at the cunning way the organs fitted together.
Oh, Lord, he's so big! the innocent girl thought, unable to make herself move away from the window. How could she stand it, having a monstrous thing like that in her? It must be killing her! Oh, my, surely he won't try to put all that huge thing in her! Ohhh, the poor woman!
Despite Carrie's fears, Patti was showing no sign whatever of being pained by the presence of her husband's generously proportioned prick in her hot, slippery cunt. Rather, she gave every indication of welcoming that huge, stiff presence in the tenderest, most intimate part of her body. Carrie well knew the sensitivity of that slit, though no man had ever so much as touched her there. For the past year she had been growing progressively more aware of her own sexuality and had conducted a few surreptitious, guilt-ridden explorations of the rapidly maturing opening located at the base of her own trim, smooth belly. The appearance of a light growth of fuzz, nearly champagne-colored-virtually a perfect match with the mop of gloriously blonde hair falling from her head-and the growth of the soft, inner lips fascinated her, although she had always been taught that "nice girls don't pay any attention to that". Try as she would to follow her mother's teachings, however, she could not always avoid finding out more about that amazingly tender little slit. In the course of conducting those late-night explorations she had also learned that the little lips could easily be coaxed into a state of anguished hunger and that only a few touches of her finger were enough to provoke a flood of incredibly delicious feelings deep inside her loins.
"Omigod, Jim you're fucking me to death!" Patti groaned, twisting her hips about on the bed. "Let it go, honey, let it go in a hurry and shoot your balls off! Unngghh, get it in deeper!"
Carrie squatted down. Her legs were trembling at such a fast clip that for a moment it seemed she would not be able to stand any longer. Her new position only intensified the strange, powerful sensations already at work within her slender, youthful body. By squatting down, she had forced her cutoff jeans to ride higher and now the thick denim crotch of the garment pressed forcefully into her pussy. With only a thin film of nylon-her panties were old and well worn-between that delicately molded cleft and the taut, stout material of the shorts, she naturally felt the pressure acutely. Between the awesomely exciting view in front of her and the insistent force of the cutoffs, she rapidly became highly excited.
Her nubile breasts, no larger than small apples and very nearly as firm, swelled out slightly and the nipples became rock-hard cones charged with feeling until the weight of her tee-shirt became almost unbearable. Carrie's deeply sensual nature responded to the dual stimulation and she felt a steady trickle of warm, oily liquid oozing from deep within her body, seeping out to wet the slight, adolescent lips of her pussy and moisten the crotch of her panties. She was always offended by that flow, which seemed to spring up of its own accord-it seemed to her to be an emblem of her sinful inner nature and she had tried over and over to will her body into a state of obedience. Generally, however, the more she tried to force herself into "being good", as she called it, the more her flesh insisted on having its own obstinate way.
Carrie knew that men and women made love, naturally, but she had only a very general knowledge of the act. She had never before fully realized, for example, that the man slipped his cock into the woman's cunt and thrust it so deep. She had never been able to translate the furtive, whispered bits of information she had exchanged with a few of her friends into a specific image of the act she was now witnessing. Insofar as she had been able to conceive of love making, she had thought of it as something like kissing and hugging. She had not even fully realized that the couple would have to be naked to complete the act.
The girl was bewildered, astounded and amazed, all at the same time, by the abandoned display of adult sexuality she was witnessing. She had never before seen a grown woman naked, and the sight of Patti Patmun's body fascinated her. A tall, slender woman with surprisingly large breasts Patti kept herself in top physical trim and frankly enjoyed her good looks, as well as the attention she attracted from men. Her breasts retained most of their firmly molded shape even though she was flat on her back. The nipples-big, dark cones of lust-swollen flesh-rode proudly atop those ivory mounds, which jiggled slightly as she moved beneath her husband, driving her hips in a rhythm that exactly matched Jim's.
Carrie had seen girls her own age, or slightly older, naked in the shower room at school and at Miller's Pond, a favorite swimming spot where the local kids swam and played, often without bothering about appropriate swimming togs. She had also seen a few boys in the buff-enough to be able to identify a prick and a pair of balls-but the youngsters swimming parties had been relatively sexless affairs. The girls stood off to themselves, giggling at the boys with their funny little-in some cases, not so little-things at the base of their bellies, and the boys often teased the girls about the odd lumps on their chest and the absence of any sexual organ between their legs.
Never before in her life had she seen a mature, lovely woman like Patti, and the occasional glimpses of the woman's pussy naturally attracted her eye. She saw a large muff, a vee of golden-brown hair curled into a closely fitting mat, and a fleshy slit, much darker and larger than her own. The driving, pistoning action of Jim's rigid cock forced the large, lust-swollen lips in and out of the slit, so that it looked to the girl as though they had a life of their own and were grasping the thick rod they held so tightly. She could also tell, with no doubt whatever, that Patti thoroughly welcomed the amazingly big rod being thrust deep into her body. Her moans and occasional cries of delight made her pleasure abundantly clear.
More than anything else, though, Carrie found herself gazing with wonder at the tool connecting the couple. Jim's cock far exceeded anything she had ever beheld on the boys at the swimming hole. Their cocks, white or sometimes pink, had a little-boy look and did not seem threatening in the least. Jim's prick, in startling contrast, looked to be at least as large as her forearm, both in length and girth, and was flushed a deep, dark shade-it was also glistening with the warm cunt oils Patti's sensual arousal had generated. Carrie had not yet seen the entire tool, since it was partially buried in Patti's cunt, but she could see that it was much bigger than she had ever suspected a prick could be.
"Ohhh, do it now!" she heard Patti cry out suddenly, and she saw the woman tighten the grip of her arms and legs about her husband's body. "Ug-ghhh! Fuck me now, fuck me hard and make me . . . oooooohhh!"
Carrie's large, china-blue eyes widened when she saw Patti begin churning her hips up and down, driving them up against her husband's loins and then pulling away for another powerful thrust. Jim continued driving his cock into her body with the same even pace, never varying his rhythm, and he fucked her through the climax with a display of self-control that few men could have matched. Carrie naturally did not appreciate the quality of his cocksmanship-she knew nothing about the art of fucking and Jim Patmun's display of sexual skill meant little to her unknowing eyes.
Innocent though she was, Carrie could not mistake the pleasure Patti took in being fucked so soundly. The woman's soft, whimpering cries of joy, the way she tossed about on the bed as her climax mounted to a crashing, throbbing crescendo, the way she clutched spasmodically at her husband's tense, well-muscled body, all amply testified to her delight in the wild, animal-like act in which she was engaged. Jim continued fucking, still driving his cock deep into her cunt, until she dropped her arms and allowed her legs to fall down to the horizontal. The couple lay motionless for a moment.
"You handsome, cunt-loving bastard, you didn't shoot your nuts off!" Patti told him, speaking just loudly enough for Carrie to hear. "Ohh, man, I wanted to feel your cock shooting cum into my cunt!"
"It'll be better after a while," he replied. "You know I always shoot off more if I hold it back as long as I can."
"Sure, but you got me in here for a quickie, remember? And we've got to pack the rest of that suitcase and get away before too long!"
"Okay, we'll do all that," Jim said, lifting himself slightly and looking down at his lovely wife with genuine fondness. "What's the rush? We'll still be at the lake by dark. Besides, I wanted to give you some head."
"Ohhh, God! And get some too, I suppose! You horny bastard, you don't know what a quickie means!"
"Aren't you glad I don't?"
"Too fucking right, I'm glad!" Patti said, giggling like a schoolgirl. "All right, Mister Hot Rod, get off me and I'll trade a little head with you! Mmmmm, I wonder about the children."
"No sweat. Pat won't be in from his tennis lesson for two hours, at least, and Tommy's still running his paper route. Besides, Carrie's here-she'll corral them when they show up."
"Ahh, little Carrie!" Patti muttered as her husband rolled off her and lay on his back beside her. "That innocent little dear, wouldn't she be surprised if she knew just how we were spending our time?"
"She might not be all that innocent," Jim warned.
"Bullshit! I'll bet you three blow jobs against a finger-fuck that she's never even had a boy's hand in her panties, much less spread her legs for a good fuck! That girl has a cherry and you can believe that!"
Carrie's cheeks reddened on hearing herself described so intimately. She could not deny the truth of Patti's statement, though-the woman had called the shot with remarkable precision. Before she could fully digest the true import of their conversation, she found herself again being distracted by their actions.
In rolling off his wife and onto his back, Jim Patmun had inadvertently given Carrie an excellent view of his prick, which had lost none of its rigidity. The tool looked even more lethal, even bigger and more threatening, once it had escaped from the lewd, hungry grasp of Patti's cunt. The fully exposed head, maroon and glistening with cunt juices, flared out like a huge, grotesquely swollen mushroom. The naked weapon was even more exciting to behold than she had imagined.
In addition to the sight of Jim's cock, she also responded to Patti's nude body. The woman reeked of sexual arousal, her face registered the emotions working within her loins and her body seemed made expressly for sensual play. Even more exciting, however, was the way she knelt over her husband, bisecting his shoulders with her knees and bending forward until her face was inches away from the angrily distended prick and the mass of dark fur surrounding the base of the big tool. Her hands wandered over the meaty weapon, toyed with the dark bag hanging below it and stroked the big nuts it contained, then tilted the cock upright. Carrie's heart leaped into her mouth when she saw the loving, intimate way Patti handled her husband's cock and balls, but the girl almost cried out with shock when she saw the woman open her mouth wide and engulf the big, purple tip with her scarlet lips.
My God, she's kissing it! Carrie thought, her mind reeling with surprise and a hundred other emotions. She's doing it with her mouth! After it's been in her! My God, I wouldn't have believed anyone could do such a thing! And he's . . . ohh, he's kissing her, down there between her legs. Ohh, what have I gotten into? They seemed to be such nice people!
Carrie's mother, an austere woman with an exceedingly low opinion of men, had never cautioned her daughter against engaging in oral sexual play-indeed, Mrs. Harold Edmonds did not even know that people did such things. The mere thought would have been highly disgusting to her. Carrie, who had always admired Jim and Patti Patmun, found herself being pulled between conflicting emotions. She strongly suspected that her mother would fiercely disapprove of the activities being played out in front of her eyes, yet, she could not help noticing the genuine affection and tenderness the couple were displaying. Nor could she mistake the pleasure Patti took in mouthing her husband's big cock, or in having him apply his lips to her pussy.
"Ahhh, your tongue's almost as good as your cock!" Patti murmured, taking her mouth away from Jim's prick for a moment and wriggling her hips against his face with obvious enjoyment. "Or better, in some ways. Keep on doing that and it's going to make me suck you off! But that's what you want, right? You want to shoot your cum right down my throat!"
She resumed her sucking and added her right hand to his cock. She used both her mouth and hand with obvious skill and relish. Carrie's heart pounded furiously as she watched. Knowing she was terribly wrong to eavesdrop on the couple, she could no more have made herself move away than she could have sprouted horns. Jim began twisting and heaving on the bed, working his cock in and out of Patti's hand and mouth with mounting excitement. Sounds of liquid love, of tongues and lips moving against wet objects, filtered out of the bedroom window and dinned into Carrie's ears, making her agony even more intense.
She dared not move. She knew herself well enough to realize that even the slightest movement might be enough to set off a long series of violent spasms deep inside her loins and she rightly suspected that she might cry out in delight as the spasms mounted in intensity. The only thing worse than being caught in the act of experiencing those terrible pleasures would be to be caught in the act of spying on her employers. Accordingly, she kept very still.
Patti's expert attentions soon paid off. Grunting out an incoherent oath, Jim lunged against her, driving the head of his cock far into her throat, then he shuddered heavily. Carrie saw his balls leap inside their bag, saw the thick shaft of his cock suddenly dilate and contract, saw the thick vein running up the underside of that shaft swell and pump rhythmically. She heard his muffled cries of joy and she saw Patti's throat move convulsively, as though she were swallowing something. She saw a thick trickle of cream, pearly and glistening, escape from a corner of the woman's mouth and course down over her knuckles. That mystified Carrie, since she had never known that a man ejaculated in the course of sexual pleasure.
A noise at the far end of the sun porch filtered into her consciousness, drawing her attention from the fantastically exciting scene before her. Looking to her right, she felt a cold chill of absolute terror run through her body-her extreme state of sexual excitement evaporated in a flash, leaving her weak and shaking with fright. She saw, standing in the doorway of the sun porch, the figure of Tommy Patmun, the oldest of the two boys she was supposed to watch over that weekend! Tommy, a big twelve-year-old, grinned knowingly at her and beckoned her toward him. Carrie held back for a moment but when he raised two fingers to his mouth, apparently intending to whistle, she at once rose from her squatting position and weakly walked toward him. He watched, grinning, and seemed to enjoy her state of extreme embarrassment.
CHAPTER TWO
"Having fun?" he asked when she had come very near him. He murmured the leering question softly, so there was no danger of his being overheard by the couple of the master bedroom. "Getting your eyes full?"
"I.. . I don't know what you're talking about!" Carrie said, barely managing to keep a telltale quaver out of her voice. "I . . . I was only picking up something I'd dropped."
She pushed past the boy, who stood a good six inches taller than her own five-two and walked out into the back yard. Tommy followed her. He was a well-built kid, already beginning to fill out in his shoulders and chest, and gave the impression that he was going to be at least as tall as his father and as powerfully built. There were girls, Carrie knew, who considered Tommy to be exceptionally attractive, but she had never considered him to be anything but a pest. She considered herself far too mature for a twelve-year-old boy.
"Yeah, and I know what you were picking up on," Tommy muttered as they walked away from the house. "They were getting it on, right? Did he have her on her back or was he humping the meat to her dog fashion? Or maybe she was going down on him, huh? Yeah, you were really digging it!"
'Tommy Patmun! You little sneak, you'd better watch your mouth! Saying things like that about your own parents!"
"Bullshit!" the boy retorted, not at all affected by her show of indignation. "I've seen them fucking and so has Pat-that's nothing new. Hell, they don't mind. Sometimes they make it on the sofa in the playroom while we're all watching TV or something!"
Carrie's face flushed even darker. She knew Jim and Patti Patmun had an exceptionally liberal attitude-after her mother's iron-hard ways and unimaginative thoughts they seemed to be the height of freedom-but she had never supposed that their liberality would extend quite so far. She also knew she would never be able to convince Tommy that she had seen anything else but what, in fact, she had seen.
"Don't sweat it," Tommy told her when she refused to rise to his teasing any longer. "They'll be gone in a little while, as soon as she sucks him off good, and then we'll get to the bottom of this!"
With that he walked away, got onto his bicycle and pedaled off, jaunty as ever. Carrie had no idea of what he meant by "getting to the bottom of this," but his tone, as well as the frankly leering look on his face, made her very uneasy. She went into the kitchen and busied herself with meaningless chores until she heard Patti walk into the kitchen. The woman's good humor and lovely charm were more radiant than ever-Carrie had supposed that she would somehow bear the marks of her shameful, sinful exercise on her face-and she seemed to be perfectly at ease.
"Jim's getting the last of the stuff into the car," she said. "You know our routine, so you ought not to have any trouble. If anything goes wrong, you'll call your mother, naturally, and you have our number at the lake. All right?"
"Er, yes," Carrie managed to reply, and she even mustered up the moral strength to look the woman in the eye. "I'll be all right, don't worry."
Patti gave her another smile, piercingly beautiful and warm, and left. Carrie spent the next two hours in mortal fear of . . . she could not have said of what, exactly. She did not relish the thought of being alone with Tommy, who had a devilish streak to his strong-willed nature, but she found that being by herself was even more affecting, since she could not think of anything but the sight of those two bodies, so closely coupled and pushing against each other with a near-demonic force. Those images seemed to be burned so deeply into her youthful mind that she would never be rid of them-their awful force continued, leaving her weak and unable to concentrate on anything but her own body.
Shortly after the Patmuns had pulled away from their house Carrie wandered into the master bedroom. The quilted coverlet on the big bed was now back in place-she had last seen it bunched under Jim's writhing body as he pushed his cock deeper into his wife's waiting mouth-and she examined it closely. Her sharp eyes caught a single, telltale spot of wetness in almost the exact center of the coverlet. Bending forward cautiously, she sniffed it and detected an odor of rank, brusque power which inflamed her brain with even more tormenting sensations.
It's his stuff, she thought. The stuff that was dripping out of her mouth, the stuff he was putting in there. God, it looked like cream, almost! Surely it must have tasted awful, but she seemed to like it-I don't understand that at all! Oh, I wish I'd never stepped out onto that back porch!
Finally, recognizing that the incredibly strong forces at work within her young body would not go away of their own accord, Carrie went down to the bathroom, where she locked the door behind her and pulled her cutoffs down. Stepping out of them, she turned slightly. A full length mirror fastened to the opposite wall gave her an excellent view of herself. After contemplating her image for a moment, she slipped the tee-shirt over her head and stepped out of the cutoffs. Carrie wore only a pair of panties-her breasts did not yet need a bra's support. She had already acquired a deep tan, so the small white triangles over her breasts-where her bikini top had covered the proud little mounds-and the golden yellow nylon panties contrasted beautifully with her darker flesh.
Her nipples were shaped in a curious fashion. The aureole, the dark circle surrounding those lividly colored buttons, swelled out of the ivory mound like a small pear and further emphasized the maroon nipples, which had become hard as rocks and now had an exceedingly tender sensitivity. Moving very slowly, as though she were in some kind of trance, the girl lifted her left hand to her right breast and grazed that nipple with her fingers, touching it with a light, glancing stroke that was barely perceptible. Even so, the contact was quite enough to send a long, agonizing shudder running through her body. She felt a flash of ecstasy, pure and absolute, as the highly aroused nipple responded to the touch.
I've got to do it, she thought, it's so wrong, I know it is, but I've got to do it-I can't go on like this! I just can't stand it any longer! I'm so awful, letting myself get like this, but there isn't a thing I can do about it! Ah, if only I'd never gone over to that window! Gee, I never thought it would be like that, doing it with a guy-Patti really seemed to like everything they were doing! And he was so big! God, it must have killed her, having that great, huge thing shoved up her like that, and yet she seemed to think it was the greatest thing ever! And after, when she started kissing it-God, I thought I'd die! Well, I guess it was a beautiful thing to do, in a way. After all, if it made her feel so good, why not show she appreciated it? I've kissed my own finger after it's made me feel good, so I guess it can't be all that different!
Carrie's body was becoming progressively more aroused as she contemplated her image and thought her thoughts. Goose flesh broke out on her exquisitely formed thighs and arms. Her breath became shallow and quite rapid, her cheeks flushed darkly and her nipples turned an even darker shade of red. She began touching herself lightly, merely grazing her skin with the tips of her fingers. She ran her hands over her thighs, especially the highly sensitive inner surfaces, and up over her belly. She avoided touching her nipples, however, and she did not attempt to touch the area covered by the tiny bikini panties which barely hid the youthful patch of fur growing at the base of her belly. Her wandering hands naturally furthered her arousal.
Recognizing the inevitable and surrendering to it, Carrie hooked her thumbs into the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down. She held her hands well away from her body, not wanting to touch that area until she was ready to do so in a purposeful fashion, and peeled the panties down to her knees and beyond. After she had stepped out of them she turned to face the mirror squarely. Spreading her feet wide apart, she looked closely at the glass.
At times Carrie could be highly embarrassed by the patch of golden fur growing at the base of her belly, at other times she found a curiously perverse pride in the fact that she was becoming a woman and acquiring the visible signs of that transformation. There were girls in her class at school who had much larger muffs, she knew, but there were also some her own age who had barely any hair at all in that strategic region. There were none, she felt quite sure, who possessed a slit between their legs that was so easily coaxed into a state of agonized readiness. Indeed, her own pussy at times displayed a life all its own and became aroused with absolutely no persuasion at all from her.
Today she felt proud of her womanliness and she remembered the much larger, darker vee of hair she had seen between Patti's legs. Perhaps she would develop such a marvelous growth, she told herself. If that were to be the case, she would find it loathsome to cover it with clothing. A muff of that extraordinary beauty, Carrie felt, should be displayed proudly, not covered as though it were something shameful and disgraceful.
She also saw her slit, which the slight growth of hair did not even begin to cover. It was a pitiful, scrawny thing, compared to the magnificently mature gash she had caught a glimpse of when watching Patti and Jim, yet it too might grow into a more womanly aperture. One thing was certain-if the opening developed more sensitivity as it grew and matured and darkened, she would certainly be put in an impossible position!
My God, Id never be able to leave it alone if it became any livelier, she thought with a wry smile. I wonder if I'm really a whore at heart, or some hind of a really bad person? Ohh, Mom would just kill me if she knew all the stuff going on in my head! And if she could see me now, if she ever got even a hint of the things I can't help doing at times like this, that would just be the end of everything! But, hell, what can I do? It's like that thing is just taking over everything, running my whole body, my head, all of me!
Carrie spread her feet even wider and inched closer to the mirror, which happened to be placed beside an elaborate dressing table. As she changed her position she noticed a small knob placed in a curious place on the table. She had never seen it before. Her interest aroused, she pulled at the knob and discovered that a small mirror swung out from the table's corner. It lay on its back and, when pulled out, was at exactly the right angle to protrude between a woman's legs! Looking down at the mirror, Carrie saw that she would, by moving closer to it, be able to view her pussy at an extremely intimate angle. And, since the glass magnified the images it reflected, she would be able to see the fiercely aroused organ in great detail!
She moved into place over it, unable to resist the compelling temptation, and gasped with surprised pleasure at the sight. She had long been fascinated by her pussy, ever since she had first discovered just how sensitive it was and how much pleasure she could earn by touching it in certain ways at different times. The sight of her adolescent slit now contributed the last mite to her state of extreme sexual arousal.
The outer lips of the fold were almost completely bereft of hair. Only a few minute sprigs were sprouting on those exquisitely curved mounds. By moving her legs even farther apart, she was able to spread the outer lips without touching them. They grudgingly split apart-the high state of her excitement had naturally coated them with the viscous, clear oil seeping from deep inside her body and they were nearly glued together-to reveal a much smaller, far more delicately molded pair of inner lips. There, she realized, lay the more sensitive flesh and up there in front, where those pink, moist inner lips came together, there rested the supremely, exquisitely, maddeningly sensitive little knob, the little pea-shaped lump which was usually so inflamed with feeling that she could hardly bear touching it at all.
Carrie reached down with her index fingers and laid them on the outer folds of her pussy. Even that flesh tingled with an insistent, blood-warming beat as her fingers pressed down. She rubbed them back and forth for a moment and luxuriated in the additional flood of warm, brain-fogging feeling that swept outward from her loins. Gradually her fingers edged nearer the pink, moist opening, coming closer to the inner lips. The entire area between her thighs was thickly coated with pussy drip and her fingers easily slid over the highly aroused flesh.
Carrie essayed a cautious, gentle, tentative examination of the inner lips of her pussy. The first touch brought a strangled, throaty gasp of anguish to her lips and she jerked back as though she had received an electric shock. She again touched the inner lips, and at the same time tightened her buttocks in a convulsive, involuntary gesture of sexual feeling. The forward thrust generated by that convulsion, together with the light but very telling pressure of her left index finger, sent incredibly thrilling waves of pure animal joy pulsing through every part of her strained body.
The girl happened to notice a jar of cold cream on the dressing table. Panting now with nervous anxiety and desperate to finish the task she had begun, she unscrewed the top and dipped the middle finger of her right hand into the jar, coating it with the thick, slippery cream. She brought that finger around her buttocks and crouched down slightly, spreading the cheeks of her taut little ass. The finger slipped between them and poised over the tiny, acorn-like opening of her anus.
At the same time, she used her left hand to attack her pussy. Shuddering powerfully and breathing like a marathon runner, she plunged the middle finger of her left hand squarely between the inner lips of her pussy, thrusting only the tip of the finger into the lusciously moistened little crevice between them. At that moment she also brought her cream-coated right middle finger down against her anus and began stroking that tender orifice.
At no time did Carrie insert more than a half-inch of either finger into her body. She needed no more penetration than that to receive the fierce, dynamic release already built up to a feverish pitch within her body. Grunting and gasping furiously, she finger-fucked herself into a state of acute orgasmic joy. Her hips contracted powerfully as she thrust them back and forth in a thoroughly involuntary way. Powerful waves of sensual delight spread outward from her fingers, gripping her body with an intense, all-consuming passion that threatened to tear her completely apart. Again and again she thrust her loins forward until finally, gasping and shuddering weakly, she could stand no more of the frantically pleasing release. Her hands dropped away weakly and she stood there for a moment, panting heavily.
Carrie slowly wiped the cold cream off her finger, replaced the lid on the jar and dressed. She flushed the toilet before leaving, more out of habit than anything else, and walked out into the corridor. At once she stiffened in surprise. Tommy Patmun stood against the wall only a few feet away, striking an indolent pose and looking at her in a knowing way, as though he had been inside the bathroom with her all the while.
"Okay, Carrie, so you went in and had yourself a little hand job," he said, sneering with disdain. "But you just wait till you hear what I've got laid out for you now!"
CHAPTER THREE
"I.. . I don't know what you're talking about," Carrie muttered, averting her eyes. "It's almost time for dinner-that's what had better be laid out around here!"
"Fuck dinner!" Tommy said, grinning again in that same insolent, knowing way that struck sheer terror into Carrie's mind. "I'm talking about something that's a lot better than anything served up on plates! And don't say you don't know what I'm talking about, 'cause I know you a lot better than you think. You were in the crapper there and you were fingerfucking that sweet little pussy of yours!"
"You're out of your head!" Carrie said, nearly screaming as she managed to scrape the bottom of her store of righteous indignation. "I ought to bust you one for even saying such things!"
"Yeah? Lemme smell your fingers, then," Tommy said, not a bit cowed by her storming attitude. "I can tell if they've been into places where they shouldn't have been! I know what a hot, drippy cunt smells like!"
Carrie almost thrust her left hand forward. She remembered, just in time, that she had not washed her hand after masturbating to that glorious, bone-shattering climax and that her fingers would inevitably reek of her shameful, sinful actions. She jerked her hand back and flushed deeply. Tommy sniggered in a knowing, superior way.
"It's nothing to get uptight about," he told her. "I know what a cunt smells like and it's a nice smell. No need to act like it was shit or something."
"You can take my word for it!" Carrie grumbled, unable to either look him in the eye or to force a more positive tone into her voice. She was openly broadcasting her submission to her sinful nature, and she knew it, but she was not capable of anything more. "And you ought to be ashamed of yourself, talking like that in front of a girl!"
"Huh? You don't feel a hot little twinge running down between your legs when I say cunt?" he asked, cocking his head to one side and suddenly becoming serious. "Or maybe if I said cock or prick or something like that? What if I were to say something about eating your pussy out? Or maybe letting you play with my prick for a while? Huh?"
"Oh, Tommy, get off my back! You don't know what you're talking about!"
"No? How about this?" he asked, and with a sudden, unexpected flip of his wrist and a lightning-quick movement of his fingers he opened the front of his own cutoff jeans, allowing them to drop down his slender thighs. Carrie gasped aloud and her eyes, traitorous things that they were, at once focused on his cock. "Maybe you'd like to look at a prick for a little, huh? Maybe watch it get hard? Just think, what if you had it in your hand and it started growing like this!"
Tommy's cock had been a relatively small thing when his jeans had first dropped, a finger-long worm of white flesh, but within a very short time it assumed much more menacing proportions. Carrie watched-she could not have moved her gaze away from that sight for anything in the world-and saw it grow longer and thicker. It also swung up from its drooping position as it became larger and stiffer. Gradually the thickly flaring head, completely covered by a foreskin which drew down into a tight, puckered eye at the tool's very tip, lifted until it pointed directly at Carrie.
No cornered rabbit ever watched the approach of a serpent with more dread or more self-destructive fascination, than Carrie watched the transformation of Tommy's cock. The tool grew from a weak, inoffensive little thing into a monster of sexual degradation, menacing in the extreme but also intensely interesting. Carrie felt, deep inside her body, a longing which both amazed and stimulated her. She felt a powerful urge to hold that quickly growing tool, to feel its length and heft in her hands. It was almost as though she recognized, in its bulky size, something she had been subconsciously wanting for a very long time.
"You know what this thing was made for, don't you?" Tommy asked, and a softer, gentler tone crept into his voice. "Some people claim it was made to piss through, but you and me, we know that's bullshit, huh?"
Carrie said nothing. She was utterly incapable of speech. Her heart seemed to have suddenly grown to at least twice its former size and then to have leaped up into her throat. A vague but powerful, all-pervasive sense of unease swept over her body.
"You ever get your hand on one of these things before?" Tommy asked, suddenly twitching his hips so that his cock swung back and forth in front of him. "Wrap your fingers around a guy's joint and just enjoy it? Go ahead, why not give it a try? We might both like it!"
Carrie's hand weakly went out, as though it had a life and will all its own, but then she recovered her self-control and drew it back. Tommy laughed heartily at her tentative gesture and its quick refutation.
"Afraid?" he asked. "Well, how about this. What if I were to let it slip in between your legs, so it could rub up against your twat, huh? I'll bet you could get off real good, just grinding your pussy down against it!"
Tommy's words, brazen beyond belief, struck deep into Carrie's mind, which still had not completely recovered from the orgasm she had administered to herself just moments before. The sight of the lad's cock had affected her with a strange, unbelievable power, making her feel sensations and longings she could not even identify, much less satisfy. His words, conveying suggestions and invitations to actions she had never dared think about, set off pinwheels and skyrockets of lustful emotion within her body.
"No!" she moaned, leaning weakly against the bathroom door. "Y-y-you don't know what you're saying! You mustn't say things like that, Tommy! Your mother would have your hide if she knew you were saying such things to me!"
"You sure of that?" he asked, fondling his cock with his own hands. "She might think I had pretty good taste, you know. You're a foxy chick, you know that, don't you? And what if I were to tell her about you peeping in the window while she was balling Dad? What do you think she'd say about that, if you know so fucking much about how she thinks about things?"
"You can't tell her!" Carrie whimpered, appalled at the mere thought of her actions being made known to the couple she had spied on. "She'd never believe you! You mustn't say anything about that, please!"
"Okay, maybe I won't. It'd help, though, if you'd persuade me a little. She might not mind, knowing that you were out there getting your eyes full, but then she might really get pissed off. You wanna bet on it, one way or the other? Or maybe you'd just rather play it safe and go along with me, huh?"
"Uh.. . go along with you?" the girl asked, startled for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"One way you can be sure I won't tell them about you being out there," he said, "is to play along with me a little. Just reach out and grab my cock, huh? Keep your hand on it for a minute or two and let's see what happens!"
"Y-you can't be serious!" the girl whispered, turning very white and then flushing red again. "I never did anything like that in my life!"
"Okay, so it's a good time to start," he said. "You wanna try it? Or let me mention it to them sometime next week? What'd your mom say if she knew what you'd been doing?"
That threat was enough to make mincemeat out of Carrie's resistance, or what was left of it. Tommy's insidiously suggestive words, and his even more powerfully affecting prick, had already considerably weakened, her determination to have nothing to do with him. Carrie realized, with a sickening sensation of her own wickedness, that she actually wanted to place her hand on Tommy's lust stiffened cock! She wanted to hold that hunk of sexual meat in her fingers, to feel its touch against her own skin!
"All right, I'll hold it," she whispered, dropping her eyes again. "But I won't do any more than that! I'm not going to let you . . . well, you know!"
"Hell, you can keep your pants on forever for all I care," Tommy said. "Okay, reach out and get yourself a handful-see what it does to you, to hold onto seven and a half inches of stiff prick!"
The size, as well as the shape, of Tommy's cock had caught Carrie's attention. It looked to be almost as large as his father's huge prong, though of course it was not quite that big. It was very nearly as thick, though, and had the same arrow-straight, arrogant look to it. She took in a deep breath, trembled and reached out her hand. Her fingers closed around the bone-hard tube and she gave a weak, gasping shudder. The warmth and life encased in the thick, stiff shaft seemed to flow into her grasping hand and then, with the speed of light, down to the aching, throbbing mouth of her cunt, where it became a steady, gnawing ache. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to be swept over by the flood of emotions her handling of Tommy's cock had generated. A hot, tingling tide of emotion-she did not know it for sexual hunger, though it was that-rolled majestically outward from her clitoris and through the lips of her pussy, the inner lining of her tender, virginal cunt, the tautly clenched rim of her asshole, and every other part of her body.
"Yeah, you're holding onto it like you really dig it!" Tommy murmured, watching her closely.
"That's the way, Carrie. It won't hurt you to hold my prick for a while. I'm not gonna hurt you, honest-I just want to feel your hand on my cock. It's making me feel good all over."
"Is it that good for you, too?" she whispered hoarsely, opening her eyes and blinking. "Do you like it when I hold it?"
"Out of sight!" he replied. "C'mon, let's go in the John for a minute. I'll show you how to make it feel really good!"
The awesome power of Tommy's cock had done its work well and Carrie did not try to resist the suggestion. She obediently turned and led the way back into the bathroom. Had Tommy but known it, she would probably have slipped her jeans and panties off and allowed him to drive the formidable head of his cock squarely between the lips of her pussy and far up into the untouched folds of her cunt. He was intent on other targets, however, and let the golden opportunity pass untouched. Instead, he followed her into the bathroom and directed her toward the wash basin.
"Get some of that cold cream out of the jar and rub it on my cock," he told her. "It'll make it feel good, and you'll like the way it feels, too!"
Carrie obediently dipped her fingers into Patti's jar of cold cream and applied a thick coating of the slippery, scented goo to the head and shaft of Tommy's cock. He explained as she spread the cream over the stiff, hot surface of his prick, that the stuff would reduce the friction generated by her hand when she began pumping him. She received the news that he intended her to masturbate him without any show of emotion. Each minute she held onto the massive cunt-reamer lessened her resistance to his lascivious instructions. No woman had ever been more completely within a man's power than was Carrie at that moment.
"Now just wrap your fingers around it and run your hand up and down," Tommy said when she had distributed the cold cream over his entire cock. "Get a good, tight grip on it and then start pumping."
"W-w-will it feel good to you?" she asked, following his instructions to the letter and beginning to work her fist up and down the thick rod. "Just doing it like this? Is this the way?"
He showed her how to concentrate her attentions on the supersensitive head of the organ, and cautioned her to squeeze hard when she drove her fist far down the shaft. It felt especially good, he said, to have the skin pulled back extra tight at those moments. Gradually he began fitting himself to her rhythm and tilted his hips forward, fucking his cock into her gliding fist.
"Yeah, that's the way," he muttered, reaching out to place a hand on the washbasin for support and circling her waist with the other. "Now I'm fucking your hand, see? It's just like it was in your cunt or your mouth, or even your asshole, except it's in your hand! And this way, see, you won't ever get knocked up, 'cause my cum's gonna shoot right into the washbasin there! Or maybe it'll squirt all over the ceiling-I'm really turned on tonight! Yeah, get right down on it-now you're cooking!"
Carrie moved closer to him and found a definite pleasure in being able to rub her nipples and belly against him as she pushed her hand up and down the length of his cock. Had she not been so intent on caressing the youth's prick, she would probably have spread her thighs slightly and fitted her lusciously curved, hotly moistened love mound against his thigh. As it was, she concentrated solely on fondling the boy's prick and thought of nothing else.
She discovered that the tool exactly fitted her hand and that it felt very good there. She also attempted a few variations of her own, relying on Tommy's ecstatic grunts to guide her along the paths most pleasing to him. Her touch had been light and tentative at first but, guided as much by his bodily reactions as by his muttered words, she quickly learned a great deal about the art of handling cocks. Reasoning that, if the head of his prick were as sensitive as he had suggested, it would probably respond well to various forms of stimulation, she began working her fist around the tool's thick head, as well as up and down it. Tommy moaned deeply and thrust hard against her when he felt her fist close more firmly around the tenderest part of his cock and then rotate around it.
"Ooohh, God, you're jacking me off like crazy!" he muttered, writhing with pleasure as she worked her hand on his prick. "Work that fist, Carrie, work it hard and let me come! Ahhh, I'll shoot cum all over the fucking wall!"
Carrie had no notion of what he meant by "come" but it seemed to be something he desired intensely and she was in exactly the right mood to help him get anything he wanted. Accordingly, she worked her hand faster than ever and was thrilled when she felt his body begin jerking back and forth. She had finger-fucked herself often enough to understand the pleasured that swaying, back-and-forth motion. She also appreciated the growing tension in his body and suspected that it signaled the imminence of his release.
Tommy's orgasm took her by complete surprise. Carrie had no idea what to expect, and indeed she had never seriously considered the question of how boys climaxed, or even if they did so. Suddenly his cock leaped within her grasp, giving a mighty jerk and seeming almost to double in size. Then a jet of thick, gooey cream burst from the tiny slit crowning the tool's tip and spattered against the wall behind the washbasin. Again the big rod jerked and another jet of cum raced out, shooting even higher up the wall.
"Unngghh, God!" Tommy groaned, twisting weakly as his cock continued to emit thick spurts of semen. "Oooohh, do it, Carrie, keep on jerking me!"
She worked her hand around the tool's head until it ceased to move. A portion of the cream dribbled down onto her hand. She felt her heart leap madly as the warm liquid spread over her fingers. Somehow it made her feel closer to him, knowing that his stuff had touched her skin. Carrie resisted the impulse to touch his cum, though she felt an intense curiosity about it. Most of all, though, she felt an all-pervading satisfaction in knowing she had helped Tommy experience such extreme pleasure.
"Okay, baby, let go of it," he said after a moment. "I'll clean this place up and wash the cold cream off my cock. Then we can get on to Part Two of this scene. You're really gonna love what I've got in mind for you next!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Carrie's self-induced orgasm had taken the sharp edge off her sexual hunger, otherwise she would never have been able to survive the vastly arousing experience of taking Tommy's cock in her hand and stroking it into a state of jumping, heaving, spurting release. That novel feat had affected every part of her being-in addition to exciting her passionate nature, it had also given her a new insight into male sexuality. Where she had formerly thought of boys as simply a nuisance, a source of annoyance, she now saw that they could generate powerful emotions in a girl's body-emotions a boy and a girl could share to their mutual benefit and enjoyment.
For the next two hours Carrie went around in a golden glow of sensuality, a warm haze of affection and pleasure. She stopped from time to time, standing motionless, as she prepared dinner for herself and the two Patmun boys. At those times she silently marveled at the excitement that had been kindled within her and at the pleasure she felt. Her pussy emitted a small but steady flow of that warm, musk-scented oil which had once been so embarrassing to her, but which she now found was a source of pleasure, as was the vague but very real delight she felt in looking down at her right hand and remembering the way it had curled about Tommy's big, swollen cock and the way that stiff, hot tool had pulsed in her hand as it spat out those big globs of cream.
Carrie's euphoria was so complete she did not even think about the dreadful acts she had engaged in since coming over to the Patmun's house that afternoon. Watching a couple making love, rubbing her own hot pussy until it exploded in a tornado of lusty joy, putting her hand on a boy's cock-any of those acts would have been more than enough to ensure her mother's total and unremitting wrath, as they were all contrary to every facet of that woman's teaching. For the moment, however, Carrie's lust-bemused mind was not on her mother-she still coasted along on a warm, gentle cloud of sexual pleasure.
She was not even able to worry about Tommy's last words, his promise of more exciting things yet to come. Ordinarily that threat would have been enough to have driven her nearly crazy with worry, but now she paid no attention to it at all. Gradually, however, the warmth and delight began to wear off and she started seeing herself as the wicked, depraved creature her mother would have undoubtedly called her had she but known. She began worrying slightly about future events as she sat down to dinner with Tommy and his eleven-year-old brother, Pat, but their bouncing good humor was enough to alleviate those worries, at least for the moment. After the meal, Tommy and Pat even volunteered to do the dishes for her. She compromised by washing and handing each of them a dish towel.
"It's about time," Tommy said, looking up at the clock over the refrigerator.
"Er, time for what?" she asked.
"C'mon out on the sun porch," he told her. "Pat, go get the telescope and bring it out. Carrie, we'll show you something that might get you going real good-it's really outasight!"
Before she could reply, the telephone rang. Tommy, standing closest to it, took the call.
"Yeah, we're about ready too," he said after a moment. "Yeah, she's here too. Okay, do a good job and give it all you've got, huh?"
He would not explain the meaning of the call or his remarks. Instead he took Carrie out onto the back porch, where Pat was setting up a tripod-mounted telescope. It was a reflector model, but of relatively low power-similar models had started many an amateur astronomer on his way to increased knowledge of the universe. Pat did not have the instrument trained on the sky, however.
The telescope pointed down the hill behind the Patmuns' house. For a long stretch, perhaps four hundred yards, there was nothing but open meadow dotted with a few boulders, but then a creek intervened. Nestled in a growth of oaks on the far side of the creek stood a house. Carrie knew it belonged to the Jacobsens, another family whom she knew well. Ellen Jacobsen was in several of her classes at school and was one of the prettiest, most popular girls in the school.
"Got it all set?" Tommy asked as Pat fiddled with the telescope.
"Just about," the younger brother replied. "Yeah, there it is-couldn't be any clearer!"
"Go ahead," Tommy said, nudging Carrie. "Take a look and tell us what you see. Just tell it like it is."
Thoroughly mystified by the boys' behavior, Carrie looked at them with wonder for a moment, then knelt beside the telescope's eye piece. She quickly learned the art of peering into the small aperture and adjusting her sight to the greatly magnified image. The telescope's field of view included most of a window opening into a bedroom. The room was brightly lighted and Carrie could see into it as clearly as if she had been standing outside the window. As she watched, a figure came into view. She concentrated for a moment and then gave a little cry of surprise upon recognizing the figure.
"Why, it's Ellie!" she said, looking up at Tommy and Pat. "Ellen Jacobsen! You little devils, who put you up to this?"
"That's all right," Tommy said, grinning wickedly. "Just keep on watching and tell us what you see. That's all you've got to do."
Intrigued, Carrie bent again to the telescope's eyepiece and looked through it. She felt a stir of emotion within her breast-the mere act of peering into another person's house struck her as exciting and set off a long running chain reaction in her nervous system. As she watched, she saw Ellie move about the bedroom, coming into view from time to time. The girl was very tall for her age, standing a good five feet eight inches. She had a lovely, perfectly proportioned body, or so said the girls who had showered with her in the third period gym class. Carrie had never seen her naked but she knew that, fully clothed, Ellen Jacobsen was one of the most strikingly attractive girls at their school. She was also one of the most highly respected members of the student body, having won the admiration of both her fellow students and the faculty. She was a very popular leader in the youth group at the church she and Carrie attended, too. In everything she did, it seemed, Ellie Jacobsen rose quickly and effortlessly to the top.
Now, watching the girl in her bedroom, Carrie was about to receive further insight into the girl's character, only this was something she never would have suspected, not in a hundred years. As she watched through the telescope, she saw Ellie begin undressing. The girl unhooked her skirt and stepped out of it, moving with slow, graceful style. She then removed her blouse and stood in full view of the telescope's inquiring eye, wearing only a pair of panties and a bra.
"This is awful!" Carrie exclaimed, again looking up from the telescope. "To peep into a girl's bedroom like this, it's just awful! Why, I'd die if anyone were to do a thing like that to me!"
"You sure of that?" Tommy asked gently, smiling down at her. "Think about it and keep on watching!"
Even more puzzled, Carrie again bent over the telescope and resumed her spying. As she watched, she considered Tommy's words. What if she were in her own bedroom, undressing, and knew that a boy was outside, watching her every move? She analyzed her reactions to that thought and discovered something very interesting about herself.
First, of course, she was shocked at the thought of someone eavesdropping outside her room-that was the reaction she had been taught. But there was also another reaction, and this one surprised her greatly. Upon honestly considering the emotions and thoughts that flashed through her mind after posing the question to herself, Carrie had to admit she also felt a distinct surge of delight.
What on earths wrong with me? she asked herself, perplexed by that momentary burst of excitement. That's too freaky for words, getting a kick out of undressing while somebody's watching, especially a boy! Lord, all this is really getting to me! I'd better try and do something to get my head back onto the right track! But it's true-I felt it real strong. Mmmmm, what would it do to a guy, I wonder? Yeah, sure, it'd make that thing of his get all stiff and hot, just like Tommy's did when I had my hand on it. Maybe it'd make him feel good, who knows? Well, maybe if it were a guy I really dug, somebody I wanted to please a whole lot, well, that might be.. . God, it would be fantastic! Ohh, what am I saying? I could never do a thing like that-it's just too awful even to think about!
Shook by this startling discovery about herself, Carrie had to blink and refocus her eye. She saw that Ellie was just in the act of removing her bra, sliding the white straps down her arms and gently coaxing the frothy lace of the cups over her swelling breasts. Ellie probably had one of the largest pairs of breasts in the school-certainly they would have ranked at the top or very near it in terms of shapeliness. Fully developed and proudly erect, they rode her rib cage like a pair of snowy mountains. The nipples, dark and jutting like thumbnail-size berries, sat with arrogant assurance in the center of the even darker aureoles.
Carrie could see that the girl was already aroused. She knew that her own nipples became darker and larger, assuming a very different shape, when her body was excited by the forbidden thoughts playing through her mind, and she felt positive that the same phenomenon would apply to Ellen Jacobsen.
"Man, she's really got a set of boobies!" Tommy breathed. "And doesn't she know it? She really gets off on those little goodies-it's a helluva turn-on!"
Looking up quickly, Carrie saw that Tommy and Pat had each equipped themselves with a pair of powerful binoculars. They had probably, come from their parents' closet, she decided-both the elder Patmuns were ardent birdwatchers and often spent an entire day prowling through the woods behind their property. She frowned and shook her head in dismay at the boys' effrontery but then she bent down again and looked through the telescope.
Ellie had now dropped the bra and was caressing her breasts. Her fingers glided over the luscious mounds, circling the nipples and then gradually moving closer. Carrie felt her own nipples begin throbbing sympathetically as she watched the girl playing with herself. After a moment, Ellen dropped her hands to her panties, but, instead of removing them, as Carrie would have expected, she pulled them up tighter, so that the scarlet nylon dug into her crotch!
Lord, that must hurt, pulling them up so hard! Carrie thought. No, it wouldn't hurt, it'd just make your thing feel extra good, that's all! Mmmmm, what on earth is she doing now? Good heavens, she's actually pulling them off! And going over to her bed!
Ellen's bed was positioned directly across from the window. When the girl lay across it, drawing up her feet and positioning her heels on the rail running down the bed's side, Carrie could look directly between her thighs. Ellen allowed her knees to part, completely exposing the dark patch of fur at the apex of her thighs. The telescope was not powerful enough to catch every detail of the girl's pussy but even at that range Carrie caught a glimpse of wet, scarlet flesh peeking between the darkly curling hair.
A natural brunette, Ellen had devoted a lot of time to tanning herself, and Carrie could now see that she must have habitually done her sunbathing in the nude. There was not a patch of white on her body. From head to foot, including her breasts and the area beside the vee of dark hair at the base of her belly, Ellen's skin was the same deep tan.
"What's she doing?" Tommy demanded, nudging Carrie in the back. "These damned glasses aren't good enough to pick up the action!"
"Sh-sh-she's lying on her bed," Carrie muttered, finding it more difficult to speak now. "She's . . . taken everything off and she's on her bed, lying on her back. She has her knees apart and . . . ohh God, I can't!"
"The hell you can't!" Tommy snapped. "Go in, tell us everything and don't leave a bit out, or I'll hang your ass out to dry when Dad and Mom get back! Is she fingering her pussy yet? Can you see up her cunt?"
"I.. . I can see it," Carrie faltered, gulping rapidly. Tommy's threat, as well as the iron determination in his voice, convinced her that she ought to play along with him and honor his every request, no matter how depraved or disgusting it might be. "No, she isn't touching it, she's just lying there and moving her hips up and down a little. I can't see any details, though."
"She's probably making believe she's fucking that Jerry Roberts," Pat said, breaking his long silence. "Jeez, what a set of tits she's got!"
"Yeah, she just loves getting his prick rammed up her cunt," Tommy said. "She's balled him a couple of times right there in the bedroom, right where you're looking. Man, was that ever something to see! He might not be hung very well but he can sure wallop the prick up her cunt! And she just loves every minute of it!"
"You're out of your head!" Carrie exclaimed. "Jerry wouldn't do a thing like that, not with any girl, and Ellie certainly isn't the kind of girl who'd let a boy . . . well, do things to her!"
"Shit, a lot you know!" Tommy snorted. "Didn't we sit up in our bedroom last Tuesday night and watch her fucking him till he couldn't even walk? Hell, he must have shot off in her cunt four or five times before she'd let go of his ass! And then she turned him over and went down on him! She says a cock tastes best when it's fresh out of her cunt-except maybe when it's fresh out of Toni Sheppard's cunt. That's her favorite of all, she says!"
"'She says?'" Carrie asked, totally bewildered by what she was hearing. Tommy's words flatly contradicted everything she knew or believed about Ellen, whom her mother constantly held up to her as a model of propriety. "How on earth do you know what she says?"
"Holy shit, who in the hell do you think that was on the phone just now?" Tommy demanded. "It was Ellen, you dummy! She called to tell me she was about ready to go up and get it on, so we could get set up to watch! Hell, she gets a really big buzz out of letting us watching her finger-fuck and do all that stuff! And every time Jerry's over there, or some other guy, she nearly always calls us to tell us about it. She says she can just come up a storm if she's balling a guy and she knows we're up here watching her get her cunt reamed out!"
"I.. . I can't believe it!" Carrie gasped. "It doesn't-"
Before she could say what "it doesn't," Pat broke in to say that the girl had moved. Carrie again bent over the telescope and looked. She saw that Ellen had reached down between her thighs and was giving her pussy an extremely vigorous workout. It seemed-the telescope was not quite powerful enough for her to be positive-that Ellen had worked the ring and middle fingers of her right hand into the rim of her cunt and was holding her palm back so it rode against her clitoris. Even though she had never masturbated with precisely that technique, Carrie instinctively knew that it must provide exquisite sensations and her own hot little pussy began throbbing even more.
Ellen coordinated her hand's movements with some extremely prominent hip thrusts in a way that could have had only one conclusion. After a moment or two, she arched her hips upward, lifting almost her whole body off the bed, and hung there, quivering and shuddering mightily. Carrie had to fight hard to keep her own hands away from her crotch-the sight of Ellen Jacobsen finger-fucking herself into an ecstatic climax was one of the most exciting things she had ever seen.
"Yeah, she's getting it!" Tommy breathed. "Man, does she ever get off!"
Carrie watched in horrified silence. Ellen rested a moment, then repeated the exercise, again working her lovely body into paroxysms of orgasmic fervor. Tommy and Pat contributed lewd remarks as they watched. After inducing yet a third orgasm in her apparently insatiable cunt, Ellen rested again, then sat up on the bed and smiled out the window. Carrie's heart did flip-flops as she saw that-it seemed that Ellen was looking directly through the telescope and into her own eyes!
Furthermore, her smile was that same sweetly innocent smile which had done so much to make her popular at school! She waved languidly, as though she might be wishing her watchers a happy evening, and then began dressing.
'That's the show for tonight," Tommy said, reaching down to touch the bemused girl beside him. "C'mon, let's go inside and wait. She'll give us a call in a little while, I guess, and then you'll see that I haven't been putting you on!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Under any other circumstances, at least any which could have been called "normal" or anywhere near that mythical state, Carrie would have been so offended by the behavior of the Patmun brothers that she would have fled their house in tears. Ever since she had inadvertently peered through the window of the master bedroom and had seen Jim and Patti engaged in their fantastically exciting sexual play, she seemed to have come under the malevolent influence of a spirit which pushed her in directions very different from those she would ordinarily have chosen for herself.
Now, instead of being very wary of Tommy's suggestion that they return inside the house, she meekly followed him and his brother into the study. Tommy motioned her onto the leather sofa along one wall, then he and Pat took up positions in front of her, sitting on the floor. The room was well lighted and, had Carrie been wise enough to have noticed such things, she might have seen very large and highly suggestive bulges disfiguring the fronts of the cutoffs both brothers wore. She was not yet mature enough, however, to look for evidence of sexual arousal in the boys around her, and the large lumps had no significance for her.
She was not really conscious of anything except the appallingly distressed condition of the small, immature slit between her thighs. Her pussy ached steadily, emitting dull throbs with every beat of her heart, and the tender lips exuded a continual flow of hot cunt oil. Her panties were thoroughly soaked with the sweet, ultra-feminine musk and it was beginning to soak through the crotch of her own jeans, seeping down the crack of her ass and over the tops of her thighs. She could catch vague whiffs of the liquid effusion but for once the cunty drip did not embarrass her. She accepted it as a fact of life and did not worry.
When the telephone rang, Tommy punched some switches and placed a combination speaker-microphone on the floor between them, after ascertaining that the caller was Ellen Jacobsen. They exchanged a few preliminary remarks before getting down to more serious business.. The microphone was quite sensitive, allowing anyone up to ten or twelve feet away to speak and be heard with clarity by the party at the other end of the line. Carrie could also hear Ellen easily.
"Is Carrie really there?" Ellen asked. "I'm not sure you're not just putting me on, Tommy. It'd be like you, you little fink!"
"All right!" Ellen exclaimed. "Well, what did you think, Carrie? Were you really watching me? Wow, what a turn-on that was!"
"Yes, I was watching too," Carrie said, marveling at the girl's eager display of emotion and the brazen way she had behaved. No one in the entire school, she believed, would ever have imagined a sweet, charming girl like Ellen doing what Carrie had just seen her do. And to do it with the full knowledge that others were watching her as she fingered her pussy into a state of ecstatic explosion-that was simply incredible! "I couldn't really believe it, but I saw it, the whole bit."
"Yeah, I like to play it straight at school and public places like that," Ellen said, "because it keeps a lot of people off my back. But deep down inside, I really like to let it all hang out. How'd I do, Came? Did it look like a turn-on? Did it look like I was really getting it on?"
"Sure," Carrie said, totally dumfounded at the insistent way the girl inquired into the matter. "It looked . . . wild!"
"How about Tommy and Pat? What were they doing? Did they have their cocks out? Were they jerking off? C'mon, Carrie, tell me about it!"
"Uh, gee, I didn't really notice," Carrie admitted, even more shocked at these questions. "They were making me watch you and tell them what I was seeing."
"Hey, you know what I'm doing now?" Ellen asked, a note of urgency creeping into her voice. "I'm on my bed again, but this time I pulled the drapes. I haven't got a stitch of clothes on and I've got the phone in my left hand. Guess where my right is."
"I.. . I don't know," Carrie mumbled, though she was beginning to suspect just where Ellen's right hand might be.
"Mmmmmm, it's down between my legs!" Ellen said, conveying a great deal of her arousal over the phone. "I'm rubbing a finger up and down the slit, mashing the lips a little and tickling my clitty every now and then. God, I feel so fucking horny, so fucking hot! Don't you feel the same way?"
Carrie could not answer that question. She honestly did not know what her "clitty" was, or even if she had one, but Ellen's frank description of her own condition, as well as her use of the qualifier, "fucking," completely took her by surprise and robbed her of the ability to answer.-
"Yeah, she's hot too," Tommy said, ignoring Carrie's frantic hushing motions. "She doesn't like admitting it, but that little honey hole of hers is gushing all over the place. She looks like she can't wait to get her hands down there and start getting off!"
"Oh, wow, what a beautiful idea!" Ellen breathed, evidently highly pleased at Tommy's analysis of Carrie's state. "Hey, Carrie, tell you what-why don't you and I get it on at the same time? You know, you do yourself while I'm doing it too, huh? And maybe Tommy and Pat could jack off too, all at the same time! Wouldn't that be a blast, all four of us fucking ourselves at the same time, together? Man, what a turn-on!"
Carrie stubbornly resisted the idea, but Tommy muttered a few threats which had the effect of wiping out every fragment of her resistance. She would have done almost anything to keep Jim and Patti Patmun from learning of her perfidy, and anyway, a part of her nature yearned to take up Ellen's sinful idea.
"Yeah, she's coming around," Tommy said, watching the changes sweep over the girl's lovely face. "Okay, Carrie, how about taking that tee shirt off first? Sure, Pat and I've seen tits before-hell, weren't we looking at Ellie's just a little while ago? Yeah, that's the way. And now the jeans-they come off too, and then those panties. Throw 'em over here, huh? Let me take a whiff and see-wow! Man, that's nothing but pure cunt! Jeez, Ellie, you oughta be here! It's like she pissed her pants, they're so fucking wet! Wow, what a smell!"
A small, weak voice called out to Carrie-a voice that came from the farthest, darkest, most inaccessible recess of her mind-warning her that she must not submit to Ellen's and Tommy's suggestions. But that was truly a voice crying in a wilderness. It was completely overwhelmed by the violently clamoring power of her sexual arousal, which was demanding to be allowed free rein. Accordingly, she undressed herself, and amazingly she felt no shame as the lewd, unprincipled youth grabbed her panties and held them to his nose. He spoke the truth, she knew-her pussy was in a perfectly deplorable state, wetter than it had ever been.
"Ohh, man this is getting good!" Ellie crowed from her end of the line. "God, I've got two fingers rammed all the way up my cunt and now I'm going to put three fingers in! Yeah, that's neat, real neat! Mmmmmm, I like to be stretched, pulled all out of shape. Damn, I love it when I feel a big, thick, hard cock going in and pushing the walls of my cunt apart! Ohhh, shit-ohh, fuck, it's good! Damn, I feel like I could come all over!"
"C'mon, Carrie, get to work on that pussy of yours," Tommy said, standing up and doffing his jeans and shirt as he spoke. "Let's see you finger-fuck yourself while you're listening to Ellie get herself off! Pat and me, we'll help you out-we'll show you how the guys do it!"
"Oh, yeah, that's crazy!" Ellie agreed, her voice choking up with eagerness and lusty approval. "Let 'em get over close to you, Carrie, so they can see you play with your pussy. Watch them while they're jacking off! Maybe they'll be close enough to shoot cum on you! God, I wish I had them here right now! I just love to see a guy shoot off and feel his cum falling down my tits, my belly, squirting up against my snatch! Mmmmm, get it going, Carrie! Do it to yourself while I'm doing it too!"
Tommy and Pat had completely stripped by this time and they came closer to the sofa, standing on either side of the naked, trembling girl. Their cocks were as hard as iron, and Carrie noticed that Pat's prick was almost exactly the same size and shape as that of his older brother. Had she been fully in command of her senses, she would have been surprised at the similarity between the two organs. She was nowhere near in control of herself, however, so she scarcely noticed this curious fact.
"What're they doing now, Carrie?" Ellen asked. "C'mon, tell it like it is. I can get off a lot better if I can see it all in my mind!"
"Th-they've got their clothes off," Carrie faltered, "and they're standing in front of the sofa, on either side of me. They're looking down at me and-"
"How are you sitting?" Ellen interrupted. "Tell me everything damn it! Have I held back on you? What about their cocks? Are they hard? Big?"
"I.. . I'm just sitting here, leaning back," Carrie reported. "My legs are out in front of me and . . . well, I'm just sitting. And yes, their . . . their things are really hard, I guess."
"Goddammit, don't say 'thing!' Say cock, or prick!" Ellen demanded, her voice turning hard and angry for a moment. "And don't just sit there, get your legs up! Put your heels on the edge of the couch and spread your thighs. Let them get a good look at your pussy! That'll turn them on more and, let them come better! And be sure to let them see everything you're doing to yourself-that's important too! And remember, use all the right words!"
"Okay," Carrie muttered, hating to admit she had seldom if ever used that kind of language. She also assumed the position Ellen had demanded and found, much to her surprise, that she derived a peculiar but very noticeable kind of added excitement from displaying her pussy to the youths. The eager, hot, inquiring way they peered down at her gushing, juicy slit gave her a perverted feeling of pride-she now knew beyond any doubt that they were extremely interested in her body and that they found it highly attractive. "I'm sitting like you said. And yes, their . . . their cocks are hard. So big, so stiff and mean looking!"
"Ohh, baby, those things aren't mean," Ellen told her, adopting a much more conciliatory tone. "They're the nicest things in the world! Mmmmm, they can do so much for a girl-they can send her right up to the top of the world, out of her fucking mind! They're full of love and sweetness and all those neat things! And those nuts, their balls? Mmmmm, they're just loaded with some of the best stuff in the world! God, I love to look at cocks, love to feel them and think about them. I adore the way they shoot that hot, loving cream!"
Carrie was so excited she no longer paid any attention to the incongruity between Ellen's words and the picture she had previously held of the girl. The sight of those twin cocks, the sound of Ellen's voice, the import of her words, the terribly aroused condition of her own body-all conspired to turn her into an abject victim of her own lust. Her fingers began playing over her pussy, lightly caressing the swollen lips and gliding over them with quick, darting strokes that heightened the tension within her loins. She ached all over with lustful arousal.
Tommy and Pat began jacking off with slow, sensuous strokes, working their foreskins back and then pushing them forward over the big, wide-flaring heads. Neither boy was circumcised and Carrie felt a powerful, earthy tingle spread outward from her clitoris as she watched the loose skin slide back and forth, alternately covering and uncovering the purple prick heads. She described this process to Ellen, who uttered short cries of delight from time to time. As she spoke, Carrie's fingers began working at her pussy with much more purposeful strokes. The tips of her fingers now probed between the lips of that lusciously formed little slit and excited the highly sensitive rim of her cunt. She avoided touching her clitoris-that small lump of super-charged flesh would not have tolerated direct stimulation.
From time to time Tommy or Pat threw in a word or two, adding to Carrie's description of the events going on in the room. Ellen also added remarks of her own, further contributing to the mounting and nearly unbearable tension at work within Carrie's youthful loins. The girl used both hands to excite herself-her right hand played over her pussy, concentrating more and more on the rim of the cuntal opening, and the middle finger of her left hand gradually settled over the tautly puckered opening of her asshole. As the pleasure spread through her body she slipped a portion of that finger directly into her ass and shuddered heavily. Her cunt's slippery effusions had ensured that the finger easily dipped into the ultra-tight aperture and her state of extreme excitement meant she felt the penetration with special force.
"Hey, she's got a finger up her ass!" Tommy said, awe and surprise creeping into his voice. "Yeah, she's fucking both holes at the same time! Wow!"
"Omigod, that's outasight!" Ellen moaned. "Here, I'll do it that way too! Mmmmm, I've never let a guy fuck me in the ass but it sounds like heaven! Ugghh! Ahhh! What a lovely feeling! Ohhh, Carrie, you're such a dear, to have thought of that! Ohh, hurry, honey, hurry up and come. Let's make it together, at the same time! Ooooohh!"
The girl's cries of ecstatic approval rang out clearly and Carrie could not help responding. Her own pussy throbbed with more power and the finger in her ass delivered its full quota of stimulation. Tommy and Pat were now jacking off with far more urgency and it appeared that their climaxes might be very near, too.
"Unngghh, they're fucking their hands like crazy!" Carrie cried out, twisting about with lascivious abandon as she sought to release the pent-up emotion which had tied her entire midsection into a hard, quivering knot of anxiety. "They're getting close, I can tell! Mmmmmm, I love to put a finger in my ass! It's always so good! And now I've got a finger in my . . . cunt-that's good too! Ooohh, I can feel it all over! I can't hold it back any more, I've got to . . . ahhhhh!"
Carrie closed her eyes and thrust upward with her hips, clenching her anal sphincter with extra force. The contraction forced her anus to close about her penetrating finger with amazing power, and the presence of that finger naturally aroused the delicate nerve endings located around the periphery of that opening. Her right hand stroked her pussy with mad, feverish speed and the index finger of that hand plunged into her cunt, going up much farther than she had ever felt it before. It seemed as though she wanted to be penetrated to the maximum, as if she intuitively knew that such deep penetration would give her the ultimate release she sought.
Tommy and Pat both spat into their hands, providing a modicum of lubrication for their fists, and resumed their masturbation. Pat suddenly groaned, emitting a sound of absolute animal joy, and arched his slender hips forward, continuing to piston his fist up and down his lust-stiffened cock and pulling the foreskin far back. A quick, jerking shudder ran through the tool, causing the head to swell and contract quickly, then it began spurting out a thick stream of pearl-like goo. Viscous and sticky, the semen rocketed out to splash against Carrie's belly and then, after he had elevated his cock slightly, to dash against her breasts. At first she did not realize what was happening-the violent tumult within her orgasming cunt had removed her into another world entirely-but after a moment or two she opened her eyes and looked down to see the ropy strands of cum festooned over her body.
"He's doing it!" she gasped. "Ann, he's shooting his stuff all over me! I can feel it, I see it shooting over my nipples!"
"Rub it in them!" Ellen called out, audibly excited by Carrie's words. "Rub it on them and love it! Lick your fingers off! Ohh, do it, Carrie, do it and see what a thrill it really is!"
Carrie automatically obeyed the lewd instructions. At that moment, beset by sexual pleasure and almost stupefied by the thudding waves of pleasure radiating outward from her heaving, convulsively grasping cunt, she would have done anything suggested to her. She found that the cream had a pleasing consistency. Its viscous nature facilitated her fingers as they spread Pat's cum over her breasts and, realizing the source of that unusual ointment, her mind derived an additional stimulus from it. Her climax mounted to an even higher peak of intensity and overwhelmed her entirely. At that moment, Tommy also reached the limit of his endurance and moved between her widespread thighs.
"Now Tommy's doing it too!" Carrie managed to gasp out. Overcome by frantic lust, she wanted to share every nuance of the meeting with Ellen and found it amazingly easy to speak. "He's right in front of me, between my legs, and he's pointing his cock right at me and-ohhh! He's shooting it too! Ahh, it's going all over my hands, all over my pussy! Mmmmmm! Ahhh!"
Carrie's highly excited cunt gave a final heaving lurch of spasmodic delight as Tommy's prick spat out another full, reeking load of cum. The cream shot down onto her hands, saturated the light growth of fur around the slit and inundated her flesh. She needed no encouragement, though Ellen naturally told her to rub his sperm into every part of her loins. She continued to come and cry out ecstatically as her fingers drove her into paroxysms of abandoned pleasure.
"W-w-was it good for you, too?" Carrie finally asked when the last spasms of lusty joy had passed from her body, leaving her weak and limp from head to toe. "Did it feel good for you, Ellen?"
"Mmmmmm, as good as it's ever been," the girl replied, and Carrie could tell, from the soft throaty murmur, that she was telling the truth. "I'm hanging up now, darling, but I'll go to sleep with one hand on my pussy and some thoughts of you in my mind. If I weren't grounded for a week I think I'd slip out and go over there to be with you. I really envy you, having both those horny little devils all to yourself!"
Ellen hung up the phone before Carrie's lust-fogged mind could pick up on the possible significance of her last remark. Neither Tommy nor Pat, both of whom were temporarily exhausted by the violence of their climaxes, offered to elaborate on the girl's statement, and for the moment, Carrie was content simply to lie back against the couch and let her body restore itself with energy. She continued rubbing her pussy lightly. Tommy's super-abundant discharge still glistened wetly over the youthful, lightly furred slit and she found a surprising amount of pleasure in caressing her slippery skin.
CHAPTER SIX
"Well? Do you still think that we were putting you on about Ellie?" Tommy asked after a long silence had fallen over the room. "You see now that there's another side to her, something most people don't know a thing about?"
"You were right, I guess," Carrie had to admit. "Man, it really shook me up! If you'd told me, I'd never have believed it. So it's really true, huh, that she does all those things with Jerry?"
"Shit, it's not just Jerry!" Pat told her, laughing at the idea. "She gets it on with four or five guys, regular. And there's nothing that turns her on more than fucking them right there in her bedroom, with us watching from up here!"
"Uh, have you . . . I mean, does she . . . " Carrie began, but found she could not complete the question she wanted to ask.
"Does she get it on with us?" Tommy asked, divining her intention and giving a short laugh as the girl reddened noticeably. "Sure! Hell, she got both our cherries! She's just a pig for cocks and the bigger they are, the better she-likes them. Once she found out what Pat and me were carrying in our' jeans, she didn't sit still till she'd had us both in her cunt, right up to the balls!"
The youth's frighteningly crude remark had an extraordinary effect on Carrie. At any other time, she would have been horribly offended at the crudity of the remark but now, befuddled by the strong emotions which had wracked her body and the blinding power of the release she had experienced, she found the statement interesting and mildly exciting.
"And I'd always thought she was a virgin!" was her only comment.
"So you really turned on, watching her diddle herself, huh?" Tommy asked, looking at her with a renewed interest. "That get your pussy warm?"
"I guess it did," Carrie admitted with an embarrassed little laugh. "I never thought I'd react that way but.. . well, it hit me really hard!"
"Yeah, I figured it might," Tommy mused. "You know, you always struck me as a really good kid, or you would be, if you'd just turn loose a little and let go. Say, what about some pictures? You know, people balling and sucking, stuff like that? We've got some really great ones around!"
"Gee, I never saw anything like that," Carrie admitted, and this admission was enough to send Pat scurrying out of the room.
He returned shortly, bearing a medium-sized cardboard box which he deposited on the couch beside Carrie. She looked at it curiously, having no idea what it contained, and Tommy opened the lid for her. He brought out a sheaf of glossy magazines, all of them bearing flagrantly outrageous titles-"Up her Ass."
"Cunt Lapper."
"Cocksucker."
"Assholes & Elbows," to name only four-and even more outrageous pictures on the front of each. "Up her Ass," for example, featured a lovely blonde woman, the very picture of sweet innocence, squatting over a black man's loins. The black's cock, which looked to be of a prodigious size, speared straight upward and disappeared into the blonde's rectum. Carrie gave an involuntary shudder of sympathetic pain on seeing that one.
"Mom and Dad use all this stuff to get turned on sometimes," Tommy explained. "They think they got it stashed away pretty well in their closet, but Pat found it one afternoon and ever since, we've been getting off on it too. Look at that spade shoving his meat up that woman's asshole-you ever see anything like that before? That mother is hung! There's some pictures inside of her measuring his dong and I'm not shitting you, Carrie, that fucker is ten inches long! And it must be two or three inches thick, too! Man, can you see getting something like that rammed all the way up your asshole?"
"Ohh, God, it must have nearly killed her!" Carrie murmured, unable to make herself look away from the awesome sight.
"like shit! You take a peek at the look on her face," Tommy said, "and see if it looks like it's hurting her a bit! Or if it does, it's sure as hell the kind of hurt she really digs!"
Upon leafing through the magazines, most of which had been printed in brilliant color, Carrie saw that Tommy had spoken the truth. The pictorial layout purported to show the black's seduction of the blonde. Most of the photographic action, however, centered on the man's powerful fucking implement and the blonde's enjoyment of it. She was depicted fondling the big rod, masturbating it, sucking it-Carrie was truly surprised to find that the woman was able to take the entirety of that mammoth prong into her mouth-fucking it and finally being impaled rectally by its full length. One of the most affecting shots, however, showed the blonde squatting over the black man-his cock had slipped from her asshole and lay limp on his stomach while several globs of creamy, luscious-looking sperm dripped from her darkened anus, falling down onto his belly and balls.
Pat shoved an album in front of her and she automatically opened it. The pictures in the magazine had stirred her in a profound way, whetting her appetite for more sights of people engaged in the lewdest kind of activities and creating a definite glow of warmth within her youthful loins. As she leafed through the album Tommy pushed her feet back up onto the sofa, so that she had her heels only inches away from the cheeks of her ass and her pussy poised at the edge of the cushion on which she sat. Thoroughly engrossed by the magazines and album, she paid little attention to Tommy, who knelt down in front of her and gently pulled her thighs apart.
Carrie gave a little start of surprise and a low wondering cry as she opened the album. The people depicted on the first page of pictures-which were all Polaroid-type prints, but exceptionally clear and sharp-were quite familiar to her. In fact, they were Jim and Patti Patmun, the parents of the boys whom she was supposedly watching! One shot showed Patti standing in front of her husband, wearing nothing but a black bra, the cups of which had been cut out to allow her magnificent nipples to push through the circular openings, and a scarlet rope around her waist. Another showed her reclining, fingering her pussy while Jim knelt at her side and pointed his mammoth, hugely swollen cock directly at her face.
"Yeah, they're into pictures," Pat said, noticing her shocked look as she recognized the subjects. "Keep on looking-maybe you'll see somebody else you recognize. There's some really great stuff in there. Maybe it'll make that pussy of yours sit up and take notice!"
Carrie followed the lad's instructions. Her involvement in the album was so intense that she was hardly aware of Tommy's actions. He had bent forward, bringing his pursed lips to within an inch or so of her hot, throbbing pussy, and began directing gentle jets of warm breath on the slit. At first she could not feel the gusts, but after a few minutes, when the pictures had further aroused her, she began feeling his breath with surprising clarity. The sensations affected her strangely, creating renewed desires in her loins, and she found it impossible to tell him to stop, which would have been her normal reaction.
Instead, she continued turning through the album. Each page revealed progressively more exciting pictures, most of them showing one or both of the Patmuns in some form of sexual activity. Before turning many of the pages, Carrie noticed three men and four women, whom she also recognized. One of them, Johnny Holmes, owned a very fashionable photographic studio in the city. His was the studio the top society women called when they wanted publicity shots of their garden parties or charity events, or when they wanted photographic coverage of a wedding. A short, pudgy middle-aged man, he had little charm for Carrie but she saw that several of the women pictured in the album were engaged in sexual activity with him. In every shot, he was kneeling before the woman and masturbating as he burrowed his face into her crotch.
Patti Patmun was featured in most of the shots, naturally, but Carrie felt a powerful sense of discontent when she found that the other women, or those whom she recognized, were all prominent social figures, women her mother revered. How was it, she asked herself, that her mother could be so dreadfully wrong in selecting the models she held up to her daughter? First, Ellen had proved that the popular conception of her, as a virginal, innocent young girl interested only in "higher things", was utterly false. Now Carrie was discovering that several other highly praised women were certainly not above engaging in sex with more than one man or allowing themselves to be photographed while so engaged. Not only that, more than one of those women were actually depicted in homosexual relations! Carrie felt her heart give a sickening leap into her throat when she recognized Anne Pendleton, naked with legs sprawled akimbo while Melody Henderson was nuzzling happily between those long, slender thighs! Both women, moreover, gave every indication of enjoying themselves, just as Patti, kneeling beside them with one hand firmly clasped to her pussy and another clutching one of her full, incredibly beautiful breasts, seemed to give her wholehearted approval to the activity!
"I.. . I can't believe it!" the girl managed to whisper. "My God, I can't believe what I'm seeing! All these people!"
One shot which struck her with special force showed Patti being fucked by Tony Rondolo, an executive at the bank with which Carrie's mother dealt. Patti was kneeling over his big, powerful form and clearly had his cock enclosed within the lips of her pussy. She had her head turned to the right, and her right hand reached up to grasp the powerful, incomparable cock of her husband. She was taking nearly half of the mammoth pussy-prober into her mouth and seemed to be in the throes of ecstatic enjoyment of both men!
"Yeah, they're into the group sex thing," Pat said, guessing at the frown of perplexity which swept over Carrie's face as she saw the trio. "I guess they're the kind that like to watch each other fuck and then get it on together afterward. There are some shots later of Dad hosing a couple of broads with Mom watching. Hell, there's even one of her sitting on some chick's face while Dad's pushing the cock up her cunt-they're just watching each other and really digging it! That surprise you, knowing they're into stuff like that?"
"Oh, wow, it's just too much!" Carrie murmured. "Man, I never knew people could do things like this!"
Suddenly she became extremely aware of Tommy's face between her thighs. It was a picture of Patti which triggered that reaction; the picture, an extreme close-up, showed Patti bending down to another woman's pussy and extending her tongue so that the tip lightly touched the swollen, bulging lips of the other woman's slit. Looking down, Carrie saw that Tommy was applying that same technique to her own hot, juicy slit!
She had never before felt a tongue playing over her pussy, but she instantly decided the act was a source of vast pleasure, far more than she would have ever imagined had she considered the act under normal circumstances. Now, thoroughly charged with desire by all that had gone before and befuddled by the series of unforeseen acts she had experienced, she could only look as the youth's tongue played over the lust-inflamed surface of her pussy. Tommy licked the outer fold of flesh and occasionally allowed the tip of his tongue to wander over the inner lips, though he did not attempt to penetrate them. Even that slight caress was enough to make her want much more of it.
"Mmmmmm, you're making me feel funny all over," she sighed, relaxing slightly and moving toward him. "Are . . . are you sure it doesn't taste bad? I could wash, you know, if you'd rather."
"Shit, Tommy-likes a juicy cunt!" Pat said. "So do I! And all the cum he spattered over it will just make it that much tastier! Here, why don't you hold onto my cock while he's giving you some head?"
Carrie had occasionally heard a junior or senior girl at school speak of "head jobs", but she had never connected the term with sexuality.
"I think it's a nice tasting thing," she heard herself say, and she managed to wonder at her forwardness. "Sometimes I lick my finger after I've.. . you know, done it that way. But gee, I never thought anyone else would like it!"
"Pussy tastes good," Pat assured her. "And your hand feels good on my cock! Yeah, just work it back and forth like that!"
He bent forward suddenly, twisting about to keep his prick within her grasp but leaning forward so he could bring one of her nipples within reach of his lips. She turned slightly to facilitate the kiss, once she understood what he intended. His lips and tongue played over the empurpled mound, exciting the highly aroused flesh and sending sheer chills of delight coursing through her nervous system. Together, the two boys brought her very near another orgasmic burst.
"Ohh, God, don't stop!" she whimpered when Tommy pulled away. "Mmmmmm, it felt so good! I thought I was going to come!"
"You'll come," Tommy promised her. "I'll see to that, but first you'll come around my cock! After I've shot a load of hot cum up that sweet little cunt of yours, then maybe I'll lick it out and get you off with my tongue!"
"Oh, no!" she cried, instantly alive to the danger into which she had blundered. "I never did it before! You can't mean it! Ohh, please, don't do it to me!"
"Shit, you've been waiting long enough," the boy replied, and he crawled closer to her. The leather couch was built especially low, so he could kneel before her with the head of his prick at about the same level as the entrance to her pussy. Looking down, she saw the formidable engine coming closer to the lips of that fragrantly bedewed opening. She seemed powerless to move, even though she knew he was quite serious about sinking that terrible weapon into her body. "And you want it, you know you do. We've been playing fuckaround long enough, girl! It's time you got yourself a piece of meat shoved up that cunt of yours!"
Carrie was still whimpering protests when Tommy touched the naked, swollen head of his cock to the lips of her pussy. An electric shock of sexual delight pulsed outward from the point of contact. She moaned deeply and gave a long, languid shudder. Tommy grinned, taking the involuntary reaction as a sign of her acquiescence, and began rubbing the head of his prick over the girl's pussy with more vehemence. As the pressure against her intensely aroused slit became stronger, Carrie felt her resistance slipping away. More and more, as the sexual heat from Tommy's big cock spread over her pussy, she felt herself wanting the thing, wanting it rammed into the mouth of her cunt and as far up the interior of that tender, throbbing tunnel as it could possibly go.
"Mmmmmm, you're making me want it!" she moaned, clasping Pat's head and pressing his mouth more firmly against her breast.
"Want what?" Tommy said, leering with triumph. "Tell me what you want! And make sure you use all the right words-it turns me on to hear a girl ask for it the right way!"
Carrie hesitated for moment, hating to put the request into the vulgar language she knew Tommy wanted to hear, but the gnawing need festering between her widespread thighs was simply too strong to be denied any longer. She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, almost as though she might be bidding goodbye to her virginity. Then she looked down at him, especially at the thick, lengthy tool connecting their loins.
"I want your cock!" she whispered, flushing brightly. "I want to feel your prick going into my pussy, opening up my cunt! I want to feel you fucking me! I want to feel your cock shooting cum all over my cunt! There, is that good enough for you?"
"That's just the way I wanted to hear it," Tommy replied. "Now I'm gonna give it to you, just the way you asked for it! Get ready, baby, because you're gonna feel my cock sliding right up your cunt!"
He insisted that she reach down to spread the lips of her pussy for him and facilitate the entry of his prick. She did so without hesitation and found she derived further pleasure from manipulating the exquisitely aroused flesh surrounding the entrance to her livid, superheated cunt. She moaned softly as the bulbous, warm head of his cock slipped between the lips of her pussy and nestled into the taut, crescent-shaped cuntal crevice. The extent of her excitement ensured that the tiny opening was fully lubricated but even so she felt a nagging doubt that he would be able to push his cock into her waiting, hungry hole. After all, she had hardly altered its diameter with her solitary sexual exercises. Carrie had never inserted more than one finger into her cunt, not even at the height of her passion, and even then she put no more than the first joint of her finger into the delectably heated crevice.
"I'll take it slow," Tommy told her. "Don't worry, it won't hurt a bit. And if something goes wrong, you just say so and I'll pull back. Fucking isn't worth a damn unless the girl's really turned on to it and wants it, so you don't have to worry about me!"
"God, I just hope your cock'll go up my cunt," the girl panted, already short of breath and eager to have the act completed. "Mmmmmm, I'm so turned on already I feel like I could come as soon as you start fucking me!"
"That's not a bad trip," Tommy assured her. "Don't try to hold it back. If you feel like getting off, go ahead. It'll help me come too."
Carrie watched the operation, peering over Pat's head-the younger brother was still licking her nipple, further adding to her furious arousal-and shuddering from time to time. After Tommy had placed the head of his prick in the smooth, slippery opening, she released the grip on the lips of her pussy but kept one hand between her thighs. Her right index finger played over the swollen mound of her clitoris as she tried to relax and await the decisive stroke when he thrust his big cock into her meaty sheath.
Carrie had been expecting that Tommy would fuck her with the same long, driving strokes she had witnessed when spying on Jim and Patti earlier that day, but Tommy had no such intention. Instead, he pressed against her very lightly and showed not the slightest trace of impatience. Knowledgeable far beyond his years-Ellen Jacobsen's hours of instruction in the fine art of fucking had paid off!-he realized that the best way to ensure Carrie's total pleasure was to adopt a gentle style of fucking. Thus the girl found that her cunt opening, tight and supremely tender though it was, gradually opened to admit Tommy's prick and she felt no discomfort at all.
"Ohhhh, that's so good!" she moaned when she finally felt the broad rim of his cockhead slip into the rim of her cunt. Her agile, lithe body, kept in perfect trim by daily exercise, greeted the intruder with muscular contractions which made her cunt grip his prick repeatedly. "Mmmmmm, it feels like you're fucking me all over! Ahh, Tommy, hurry! I feel like I'm going to come any minute! Hurry and fuck me!"
Tommy did not obey that instruction. Instead he kept his place and allowed the girl to reach her climax by her own devices. Between the frantically exciting presence of his prick in her cunt mouth and the steady, relentless activity of her finger on her clitoris, not to speak of the way Pat continued mouthing her nipple, she quickly felt her midsection draw up into a hard, quivering knot of sexual tension and then burst, very much like a sneeze. The first powerful contraction and the ensuing gust of orgasmic feeling took her by surprise. She could only gasp weakly as the climactic frenzy swept through her loins.
"Unngghhh!" she groaned after a moment. "Oh-hhh, shit, I can't stop coming! I'm coming all over! Mmmmm, fuck me, Tommy, fuck me in the cunt and make me come, hard!"
Before the youth could do more than push another inch of his cock into the girl's strongly pulsating cunt, the door to the study opened and Jim Patmun, the boys' father, stepped through! Carrie, deep in the throes of a furious, pounding climax did not even notice. She was far beyond noticing anything not directly related to the storm of sexual pleasure blowing through her trim, heaving loins.
Jim stood there for a moment. He had long suspected that both Tommy and Pat were up to something with Ellen and another girl living in their neighborhood and thus was not especially surprised to find them naked and engaged in sexual activity. To find them so engaged with Carrie Edmonds, however, was quite another matter! Patti had often told him she suspected Carrie of harboring a deep and powerful strain of sexuality, though even the girl herself did not suspect its existence, but he had always been skeptical of that claim. Now, however, he saw that he had been wrong-there was no mistaking the sounds of ecstatic enjoyment coming from the girl's throat, nor the way she thrust her cunt toward Tommy, almost as though her pussy had become another mouth and she was reaching out for more of the delicious treat being fed her.
"Ohhh, God!" Carrie moaned when at last she had recovered from the fearful shock of her climax and noticed Jim standing there. "Oh, no! It can't be!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"What's going on here?" Jim demanded, scowling. "Well, that's clear enough, I guess, but still.. . ! "
Carrie was totally crushed. She valued her reputation as a responsible person and she knew beyond any doubt that her laxity in giving in to Tommy's demands had destroyed that reputation with chilling completeness. She tried desperately to think of something to say but no words came to her lips. She was so taken by surprise that she had not even enough presence of mind to cover her breasts or draw her thighs together. Pat and Tommy shrank back from her and, had Carrie noticed, she would have seen that their cocks were changed radically within an amazingly short time-almost instantly they lost their erections and their pricks dwindled until they were little more than white worms peering out of slight thickets of pubic hair.
Jim advanced further into the room. As he searched his own mind, trying to find words suitable for the occasion, his eyes glanced over Carrie's naked body. He saw, to his mild surprise, that Carrie was indeed a well-formed young womanthe slight patch of pubic fur guarding her pussy had a peculiar attraction all its own. Unable to look away from that delicious slit, which still glowed with a dark, lusty heat, he was struck by the organ's piquant charm and even feit a definite sexual attraction to the girl. He did not realize he was thinking such thoughts for a minute or two, and in that interval Carrie's youthful charm began working its own insidious effects on him. His cock was far from lifeless after Patti's repeated attentions of the day-she had sucked him repeatedly on the trip to the lake, fingerfucking herself into numerous orgasms as she mouthed his tool, and had then insisted that they celebrate their arrival by testing the bed in their room. That insistence had borne fruit and shortly afterward she cried out softly as Jim began pushing his stiff prong into her ass, strumming her clitoris with his fingers as he did so. Now his cock surged back into warm, growing life at the sight of the naked girl.
"I.. . I think you'd all better come up to the lake," he heard himself saying, and did not realize that he had succumbed to a flash of intuitive understanding. 'The Steeds didn't show up. They called ahead and told us they had to stay in town, so there'll be room for all of you. Come on, get with it! Carrie, I'll drive us by your house and explain to your mother-I'm sure she'll understand and let you go with us."
"Huh? You're asking me to keep on sitting?" the girl asked, scarcely able to credit her ears. "Me? After . . . what you've seen?"
"I suppose that isn't the worst thing in the world," Jim said, looking away from her for the first time since entering the room. "And anyway, it looks like I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on all of you!"
Carrie and the boys quickly threw their clothes and other gear together. Jim drove them away from the darkened house within a half hour after arriving. As he had figured, Carrie's mother offered no objection to the girl going to the lake. Overawed by the rich and successful of the town, she was of course highly deferential to Jim Patmun and he played upon that sycophancy with skill. When he went back to his car he smiled broadly, but when Carrie asked him what he planned next, he refused to explain, except to say that she had nothing much to worry about. That mild assurance did nothing to soothe Carrie, however. She could only imagine terrible things in store for her, in view of her wildly irresponsible behavior with Tommy and Pat.
In contemplating the enormity of her sin, she necessarily had to think of the things she had done with the boys. More than anything else, she remained vividly, excruciatingly conscious of the way Tommy's cock had fitted into her steaming cunt. Far from hurting her, as she would have expected, the organ had provided her with maddeningly delicious sensations-the extra-large size of his prick had merely stimulated her pussy more than anything she had ever felt before. Despite her shame at having been caught in the act of being fucked, she could not help regretting that she had not been allowed to savor the full length of Tommy's cock nor to know, at least once, the wonder of feeling it spring into gushing, bursting life when sheathed completely in her cunt.
If it felt like that with just a little bit of it in, she thought to herself as they sped along the highway and into the night, then what on earth would it be like if he had it all the way in? Suppose he were to have himself a come! Carrie did not even notice that she was already beginning to adopt the much franker language Tommy and Pat had been using. What if he'd shot that hot cream all over my cunt? Mmmmmm, God, that would be heaven itself!
She had a brief, fleeting vision of her cunt being dilated, not by Tommy's large cock, but rather by Jim Patmun's truly immense prong. She had seen enough to know that Jim's prick was much larger and the thought preyed on her mind, though she resolutely forbade herself to dwell on that fascinating possibility. The drive to the lake took the better part of two hours and, due to the vastly erotic nature of the thoughts which dominated
Carrie's mind during that period, she arrived at the lakeshore cottage in a state of fairly advanced sexual excitement. She dreaded having to face Patti Patmun, one of the women she most admired in the town, but she knew that nothing could intervene to save her from that humiliating confrontation.
Jim led them into the big cottage and motioned them to sit down in the living room. Patti, watching television and sipping at a drink, looked up curiously as they entered. Jim said he would explain later and disappeared into the kitchen area, which was hidden from their view by a massive fireplace rising out of the center of the big room. He returned shortly, bearing a tray with three glasses of ginger ale, which he distributed to Carrie and his sons. They sat for a few minutes pleasantly enough and then Jim sent the boys off to bed. They said nothing beyond a perfunctory "goodnight" as they trooped off to the little nook housing their bunk beds.
"We won't have to worry about them for a while," Jim said after they had closed the door to their room. "I put a Valium in each of their drinks. Not yours," he added, seeing Carrie give a startled jump and almost spill her drink, "just the boys' drinks. I thought it would be best if we got them out of the way for a while. Let's give them ten or fifteen more minutes and then we can get down to some serious business."
Carrie felt more and more miserable as those minutes passed, seeming more like years. She avoided Patti's concerned look, though more than once she darted quick looks in the woman's direction. Patti wore a hostess gown of a clinging fabric, some kind of knit, and her magnificently formed breasts amply filled the gown's halter top-even her nipples were perfectly outlined through the thin material. The gown had a low neckline and the swelling curve of her breasts appeared in the opening, making a truly inspiring sight.
"I think we've come to the explanation point," she said after several attempts at idle conversation had fizzled out. "Well, Jim, tell me all about it."
"When I got back I saw a light in the study and I went in to look," he said, ignoring the cringing way Carrie tried to shrink back into the depths of her chair. "They were all in there together, bare-assed as the day they were born. Pat was eating her boob and Tommy was fucking her. I swear it, Patti, honest to God! She was just about to come and I was so shook up I couldn't do a thing but stand there and watch!"
"Hmm, so Carrie's a little more advanced than I thought, eh?" Patti said, looking over at the girl with surprise. "Somehow I wouldn't have thought you'd be quite so experienced that you'd try making it with two guys at once!"
"Oh, please, Mrs. Patmun!" Carrie sobbed, deciding on the spur of the moment to confess everything and hope for a merciful conclusion to the whole sordid episode. "I didn't mean to do it, any of it! I never did anything like that before not in my whole life!"
She went on to admit that she had inadvertently peered through the window of the master bedroom and had seen their violently abandoned lovemaking. She told how Tommy had caught her in the act of spying on them, how he had used that to persuade her to engage in acts she would ordinarily have abhorred but she also frankly admitted that she was primarily at fault, for having given in to her baser nature. She told how they had spied on Ellen Jacobsen and the things she had done while they were watching, how Tommy and Pat had led her step by step to the shocking conclusion Jim had witnessed.
"But I'm more to blame than the boys," she insisted after finishing that long, shameful account. "I mean, I shouldn't have given in like that, but it was just so . . . so strong, I guess, I couldn't help it. I'll never do it again, I promise you!"
Patti listened with a frank expression of interest, smiling softly from time to time. The sympathetic way she listened had a lot to do with Carrie's ability to finish her story without breaking down completely. After the girl had finished, Patti nodded thoughtfully and sat very still for several moments. Finally, looking up with a smile, she stated her own opinion.
"I hope you do do it again," she said, smiling again at the shocked, uncomprehending expression her remark brought to Carrie's face. "I know, you must feel very wretched right now, but believe me, dear, it wasn't so bad. But tell me, are you taking the Pill? What about contraception?"
Carrie had to admit that she was totally unprepared for sexual action, that she had used no form of contraception at all. Patti at once stood up and ordered the girl to follow her into the bathroom. Jim stayed behind.
"I'll show you how to douche," Patti said, closing the bathroom door behind them. "It isn't a really good method but it's better than nothing. I know, I know, Tommy didn't actually come inside you, but he might have dribbled a bit. And when he shot cum over your pussy while he was jacking off, some of that might have worked its way up your cunt. We'd better make very sure, or as close to it as we can. This won't hurt you a bit, my dear-in fact, you might even discover that you like it. Stranger things have happened, believe me."
Carrie had accompanied the woman to the bathroom with real misgivings. She was quite prepared to endure a spanking, and halfway expected Patti to order her to bend over and present her buttocks for the punishment. Patti's air of concern, too genuine to be less than her primary aim at the moment, made her feel very uneasy and uncertain. Patti gave no evidence of wanting to punish her, however, and did not even seem to resent the fact that she had joined the boys in a series of progressively more abandoned sexual acts. Instead, the woman calmly prepared a mixture of douche water in the lavatory.
"You'd better take all your clothes off," she said to Carrie. "This can get a little messy. But it might be worth it, if it keeps you from getting pregnant."
Carrie hesitated a moment and then undressed completely. She watched with wary eyes as Patti tested the douche solution, then brought out a syringe. Carrie's trembling pussy gave a frightened leap when the girl saw the size and extent of the syringe's black nozzle.
"I'll demonstrate this on myself," Patti said, giving the girl another of her incredibly warm, friendly smiles. She slipped out of the gown, which had only one fastener, and hung it up, ignoring the way Carrie looked at her naked body. "It'll help you and I don't suppose it'll hurt me, though it isn't the sort of thing I ever do. It isn't true, you know, that a woman has to flush out her cunt in order for it to be attractive to a man. The natural juices take care of that quite adequately."
Patti filled the syringe from the sink and carried it over to the toilet. Motioning for Carrie to bend down in order to get a good view of the act, she straddled the toilet and bent lower, though not so far as to be sitting on the bowl. Carrie watched as the woman spread the lips of her pussy with one hand, then slipped the black, glittering nozzle between them. She sighed softly as she worked the long, thick tube into her cunt-the act obviously gave her a certain amount of pleasure. Carrie felt her own pussy begin throbbing more heatedly as she watched the nozzle disappear into the woman's beautifully formed cunt. She thought of the way Tommy's cock had slipped into her cunt. Patti held the nozzle in place, twisting it slightly-Carrie suddenly conceived the notion that she was actually playing with herself, using the syringe as a sexual instrument, but then dismissed the thought as too ridiculous for words. Then Patti squeezed the bulb, expelling the douche solution. Keeping the bulb depressed, she withdrew the syringe and a flood of warm, soapy water cascaded from her cunt, falling down into the toilet bowl.
"Now you try it," she said, handing Carrie the syringe. "Or would you rather wash it off after it's been in my cunt?"
Carrie muttered something to the effect that it would not be necessary and filled the syringe again. She found it highly exciting to contemplate shoving the syringe into her own cunt, fresh from Patti's marvelously formed slit. She filled the syringe and used it as Patti had shown her, finding that the water being expelled into her cunt gave her a delicious sensation, then used it a second time, at Patti's insistence.
"It's like having a guy come inside you, right?"
Patti said.
"I.. . I never had that," Carrie admitted. "I never did anything with guys before tonight, honest!"
"You really are a virgin!" Patti said, a tone of wonder in her voice. "And so beautiful, too! Well, dry your pussy off, my dear, and come back into the living room. I think it's time we had some serious talk about where we're going from here!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jim and Patti were sitting side by side on the rough, blanket-covered couch when Carrie rejoined them. Patti's words had reawakened that flood of doubt and self-criticism within the girl and she was very fearful. Her embarrassment became even more pronounced when she saw that they were going through the magazines and photo album Tommy and Pat had found earlier-Jim had thrown that box into the car, along with their clothes, and Carrie had not noticed it before.
"Tell me honestly," Patti said when the girl had settled herself in a chair at some distance from them, "what did you think of these pictures?"
Carrie stammered for a moment but decided that the total truth would be the best course for her. Accordingly, she admitted that she had found herself being highly excited by them and that she had wanted to peruse the pictures more. When Patti asked her whether she found the pictures more exciting than watching two living people engaged in real sexual activity, Carrie had to admit that the live "show" was much more exciting.
It was only the extreme urgency of her situation which prompted the girl to be so boldly honest. At any other time, Carrie would rather have died than admit she found either the pictures or the live performance interesting in the slightest but, confronted as she was with two adults who knew the truth about her, she found it impossible to lie.
"I'm pleased that you're honest enough to admit the truth," Patti said. "A lot of people think it's wrong to admit to being excited by such things. As for me, well, I think it's one of the most fantastically exciting things imaginable, watching people fuck and suck and do all those beautiful things to each other. Ah, that surprises you? But it's the truth! Why should I be any different from you? Why, if I had been the one to find you doing those things with Tommy and Pat, I'd probably have wanted to join in!"
Carrie shook her head, stunned with disbelief. She simply could not convince herself that she was hearing correctly.
"Y-y-you aren't mad?" she whispered, looking from Jim to Patti with wonder. "Y-y-y-you aren't going to . . . to punish me?"
"Punish you? For doing something as natural as fucking? Or watching others have their pleasure?" Patti laughed with genuine good humor at the thought. "No, dear, we won't punish you. But perhaps we might, er, insist that you allow us to share in some of the enjoyment too! Right, Jim?"
"Sounds like a winner to me," he said, smiling in the same friendly way.
Carrie watched with totally unbelieving eyes as Patti stood up and slipped out of her gown once more. The fireplace cast enough heat to make nudity a viable option within the room and the soft glow of the lamps-they were using an oil lamp for light that evening-cast a mellow, golden sheen over the woman's body.
"You too, dear," Patti said, motioning for her to stand up. "You must strip, too, Everyone must be naked if we are to have full enjoyment of each other!"
Carrie could not move for a moment. Jim stood up and quickly doffed his clothing. His beautifully fashioned cock hung down limply but seemed to be on the verge of growing larger. When Patti again urged her to undress, Carrie stood up and began peeling off her clothes. The interested way they looked at her gave her some encouragement and emboldened her. She found it easier to appear naked before them once she realized that they did not object to seeing the nude body. Again acceding to Patti's suggestion, Carrie went over to join them on the couch. They moved aside to let her sit between them. Patti brought out the photo album and handed it to her, urging her to look through it to her heart's content.
Carrie did so, trying to concentrate on the few pages which did not feature Patti. She was especially embarrassed by the shots depicting Jim engaged with a woman other than Patti. Gradually the girl relaxed somewhat and began turning the pages with a steadier hand. From time to time Patti asked her about a particular shot, whether she found it especially exciting or not, and Carrie became progressively more aware of her own body and its urgent demands.
"I.. . I just never realized there were so many ways to do it! like this, doesn't it hurt a lot?" she asked, pointing to a shot of Patti being fucked dog-fashion by an unidentifiable man.
"Mmmmmm, that's a delicious way to get your cunt fucked!" Patti said. "None of it hurts, dear, not if the man has any sense at all and any consideration for his partner. A good man will know how to make it all roses for you!"
"You're probably wondering about those pictures where I'm making it with another woman," Jim surmised. "Or where Patti's getting it on with somebody else, right? I guess that shakes you up a little?"
"It shouldn't," Patti said after the girl had given a frightened, tentative nod. "You see, we both believe that lovemaking is a very natural act, something one should do whenever possible. Friends can embrace, kiss, shake hands-why not go on and do something immensely more meaningful, much more pleasant and exciting?"
"It.. . it sounds almost like you're telling me that you don't mind what I did," Carrie murmured weakly. "Or maybe.. . oh, I don't know what I mean!"
"I would count it a great personal favor and a lot of pleasure," Patti said, "if you were to join us in bed tonight. That's the principal point I'm getting around to! You needn't be surprised. Jim would love to fuck you and it would excite me enormously if I could watch and maybe help a little. Mmmmm, and then after he got off you, my dear, he'd really be primed to give me exactly the kind of fucking I've been wanting all day long! It'll be a tremendous help, taking him when he's hot from your cunt, especially if you're there watching us fuck!"
Carrie had never been so near to fainting in her entire life as when she heard Patti's incredibly intimate proposal. To share the woman's husband? To lie there while he shoved his cock into her cunt, with Patti on the same bed? To watch him remove his prick from her own cunt and then place it in his wife's honeyed hole? Carrie found herself quite without words.
"You needn't worry about the size of Jim's cock," Patti told her. "He's the most considerate man in the world when it comes to fucking, and he'll take every precaution to make sure he doesn't hurt you. He'll also take some precautions to make sure he doesn't make a baby start growing in that tight little hole, too! Come, dear, let's get to bed and test the extent of your, er, education. Perhaps there are some facets we might embellish a bit."
Patti took the girl by the hand and led her into the lodge's bedroom, a small, snug room built onto the side of the A-frame at the opposite end from the bedroom Tommy and Pat shared. The king-sized bed almost filled the room-they barely had room to walk around the bed. Patti fell onto the bed and motioned for Carrie to join her. Jim reached into a dresser drawer and removed a rubber. He peeled the foil wrapper off and handed the latex circle to his wife. Patti explained the theory of the rubber as a contraceptive device to Carrie, then proceeded to slip the gossamer-thin sheath over her husband's cock. The man's organ, big beyond belief, stretched the latex so taut it almost appeared to disappear. She insisted that Carrie roll the rubber down Jim's cock, once she herself had fitted it over the head of that hot, stiff fucking machine. Carrie gingerly touched the huge rod but quickly became more confident and forward in her caresses.
"There's nothing like holding onto a man's cock to get a woman's cunt into quite a state, is there?" Patti asked, correctly interpreting the meaning of the fierce, intent look which came over Carrie's face. "I'll bet you can feel your pussy dripping already, just as mine is doing!"
"God, I never could have believed that these things are so exciting to touch! Mmmmmm, it drives me wild, just looking at one of them and touching it. It's too much!"
Patti suggested a different way of enjoying Jim's cock, one which the girl readily adopted. Moving awkwardly at first as she performed the unusual motions, Carrie rolled onto her side and snuggled back against Jim, who was also lying on his side, facing her back. She lifted her right or upper thigh slightly as her buttocks nestled into the base of his belly, and he swung his prodigiously stiffened cock between her thighs and brought it up high, allowing the thick shaft to rest easily against the lips of her pussy. Carrie then closed her thighs, capturing his prick between them and forcing the big rod to ride more firmly against her pussy. Looking down, she saw the head of his prick protruding from just below her lightly furred muff. The sight of a cockhead in that particular spot struck her as erotic beyond all belief.
"Just hold it there with your thighs and play with your breasts," Patti instructed her. "There's nothing wrong with playing with yourself while you're with a man, by the way-many of them find it's even more exciting to watch. I know that Jim, and just about every other man I've ever met, has been simply wild to watch me fucking myself!"
With that, Patti swung up into a seated position and placed her thighs at such an angle that both Jim and Carrie could look into the valley between those marvelous limbs. The bedroom lamp illuminated the critical area perfectly and Carrie once again felt her own sexuality increasing rapidly as she beheld the womanly beauty of Patti's mature pussy.
Carrie could not keep her hips still. The presence of Jim's big cock between her thighs, nestling close to her hotly excited slit, filled her with lustful urges and she did not waste any time trying to resist their insidious pressures. She began working her hips back and forth and discovered that the friction between her pussy and Jim's prick created even more arousing sensations. Her cunt had generated more than enough smooth, slippery oil to provide a rich lubricant for every part of her loins. Jim's rubber-clad prick quickly became inundated with the sweet, girlish musk and slipped back and forth between her thighs with ease.
"Mmmmmm, I can't stop!" Carrie whimpered, feeling her loins tightening in a way she could easily recognize as the signal of an approaching climax. "Ohh, God, I can't keep from coming!"
"Don't try to hold it back!" Patti told her. "Fuck away, dear-fuck against his cock and let yourself come all you want! Ohh, do it, Carrie, do it now! I love watching a woman come! Yes, you're making it, I can see it in your eyes! Let it go, dear-let it go and enjoy it!"
Carrie did not actually need Patti's encouragement in order to reach her climax, though the woman's abandoned, passionate exhortations naturally helped her achieve that body-shaking goal more quickly. Tightening her thighs about Jim's cock, she pressed down with her pubis and succeeded in pushing her pussy more firmly against his rigid, hot flesh. The sensuality flowed between them, infecting them both with lusty fever, but only Carrie was to reap the benefits of their excitement-Jim held back and refused to allow his balls to explode.
Crying out wildly as the tension burst within her loins, Carrie fucked herself against his cock and squeezed her young, nubile breasts. She kept her eyes focused on Patti's richly moistened pussy and the way she was working her fingers in and out of the thick, swollen lips. That sight was quite enough to give her all the encouragement and stimulation she needed to deliver herself of a tumultuous, heaving, shuddering climax.
"Mmmmmm, I thought it would last forever," she purred, relaxing and twisting about as the last of the orgasmic spasms flowed out of her cunt, leaving her happy and utterly content. "But I've got an idea that I might have more of those beautiful feelings in store for me tonight!"
"Indeed you do," Patti assured her. "I hope you'll come so much tonight that you'll always remember our first session together. You must feel perfectly free to do whatever you wish-there is nothing you could possibly do that would shock us, believe me.
So long as it contributes to your sexual pleasure, we will do everything in our power to give it to you!"
"Well, I was wondering if I could change around a little and try rubbing the head of his prick against my pussy. You know, as though it were about to go in me. I remember when . . . well, Tommy was playing with me-that made me feel real good all over. I think I'd like to try it again, just for a little while."
"You may try it all you wish," Patti said, well knowing that once Carrie had her husband's cock poised in the very mouth of her cunt she would not stop until she had the entirety of that massive plunger seated in the tender, virginal tunnel. "And I agree-it's enormously exciting for a man to rest his prick there. Go ahead and try it, dear. I'm sure you'll find it's very pleasing to you."
Jim's mind was running along the exact same tracks as Patti's-they understood each other thoroughly and he knew exactly what she was thinking. Since he was intent on getting his cock into the girl's cunt, he readily acceded to Carrie's suggestion and slipped down on the bed, angling his cock upward so as to bring the swollen, rubber-clad head more directly against the lips of the girl's pussy. Carrie opened her thighs and reached between them, intending to guide the thick-shafted tool into place. She found that handling the hot, stiff rod gave her immense pleasure and she deliberately played with it, rubbing it to and fro along her slit and uttering ecstatic little moans of delight as Jim's sexual excitement flowed through his prick and up into her cunt like an electrical charge.
Patti watched them with hot eyes. For years she had found the sight of a big, stiff prick's conjunction with a well-oiled, heated pussy one of the most fully arousing sights imaginable, and repeated viewing of that sight had done nothing to diminish its effectiveness. The fact that Carrie's youthful pussy was barely mature enough to receive so large an intruder, that the hair was barely present and the lips only half-formed, only excited her all the more. In truth, Patti was quite as interested as Jim in seeing him encunted in a fresh, tender, innocent cunt. The thought of assisting him in deflowering the girl made her pussy ache with anticipation, and not simply because she relished the thought of taking his cock into her mouth immediately after it had been removed from Carrie's delicious-looking young cunt. Patti could not have fully explained her obsession with getting Jim's prick into the girl's cunt, but it was nevertheless real and pressing at that moment.
Patti moved down slightly and lay over on her left side-Carrie and Jim were also on their left sides, but lying reversed to her-in order to get a better view of the way her husband's prick jutted into the girl's sexual orifice. In so doing, Patti naturally made it easier for Carrie to watch her self-manipulations, and Carrie quickly discovered that she was not alone in her style of masturbation.
Patti hooked two fingers of her left hand into the mouth Of her cunt and brought the hand up snugly, so that her palm fitted neatly against her clitoris. With the middle finger of her right hand, she reached around her buttocks and speared the dilated mouth of her cunt, then slipped the juicily anointed finger into her asshole. Doubly impaled and very obviously relishing the dual penetration, she began working her hands and hips together.
"Let him stroke your clit," Patti whispered hoarsely. "I want to see his hands playing over your pussy! Let him do it, dear! I've shown him exactly how a woman wants it done and he's very good at it!"
"Oh, yes, do it to me!" Carrie whimpered, opening her thighs to facilitate his access to her slit. "Mmmmmm, it already feels so good! I want to do everything, all of it! Ohh, get me off! Let me come again!"
Jim readily complied with that throaty, lascivious request. He had not often had an opportunity to caress so delectable a young pussy and he took full advantage of the unique opportunity. Carrie quickly found that Patti had taught him exceedingly well. She could scarcely have done a better job herself of teasing and stroking the hard little lump at the apex of her pussy's hot, strained lips. Jim proceeded very cautiously, so as not to frighten the girl and disrupt his scheme, but from time to time he changed his position almost imperceptibly, and gradually his big stiff cock, superheated with lusty desire, began exerting more and more pressure against the rim of Carrie's strenuously throbbing cunt. The girl found that increased pressure extremely delightful and reacted accordingly. With very little experimentation she discovered that by moving her hips in a certain way, at just the right angle, she could force the rim of her cunt farther down on the solid, thick shaft pressing against it. An image flashed into her mind-it seemed that her cunt had become an animate object, quite apart from her, and that it was intent upon gobbling more and more of Jim's cock into its scarlet lips.
"Agghhh!" Carrie cried out, lurching sharply as another burst of orgasmic frenzy crested deep inside her womb and churned its way to the rim of her cunt. "I'm cumming all over! Ahhhh, again! Yes, like that! Ooooh!"
"Just wait, darling," Patti told her when the climax had peaked and was ebbing away, leaving her still hungry for more pleasure. "There are so many good things in store for you tonight that you'll never forget it!"
CHAPTER NINE
Once her orgasm had completed its mad, careening course, leaving her feeling weak and tired for the moment, Carrie realized that the head of Jim's cock was almost inside the rim. of her cunt. Her frantic heaving during the most intense part of her climax had resulted in some extremely powerful hip thrusts on her part and, in striving to excite herself to the utmost, she had very nearly gotten that formidable cock inside her cunt.
"I can't believe it!" she murmured, reaching down to feel the tool and check its progress. "Why, it's almost in me! And I thought it would hurt so much, getting something that big shoved in there!"
"And it doesn't hurt a bit, does it!" Patti responded, uttering a hearty chuckle of lewd delight. "No, darling, Jim's a divine cocksman! He'd never do anything to hurt a woman, especially someone as sweet as you! Why don't you just relax for a moment, gather your strength and then you can do what you must do."
"Yes, I know what that is," Carrie agreed. "I've got to get his cock up my cunt! He's going to fuck me, the first time it's ever happened to me, and I'm not going to rest until I have all the beautiful prick in my cunt! Ohh, God, what's happening to me, that I can say such things! I'm dying to fuck him and you're right here with us!"
Jim paid no attention to the girl's exclamations of wonder. Once she had admitted the plain, simple truth-that she wanted to be fucked-he proceeded directly to the point without delay. Drawing away from her, he rolled her onto her back and knelt between her thighs. Patti sat up and moved closer. She began giving Carrie helpful little hints and encouraging exhortations.
"Get comfortable, that's the first thing," she said to the girl. "You can never expect to get off very well unless you're comfortable. I know, the position will seem a little awkward at first but you'll be able to tell what's natural and what isn't. Try to relax as much as you can when he starts putting his cock into your cunt, dear-that will make it ever so much better!"
"W-w-would you put him in me?" Carrie asked, looking over at the woman with affection. "I think I'd like that a lot!"
"What a perfectly beautiful idea!" Patti exclaimed.. "Of course I'll put his prick in your cunt, dear. I'd love to do that for you!"
Patti reached behind her husband and bent low to watch her work. The sight of Carrie's youthful slit, so eminently ready for its first fuck, impressed her mightily and for a moment she wished the girl had more definite lesbian tendencies. Patti would have loved to plant her lips on the girl's hot little pussy and tongue-fuck her into a paroxysm of lusty release. She gave no indication of those desires, however, fearing that a too-ardent display of her innermost feelings would frighten the girl and ruin their carefully built plan.
Accordingly, she contented herself with spreading the lips of Carrie's pussy, though she took advantage of the opportunity to test the cunt opening with the tip of one finger. The taut, firm rim of the girl's cunt grabbed at her fingertip, making her regret her decision all the more. Patti did not delay very long, however. She quickly guided her husband's burly, iron-hard prick up to the fragrantly moistened cleft between her fingers. Carrie whimpered weakly when she felt the head of Jim's cock slide between the lips of her pussy, snuggling firmly against the tenderly aroused mouth of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm, it feels so good!" she cried, shuddering. "Oooohh, I want it all, every bit of it! I want to feel all of it going up my cunt!"
"It's better to be careful," Patti told her, "especially at first. Jim has the biggest cock I've ever seen, dear. Let him give it to you easily. We don't want your first fuck to turn into a nightmare!"
Carrie willed herself into a more accepting mood and acceded to Patti's suggestion. After all, she told herself, the woman had had plenty of sexual experience-the photos in the album had given her graphic, exciting proof of that-and she ought to know what she was talking about. Carrie lay very still and concentrated on relaxing the tense muscles in her midsection as Jim began pushing very lightly against her.
The girl found that her legs were most comfortable when she fitted her heels into the hollows behind his knees. After a moment or two, when she saw that Jim was merely exercising the mouth of her cunt and was not going to insert the rest of his mighty cunt-pleaser immediately, she began essaying a few tentative movements. Patti encouraged her in that endeavor, telling her that merely because the woman was beneath the man in the strict physical sense, that did not necessarily condemn her to a passive, acquiescent role in lovemaking.
"You can do ever so much when you're on the bottom," Patti said, her voice tightening up with excitement as she saw the mounting hunger on Carrie's lovely young face. "You can reach down between your bodies to give your clit a lovely little workout with your finger, in case he isn't riding high enough to stimulate the buzzer with the shaft of his cock. You can move your hips up and down, from side to side, in nearly any direction-yes, that's the way, dear. You can reach up to rub your nipples against his chest. You can . . . well, relax and let your body do your thinking for you. If you do that, you'll soon enough discover a number of delicious possibilities!"
Carrie did exactly that and found, to her surprise, that Patti had told her the truth. Jim's gentle approach helped her considerably in that mightily stirring task. He supported virtually all his weight on his knees and his fully extended arms. In fact, he was hardly touching the girl anywhere, except for the frantically stimulating contact between his prick and her cunt, and the spot where her thighs gripped his as she held him with her legs. Carrie discovered that she derived a surprising amount of sexual stimulation simply by rubbing the insides of her thighs against his hairy, muscular legs. She began working on coordinating her leg movements with the gradually developing hip motions she was learning, and she succeeded surprisingly well.
"Wh-when will he come?" Carrie asked, looking over at Patti with passion-glazed eyes. "What if I come first? God, I can feel it already-I feel like I could come right now, almost!"
"Oh, Jim's amazing in that respect," Patti said, laughing gently. "He can control his climax for unbelievable periods of time! He probably won't decide to let go for a long time, dear. You should charge ahead and come whenever you feel close to it, as often as you like! Sometimes it makes him especially eager, feeling a woman come around his prick, so perhaps you can excite him into doing it a little earlier."
"She's right," Jim added, smiling down at the girl. 'There's nothing to get a man's balls fired up like feeling a woman come, especially if she really has a long, powerful climax. I love to feel a woman letting go with everything, so you mustn't hold anything back-say whatever you feel like saying, scream, move all you want, it all makes it better for me. But I've got a feeling I won't be setting any endurance records this time!"
"Wow, it's like you were letting me fuck myself!" Carrie exclaimed, warming to the abundant sexual energy crackling in the air between them. "You're holding so still, I can work my cunt up around your cock! Mmmmm, I love to feel it trying to get in me! Oooohh, that's outasight, too fucking much! Ahhh, I can't stop fucking now, I feel it getting ready, I . . . oooh! Aiiieeeee!"
The climax struck with surprising speed, rushing over her with a suddenness that took her by complete surprise. Unprepared for the orgasmic onslaught, she cried out helplessly, fell back from him and then, recovering, reaching up to wrap her arms around his back. Tightening her legs about his, she began fucking with frenzied abandon, gyrating her hips and forcing the mouth of her cunt to accept the poised, waiting head of his cock. The sudden penetration, the awesome pressure exerted on the highly sensitive mouth of her cunt, the deliciously thrilling presence of his prick in that virginal tunnel, all worked together to double and redouble the wild, racing thrill of her climax.
Carrie went into a panicked, frenzied state as her womb and cunt poured out progressively stronger waves of sexual release. The tension seemed to build higher within her loins, even as it was being discharged, and she whimpered out weak, gasping cries of ecstatic joy as her hips churned around Jim's steady cock. Heaving and humping madly, she writhed against him until he had completely fucked herself out. When she fell back from him, she had succeeded in bringing herself to a climax which had sapped her strength with a totality she never would have believed possible. She had also, through her powerful, instinctive movements, succeeded in getting a good four inches of his prick buried inside her throbbing cunt. She did not realize that she had taken only a portion of that sturdy rod into her body. It seemed to her as though every part of her, not just her cunt but all of her body, was filled with that beautifully hard, living, sexual thing!
"God, I never thought I'd be able to get all your cock in me," she said, looking up at Jim with wondering eyes. "Man, I'm so glad I could manage it. I love having it all the way up my cunt!"
"Oh, dear, you do have a welcome little surprise waiting for you!" Patti said, laughing. "Reach down between you, darling, and see what you find. I think you'll be agreeably surprised!"
Carrie did as she was instructed and found, to her total astonishment, that she could easily wrap her hand around the part of Jim's prick that still remained outside her cunt. She gave a moaning little cry of frantic delight upon making that discovery and lifted her head to be certain she was not somehow deceiving herself.
Looking down her flat, trim little belly, Carrie saw that a goodly portion of Jim's cock was indeed in view. She also saw, with a heart-rending surge of excitement, that the sight was truly magnificent in its erotic splendor. Looking from bottom to top, she saw first her own love mound, rising up firmly and covered with fine, light colored fuzz. She then saw the thick, dark shaft of Jim's cock, and finally the much darker, much hairier patch surrounding the base of his prick. Seeing the connection between them did wonders for her recuperative powers. The sight, together with the sensation of having his cock rammed halfway into her cunt, was quite enough to send another surge of sensual hunger coursing through her loins.
"Fuck me a little!" she whispered, reaching up to claw at his back with a pressing sense of urgency. "I want to see it going in and out of my cunt! Let me feel it fucking me!"
"That's a very sound reaction," Patti told her approvingly. "It shows that you're losing your inhibitions. It shows, too, that you've got a pretty good idea of what might turn you on even more, and that you're not afraid to ask for it. Those are very desirable signs, if you want to become really adept at sex!"
"I do, I do!" Carrie assured her. "Mmmmmm, it's the yummiest thing in the world! I want to learn everything about it, how to do everything!"
"You'll get a good start before this weekend is over," Patti promised with a wry smile. "We'll see to that, my dear. And after you've become a little more at ease with fucking, I'll show you some positions that will allow you to see his cock working back and forth even better-if you don't mind looking in a mirror, that is!"
Carrie's face betrayed her willingness to learn those positions. She could not imagine anything more powerfully stimulating than seeing a man's prick burrowing between the lips of her pussy and she would gladly have looked into a dozen mirrors in order to have that treat. When Jim began pumping back and forth, she discovered another mightily stirring part of the sexual act. He fucked her with slow, gentle strokes and did not attempt to force his prick deeper into her cunt. The tight little passage naturally contracted somewhat when his prick slipped back, but his forward, inward thrust pressed the walls back into a prick-like shape, affording her continued pleasure.
"Is she tight?" Patti asked, using one hand to stroke her own pussy and reaching behind her husband's buttocks with the other. She began fondling his balls as he fucked the girl and casually rubbed one finger over his asshole. "Does her cunt seem to be pulling you in further?"
"Mmmmm, Lord, is she ever tight!" Jim muttered. "The mouth of her cunt has a bite to it that's almost as strong as yours! And hot? Man, it's like fucking a furnace! Oooohh, get it on, Carrie, get it on strong and let's get all of it up your cunt! Ahhh, baby, I won't hold off much longer-I'll be shooting cum into this rubber before long!"
At that moment Carrie intensely regretted that she had acquiesced to his using a rubber for her first full-fledged sexual encounter. The rubber's tip, and not her man-hungry cunt, would catch his flood of hot sperm and that thought disappointed her greatly. She would have loved feeling his cum spatter the insides of her cunt, filling her to the brim with steaming liquid. She would gladly have risked a pregnancy in order to feel that as-yet unknown sensation. She promised herself then and there that she would begin taking birth control pills as soon as possible and that she would never again allow a man inside her cunt if he had one of those rubbers over his cock.
Jim's extravagant praise of her cunt proved to be almost as effective as his hot, stiff prick in bringing Carrie to another quick peak of sexual satisfaction. She could feel the tension mounting within her loins and she discovered that, by clenching him tightly with her legs and working her hips faster, she could make that tension grow even faster than it normally did. Knowing she would be able to come only after that awesome pressure had mounted to the breaking point, she gladly surrendered herself to her bodily imperative and began throwing her loins up at him with a steady, rolling beat.
"Ohh, you fuck so beautifully!" Patti sighed, working her finger deeper into her husband's asshole and fingerfucking herself faster. "Carrie, you're learning quicker than I thought you would, and darling, you're learning well! Ohh, fuck, darling, fuck him hard and make him come. I'm fingerfucking him in the ass-that'll help him shoot a lot more cum!"
Although she was being gripped by a sexual frenzy which overshadowed any she had ever known before, a portion of Carrie's mind remained clear enough to catch Patti's remark. She would never have thought of putting her finger into a man's ass while he was fucking her, but she accepted the notion without a hint of reluctance. After all, she admitted to herself, she liked to have a finger in her own ass while she was stroking her pussy into heaving life-why shouldn't a man enjoy the same thing? She also conceived the idea of having a man fuck her ass, as well as finger it-the conception of a cock penetrating that absurdly sensitive little opening gave her an added thrill and contributed further to her spiraling sexual pleasure.
Suddenly Carrie became possessed of added energy. Entirely a creature of her tortured nerve endings now, she instinctively raised her legs about Jim's body, bringing them up until her knees snuggled into his armpits. At the same time, she reached down with her right hand, going around her buttock, and began fingering her own asshole. Plentifully lubricated by the vastly productive glands within her cunt, the orifice easily admitted her finger. The added sensation gave her senses another quick rush and she began crying out in genuine anguish, as it seemed that her frantically convulsed womb would never release its pent-up charge.
"Oooohh, fuck me harder!" she pleaded. "Get it in deeper! Make me come! Ahhhh! like that! Faster! Mmmmmm, I'll never come! I can't make it happen! Ooohh, I want to come, I've gotta come, I can't stand it any longer!"
By shifting her position, Carrie had cancelled out some of the previous sources of sexual stimulation which had earlier aroused her so well, though she also gained some advantages. The new position foreshortened her cunt somewhat, as well as making it tighter, so Jim's cock seemed to be penetrating her much deeper and more completely. The shift removed her clitoris from direct contact with the stiff, hotly exciting shaft of his prick, however, and she missed that marvelously stirring sensation. Carrie quickly realized she could supply that stimulation herself and she began rubbing her clitoris with her left hand, almost choking with joy when she felt the first jolt of pleasure.
"Mmmmm, I can feel it getting ready!" she panted, working her hands and hips furiously. "Oooohh, you're going to make me come forever!"
The most important single sensation to her, however, proved to be Jim's mighty climax. Even though he shot his sperm into the rubber's tip, and not directly against the girl's hot little cunt walls, she felt every throb, every jolting leap of that hugely distended rod as it pulsed over and over. She needed only one of those throbs to identify it properly and, knowing that she had brought the man to a climax, she gave herself over completely to her lust-stirred senses.
Jim's big cock had throbbed no more than three times when Carrie's waiting cunt responded with a long, seemingly endless series of jarring thuds. It seemed that the furious waves of pleasure were being wrenched from the depths of her womb, as though Jim's prick was somehow pulling them from her body. Crying out in delirious ecstasy, the girl fingered her clitoris and asshole as she thrashed about on the bed and fucked her way through the long orgasmic surge. When she finally ceased her driving, humping motions, she realized that Jim had also collapsed-he lay upon her, limp and almost lifeless.
CHAPTER TEN
Carrie struggled back to consciousness to find that Patti was talking to her. She managed, by gathering her wits and concentrating, to gather that Patti was congratulating her on having learned so well how to enjoy a man and his cock to the fullest.
"And you didn't seem to be a bit worried about hurting!" Patti concluded.
"Mmmmm, hurting? A beautiful cock like that couldn't possibly hurt a girl!"
"Don't be so sure," Patti warned her. "If he hadn't been extremely thoughtful and considerate, he could have very easily hurt you. And that might have turned you off to fucking for a long time!"
"Thanks for being so considerate and thoughtful!" Carrie said, kissing Jim's cheek. "I don't think I'll ever be turned off to that wonderful stuff, not after you've shown me just how great it can be!"
"The pleasure doesn't end there," Patti told her. "If he'll just get off you and roll over onto his back, I'll show you how you can have another delicious little treat, even though he's temporarily out of action!"
Carrie at once felt her sagging spirits revive upon hearing that. She felt a deep, profound interest in anything having to do with sex, now that she had been fully exposed to it, and Patti's promise set that interest to glowing.
Jim rolled off the girl and lay on his back. Carrie uttered a soft, wailing cry when she felt his cock slip from her cunt's firm grasp. Patti motioned for her to change her position in order to see better and then bent over her husband's loins. Rising up into a sitting position, Carrie saw that Jim's cock had not lost much of its former size-it was still a truly formidable implement and she shuddered involuntarily at the disparity between its generous girth and the narrow confines of her tender cunt.
My God, did he really fuck me with that terrible thing? she asked herself. Mmmmm, did he ever! But it's so large! Yes, and I felt every inch of it! He had it all the way up my cunt when he began letting go with his cum-I remember the way his balls brushed against my hand while I was fingerfucking my asshole! Ohhh, look at the cum he shot into the rubber! Mmmmm, what a heavy-looking load!
The tip of the rubber was full of the creamy sperm! It looked to Carrie's inexperienced eyes as though he had expelled at least a pint of the thick, viscous cream, though in fact the discharge would probably not have filled a demitasse cup. Patti fondled the tool lovingly and squeezed some of the semen out of the tip of the rubber, forcing it to flow down the shaft of his prick. The dark, crinkly hairs growing so richly at the base of his cock and spreading over his balls and nearly up to his navel were matted and damp with the juicy ointment Carrie's desperately aroused cunt had provided. A rich scent of musky sex wafted up from his loins and Carrie felt her brain reeling with powerful lust as the aroma set her senses to working again.
Patti continued fondling his cock, distributing more and more of the sperm throughout the confines of the rubber, and then began tugging the sheath off the thoroughly moistened rod. The rubber came off grudgingly and, as the cuff neared the head of his prick, more and more of the sperm trickled down the big shaft to collect in the hair at its base. Another stream trickled down over his balls, which hung down limply, inert and harmless in their dark bag. As soon as Patti had removed the rubber from his cock, she emptied it onto the recumbent tool and then tossed the sheath aside with a disdainful gesture.
"The damn things! I never could decide if it was worth risking pregnancy in order to feel a man shooting off," she muttered. "Thank God for the Pill!"
"I only wish I were taking it now," Carrie said. "Mmmmm, I'd have loved to have had all that delicious looking stuff in me!"
"Then I'd have had to find the strength to eat your pussy," Jim said, stirring slightly. "That would have settled the issue for good!"
"What? You mean you'd . . . after you'd . . . , " Carrie faltered, unable to put her question into words.
"He loves to eat a well-fucked cunt," Patti said. "A lot of men won't-they seem to be frightened of tasting their own cum. Or someone else's, as the case may be."
"But it tastes a lot different, once it's been in a hot, juicy cunt," Jim explained. "I can't say that I really like the taste fresh from a cock, but in a cunt, when it's been fucked into a rich froth and laced with hot pussy drip and a woman's cum, man, that's a dish fit for four or five kings!"
Patti demonstrated that she had no objection whatever to tasting a man's cum straight from the source, without benefit of leavening in a feminine receptacle. Carrie already knew that, having earlier that day seen her sucking her husband off with the greatest possible enthusiasm, but now, being so close and so intimately involved, she felt an even stronger rush of sexual arousal as she watched the woman begin licking the sperm off Jim's cock. Knowing that her own hot little cunt had helped him produce that flood of sticky, creamy semen, Carrie's heart pounded all the more sturdily when she saw Patti's scarlet tongue, wet and glistening, begin to play over the surface of Jim's cock. It was almost, Carrie decided, as if the woman's abandoned act were drawing the three of them together in a unique bond forged in the fiery heat of her own tenderly throbbing cunt!"
"My God, that's incredibly sensuous!" the girl exclaimed. "Watching you do that to him! Mmmmmm, it looks like the sexiest thing in the world!"
"I'll leave some for you," Patti promised, looking up and smiling in a way that made Carrie's breath catch in her throat. "Ordinarily I'd insist on having it all to myself but since you're something special, I'll make an exception. Perhaps I can sit on his face and let him fuck me with his tongue while I give you some instruction in how to take a man's cock into your mouth and use your tongue to give you both more pleasure than you can imagine!"
Overwhelmed by the woman's generosity, Carrie sat back to watch and learn as much as she could about the strange art being practiced in front of her eyes. Patti did not touch her husband's prick with her hands-she contented herself with bending low and running her lips and tongue over it. When she had cleaned most of the sperm off the tool, she sucked in the head and began working her mouth around, twisting and pulling as she sucked and tongued.
"Lick my balls!" Jim suddenly ordered. "Go on, Carrie, lick the cum off them! Patti's got her mouth so full of cock she can't do it. Help her get me hard and then I'll give her a fuck, the kind I gave you!"
That appeal turned the girl's head completely. Had he asked her to lick his balls simply for his personal pleasure, she might well have rebelled, notwithstanding her considerably physical arousal. His balls looked too hairy and big to be appetizing, but upon being told that her assistance might result in Patti's being able to enjoy the dynamic, thrusting presence of Jim's prick in her cunt, Carrie immediately decided to do what she could to help.
The scent of sex became stronger as she bent over to touch her lips to the man's balls. She discovered that the hair was not offensive and that the big, firmly shaped nuts were immensely exciting when taken into her mouth and rolled about with her tongue. The taste of sperm, bittersweet and saltier than she had imagined, further inspired her to contribute as much as she possibly could to Jim's erotic revival.
"It would be better to let him suck me off once," Patti said, taking her mouth away from his prick for a moment. "We've got him hard enough to do some good but it's too soon after his last come. He wouldn't be able to shoot off but a little bit of cum. And the way I feel, I'm going to want a lot of that hot stuff shooting into my cunt!"
Jim explained the operations of his semen-producing mechanism to the girl, who had never given any thought to the subject. He told her that they would benefit from a short delay, during which the sacs could replenish themselves, and he would then be able to provide Patti with a much more satisfying discharge when he released his lust in her cunt. Carrie was willing to agree to anything having to do with sex. The feel of his balls in her mouth, the taste of his cum, the sight of Patti sucking so effectively, all worked together and left her a slave to her aroused sensuality.
Jim brought a pitcher of milk and glasses from the kitchen area and they took a brief respite from their devotion to the pursuit of sexual pleasure. The break was not a complete one, however. Patti took advantage of the change of pace to produce more of the pictures which had earlier proved so effective in lowering the girl's resistance to lascivious suggestions. She was not sure that Carrie's conversion to total, all-out, unremitting sexuality was as complete as it appeared, and looking at some carefully chosen pictures, she reasoned, would help ensure that the girl's interest remained vivid and strong.
"That's Ann Steed," Patti said, pointing to a woman opening her mouth very wide to receive a seminal blast from a man masturbating into her face. "I suppose she's the most totally oral creature I've ever seen. She can hardly get off at all unless she's sucking someone or something like that. She was supposed to have been here tonight-they're the couple who had to cancel out. And there's Tom, her husband-he's especially fond of fucking women in the ass. I don't suppose you've tried that yet? No? I thought not. But it won't be long before you're experimenting in that direction, I'll bet. Yes, I felt your hand down there-I know you were fingerfucking yourself in the ass while he was fucking your cunt. I've often done it that way, dear, so don't think it's something to be ashamed of. The only thing better, I suppose, is having two men at once!"
Carrie's lust-besieged brain reeled helplessly as she listened to Patti's shrewdly chosen words and watched the bewildering array of pictures the woman pointed out. Her eyes looked hardest at a shot of the man Patti identified as Tom Steed. He was reclining on his back, and Patti herself sat crouched above him. His cock, even thicker than Jim's incredible cunt-stretcher, was considerably shorter, as she had noticed in earlier pictures, and the fat, dark rod was buried almost to the hilt in Patti's asshole!"
There was no mistaking the location of Tom Steed's cock. The photographer-Carrie later learned that it was Jim himself-had taken up a position directly in front of the couple and the print clearly showed Patti's hot, glistening cunt shining above the thick shaft of hard male flesh. There was not a thing penetrating that delectably shaped crevice except the tips of Patti's fingers.
The woman was holding the inner lips well apart, displaying every nook and cranny of the pink slit, and the look of pleasure on her beautiful face made it quite clear that she relished the feel of his prick in that nether opening.
"It doesn't hurt, not after you get used to it," Patti told her, sensing her unasked question. "The first few times, especially if you're trying it with an exceptionally well-hung man, can be painful, but even that is a pain you can quickly learn to love! And once your ass loses some of its tenderness, then you can really get the maximum enjoyment from a man!"
"Yes, I remember that I was a little sore after I started fingerfucking my ass," Carrie mused, allowing herself to drift back in time for a moment and relive that first marvelously exciting afternoon when she had discovered the extreme sensitivity of her anus. "But that didn't last long!"
"Right! And a cock is exactly the same," Patti said. MI wouldn't recommend that you start that with Jim, though-he's really too large for anyone but a very experienced anal person. You'll get there, though, dear!"
"Jim's willing to do about anything to make a woman feel good, isn't he?" Carrie asked. "I mean, whatever it takes to make her come, he'd do it, right?"
"And how!" he said, returning at that moment. "If the woman doesn't get off, I'd just as soon not even bother with her. I can't imagine anything worse than getting into bed with a woman who can't have an orgasm!"
"God, I guess that puts me in the right category!" Carrie said, laughing. "I thought I was going to come forever when you were fucking me!"
They spent a half hour in drinking their milk and looking through the pictures in the album. An amazing number of the shots featured men expelling their creamy sperm onto women, either onto their bellies, their pussies, their breasts or their faces, and Carrie conceived an absurd but nevertheless compellingly powerful urge to experience the same type of pleasure.
"It's terribly exciting, seeing a man's cock begin to shoot cum," Patti told her when she voiced that sentiment. "I love to feel the hot juice pouring over my nipples, or perhaps shooting up against the lips of my pussy. Mmmmmm, I could almost go for that right now!"
Instead, she settled for straddling Jim's face and rubbing her pussy against his waiting, willing mouth. She mounted him in the reverse position, which allowed her to watch Carrie begin initiation into the delightful art of cocksucking. Jim's prick quickly resumed its fully erect state, due to the caresses of her youthful fingers and her hot, pressing lips.
"He won't shoot off yet," Patti told her as Carrie began working her mouth around the stiff, flaring head of his cock. "You're just making more cum gather in his balls, so he'll shoot off stronger when he finally lets go!"
"That's what I want to happen," Carrie said. "I want him to shoot so much cum up your cunt you'll come forever, just like I did!"
Patti gave her several helpful tips about the use of her tongue, especially counseling her to use that organ to press the man's prick against the roof of her mouth and thereby deliver more friction to the exquisitely sensitive surface of the big tool. Carrie also learned how to use her hand in collaboration with her mouth, jacking him off at the same time she was sucking him. Jim interrupted his steady, relentless licking of Patti's hot pussy long enough to corroborate that advice. Thus doubly assured that her work would bear powerful fruit, Carrie bent herself to exciting the man to the utmost and shuddered with pleasure when he began arching his hips upward, fucking his prick into her mouth.
Patti worked one quick climax out of her turgid, overheated womb before Jim announced that he was at a suitable point for the kind of fucking she wanted at that moment. Gasping and crying frantically, she worked her hips back and forth with short, choppy hip-thrusts and begged him to work his tongue deeper into her cunt in order to give her the most powerful pleasure possible. The fury of her orgasm, the totally uninhibited way she gave vent to her feelings, the rich, fruity flavor of her cunt's effusion as her womb churned out the spasms of joy, all helped bring Jim close to another peak of sexual sensation.
"Hurry up and get on me," he panted when she had somewhat recovered from her orgasmic convulsions. "God, she's sucking me like crazy! I feel like I'll shoot off in her mouth really soon! Mmmmmm, she's a wonder!"
Even though Carrie hated releasing his cock from her mouth and thereby foregoing the joy of receiving his seminal blast squarely in her throat, she found a certain pleasure in giving him over to his wife. Her sense of gratitude to Patti compelled this-she felt totally at the woman's beck and call for having been so understanding about her earlier transgressions. She therefore pulled her lips away from Jim's cock without hesitation.
"Let me put it in you!" she muttered, watching closely as Patti moved down his body and prepared to bring her pussy over the big, meaty weapon. "You did it for me, let me do it for you now!"
Patti naturally agreed, wanting to feel the girl's hands on her pussy, and she could hardly keep from crying out with joy when Carrie's tender, trusting fingers closed upon the lips of that hugely excited slit and spread them wide apart. Carrie noticed that the opening to Patti's cunt was somewhat larger than her own diminutive, adolescent opening-she had not thought to look at that opening since Jim had dilated it with his stupendously large cock and she took a certain pride in contrasting the two cuntal crevices. Jim proved that he valued his wife's cunt, however, by giving a loud, enthusiastic grunt of approval when he felt her cunt's rim glide over the head of his cock and grasp it with a firm, unyielding grip of pure feminine power.
Carrie watched breathlessly as he drove his prick up through her right hand, shoving the turgid rod up between the widespread lips of the woman's pussy and into her waiting cunt. The sight was easily the most arousing thing she had ever witnessed. She knew she would not be able to keep from massaging the lips of her own pussy and giving herself another come while watching them complete their lovemaking. She hunched her hips and fucked her cunt against her waiting finger a few times, then wailed weakly and surrendered to the irreversible demands of her own flesh.
Jim did not wait long before supplying his own seal of approval, and Patti, aroused as much by Carrie's abandoned behavior as by her husband's strong, manly cock, also began to come. They were both gripped in the shuddering throes of orgasm even before Carrie's climax had run its course and, groaning almost in unison, the trio worked their way through another bout of sexual ecstasy.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Carrie received the benefits of one more type of sexual pleasure before dropping off to sleep that night. After Jim had expelled his load of cum into Patti's eager, welcoming cunt, the woman lifted herself off his cock and invited Carrie to take it into her mouth.
"Try it, you'll like it!" the woman urged, laughing at the weak witticism. "See if it doesn't taste different after it's been soaked in a cunt for a while! I'm sure you'll love it, dear!"
Carrie had been hoping to be allowed that rare treat and her heart leaped on hearing Patti's utterly lewd invitation. The girl quickly bent forward to catch the man's cock, fresh from her benefactress's cunt. The thick, wilting rod was not in the open air for more than a second or two when she capped it with her hot mouth. As Patti had promised, the mingled taste of their adult excitement lent a special piquancy to the big, well-used cock and Carrie finger-fucked herself into yet another orgasm as she sucked the thick tool. The experience merely heightened her desire to service him entirely with her mouth at the earliest opportunity-she wanted more than ever to feel his prick bulging within her mouth and shooting out those incredibly strong spurts of steaming, lust-warmed love cream.
"You'll be able to have that pleasure too," Patti assured her as they rearranged themselves on the big bed before going to sleep. "But there's something you might think about-what if you were to have pricks in both your cunt and your mouth at the same time? Now that, my dear, is indeed a treat!"
"I can just imagine," Carrie murmured, wriggling her tired, overworked body at the thought of so entrancing a possibility. "Mmmmmm, that sounds wild! You've done that, haven't you? Yes, I remember seeing pictures of you in just that situation! Oh, you've done so much that I want to try!"
"Just wait," Patti promised. "We'll see about expanding your education a bit more tomorrow. For the moment, though, we'd better give up and get a good night's sleep."
Carrie was the first to awaken the next morning. She lay beside Jim, who occupied the center spot, for several moments. Acutely conscious of her pussy, which ached steadily, she let her mind run over the fantastic series of events in which she had participated within the last twenty-four hours. After reliving each of those lascivious episodes, she had to conclude that she had indeed taken a giant step away from her mother's moral teachings. She began feeling guilty about having indulged her sensual nature, what she called the "evil part" of herself-these guilt feelings mounted higher until Jim stirred in his sleep, pushing the sheet down his naked body and exposing his cock to her inquiring eyes.
That's the thing that did me in, Carrie thought as she eyed the big tool, which was in a state of semi-erection, and it's almost fuckable again! Ooohh, how could it be wrong to do those things when it all felt so good? I don't understand it, really I don 't. God, the way I enjoyed having that thing rammed up my cunt! Mother would just die if she even got a hint of what we were doing!
Before Carrie could think her way out of the moral quandary in which she found herself, Patti woke up. The woman became fully awake almost instantly and sat up with bright, clear eyes. Experienced and wise in the ways of cunts and hearts, she understood at once the girl's perplexity.
"Look at it this way," she said, giving Carrie a warm, glowing smile. "You can almost always trust your heart and cunt. Your mind, though, that's filled with all sorts of garbage people have made you learn. Much of it is quite wrong. When you look at Jim's cock, what do you feel? Deep down inside, I mean? Can you feel your body talking to you?"
"Yes!" Carrie whispered, unable to deny the reality of the warm tingles spreading outward from her clitoris. "It's telling me that I must have more of that cock! Isn't that awful of me?"
Patti laughed gently and assured the girl that it was not at all awful. She swung out of bed and suggested that they go into the kitchen area, where they could begin making preparations for breakfast. Carrie followed, adopting Patti's habit of nudity without question. The pair poured themselves orange juice and sipped quietly for a time.
"How does your pussy feel this morning?" Patti suddenly asked.
"Mmmmm, raw and sore!" Carrie answered, flushing.
"That's understandable," Patti replied. "Look in that cabinet over there-you'll find a container of hand cream. Put some of it on your hand and rub it into your pussy. It'll do wonders to soothe you. And besides, when did a woman ever not need to have her twat rubbed?"
Carrie laughed self-consciously but followed the suggestion. The hand cream, slightly medicated, was cool to the touch, but she found it highly soothing to her pussy. She also found that the action of her cream-coated fingers proved to be more than a little stimulating. Patti had known that would be the case, and had made the suggestion as much for that reason as out of concern for the condition of the girl's sore sex organ.
"You're standing at a sort of crossroads," Patti said, once she was certain that Carrie was becoming more aroused. The stiffening nipples and darkening aureoles on the girl's breasts confirmed that for her. "You're wondering now whether you did something just awful yesterday, whether we've led you into paths of sin and wickedness, as your mother would say. Well, you ought to know where I stand on that question! But I'm telling you, Carrie, you ought to make a decision today. If you turn your back on what happened yesterday and last night, if you deny all those wonderful, beautiful things we did together, then you might well be saying goodbye to a sane, highly enjoyable sex life forever! Or at least for a long time!"
Carrie said nothing. She continued rubbing her pussy as she thought over the woman's warning. She suspected that Patti might be telling the truth, and she did feel as though she might be at some critical junction of her life. Though her mother's teachings remained vividly clear in her mind, they were more than outmatched by the striking memories of the pleasure she had experienced the night before.
"If you want my opinion," Patti continued after a brief but highly charged silence had fallen between them, "I think you ought to get yourself fucked again, right away, as soon as possible. That will confirm what you began learning yesterday and it will assure you beyond all belief. I know it's hard to make a firm decision like that, especially at your age, but believe me, Carrie, the best thing is to plunge right ahead. You'll feel better afterward, I know!"
"Yes, but who? the girl asked. "I.. . well, I can't just walk up to some fellow and ask him to fuck me, can I?"
Patti smiled broadly and assured the girl that she would not have to do the asking. Any knowledgeable male would be doing the asking, she said, and Carrie would only have to choose which one she wanted.
"For the rest of the weekend, of course, you'll have Jim, or as much of him as I can spare," Patti said, ignoring the bright flush her remark brought to the girl's cheeks. "And there are the boys, of course. I don't believe we'll accomplish anything by pretending that yesterday didn't happen. As a matter-of-fact, I've been considering the idea of teaching them myself! Ahh, the idea of incest strikes a peculiar chord in your heart, doesn't it? You mustn't be shocked, dear. I've often wanted to have them, or part of them, back in my cunt. That's where they began their life, remember! Jim and I have talked about it often, and he agrees that it would be highly exciting to watch me making love with them'
Carrie sucked in a startled breath as she tried to find words adequate to the occasion. Once again, Patti's artful choice of words persuaded the girl to look favorably upon a situation she might otherwise have abhorred. By pointing out that she had once before had the boys in her cunt, she removed much of the stigma which Carrie associated with incest.
"I think you're the most wonderful person in the world!" Carrie exclaimed, looking over at the woman as her eyes filled with tears of gratitude. 'To take me into your home like this, to take so much time teaching me about these things, to share your husband and sons with me, it's all.. . just too much!"
Tommy interrupted their conversation by emerging from his bedroom at that moment. Still a little dazed by the after-effects of the Valium, he blinked and rubbed his eyes as he stumbled toward them. He was stark naked and his cock, semi-stiff with an early-morning erection, swung limply at half-mast. Carrie's eyes fastened on that tool at once and she became even more acutely conscious of her pussy. She ceased rubbing the tender slit as Tommy emerged from his room but the sight of the youth's naked flesh, especially his generously proportioned cock, acted as an even more powerful aphrodisiac.
"No, don't bother with clothing," Patti said when Tommy finally realized they were all naked.
"We're going to include Carrie in all our practices up here and that will mean doing without clothes! Besides, I believe she prefers looking at you that way!"
Tommy accepted a glass of orange juice, plus a couple of aspirins Patti suggested for his throbbing head, but declined anything more substantial.
"I imagine you're wondering about our decision as to the situation your father discovered last evening," Patti said after he had finished the juice. She had caught the surreptitious glances he had directed toward Carrie's lusciously firm little breasts and had guessed, correctly, that he was forming a solid, hot desire for the girl. "As a matter-of-fact, the only thing I have to say is that you were highly irresponsible in trying to fuck her without contraception. As for wanting to get your prick into her cunt, though, your father and I agree that your decision was a sound one. If you want to carry it out this morning, I'm perfectly willing to give whatever help I can!"
Carrie gave a startled gasp of embarrassment. She was far from prepared for such a direct confrontation of the problem. The woman had succeeded only too well in getting the thing out into the open, however blunt her method, and they could not now deny the obvious facts of the matter. Tommy looked over at his mother and grinned happily, then turned his face toward Carrie. The girl saw desire plainly written on his face and she felt her pussy become enveloped with flame.
"I have an idea you might want to try," Patti said when neither of the youngsters could manage to speak. "One of our friends left some vaginal foam here last week. It isn't the best contraceptive in the world but it's pretty good. Carrie, if you want to try it, I'll show you how to use it and then you can feel Tommy shooting his cum into your cunt!"
"Ohhh, let me try it!" Carrie whispered, ducking her face but unable to turn down so pleasing an invitation. "God, I'll do anything to feel that happening to me!"
Patti smiled and directed her to the living room portion of the lodge's main room, then disappeared into the bathroom. She emerged shortly afterward with a tube of vaginal foam and an applicator. She showed Carrie how to fill the applicator tube from the container and advised her about how to insert it.
"Just sit there on the couch and run it up your cunt slowly," Patti said. 'Tommy and I will watch. That ought to be exciting for us, too. I'll let you have a double portion-it'll be messy after a while but I think it'll be worth the mess if it keeps you from getting pregnant!"
Carrie brought her feet up so she could place her heels on the front edge of the couch, and leaned back as she began fumbling with her pussy and trying to get the applicator introduced into the taut little opening. She had adopted the same position the day before when Tommy had been starting to shove his cock into the same orifice. Realizing that and seeing him standing there before her, naked and flagrantly aroused, gave her tender nerve endings another burst of sensual fervor.
"Jean-she's the one who left the foam-says it's not a bad trip just to fuck yourself with the applicator," Patti said as the tube's nozzle easily slipped between the moist, slippery lips of the girl's pussy. "I've tried fucking myself with things like that but they'll never replace pricks!"
Carrie would have agreed with that sentiment had she not been so intent on getting the tube fully inserted. Its presence gave her a certain stimulation but it was nothing compared to the jolting, electrically charged sensations which had possessed her body when she had felt Jim's big prick plow its way into her cunt. Cold, lifeless plastic could never replace hot, living flesh, she quickly decided. She placed the applicator tube properly, expelled the charge of foam and then re-loaded the applicator as Patti had directed. She deposited another load of foam deep inside her cunt and then laid the applicator aside.
Tommy came toward her without hesitation. Patti came to the couch with him and watched as he knelt before the girl, prick in hands and ready for action. Carrie needed no reminding to do her part. She pulled the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the dainty little crevice between them, and felt a surge of womanly power as she noticed the entranced way in which both Patti and Tommy looked at the treasure between her fingers. Their open adoration helped her immensely, relieving her of any embarrassment. She felt only a sense of pride in her own body, that it could command such evident admiration from others.
Tommy placed the head of his prick against the girl's pussy and began working it around, stimulating her with the blunt, stubby tip. Carrie whimpered weakly and reached down to take it, intending to place it in spots where she especially wanted to feel its warm, super-sexy presence, but she had miscalculated-Tommy was far more aroused than she had expected and he had little of his father's amazing control over his sexual response. The excitement of the situation, the erotic thrill of watching Carrie prepare herself for his cock, had raised his young body to an incredibly high level of sexual stimulation. When he felt her lithe, supple young cunt closing around the head of his prick as he pressed the rigid tool into the opening, he shuddered heavily and gave a lurching, spasmodic jerk. Her cunt mouth, plentifully oiled with the juices generated by her own arousal, parted to admit him further and his cock slid easily into the tight, clutching little opening.
"He's almost ready to come!" Patti muttered, herself surprised by the abruptness of her son's climax. "Tighten up on him, Carrie-make your cunt bite down on his prick! Make him shoot off hard! Let him come and make it a hard one!"
Carrie could look down and see almost all of Tommy's prick, even the part closest to the lips of her pussy. She quivered frantically as she watched the thick, hard shaft, now discolored and darkened by the lust she had raised in it. She saw his balls leap about in their sac and then she saw the thick-shafted tool swell and bulge dramatically as the first convulsion of orgasmic delight swept through its length.
"Ohh, come!" she murmured, hoping to incite the lad into as fervent a display of his passion as possible. "Shoot your cum up my cunt, Tommy! Let me feel all of it! Ahhh, now I can feel it. You're getting it on all the way and your cum's squirting all over my cunt! Mmmmm, do it, Tommy, do it to me and make me come too!"
She reached down to stroke her lust-hardened clitoris. That stirring sensation, together with the unforgettable feel of his big cock pulsing and spitting out jets of hot, sticky love-cream within her cunt, was quite enough to send her frantically aroused cunt into a whirlwind of joyous explosion. Grunting and shuddering as the spasms mounted to a quick but highly effective crescendo, she stroked her pussy and swayed her hips from side to side as Tommy's cock continued spurting.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Pat emerged from the bedroom he shared with Tommy just as his brother began his long, furious, strenuous climax. No one noticed him at first-they were all intent on witnessing or experiencing, each in his or her own way, the tense, dramatic moment. Patti was the first to see the boy and she motioned him toward them.
"We've decided that Carrie ought to be admitted into our family on a full participating basis," she told him. "And that will naturally include fucking and sucking! Just be patient, dear, and perhaps she'll feel up to letting you have a turn between her thighs. My, from the looks of you, I shouldn't wonder if she'd insist on it!"
It had been several months since Patti had seen her younger son's cock in a state of full erection, as it decidedly was at that moment, and she was astounded at the youth's sexual development. The tool was every bit as large as Tommy's, which meant that she had, within her own family, three cocks that were all decidedly above the average in length and thickness! One of them, the stallion-like projectile fastened to the base of her husband's belly, was a great deal larger than most, as she well knew, and that knowledge gave her a deep sense of satisfaction.
Carrie had felt incredibly strong sensual vibrations flowing out from her clitoris when Tommy's big cock had begun throbbing and pulsing, each spasm releasing another frighteningly intense jet of scalding cream into the heated recesses of her cunt. She had felt every twitch of his prick with a piercing, all-encompassing clarity. She had not felt the tool's actions in quite the same way as if she had been holding it in her hands-the quality of the good feeling had a subtle but very real difference-but still she had been supremely aware of what was happening inside her young body. She would later find that the double charge of vaginal foam had somewhat deadened the impact of Tommy's cum as it spattered against the walls of her cunt, but even so she had received much more of the orgasmic fluid than when Jim had been shooting off inside the rubber protecting his cock.
"God, it was outasight!" she whispered, leaning back against the couch and giving a weak, whimpering sigh. "Mmmmmm, his cock felt better than anything I could ever have imagined! Ohh, I loved it so much!"
"You'll love it just as much when you feel a guy shooting off in your mouth," Patti told her. "Ah, there's nothing like taking a man's cum in your mouth, feeling his cock turn into a fountain, tasting the cum hot from his balls, swallowing it and sucking the last sweet drops out of his prick! It's a completely different trip, Carrie!"
"And what about when they shoot it up your asshole?" the girl asked, remembering several of the pictures showing Patti's lovely ass being penetrated to the core by sturdy masculine tools. "Can you feel it then? Does it feel as good?"
"It all depends on how sensitive your asshole is," Patti advised her. "Some women have very little feeling back there. But from the way you've learned how to finger your own ass, I'd say the chances are really quite good that you'll love having a prick there, too. Mmmmm, I certainly hope so. I think a woman ought to be able to use every avenue to pleasure."
"Say, do you really think I'll ever be able to stand it, getting fucked in the ass?" Carrie asked, remembering the tightness of her anus. "I mean, it's so small and everything. At least, compared to my cunt."
"Of course you will," Patti assured her. "You might have to work harder at learning how to relax the muscles back there, but you can certainly manage it, I'm sure. I couldn't have stood it with Jim when I was just beginning to experiment with that kind of lovemaking, but I was lucky. The man who introduced me to that kind of fucking didn't have a very large cock and he was very understanding. I'll show you some things later that ought to help you, if you're really intent on learning how to take a cock in the ass!"
"I want to!" Carrie firmly stated, vowing that she would not rest until she had learned every phase of the sexual arts. "Ohh, I want to learn how!"
"Suppose we put that off until later," Patti suggested. "I've got another suggestion that you might like. Suppose you begin learning a little more about giving head, huh? Would you like to taste Tommy's cock now that he's had it way up your cunt and let it bathe in his cum?"
The outrageously lewd proposal immediately raised a storm of desire in Carrie's heart. The notion of feeling the youth fire off those exquisitely thrilling jets of cum and then being able to saturate her taste buds with their unique flavor stirred her to the core. She quickly agreed, her eyes lighting up with fierce passion, and she became even more enthusiastic when Patti added another proposal-namely, that she allow young Pat to fuck her cunt at the same time she took Tommy's wet, cunt-smeared prick in her mouth.
"I don't know whether I'll be able to stand it!" she breathed as her nipples and clitoris began throbbing in hungry, fiery unison. "Man, to have two pricks at the same time, that's just too much!"
"You may have them," Patti told her, "and I'll sit here and finger-fuck myself until you've had your fill. Mmmmmm, Pat looks as though his balls have a quart of cum locked inside! I'm sure you'll be able to find the key to releasing it, though. I really envy you, having them both this way!"
Patti leaned back against the couch's arm rest, facing the youthful trio and placed her left leg on the couch's back. She brought her right foot up onto the front edge of the seat and allowed her knee to drop far over, so they could easily look to the side and see every detail as she began caressing her lovely, cum-encrusted pussy with light, fleeting touches of her highly skilled fingers.
She had gone to sleep the night before with one hand clasped over her pussy. As usual, she had rubbed Jim's seminal offering over the lips of that extravagantly sensitive slit, catching the flow with her fingers as it oozed from the mouth of her cunt and spreading it over every part of her loins. Since waking up she had been in a virtually continuous state of sexual arousal, most of it heavy enough to provoke a steady flow of warm cunt oils from inside her body. Those oils glinted wetly as she spread her thighs and proudly displayed the dark, hairy slit between them. Supremely aware of her sexual charm, she derived a great deal of pleasure from showing her pussy to others and the eager, almost hungry way Carrie and her sons looked at that delectable treat was quite enough to assure her of its lasting beauty.
"Don't be too hasty with her," she advised Pat, who was kneeling in front of Carrie and preparing to launch his prick up her well-used cunt. "Tommy's cock ought to have loosened her up somewhat, but you should still be very gentle and careful when you're putting your prick in her. Remember, boys, a woman never objects to a gentle approach-there may be times when she wants hard, rough, brutal treatment but she'll never complain if you're gentle!"
"Man, if she's been loosened up then I can't wait to try fucking her fresh!" Pat exclaimed as he lodged the head of his cock in the mouth of Carrie's juicy, tingling cunt and felt her finely conditioned muscles force that tight little rim around his flesh with a fine show of receptiveness. "It's like she was grabbing me with her hand! Except that a hand job was never like this!"
The lad's praise heartened Carrie immeasurably, making her all the more intent on finishing the task she had begun. Tommy had climbed up onto the couch and stood there, feet wide apart and digging into the cushions as he lowered his loins and brought his slippery, creamy shaft closer to the girl's waiting lips.
Carrie felt the blood thicken in her veins and begin rushing through her body, infecting every tissue with lusty anticipation as she saw the wet, hot condition of the big tool that had just fucked her cunt into frenzied delight. Clots of his cum had gathered on the big prong, especially in the deep groove separating the head from the shaft. Her tongue protruded slightly when she saw the pearly evidence of his climax on that dark flesh. The hair at the base of his cock was damp and matted from the ultimate moment when he had pressed himself against her pussy with a blind, unthinking fury. Her cunt had been fucked into a wet, creamy froth by that time and the richly scented oils had flowed out profusely, wetting his loins as well as her own. Tommy pulled back the foreskin of his big cock and made it look all the more attractive to her. Carrie moaned incoherently as she leaned forward to greet the glistening sexual object that came ever closer to her tingling lips.
She got her mouth around the head of Tommy's cock, which proved to be a much easier task than performing the same feat on his father's vastly larger prick. She inhaled deeply as she took the firm rod into her mouth. The scent of his cock reeking with the raw sexual aroma of their furious fucking session, sent her brain into a whirl of anxious lust. The taste of the tool, however, proved to be even more frantically arousing.
Carrie's experience the night before, when she had tasted Jim's strong, mature cum, proved to be somewhat misleading in this instance. Where she had been expecting Tommy's sperm to have that same indelible, penetrating taste, she found that instead the boy's ejaculate had a much more delicate taste, something like slightly salty whipped cream. And of course there was the distinctly different but equally stirring taste of her own cunt mixed with that vastly pleasing seminal taste-that, too, gave the girl an extra jolt of sexual energy. If her pussy had been singing before she received her first taste of freshly fucked cock, it now burst into a mighty symphony of glorious feeling. She rolled her head from side to side and dug her tongue into the big, flavorful prick with rapidly growing abandon.
At almost the same moment, she received another powerful thrill when Pat forced his cock into the mouth of her cunt and plunged a couple of inches into the hotly oiled tunnel. If she had had the presence of mind to examine her sensations objectively, she would have had to admit that she felt nothing different from the times Tommy had penetrated that same throbbing cleft, or even when Jim had pressed those lips apart and breached the sensitive gap with his much larger cock. But she was not capable of performing any such feat, so instead she received the deliciously pleasing thrust with a multitude of sensations and thoughts. Foremost among the latter, she found, was the strangely exciting realization that Pat was fucking her cunt while it was still filled with his brother's cum! That thought struck her with a quick, vitalizing power that brought her senses to a state of advanced desire. Accordingly, she began writhing her hips, forcing her young but highly active cunt to grip and caress his prick with a skill which few women could have matched.
God, she fucks so beautifully! Pat thought as she slipped two fingers between the lips of her own pussy and began exercising the mouth of her cunt. She's got to be one of the most sensual creatures in the world, I know it! And to be cursed with an uptight, straight-arrow mother like hers! Well, I can only hope she'll have sense enough to see the advantages of all we can offer her this weekend. Mmmmm, look at that expression on her face! She loves to be fucked in the mouth, I can tell it right now! And that Pat! My, he's a busy little fucker, shoving that tool of his in like a pile driver!
Patti worked the fingers deeper into her cunt, shuddering with mounting fervor, and used the index finger of her other hand to tease the firmly molded rosebud marking the entrance to her ass. Plentifully coated with her cunt's ripe juices, the little crevice parted easily and soon she had virtually all of her finger rammed into her ass. At the same time, she worked her other fingers as far up her cunt as they would go and then began heaving against her hands.
Pat reached out to touch Carrie's breasts as he jiggled back and forth. The dark little cherries responded with thudding jolts of delight as his fingers caressed them. That delight was quickly transmitted to her cunt and she began fucking him with even more powerful thrusts of her hips. She was mostly conscious, however, of Tommy's big cock.
Even he would not ordinarily have been able to indulge in serious sexual activity so soon after a climax had he not been fired with an all-consuming desire at that moment. He felt every touch of her tongue, every caress it lavished on his stiff, pounding prick, and his balls responded with' a superhuman endeavor. He began fucking her mouth with care, matching his thrusts and twists to the rhythm of her tongue and lips. More and more of his prick slipped into her mouth. She reached up to caress his balls with one hand, cupping his tight little buttocks with the other. The nuts felt as large as ever, inspiring her with the desire to empty them once more, and her fingers raised his level of excitement even higher.
Pat leaned forward as far as he could and wriggled his head between his brother's widespread thighs. He planted his lips on Carrie's left nipple and caressed its twin with his left hand. She rolled her shoulders from side to side and thrust her aching breasts against his hand and mouth more firmly. At the same time, his bending position altered the angle at which his cock entered the cramped mouth of her cunt, and the rigid, flame-hot shaft gently scored her swollen clitoris.
Carrie lurched madly against him, desperately eager for more of the blinding sensation that threatened to rip her in two. Squirming with mad desire, she allowed her hips to generate their own stimulation. Her tongue curled lovingly around. Tommy's big cock and held it in a death grip as she began bobbing her head back and forth, forcing her mouth to slip up and down the thick, tasty morsel. She was reminded of the way her cunt had similarly held the same tool and loved it into an orgy of fountainous, flooding cum.
Inspired by that memory, Carrie formed the notion of duplicating the work her cunt had performed, except doing it with her mouth. She consciously tried making her lips into a cunt and, for several moments, it actually seemed to her that she had miraculously developed two of those lusciously tight, fantastically sensitive apertures. Tommy entered into the game with relish, even though he did not know exactly what she was thinking. The way she sucked and tongued at his stiff, trembling cock could not have inspired a lesser reaction from him.
Pat gave a weak, despairing cry when he felt the telltale flicker of imminent explosion in his loins. He knew what that tickling sensation portended and he began fucking the girl even more furiously, seeking to heighten the violence of his climax and to relieve himself with special vehemence. Although most of her consciousness centered upon
Tommy's cock, which still bore exciting hints of her cunt and his own cum, Carrie had enough awareness of Pat and his actions to put still more emphasis on the bobbing, driving, thrusting motions of her hips. Clenching the cheeks of her ass and drawing her abdominal muscles tighter still, she squeezed his prick as hard as she could, using only her cunt. The decidedly stronger friction helped bring the lad to an even quicker orgasm.
"Unngghhh! I'm coming!" Pat whimpered, fucking hard and holding tightly to the girl's naked body. "Mmmmm, my cock's melting! Ooooohhh, I can't stop coming! I'm gonna come forever!"
His cum was every bit as forceful and as plentiful as Tommy's notwithstanding his tender years, and Carrie's tender cunt answered every spurt of that marvelously soothing sperm with a powerful contraction. As Pat pushed further into her cunt and continued to shoot out those gushing jets of cum, his balls whipped smartly against the girl's asshole. She quivered from head to foot at that unusual contact and continued sucking Tommy's hot cock.
Patti, watching intently, smiled tenderly when she saw the beginning of Pat's orgasm. She would have loved being on the receiving end of that mighty flood of cum-and she could see plainly enough that it was a truly lavish display of lustful pleasure-but she believed that her long-range goals would be better served by giving Carrie an opportunity to have both the boys as much as she wanted. The sight of those lusty youths, one fucking his big prick into Carrie's willing mouth and the other shoving an equally large tool into the girl's cunt, was quite enough to stir her profoundly. She dug hard with her fingers, stimulating her cunt and asshole with harsh, brutal thrusts, and soon had her reward in the form of another long, heaving, groaning burst of orgasmic release.
Carrie had almost recovered from the climax she had when Pat released his incredibly strong geyser of cum in her cunt. Now she found that Tommy was almost at that exact same stage! Pat lay still against her but his prick remained firmly lodged in her cunt, giving her plenty of stimulation in order to complete her task of satisfying both of them. She squeezed Tommy's balls gently, as though she wanted to force the last charge of love-cream from them. He thrust down hard, nearly driving his cock's big head into her throat, then pulled back slightly.
"Now suck it hard!" he muttered, trembling heavily. "Mmmmmm, suck it good, Carrie-suck it and I'll shoot your mouth full of cum!"
Carrie was somewhat surprised when she felt the first preliminary twitch of his prick-expecting a shower of steaming, lust-heated cum, she received nothing from him at first. His balls gave a mighty leap a second later, however, and then she felt the warm, soothing flow of sperm rocket against the back of her mouth. She swallowed hurriedly, sensing that another powerful jet would soon follow, and the taste of his cum, wondrously thrilling and inflaming her mind with countless lascivious impulses, set her tongue into a final flurry of activity.
Sucking, caressing and swallowing all at once, Carrie took every drop of the youth's voluminous discharge. It easily flowed down her throat and the aftertaste lingered long after he had weakly lowered himself onto the couch at her side. She lay back, running her hands over Pat's naked back and moaning softly as she continued to enjoy the feel of his cock in her cunt.
"Mmmmmm, it's like nothing else in the world!" she purred, blinking her eyes rapidly and trying to focus on Patti, who now sat in a more relaxed pose, though she continued rubbing a fingertip up and down the lips of her pussy. "I think I could eat cock forever! And that cum! Just the best stuff ever!"
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Patti brought a towel to put under Carrie's hips, where it would catch the flow of sperm and vaginal foam which erupted from the girl's cunt. Tommy bent over her and tasted the creamy brew but he declared that the foam ruined the flavor, a decision with which Pat fully agreed. Patti did not urge them to go down on the girl at that moment. She would gladly have done so herself but she feared Carrie might think she was a secret homosexual and revolt against all that she had learned.
Jim wandered in as Patti was fitting the towel under the girl's ass. He had shaved and was in fine form. Carrie devoured his naked body with her eyes and could easily have been persuaded to submit to his advances. His prick, long and broad, swung easily from its mooring place between his thighs, and she looked at the husky prong with obvious interest.
"You'll get your chance at him after a while," Patti told her, smiling at the insatiable hunger
Carrie was displaying. "Suppose we have ourselves a nice brunch first? That might do us all a world of good."
"Tommy, you and Pat come with me," Jim said. "I've got a little chore for us and we can do it while the coffee's making."
He led them to a storage shed outside the cottage and opened it. They took out a very large, heavy cardboard box and wrestled it back into the cottage. Jim opened it and began dragging out great folds of some kind of stiff, heavy material. Carrie and Patti exchanged puzzled looks as they divided their time between preparing the brunch and watching him work. Obviously, they had no idea what he was doing.
"Now go bring me that pump we use for inflating the rubber raft," Jim said to Tommy. "It'll be clear before long what this is all about."
He fastened the pump's nozzle to a fixture on the object he had brought from the box and began pumping. For several minutes his work had no discernible effect but gradually the purpose of the exercise, as well as the nature of the object, became clearer.
"It's a bed!" Patti cried. "An air mattress."
"Right," Jim agreed. "And it's got a corduroy cover, so it'll be warm to our bodies. I figure it'll be almost like a water bed."
"Hey, that's beautiful!" Patti said. "And so big! My, it must be eight or nine feet square!"
"Nine feet exactly," Jim told her. "And from the looks of what was left when I came out of the bedroom this morning, I'd say that we might need every square inch of it!"
"Carrie and I both woke up in a very horny mood," the woman explained, "and the boys seemed to be touched with the same malady. There must be a lot of it going around. So, we decided to do something about it!"
"I came down with a touch of it myself," Jim said, giving her a look of pure desire, "so I suppose you'd better start cooking me up a batch of whatever it is that cures that illness!"
"I'm cooking something else," Patti laughed. "What it takes to cure the blue hornies is already hot! I'll be ready to serve that up to you as soon as you finish pumping up that bed and have some of this food!"
She was as good as her word. Carrie had never seen adults in pre-coital sex play. Her father had died at an early age and her mother abhorred men in general, so she found it highly instructive, not to say amusing and exciting to watch Patti and Jim. Patti kept one hand almost constantly at work in Jim's lap as she cleaned her plate. She made no effort to hide the fact that she was playing with his cock and making it hard.
After finishing her food, she dribbled a spoonful of marmalade onto his cock, then knelt down in front of him to lick the sticky, sweet goo off the tool. He praised her lip work lavishly, then made her resume her seat as he festooned her pussy with grape jam, his personal favorite. He spread it generously over the dark, ripe slit and then licked every trace of it off.
"You might do well to go into the bathroom and douche," Patti said to Carrie, who was watching them with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Go along, wash all that gunk out, and then we can put another charge of foam into that sweet little hole of yours. I'm sure you're going to be engaged in some activities that will require it!"
That was exactly the thought foremost in Carrie's mind and she complied with the suggestion, though she hated to leave the room and miss so much as a minute of the couple's abandoned love play. Tommy and Pat eased her dilemma by going with her, saying that they wanted to watch her wash her cunt out. She nodded her agreement to that and found she derived far more excitement than she would have expected, just from running the syringe into her cunt while they squatted in front of her and watched closely. Their eyes bored into her pussy as she squatted over the toilet and manipulated the syringe. She especially liked the startled expression that came over their faces when she removed the syringe and let a cuntful of warm, soapy water run out the mouth of her pussy and down into the toilet.
"She's pissing soapsuds!" Pat muttered wonderingly.
Carrie rinsed her cunt out with a syringe of warm, clear water and led the boys back to the center arena. Patti was leaning against the rough, hand-hewn table which had served them as a breakfast table, while Jim knelt in front of her and buried his face in the valley at the apex of her thighs. She was grinding her loins against his face with a slow, sensuous savagery that betrayed an extremely high degree of arousal within her long, elegantly formed body. Her breasts seemed to be larger than ever, Carrie thought or perhaps it was just that her nipples were so large and prominent due to their excited condition.
"Mmmmm, put it in me!" she murmured, reaching down to grasp his head between her hands. "I want to feel your cock going all the way up my cunt! And then I want you to turn me over and fuck me in the ass! Oh, darling, I really want it in the ass today-I'm dying to feel your cock boring out my asshole!"
Carrie sucked in a quick breath on hearing that. The woman's voice had a tremor in it, as though she could barely find the strength to utter the words, but there was real power in the way she gripped her husband's head and ground her pussy against his mouth for one last excruciatingly tender caress.
"No more!" she panted, pushing him away. "I want to come when you put it in me-I don't want your tongue to bring me off this time!"
"I'll fuck you right here!" Jim muttered, rising to his feet and directing his huge, bulbous cock into the tender crevice between her thighs. "I'll give you a standing, flatfooted fuck that you won't forget very soon!"
Patti immediately rose onto the tips of her toes and grasped his huge prick. She gathered the stiff tool into her crotch and, as Jim bent slightly, she angled it up until the thick, flaring head nosed into the lust-swollen lips of her pussy. The extreme size of his cock, together with the acute angle at which it entered that fragrant, juicy opening, were enough to make the entrance difficult, even painful, but she found the sharp, searing dart of agony to be only momentary. Moreover, she had long ago discovered that a fillip of pain added immeasurably to her eventual pleasure, so she welcomed the quick hurt, knowing it would be replaced by joy of the most abandoned, voluptuous sort.
"Mmmmmm, your cock feels like a fence post!" she moaned, holding onto him as he probed further into her cunt with his sturdy lance. "Ohhhh, Jim, it's so good, so good I don't know if I can stand it!"
"Swing up onto me," he said, reaching down to gather her buttocks into his big, powerful hands. "Climb up and I'll carry you over to the bed, and we'll fuck until you can't stand it any longer! And then I'll fuck you some more!"
Patti stood very still for a moment, then launched herself into the air. She locked her heels together behind Jim's ass and swung from his neck. His cock remained firmly planted during that swift change in position. Carrie felt a shudder of tormented delight run over her youthful body when she saw the woman swing herself up onto her husband's body. She intuitively knew that such an exercise would make a man's cock do magical things if it were deeply planted in a cunt, and she gave a low, gasping moan of sympathetic joy at the sight.
Jim easily carried Patti over to the air mattress and gently lowered himself onto it. His prick never moved from its berth deep in her cunt. Patti gave several soft, gasping cries of delight as he moved about. When they were satisfactorily placed on the big bulky air bed, she brought her legs even higher, positioning her ankles atop his broad shoulders. When he pulled back to allow her enough room to move her legs into that position, Carrie again saw his big, livid cock penetrating that lovely pussy. This time she found it even more exciting, since she could relate that vision to some extremely vivid memories of her own.
"Mmmmm, I woke up wanting a fuck!" Patti sighed, wriggling slightly and reaching down between their bodies to caress his heavy, dangling balls. "And watching the boys fuck Carrie only made me want it all the more!"
"I can tell that," he agreed. "Your cunt feels like a blowtorch! It's so tight I think you've already peeled some skin off my cock! Mmmmm, get it on, Patti, get it on good and fuck me."
Carrie's young, impressionable cunt was already emitting steady bursts of sexual electricity and when she saw the concentrated, intent way they began fucking each other, she could not restrain herself a moment longer. She had originally intended to place another charge of vaginal foam within her cunt and then let nature take its course, expecting that one of the boys would want to have her again, but now she felt an overwhelming desire to have both at once.
"Get down on the bed," she muttered to Pat, who happened to be nearest her. "Lie down and let me suck your cock. I want to feel your cum shooting off in my mouth! Hurry! I'm so hungry for it I don't know what to do!"
The boy quickly lay back. The urgency she manifested at that moment guaranteed him that he would receive her most abandoned, lasciviously exciting attentions. She knelt over his legs, so she could watch Jim and Patti as she took his cock into her mouth, and brought her knees up under her body, elevating her rump high in the air.
"Now, Tommy!" she muttered, motioning to the other boy. "Get behind me and fuck me like a dog! I want to have both of you at once! Ooooohh, hurry up and get your cock in me! I feel like I could come just from watching them fuck!"
Tommy had already formed just such a notion. The sight of her dainty, youthful pussy peeping between her slender thighs had a thoroughly arousing effect on him and his cock became even harder. The sight of his parents fucking with such total abandon had already fiercely kindled his desire and Carrie's invitation merely strengthened his sexual hunger. He crawled into place behind her and began rubbing the head of his prick against the lips of her pussy. Those delicately molded petals, already fired with a sexual hunger as demanding as any Carrie had ever know, easily parted and almost seemed to be pulling his cock between them. He edged closer and began pressing harder, nosing his prick into the taut, slippery opening to her cunt.
Carrie's mouth closed over the head of Pat's cock as she pulled the foreskin back with her fingers. Stripping the skin back left the broad-rimmed head fully exposed and she wrapped her tongue around that spongy, ultra-sensitive knob with a winsome eagerness. He had not washed off his cock after fucking her on the couch, and his sperm, mingled with her own cum, had had enough time to ripen into a truly delectable taste. The girl's taste buds rioted as the distinctive flavor was transmitted through her mouth. Reminded strongly of their earlier sexual bout, which had left her so full of warmth and peace, she sucked him even more strongly than she might otherwise have done.
"That's beautiful!" Patti gasped, looking over and seeing them engaging their bodies in that highly erotic manner. "Yes, take them both, Carrie! Try to make them both climax at the same time! You'll go out of your mind with joy when they start shooting cum in your cunt and your mouth all at once! Oooohh, fuck, Jim, fuck! Your cock's as big as a house! You're wrecking my cunt!"
He plunged into her at a faster clip, sheathing all of his big tool and then pulling it out until the head was visible, poised in the mouth of her grasping cunt, then driving the long, thick weapon back into her waiting, quivering hole with another powerful thrust that brought cries of ecstatic approval bubbling from her throat. Heaving and gasping, they fucked their way to a loud, hyperactive climax that seemed interminable. Carrie, inspired to fantastic heights of effort by their strenuous, stimulating example, succeeded in sucking and fucking the boys to a very quick burst of seminal flooding, one that left her weak and listless for several minutes afterward. She told herself, as she lay sprawled atop Pat's quivering thighs, that she must go to the bathroom and douche to protect against pregnancy, but she had to wait several minutes before finding the necessary strength.
That abandoned engagement set the tone for the rest of the weekend. They spent virtually all their time on the air mattress, leaving it only for the most necessary functions. By the time they left late Sunday afternoon, Carrie's young cunt had gained a world of sexual experience, as had her mouth. As they drove back to town, Patti showed her some simple exercises she could use for stretching her asshole, as she had not yet had the pleasure of receiving a prick there. But, after watching Jim drive his cock into his wife's ass and gauging her shrieking, trembling reaction, she knew that she would not be content until she had duplicated that feat.
"We'll try to arrange it again for next weekend," Patti told her as they neared her house. "I'll be in touch, don't worry! And don't forget the exercises, if you really want to try taking a prick in your ass!"
"I do want to try it," Carrie said, "and the next time we're together I'll show you just how much exercising I've done!"
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Carrie spent the next four days in a fog of lovely, warm, erotic memories. As Patti had suspected, the Sunday experience had confirmed the girl's idea that she was right in embracing all-out sexuality so wholeheartedly, and Carrie had no more doubts about that choice. She devoted herself to implementing the anal exercises the woman had described, which were no more than inserting a finger into her asshole and moving it about, then trying to put two fingers into the absurdly sensitive little opening. She also made a great deal of progress in learning to control the muscles surrounding that orifice.
Patti called on Thursday, asking her to sit with Tommy and Pat on Saturday night. She informed Carrie that they would not be able to go to the lake that weekend, but they were definitely going the next weekend and everyone agreed wholeheartedly that Carrie must be included.
"I'm working on getting another little surprise together for you," Patti added, but refused to explain what it was.
The Saturday night babysitting job with the Patmun boys became a veritable orgy, naturally, and Carrie spent almost the entire evening sucking and fucking the incredibly lascivious pair of boys. They produced the collection of pictures depicting people in every kind of sexual act and tried to emulate them. Carrie drew the line only at allowing them to place their pricks in her ass, though she almost obliterated that line herself on a couple of especially tense occasions that evening. She was determined, however, that Patti would be present when she first received a cock in her ass and she managed to hold onto that determination.
All the Patmuns were in the station wagon when Jim drove by on the following Friday afternoon to pick her up. They were all smirking openly, as if they were enjoying a private joke, and within a very short time Carrie found out what they were laughing about. They drove to the Jacobsen's house, where Ellen emerged, carrying a small overnight case.
"Yes, we arranged with the Jacobsens to let Ellie come too," Patti said, getting into the back seat with Carrie and moving the boys into the front with their father. "She's off probation now with her parents and she thought it would be a nice idea to come with us. You won't mind, will you? I'm afraid it will take three of us to subdue these men!"
Carrie thought this was a marvelous idea and said so. Ellen joined her and Patti in the back seat and they had a truly merry time on the way to the lake. They took turns teasing the boys-first one and then the other would open her thighs, slide up her skirt and allow them a brief glimpse of the warm, hairy slit thus uncovered. After a time they tired of this game and removed their skirts entirely as the car moved along. Patti wore no underwear at all and she urged Carrie and Ellen to slip out of their panties too.
"We'll let them watch us finger-fuck," she said, grinning impishly. 'That ought to put them into a proper mood for fucking when we arrive!"
Her diagnosis proved to be devastatingly correct. Tommy and Pat looked over the back of the front seat, obviously highly aroused as the females toyed with their wet, slick pussy lips and stroked their firmly aroused clits. Carrie suggested that they deliberately avoid climaxing until they were at the lakeshore cottage and Patti agreed.
"Mmmmm, if we keep our cunts at a low boil all the way up there," the woman said, her eyes glinting with pleasure, "their cocks will feel as big as telephone poles when they finally get to put them in us! That's a great idea, Carrie! I think you're really learning how to think about these things!"
"I haven't thought about much else ever since that first time," Carrie replied. "I thought today would never get here! I'm not even sure I'll be able to hold out till we get there. I woke up this morning and my pussy was as wet as could be!"
They had decided that Carrie would not need to resort to the vaginal foam, since she had already begun taking birth control pills. Patti had gotten them for her and had instructed her in their use. This meant she would be able to let Jim and his sons shoot their cum into her cunt with total abandon, a prospect that fiercely delighted her, and she could hardly wait to get the experiment under way.
Ellen proved to be every bit as lewd-minded as Carrie and Patti. She admitted that she had felt more than a little embarrassed when Patti had confronted her and asked her point-blank if she wanted to join them for a weekend of sexual exploration. Patti had disclosed their knowledge of her peculiar sexual practices, however, and had convinced her that the invitation was an entirely open and honest one.
"When she said you'd be here," Ellen remarked, looking over at Carrie, "I knew I had to make this scene! I'm dying to see you get fucked! I know I'll cream all over myself when I see one of them running his cock up your cunt!"
"I'm getting fucked in the ass!" Carrie firmly declared. "I'm tired of diddling myself with my fingers. I can get two fingers into my asshole now and I want to feel something better!"
"Wow, I never tried that!" Ellen said, looking over at the girl with awe. "Is that a real trip?"
"It's so good I sometimes wonder why I ever let a man come in my cunt or in my mouth," Patti told her. "When we get to the lake, we'll have ourselves a nice quick fuck, just to take the edge off our hungers and to get the fellows cooled down a little. Then we'll investigate the subject. I think you'll find it's everything I've said it would be!"
The miles seemed to creep by, though Jim was actually driving at very near the limit of safety. Carrie came very close several times to teasing her tortured little pussy beyond the point of its endurance, but she managed, by exerting all the willpower at her command, to keep her body from erupting in a tower of flaming, lusty delight. She knew from her earlier experiences at masturbating that a climax could be immensely more powerful if delayed as long as possible, and she could tell that the long period of excitement was making her cunt walls squeeze together as her lust drew that tunnel into a tiny avenue lined with excruciatingly aroused flesh. By the time they arrived at the cottage she felt as though she could barely walk. Her cunt throbbed mercilessly and her clitoris ached as it had never ached before.
Ellen's dark, almond-shaped eyes opened very wide when Jim stripped off his clothing and turned to face them. His cock had grown out to its full, stallion-sized length and positively glowed with sensual heat. His balls, thick and clotted with an extra-large supply of sperm-he had not discharged those massive balls since Wednesday night, Patti told them-hung low and seemed even larger than they had two weeks ago, or so Carrie believed.
"God, I thought Jerry was hung!" Ellen muttered, licking her lips with unabashed curiosity. "His cock's eight inches long but you've got him beat by far! Mmmmm, no wonder you go around looking so happy, Patti!"
"And he knows how to use it to give a woman all the pleasure she can get," Patti told the girl. "Don't worry, dear, I'll share him with you later. Right now, though, I think I'm going to have to exert my wifely prerogative and insist that he give it to me first!"
No one objected to that. Ellen admitted that Jerry's cock was no thicker than the massive prongs which Tommy and Pat displayed, though theirs were a little shorter, and she said she would be quite happy to begin the weekend with either of them. Since Patti had already made her choice, Ellen and Carrie had to choose between Pat and Tommy, and they could not do so.
"Just lie back here beside me," Patti said, reclining on the air mattress, "and spread your legs nice and wide. It won't take them long to decide that your sweet little cunts ought to be plugged, and they'll choose for themselves! Anyway, what difference does it make? I imagine we'll do a good big of changing around before Sunday afternoon gets here, so we'll each get to sample all those cocks!"
Patti held out her arms to her husband, who was already kneeling between her provocatively poised thighs. Seizing his fearsomely stiffened cock, she guided the thick tool to her pussy and rubbed the soft head against the moist, dark lips for a moment, exclaiming softly with pleasure as she did so. Then she aimed the mushroom-shaped tip into the mouth of her cunt, locked her heels together behind the cheeks of his ass and lay back, urging him to enter her gently and tenderly.
Carrie lay on one side of her and Ellen took the other. As the woman had suggested, they lay on their backs and spread their thighs as wide as possible, boldly putting their youthful pussies on display. Tommy and Pat, standing at their feet, looked down in wonder-neither had ever before seen two such inviting slits and they could not make up their minds. Once the girls began toying with themselves, rubbing their fingers along the lust-moistened lips and pulling them apart to display the juicy, pink flesh surrounding the entrances to their cunts, the boys reacted automatically, each diving for the girl nearest him.
Tommy edged his way between Carrie's lewdly beckoning thighs and she took his cock without hesitation, closing her fingers around the hot shaft and bringing it into close, intimate contact with her fevered flesh. She would have liked to rub it along the slit until she was at the point of coming, then have him drive it deep into her cunt as the first lusty spasm of frantic release struck her, but she feared that the tightness of the opening would work against that exciting scheme. Besides, the few touches she managed were enough to bring her ver close to that fruition anyway, and Tommy settled the issue by thrusting into her with a gentle but undeniable pressure.
"Unngghhh!" she grated, locking her legs together around his body as the head of his cock dilated the mouth of her cunt and forced it to open wider. "Oh, Tommy, I feel it all over my body! It's like you're fucking me everywhere, all at once! Mmmmmm, get it in me! I can't hold back any longer-I've got to come!"
If her climax was precipitous, his was no less so. She felt the thick, hot prong begin shivering almost as soon as it had penetrated the tight ring of flesh guarding the entrance to her cunt. The first powerful spasm produced no flood of sperm-she had become accustomed to that first dry heave and was not disappointed this time-but the ones which followed close on its heels were a very different matter. Again and again his cock bulged within her cunt and each time it spat forth a thick, steaming glob of spermy mucous, sending the thick cream flooding into every cranny of her hotly receptive cunt. Carrie arched her back and stiffened her entire body, screaming with joy as she felt the boy's cock begin inundating her lustful flesh with his cream. Again and again her cunt closed powerfully around the big took, clutching and squeezing it with a mindless purpose that gave them both additional measures of sexual ecstasy.
The long period of artful preparation and the shrewdly planned teasing of Jim and the boys resulted in all six of them reaching an exalted plateau of frenzied, libidinous joy within an extremely short time. Patti and Ellen received those hot, flooding gusts of masculine pleasure with loud, anguished cries signifying their total approval. They had not been inside the cottage for more than ten minutes, Patti later decided, before they were all lying sprawled together on the big air bed, momentarily satisfied and possessed of a deliciously warm and soothing post-orgasmic glow of contentment.
"And now, if you two are willing to follow me," Patti said after a long silence had fallen over the room, "I'll show you how you can proceed straight from one fuck to another that's even more mind-bending. What I mean to say is, I'm going to get Jim to fuck me in the asshole, and if you want, I'll show you how to get it on in the best way possible!"
Her offer excited both Ellen and Carrie, especially the latter. Ellen said she had been fucked in the ass once before and that it had not been an especially memorable experience. She was, however, caught up enough in the air of lust permeating the room that she agreed to let Pat try planting his prick in her asshole. Once they had made their willingness known, Patti instructed her sons to watch their father's example and follow it.
Jim slowly withdrew his prick from Patti's cunt. His cock looked to be as hard as ever, and certainly as big. Carrie felt her heart thud heavily when she saw the tool's wet condition. Looking down her own body, she noticed that Tommy had also retained his erection and that his cock was every bit as appetizing as his father's. She had already conceived a desire for sucking him, for tasting his cum mingled with her own and licking every drop of that heavenly liquid from his loins, but Patti dashed that desire with her next words.
"I know it would be ever so nice to suck them now," she said, "but that's not on the agenda at the moment. Besides, you want his cock to stay as slippery as possible. Mmmmm, looks as though every one of those prongs will fit that requirement! Now, girls, you must force some of their cum out of your cunts and then you've got to slide some of it into your assholes. That'll make the passageway wet and easy for them. Then we can get on to the good part!"
Carrie watched Tommy closely as she brought her legs up and reached between her thighs. His gaze brightened into a hard, glittering stare as he saw her clench her abdominal muscles and force a sizeable quantity of his cum out of her tight little cunt. Her waiting fingers caught the flood of semen and transferred most of it to her anus. She worked a considerable quantity of the thick cream into her asshole. Tommy seemed to grow even more intently interested as he saw her fingers dart into that tight-rimmed opening.
"Now we take their cocks and guide them down to the target," Patti said. "Boys, you must be especially gentle here. Too much haste and you'll spoil it for the girl and thereby ruin your own game. Just press easy against their assholes and if they seem to be hurting, draw back and wait."
Carrie maneuvered her legs up onto Tommy's shoulders, as she saw Patti do with her husband. The altered position brought her trim, firm little ass high up in the air and presented her asshole to Tommy at an extremely fortuitous angle. He had only to lean forward slightly-he was kneeling at her rump-and his cock nosed directly against the taut, puckered eye. His cock seemed to be extra slippery, Carrie though. That would be good, since she was not at all certain she would be able to encompass his whole cock with her ass. She was determined to try, however, and concentrated on putting into effect the lessons and advice Patti had earlier given her.
Tommy cooperated magnificently and pushed against her ass with a slow, easy pressure. At first, the presence of his prick against her highly aroused asshole merely excited her further, but as the rigid, unyielding shaft began forcing the spongy head of his cock into her ass, she felt the beginnings of a sharp pain in that region. It did not seem to be an unbearable pain, though, and she vowed she would finish the act.
"Once he's got his prick in you," Patti pointed out to them, "you can do whatever you like to your clit and pussy. I like to run a finger as far up my cunt as I can and feel the cock going in and out. That's always the best trip for me. But you ought to investigate all the possibilities before you make up your own minds about that!"
Carrie had already thought of that. Since she often masturbated by inserting fingers into her cunt and asshole at the same time, she saw no reason why she ought not to do so in this case. She waited, however, until Tommy had his cock firmly planted in her ass. Once he had gotten the head of that big hot tool securely lodged, she reached down between their bellies to stroke the lips of her pussy.
Tommy looked down to watch. He found it highly erotic, watching her toy with her own slit, and his prick throbbed momentarily. He did not come, however, and after a moment he felt safe enough to resume his gentle forward thrusts.
That first dart of sharp pain quickly passed, somewhat to Carrie's surprise, and she began to find that the pleasure of having Tommy's big stiff cock in her asshole far outweighed that transitory period of discomfort. His constant but gentle pressure gradually stretched her tiny but highly sensitive opening, allowing it to encompass the considerable girth of his stiff shaft, and she discovered that her finger had given her only a modicum of the pleasure available to her through that avenue.
"Mmmmmm, it feels better than I'd ever dreamed!" she whispered, flicking a finger over her clitoris and trembling. "God, I can feel every bump, every wrinkle on your cock! It's like nothing else in the world!"
Ellen and Patti also issued strong recommendations of the act. Ellen declared that she had never before enjoyed having a prick in her ass nearly so much. Together they exhorted their partners to get it on, with predictably joyous results. Tommy fucked his way deeper into Carrie's exquisitely sensitive ass and she cried out with greater delight as she felt the heavy rod probing the inner recesses of her rump. She clutched at her pussy with her fingers, digging deep into her cunt and bringing her palm down hard on her throbbing clitoris. She quickly found that by inserting a finger deep into her cunt and then pressing it toward her spine, she could feel Tommy's cock working back and forth in her rectal passage.
'There's only a very thin wall separating the two passages," Patti told her when she made this observation. "I'm feeling Jim's prick now-it's a beautiful thing, to feel a man's cock working back and forth in your asshole! Or somebody else's for that matter! Oh, you darling girls, I hope you're feeling all this as delightfully as I am!"
The heavy, heady sensations mounted so quickly that Carrie could not long resist their insidious influence. Clenching every muscle in her young, lithe body and shuddering with unfeigned delight, she called on Tommy to send his big cock slicing deep into her ass. He readily complied with that heartfelt request, which fitted in so neatly with his own inclinations of the moment, and he soon had his entire prick lodged in the girl's asshole.
"God, it's all the way in!" he gasped, looking down and seeing his pubic hair scraping against the girl's buttocks. "Oh, Carrie, you're so fucking tight! I never had a piece like this, not ever! Oh, squeeze it, baby, squeeze it hard and milk the cum outta my fucking nuts!"
That proved to be the most superfluous exhortation of the entire evening. The girl was already well on her way to a dramatic orgasm and she swung her trim hips from side to side, making her tightly gripping asshole do marvelous things to the youth's huge cock. She concentrated on bringing him off, suspecting that she would thereby hasten her own climax. Her thinking hit the mark exactly and, when Tommy gasped out an incoherent oath and fell on her, she was ready to answer him with a crashing, thundering orgasm which left her weak and helpless. Again and again his cock throbbed, expeling vast quantities of seminal lava, smoking hot and richly exciting, into her asshole. She felt every spurt with a totality which amazed her. Her answering orgasm, incredibly strong, ripped through her loins seconds later and devastated her with its rich, bone-melting fervor.
"Ooooohh, God, I've never had a climax like this!" Carrie muttered into his ear as she felt the powerful sensations pour out from her womb, infusing every fiber of her body with sensual ecstasy of the highest possible order. "Mmmmmm, I'm coming all over! Ahhh! Fuck harder, Tommy! I love to feel your big cock sliding in and out of my asshole!"
Tommy's frantic humping motions finally slowed as his balls belched out their last droplet of cum and his loins gradually became quiescent. He stretched out atop Carrie, who allowed her legs to slide down and settle over his back, and gave a long, low sigh of utter sexual satisfaction.
Mmmmm, what a lovely family they are, she thought as she willed her asshole into a final, gentle, loving grasp of Tommy's cock. So thoughtful, so considerate, so sexy and well-hung! Gee, maybe I'll be able to get Jim into my asshole before we leave. I think I'll just die when I feel that huge cock of his pushing through my back door! Ohhh, what a lovely prospect I have ahead of me! I think I could go on like this forever!
