Carole's utter indifference showed. In the bored expression on her face. In the lack of animation of her voluptuous body. Totally absorbed in fucking her, Roger didn't notice.
"God, your pussy feels good," he whispered. "It holds my cock like a velvet glove. So hot and tight and wet."
"Ummm," she muttered with disinterest. She jiggled her hips lackadaisically. "You've got such a nice big cock."
She felt like a damn fool. His cock was nice. It just didn't turn her on. Nothing turned her on lately, not since Ralph ran away with that twenty-year-old bimbo.
"I'm about to cum," he grunted. "Are you ready?"
"Go ahead and get it, baby," she replied softly, trying to sound interested. "Don't worry about me."
He began to hammer her cunt harder and grunted, both from the exertion and the cloying force of his impending orgasm. She felt his cock swell an instant before it erupted. She put her hands on his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his waist and jiggled her hips rapidly to help him along. He grunted louder and fucked her harder for a few moments, then slowed to a gentle in and out motion.
She let her legs fall to the bed and patted him tenderly on the shoulder. "That was good, baby," she said half-heartedly. "You fuck me so well."
Roger lay down on his back and stared at the ceiling. "You didn't get anything from it," he said.
"Yes I did," she said quietly. "I like the way your cock feels in me. And helping you get off pleases me."
"I want my partner to enjoy it as much as I do. You seemed interested earlier." He sighed deeply. "What did I do wrong?"
"You didn't do anything wrong, baby. It's my fault."
"How can that be? You're healthy and exciting, and you have a body to die for. Your pussy is as sweet as honey and as tight as a glove. Sex is as much mental as physical. You have a superb mind and a good imagination. But you fucked me only with your pussy, not your brain. Are you worried that my wife might find out and make trouble for you?"
"No. Your wife is your problem. She can make trouble for you, not me. My pussy got wet and you got off. I guess you'll just have to be satisfied with that. I can't seem to get my mind into it lately. With you, or anyone else."
"Thanks a lot," he muttered sourly. "If your mind drifts and you lose it, that means I can't hold your attention."
"I don't lose interest because my mind drifts. My mind drifts because I've lost interest. I'm trying to work on it. I just don't seem to make any headway." She caressed his arm and sighed. "Don't fret. You got what you wanted. You've been trying to get in my pants for years. Well, now you have."
"And you never gave me a tumble," he said.
"I wanted to. I couldn't take the chance as long as Ralph was around. Now that he's gone, I'm a free agent. I can fuck whoever I want."
"Then why aren't you more active? I certainly didn't force you. You seemed as interested as I was."
"Past tense?" she chuckled. "Does that mean you don't want to fuck me again?"
"I don't know. Ralph always talked about how much you liked sex. I expected a lot more than I got." He sat up and looked at her. "That's it, isn't it? Ralph destroyed your self-confidence by running away with his secretary, didn't he?"
"Did you expect me to celebrate?" she said acidly. "I still like being intimate with a man. I just don't cum. It isn't a big deal with me. You shouldn't make such a big deal out of it, either. You can come over and fuck me again if you want. If you can sneak out on your wife."
"Don't be sarcastic."
"I'm not," she assured him. "Not at all. I mean it. I like you. If you want to fuck me, you can. I don't expect fidelity, or a vow of undying love. Sex is sex, and I like cock."
"I don't understand you," he said.
"Do men ever understand women?" she quipped. She sat up and took his limp cock in her hand. "I don't want you to go away unhappy." She squeezed his prick gently. "You didn't cum the way you like, did you? Still got part of your load in there that I need to work out for you?"
"At least you haven't lost your sense of humor," he chuckled.
"I think we can work this thing out together," she chuckled. "I don't understand me, either. If that's any consolation to you. I still like sex and I want so badly to cum the way I used to. My orgasms used to be so powerful they almost blew my mind."
Roger decided she was a hopeless case. He might as well get what he could from the encounter. He had no intention of coming back for seconds, no matter how good her pussy felt. "Speaking of blowing, are you going to suck me off?"
"If that's what you want." She began to stroke his cock. "Well, down to the last instant, anyway. I want to finish you with my hand so I can watch you cum. I haven't lost interest in that."
"Do whatever you want," he said. "Do you feel anything at all when you fuck?"
"Yes. It feels good when you lick my clit and your cock inside me makes me happy. I just don't feel enough to be able to cum." She stripped his foreskin back and ran her tongue around his bare knob. "It's already beginning to get hard," she muttered.
"You're taking all this calmly." His hips jerked and he grunted. "It feels good when you extend your thumb and rub it along the underside of the head."
She covered just the head with her mouth and stroked the shaft firmly. She removed her mouth and resumed her thumb-extended stroking. "It goes smoother with a little saliva on it," she said. "How else can I take it? My lack of interest is my fault, not yours." She wrapped her fist loosely around the head and twisted it around.
"Damn, that feels wonderful! Jack me with your other hand while you do that."
She put her left hand on the shaft and began to slide it slowly up and down. "like that?"
"Yeah. What's the catch? You must expect something from this."
"You gave me your best effort, Roger. What more can I expect?" She removed her fist from the head, wet it with saliva again, and put her hand back around the bare knob. She tightened her grip and began to stroke the shaft of his cock a little faster. "You're coming up nicely. I like the way your cock throbs in my hand."
"Yeah, it won't be long," he agreed. He gasped and his hips began heaving up and down. "Faster!" he gasped.
Carole slid her right hand from the knob and gripped his shaft with it. She moved her left hand down and cupped his balls. "I do better with my right hand," she said. "Cum for me, baby. I want to watch your juice squirt out of the end of your cock."
"Go, baby," he panted. "Do it as fast as you can."
Her hand began to fly up and down his shaft. She tightened and relaxed her grip as she stroked, trying to simulate the way her pussy caressed his cock when he fucked her. She felt his prick swell and watched raptly, waiting anxiously for the foregone outcome.
His body began to tremble. His hips began to bounce up and down rapidly. "Now!" he gasped.
She pulled on his scrotum, rolled his balls in her hand and continued to jack him firmly, using the same steady pace. Her reward came in the form of a strong spurt of sticky jism that shot into the air and landed on his belly. She continued without letup and got a second squirt that wasn't quite as powerful. This one landed on the edge of her hand. She smeared it all over his shaft and her palm as her hand moved methodically up and down.
"Good, baby, good," she murmured. She put her thumb against the bottom of his rod, pressed hard and squeezed as she drew her hand up, milking the last drop from him. She picked up the pearly bead with the tip of her tongue and rolled it in her mouth, savoring the unique flavor. "Now, that should take care of you."
"Yeah," he said. "You do that very well."
"I'm just a handy gal to have around," she laughed.
CHAPTER TWO
After twenty years of marriage, suddenly being left alone was one of the most traumatic events Carole had to weather in her life. Ralph's departure had come suddenly, without warning.
They hadn't argued or fought over money or sex or any of the usual reasons a marriage fails. One day he was there, the next day he was gone. Along with a foxy, twenty-year-old blonde who, not surprisingly, looked a lot like Carole when she was twenty. His attempt to recapture his youth through a young woman cost him a bundle. Totally infatuated with his new playmate, he paid willingly.
About a month after her gallant husband folded his tent and slinked away in the night, Carole began to look for something to do. Sitting at home wasn't the answer. She interviewed for several jobs, and ran into the age block. At 45, she was too old. The people who interviewed her went through the motions and said all the right things to avoid a charge of age-discrimination, then told her that she was overqualified.
Which was pure bullshit. She had no marketable skills to speak of. Unless she wanted to peddle pussy. When she put her mind to it, she had moves in bed that would drive men wild.
She didn't want to work for someone else anyway. She saw an ad in the classifieds for a small gym and called the real estate company the next day. She looked at the place, hired an accountant and a lawyer, and put together the deal. The place wasn't making money. She didn't care. She had nothing else to do but whip it into shape.
Two months after she bought it, the gym began to turn a small profit. She attributed that to one significant change she made. The previous owner did not allow men and women to use the facilities at the same time. She extended the closing time to midnight and opened it up for anyone to use at anytime.
The morning after her unsatisfactory encounter with Roger, she arrived at the gym earlier than usual. She hadn't slept well and had a bundle of nervous energy to work off.
She went to her office, changed into leotards and tights, and went into the gym. She paused to watch a young man working out on one of the machines. Sweat covered his muscular body, making him look as if he'd been oiled. Something about him, about his body, stirred her deep down inside. Her pussy fluttered and moistened.
She blushed, even though the young man wasn't paying any attention to her and no one else was around. Even if there had been, how would they know what was happening deep inside her pussy? She started to move on, changed her mind, and stayed to watch a while longer. She knew she shouldn't let such a young man make her giddy. She was old enough to be his mother. A forty-five-year-old woman certainly wouldn't interest him. Not with all those hard young female bodies running around in skimpy outfits, damned nearly showing off everything they had to offer.
She stayed and watched anyway, and started a debate with herself:
You know why he attracts you. Ralph ran off with a younger woman, so you want to play tit for tat and see what it's like to fuck a younger person.
Nonsense! I've lost interest in sex.
No, you've only lost interest in sex with men your own age. You can't know how you feel about fucking a younger man until you do it. Look at the bulge in his pants. He looks well-endowed, doesn't he? Can't you just imagine how his strong young cock would feel? He would probably stretch your pussy a lot more than Ralph or Roger. Or any of the men you've fucked since Ralph left you.
Daydreams! He's too young. He isn't interested in an old woman.
You 're no older than you feel. And you don't feel old, do you? You could take ten years off your age, and no one would know.
"Morning, boss lady."
Carole almost jumped out of her skin. Only Lela, the beautiful young black woman who taught aerobics called her boss lady. "Hello, Lela," she said without turning. "You startled me. I thought I was all alone."
Lela walked up by Carole. She chuckled and winked knowingly. "Quite a hunk, isn't he?"
"Who is he?" The question popped out before Carole could think.
"Jordan Howard. Jordy. Not bad, but a little rough around the edges. He needs a sexy woman with time on her hands to teach him. You interested?"
"I'm old enough to be his mother." Carole blushed again, cursing herself for getting into this predicament. She got into jams so easily, and got out of them with so much difficulty.
"So? If I were a man, your age wouldn't bother me a bit. You're one hell of a sharp-looking lady." Lela licked her lips, an unconscious habit she had when she saw something that looked tasty. "Come to think of it, the fact that I'm not a man doesn't really make any difference."
"What do you mean, he's a little rough around the edges?" Carole couldn't believe that she was still doing it! After what Lela had just said, at that. The girl certainly sounded as though she was making a pass.
"Oh, well, he just sorts of dives into your pussy right away. No foreplay. No finesse. But then I guess most men are that way, aren't they? I mean, not very many of them know how to eat pussy. And they don't give much thought to what a woman needs or wants. They just want to satisfy themselves and be done with it. Have you found that to be true?"
"Uh, some of the time. I really haven't had that much experience, Lela, so I can't say what most men are like."
"Women aren't that way, though," Lela continued, as if she hadn't heard a word Carole said. And maybe she hadn't.
"Now that I really wouldn't know!" Carole avoided Lela's gaze and looked at Jordy Howard again. She wanted to look at her watch, see how long before Lela's class started, but didn't want to appear rude. "I've been an old married woman for twenty years, Lela. Well, until recently anyway."
"Yeah, I heard." Lela licked her lips again. "That doesn't make any difference. Not that I've ever been able to tell. Listen, I've got to run. Class starts in five minutes. You going to be here all day?"
"I suppose so. Don't know of anything else I have to do."
"Let's get together later. Okay? Maybe do lunch. We.. .I'd like to get better acquainted."
Carole nodded, trying to avoid the issue. This girl was coming on to her! What in the world was she supposed to do now? "I'm not sure about today. Let's leave it open, okay?"
She gave Lela a smile and resumed her tour of the gym. Lela's advance didn't shock her. She wasn't that naive. She knew a couple of women who went exclusively for other women, and a couple who went for both men and women. She supposed Lela went both ways, since she knew about Jordy's unpolished technique. Took all kinds to make the world go round, after all. What others did was none of her business. In an oddball way, Lela had paid her a compliment.
Lost in thought, she banged into another body. She grunted and put her hands up to protect herself. She stepped back and murmured, "Sorry. Didn't know you were there."
"You seemed lost in thought," Jordy said.
"Carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders?"
Carole smiled weakly and took another step back so she could look up at Jordy. About six feet tall, he towered over her. He wore his brown hair cut short. His brown eyes regarded her with a hint of amusement.
"What? Oh, no. I was thinking about something that just happened."
"I've seen you around a lot," Jordy said. "I've never seen you use any of the equipment. Isn't that why you come here? Want me to show you how to tone up your body and get it nice and hard?"
"No, thank you. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a woman. And I think women should be soft and rounded. In the right places, of course."
"I've noticed! Couldn't help but notice. That wasn't meant as an insult, by the way."
"I didn't take it that way. Well, see you around. Don't exercise too hard. Save some energy for other things." Carole started to walk away.
"Hey! You didn't tell me who you are and why you come here."
"My name's Carole. Carole Browner. I own the place." She walked away before Jordy could respond.
At the door of her office, Carole paused and looked around. Jordy was gone. She saw Bette Jackson coming from the pool, rubbing her long black hair with a towel.
Bette was a five-foot, 100-pound pixie. The bra of her bikini barely covered her saucy little tits. The bottom wasn't much more than a ribbon.
The thought that Bette had to keep her bush well-trimmed flitted through Carole's mind, unbidden and surprising. Anything wider than two fingers would show. Did her husband trim it for her, or did she do it herself?
Carole had never thought of such a thing before. She had known Bette for over five years, had seen her many times in her swimsuit. Why did she wonder about her bush now? Bette walked with a lithe, sensuous grace that she envied. like a jungle cat, stalking her prey. For the first time, the woman's sexual aura struck her right between the eyes.
Bette wrapped the towel around her long hair and twisted it. "Hi, Carole," she said, flashing a bright smile.
"You're out early, Bette. Thought you were a woman of leisure."
"George wants me to be. He expects me to sit home on my ass and wait for him to notice me. I have to get away from all that once in a while. Do you have any idea how boring such a life can be?"
"Sure. I used to do the same thing."
"Yeah, but had your man at home at least once in a while."
"And now I don't have him at all. Life is full of ironic twists, isn't it?" Carole opened the door to her office and gestured with her hand. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Got anything stronger?"
Carole arched one eyebrow. "This early in the morning?"
"Why the hell not? Makes the time pass faster."
"More-likely it blurs everything so you don't know how slowly it really passes."
"That, too. But I don't care. I'm so fucking bored, I could scream." Bette plopped down in a chair and continued to dry her hair.
Carole couldn't help looking at the woman's crotch. She guessed she could cover the cloth between Bette's legs with three fingers. Three of her small fingers. The damp material outlined the shape of Bette's pussy lips. She blushed and quickly averted her eyes. A slight shiver ran down her spine. What was she doing?
"You're not an alcoholic, are you, Bette?" Carole asked, her voice conveying genuine concern. "I'm not prying or preaching, but.. . . "
"No, Carole. I'm okay. I've been awake since four this morning. Had breakfast, a big, trucker's breakfast, about six. As far as my body is concerned, it's about noon. I could use a Bloody Mary or a Screwdriver."
"Screwdriver coming up." Carole busied herself making the drink, keeping her back to Bette. "You've been coming here a lot lately. I might have to give you some kind of discount."
"I don't need money. How about introducing me to one of those young hunks who hang around here, flexing their muscles and showing big bulges in their pants? Do you know any of them?"
"Only one. Lela told me the name of one this morning. Are you serious?" Carole handed the drink to Bette, got herself a cup of coffee, and sat in a chair across from the woman.
"Hell, I don't know! I'm tempted to say yes, and scared to do so. Maybe I ought to find myself a nice young woman. No one would suspect anything."
"Bette! You can't be serious! You're a married woman. What about George?"
"Carole, you live in a damned dream world! George spends his time chasing dollars. Says he's just trying to give me the kind of life I want and deserve. That's a fucking hoot! What I want, what I need and deserve, is a nice steady diet of sex! Do you have any idea how long it's been?"
"Uh, no, Bette, I haven't. Are you sure you that you want me to know?"
"Why not? Shit, I have to talk to somebody before I go out of my fucking mind!" She held out her empty glass. "Got another of these?"
Carole fixed a fresh drink and handed the glass to Bette. She began to pace slowly, trying to avoid Bette's eyes.
"Oh, for God's sake, sit down," Bette said. "You make me nervous walking around that way."
"You make me nervous talking that way. I'm not sure I want to know all this, Bette."
"Well, do me a favor and listen anyway. I don't have anyone else I can talk to. Don't feel that you have to respond. Just listen."
"I'll try, Bette, but this is so personal."
"George doesn't have the slightest idea what he's doing. Do you know that? No, of course you don't. You don't know him the way I do. He seems to think that I expect him to make half of the money in the world! Hell, we could get along just fine with about half of what he makes. I don't want all of that damned money! I want attention! Loving. Fucking. I don't even remember what his cock looks like, for God's sake, let alone what it feels like. And now, to top it all off, I think he's fucking some little floozy from the office."
"Oh, Bette, I'm so sorry! Are you sure? You don't want to jump to conclusions about something like that."
"You should know how I feel. I'm not sure, but all the signs are there. She's one of the secretaries. You know what I think? I think he just needs to get off once in a while, and she's handy. No pun intended. I sit at home, wishing and waiting, while he has this girl just for sex. She can't do anything for him that I can't do. And won't do. Shit, I'd do anything he wanted. All he has to do is ask. But she's right there at the office all the time, and I'm miles away, across town. Why doesn't he just jack off if he needs to cum so badly? It just ain't fair, dammit!"
"Life is seldom fair, Bette. But platitudes don't help, do they?"
"No! What would help is a strong dose of good sex. Sucking and fucking and all kinds of kinky action! God! My mind goes wild and my pussy gets all sloppy and hot just thinking about it!" Bette leveled a hard gaze at Carole. "Are you exclusively heterosexual, Carole? Do you ever stray across the line?"
CHAPTER THREE
"Bette!" Carole gasped. "What a funny thing to ask. You know that I like men."
"I don't know much about you at all, Carole. We've socialized for what, five, six years? But I don't know anything personal about you. Besides, liking men doesn't rule out an occasional fling with another woman."
"Are you speaking from experience, Bette?"
Bette replied with a knowing little smile that made Carole's blood run hot. And her pussy get wetter. She knew suddenly and certainly that Bette did get it on with other women. And that Bette was coming on to her! The silence built. Slowly, inexorably, the air filled with the invisible, nerve-jangling electricity of sexual expectation.
Carole was tempted. God, she was tempted! A good session with Bette might be just the thing she needed to relieve her of the tension that had been building for days. Months, actually. No one had given her pussy a good licking since Ralph left. Oh, Roger, and a couple of other men made a stab at it, but their efforts turned out to be nothing more than a lick and a promise. Bette would certainly know how to eat a pussy. Whatever else she might have in mind, oral sex had to be one of the foremost things she was offering.
Carole's mind churned with desire. She couldn't bring herself to take the one tiny step that would put Bette's head between her legs, however. She knew beyond doubt that she could never lick pussy. Never. No matter what.
"What time do you close this place?" Bette asked quietly, licking her lips in a terribly sexual gesture. Just as Lela had licked hers.
"Oh, uh, about midnight, I guess."
"Can you get away for a while this afternoon? We could have a nice time together, Carole. A really nice time."
Carole fought the urge to say yes and the fear of doing so. "I, uh, I'm going to have a sandwich at my desk. I've got to interview some people. I need more help around here." She hoped her lie wasn't too obvious.
"Well, take some time to think about it." Bette went to Carole's desk and wrote her phone number on the calendar. "Here's my private number. Call me, day or night, when you make up your mind. You want what I'm offering, you know."
Carole swallowed hard, blinked her eyes several times, and licked her lips. Her throat felt as dry as a desert. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She stared helplessly at Bette.
"That's okay, dear," Bette said. "I know what it's like. I felt the same way the first time. By the way, I meant what I said about some nice male companionship. If you know any gentlemen who might be interested, will you steer them my way?"
Carole felt on safer ground now. "I know a couple. They're not the hottest things that ever hit the sack, though. I mean, they're not bad, but they don't have very good imaginations. They know only one way."
"Honey, as long their cocks work, I'm not sure it makes a whole hell of a lot of difference. A man with no imagination is better than no man at all."
"You're a very pretty woman, Bette. I can't imagine you having trouble getting dates."
"Well, believe it or not, I have trouble approaching a man about that sort of thing. Seems most of them are laying back, waiting for the woman to make the first move these days. Can't say that I blame them. A poor guy never knows when a woman is going to come on to them, then charge him with sexual harassment if he lifts an eyebrow or licks his lips. I liked it a lot better when the man made the first move, and would make it, no matter how many wedding rings the woman was wearing."
Bette's anger surprised Carole. "You know more about that than I do," she replied. "I haven't been out in the world for a long time. The men I know, speaking in the Biblical sense, are, were, friends of Ralph. They offered their services and I accepted. Ralph provided me with all.. . " She stopped and thought for a moment. "Well, actually he didn't provide me with nearly all that I needed, now that I think about it. Guess I just got into the habit of believing that he did, and didn't try to get out of the rut."
"Ralph's buddies will do just fine, honey. As long as they're willing to help out an old woman in desperate need."
"You're not old, Bette! Not by a long shot." Carole grinned. "If I let you get away with calling yourself old, where does that leave me? There can't be more than four or five years difference in our ages."
"Well, George has lots of friends, but I don't know if I could trust them to keep their mouths shut if I let them 'service' me." Bette laughed. "That's a quaint expression, isn't it?"
"I like to think of men as stallions," Carole said with a giggle. Now that the conversations had gotten away from her and Bette getting it on, she felt a lot more comfortable. "Although the ones I tried out so far have been anything but stallions. Broken down old plow horses might be closer to the truth."
"Sounds like we both have the same problem. Maybe we should go looking together. Ever gone cruising in the bars?"
"No, and I don't think I could. That scene isn't for me."
"Don't you go in for one-night stands?"
"Sure, sometimes. I just don't want to look for them that way. There's no way to tell what you might be getting into. I want to live a long, full, healthy life."
"Yeah, that always bothers me, too. I go out, but I don't do anything. Guess I'm more a talker than a doer." Bette stood, took a deep breath, and tried to make her pert little tits appear bigger. She could feel her stiff nipples poking into the thin material of her bra. All this talk had turned her on! "I'd better be going. See you later?" It was more a question than a statement, an inquiry born of deep, deep desire to take things between them much further.
"Yes, Bette, we'll see each other later." Carole did her best to keep her voice noncommittal about what it meant to see each other later. Despite her best efforts, a hint of desire, of curiosity, crept in.
Bette didn't miss the tone. She smiled seductively. "You won't be sorry, Carole. That's a promise. And I can keep it!" She hurried out before Carole could reply.
Carole wandered around her office for a few minutes, sipping coffee. Her mind whirled, busily sorted and graded information, not settling on any one thing. Then she suddenly realized that she wanted very much to cum. Hell, it was stronger than just wanting to! She had to! An orgasm lurked just beneath the surface, demanding release.
She went to her desk, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a large vibrator. She would do herself quickly, then get back to work. She had so damned many things to do before day's end. Just as she straightened up, there was a loud knock at the office door.
"Come in," she called, without thinking.
Then she remembered the vibrator in her left hand. She opened the middle drawer of her desk and shoved the instrument in and closed the drawer again as the door opened. She breathed a silent sigh of relief and blushed faintly as Jordy Howard came through the door.
"Well, hello again, Jordy. What can I do for you?"
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm available to give you some lessons on firming up your body, if you're interested. I mean, I just recently got my degree in physical education. I'm considered an expert in the field of physical conditioning."
Carole had a feeling of deja vu. She'd already had this conversation with the young man. He had to be after something else. She decided to play along until he made his move. Maybe she wouldn't need the vibrator after all.
"Why, Jordy, are you saying there's something wrong with my body?"
Jordy blushed. "Oh, no, I just meant that.. .well, most of the girls these days seem to want a hard body. So, I just thought that I'd.. . . "
"I like my body the way it is, Jordy. Hard bodies belong on men. Women should be rounded and soft and pleasurable to touch. Don't you think so?"
Why in the world did I steer the conversation in this direction ? I couldn't have said anything more suggestive.
"Oh, sure! Look, I didn't mean to.. .it's just that.. .I'm sorry if I insulted you. I didn't mean to."
"I'm sure that you didn't, Jordy. No offense taken. Okay?" She tried to smile encouragingly without being seductive.
He nodded and turned toward the door. "Damned fool thing to say," he muttered to himself.
"Jordy, wait a minute," she said. "Where do you work?"
He turned back to face her. "Nowhere yet. I want to get on with one of the NFL teams, maybe the Broncos, as a strength coach. Well, as an assistant, anyway. Can't expect to start at the top."
"Would you be interested in working here for a while? Until your dream comes true? I could use someone with your knowledge."
"Yeah, I think that would be great! At least I won't have to wonder where the next meal is coming from."
He put his foot in it again, but she let it pass. He was too young and inexperienced to know better. She guessed his age at something less than 25. She opened the top drawer of her desk to get a job application. The vibrator caught her eye. She hurriedly got the proper form and closed the drawer with a bang.
"Here, fill this out and bring it in later. What's fair for pay? Ten dollars an hour?"
"Yeah, that would be fine. I'm worth at least that much."
"You've got it. Can you start tomorrow?"
"Hell, I can start right now!"
"Tomorrow morning will be fine, Jordy. Do you need an advance on your salary?"
"Uh, no, that's okay. I'll be all right until I get paid. Provided payday is once a week."
"It is if you want it." She began to imagine all sorts of possibilities for this young man. She had to jerk her mind back to the present to keep from blushing.
"I would have settled for eight," he said.
"I would have paid twelve," she laughed.
"Well, see you tomorrow then." He flashed her a big innocent grin and left.
Well, so much for my idea of taking a ride on his cock. He didn't give me a tumble. Maybe he needed a more direct hint. Maybe I let hope override my good sense. He must have loads of young women begging him to fuck them.
She couldn't wait another moment. She snatched the desk drawer open and grabbed the vibrator. She tore off her clothes and hurried to the couch. She threw herself down on her back and spread her legs. She set the tool on high and plunged it into her burning cunt.
"Ooohhh, yesss!" she moaned softly.
She threw one leg over the back of the couch and pushed the vibrator deeper. Her pussy felt like a steamy swamp. The tool slipped in easily. The deeper the tool went, the fainter the humming became. She shoved it all the way up her cunt with one hard, twisting thrust. She liked to play with herself, pretend that a really hot guy couldn't wait to ram his prick all the way up her tight sheath.
She thought about Jordy Howard. Did he have a big cock? Was the head big and round, really prominent, or just an extension of the shaft? She liked the big ones best. Not that she'd had very many cocks. Ralph's had been pretty ordinary-barely six inches long, not all that thick, with a head not much bigger than the shaft. She always dreamed about finding the other kind, the ones with the big heads.
She looked down between her tits at her crotch. Down where the vibrator nosed between the lips of her pussy. She lifted her head a little further and watched raptly as she pushed the last inch of so into her heated channel.
"Aaahhh!" she groaned, her mind going wild with erotic images.
She closed her legs. All signs of the vibrator disappeared. like a black hole in space, her passionate passage devoured the humming sound. The buzzing tool made her buns flex and her toes tingle. She could lie this way-the vibrator delightfully hard and humming away inside her-for as long as it took to cum. She could entertain herself with a favorite fantasy as the vibrator played a tantalizing tune in her tight tunnel.
To her dismay, the usual images didn't come to mind. Instead, she had a vivid image of Bette, standing by the couch, naked, smiling seductively. Damn! She had her legs together, hiding her pussy. For some odd reason, she felt that she simply had to see the woman's pussy. Was her bush as black as the hair on her head? Well, it had to be, didn't it? Only blondes were one color on top and a different color on the bottom. Was Bette's bush real thick?
She couldn't remember ever seeing a black-haired woman naked, so she had no frame of reference. She had to draw her own conclusions. Since Bette wore such a teeny bikini, her bush couldn't be thick. Except perhaps right down her slit. She had to shave it along the sides so her bikini would cover it. Yes, that's the way it had to be.
Why was she thinking about Bette, with her jaunty body and pert little tits? Why wasn't she thinking about Jordy, with his strong, masculine body and lovely hard cock?
Her hands went to her crotch. She began to caress her pussy with one hand. The lips were thick, swollen with blood and passion. She slipped a finger into her slit and touched her clit. She squeezed the fleshy cunt lips together, trapping her finger inside. The vibrator hummed away in her hot, juicy hole, bringing her closer and closer to the magic moment. The finger on her clit began to move, adding its sensations to those from the vibrator. She sighed deeply and lay back on the couch, willing herself to relax and let the orgasm come when and how it would.
Her other hand settled over her hole, palm down. She began to rub it in tiny, tight circles over the base of the vibrator. "Nice wet pussy," she murmured. She smiled and licked her lips. She wished she had something in her mouth right then. Something like a nice fat cock, with a shiny red head she could suck on. Her mouth began to water.
She thought about seducing Jordy. Would she really have to work very hard at it? Men and women his age seemed to have totally different ideas about sex than her generation. Her generation had fucked just as much, but tried to keep it a deep, dark secret. Everyone liked to think so, anyway.
Actually, everybody in school had known which girls put out and which ones didn't. And a lot of those who wouldn't fuck would either give blow jobs or hand jobs. By contrast, today's generation made no secret of their sex lives. Hell, they would even answer all sorts of stupid questions put to them by anyone who claimed to be conducting a poll or hosting some ridiculous talk show.
'Poll' quickly became 'pole' in her feverish mind. She called up an image of Jordy. Of his strong, naked body. Un-like Bette's body, she could append all the parts to his body. His hard prick stood straight out from his loins like a horizontal flagpole.
She didn't get any further. The combination of her finger strumming her clit and the vibrator humming inside her cunt made her pop hard. Her ass came off the couch and began to twist around and around. She began to hump her ass up and down as it went around and around. She held the vibrator inside her cunt with her left hand. The middle finger of her right hand continued to diddle her clit, going faster and faster over the hard nubbin of sensitive nerve endings. She opened her mouth to scream. She caught herself just in time. She snapped her mouth shut and bit her lower lip and moaned deeply as she came.
Her climax ended all too quickly, leaving her only partially satisfied. Suddenly, the vibrator felt like an intrusion in her cunt instead of a pleasant experience.
She knew immediately what was wrong. She wanted a beautiful, hard, live cock filling her cunt. She came on the vibrator only because of her programming. Stick a vibrator up her cunt and turn it on, and she would cum every time. This time, however, it wasn't anywhere close to being as good as it had been in the past.
Nothing was going to be right until she had Jordy between her legs, pounding away at her pussy with his nice cock. And she knew it was going to be nice. It had to be. Such a hunk of maleness simply couldn't have a poor cock hung on it.
She removed the vibrator, turned it off, and got up. She had lots of work to do, so she might as well get to it. She wasn't going to satisfy her needs, her craving, this way. She took the vibrator with her into the small bathroom off her office so she could clean it after she washed her pussy. Offensive body odors turned her off completely, so she took care to never commit that sin.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jordy was waiting in front of Carole's office door when she arrived at the gym the next morning.
"Good morning, Mrs. Browner," he said, handing over his job application. "Here I am, ready get to work."
"So I see, Jordy. Come on in." She sat behind her desk and looked at the application. He was twenty-two. The month before. Born two years before she married Ralph. Suddenly, she felt as old as the trees. "Sit down, Jordy. I'll just look this over and see if I have any questions."
He sat, in the usual male posture, with his legs slightly apart. Surreptitiously, she looked at his crotch. She couldn't get her mind off his cock. To her chagrin, his pants weren't tight enough to outline his prick.
"Is there anything else you want to know?" he asked innocently.
Her mind revved up, then slowed. Oh, boy, is there ever! she thought. She raised her eyes and locked her gaze with his. How big is your cock? Do you have lots of staying power? If I wanted you to, could you fuck me several times a day? More important, will you fuck me at all? Do you have anything against fucking an older woman ?
"Uh, no, Jordy, everything seems to be in order. What I'd like for you to do is patrol the gym and help anyone who appears to need it. Or wants it. Talk to the customers. Help them work out a good exercise routine. Something progressive, so they'll keep coming back. A lot of the customers are on a thirty-day trial membership. I would like for them to sign up for a regular membership. If you help them establish a good program, they probably will. Will you have any trouble with that?"
"No. Sounds simple enough to me."
"What I meant was, will you have any trouble being a salesman for the gym?"
"Oh, well, no to that too. I sort of figured that's part of what you would want me to do."
Part of what she wanted him to do. Did she detect a hidden meaning? Was her mind playing tricks with her? Was she reading something into the statement? Was she so eager to get his cock in her that she misinterpreted what he meant?
"And what did you figure would be the other part of your job?"
"Why, keeping the customers happy, of course. And the boss, of course. Must not forget the boss. The way I see it, keeping the boss happy is going to be very easy and very pleasant. Speaking of which, you don't look up to par today. I hope you aren't ill."
"Uh, no. I, uh, just had a bad night. Restless night, actually. Had trouble getting to sleep. Had a lot on my mind." Smart ass! I couldn't stop thinking about you and your strong young cock. I didn't get to sleep until almost dawn.
"A nice massage would do wonders for you."
"And just who is supposed to do the honors? I live alone, you know."
"No, I didn't know. You're Mrs. Browner, so how could I know?"
"You're right. You couldn't know. Guess Lela's the only one around here who knows much about me. I haven't owned the place long enough for anyone to get very well acquainted with me."
"Well, I'd be happy to volunteer my services any time. I'm not half-bad at giving a massage."
There it is again! Is he trying to send me a subtle message ? I don't know how to respond without making a damned fool of myself. Or, worse yet, inviting a sexual harassment suit. I see what Bette meant.
"I just might take you up on that. Do you have any questions? About how, uh, about what I want.. . what I expect of you?"
Why couldn't she get such a simple question out? No matter how she tried to phrase the question, it sounded like a come-on. Well, didn't she want it to sound like a come-on? How else was she going to get his cock in her? Damn! Why couldn't she think of something besides cock?
"Nope. Guess I'd better get to work. Can't earn my keep in here, can I?'
"That would depend on how you're earning your keep, wouldn't it?"
He grinned broadly. "Yeah, you got that right." He turned toward the door, then turned back to face her. "I might get fired for being too forward, but I'm going to say this anyway. Lela said that you're 45. You sure don't look it. Maybe you can tell me your secret so I can use it to help others."
In spite of herself, Carole blushed. Deeply. The heat started way down deep, just behind her pussy, and raced to the surface of her skin. Just the way the sun worked. She had to swallow several times to get saliva back into her mouth so she could speak.
"Maybe I don't have any secret, Jordy. Maybe what you see is just me. Then again, maybe I've simply lived so fast it hasn't been able to catch up with me."
"I can believe the first part-that you're just yourself. Somehow, I don't think you've lived all that fast. By the way, are you a divorcee or a widow?"
"A divorcee. My husband ran off with a much younger woman."
"I'm sorry to hear that. Did you have him committed to a mental institution? What man in his right mind could walk away from you?"
"Why, Jordy! Is that a pass?"
"Just like an all-star quarterback would throw. If you want it to be." He was gone before she could reply.
She leaned back in her chair and stared at the door. "Well, I'll be damned," she muttered to herself. "He was making a pass at me! How about that? He must not have any hang-ups about an older woman. Unless, like Bette, he just talks a good game. Well, we'll soon see what we shall see. Better get changed and get out there so I can see what's going on."
She stood in front of a long mirror to change into her exercise outfit. She wasn't interested in exercise. Dressing like the other women helped her blend into the atmosphere of the gym. She peeled down to the buff and looked at herself in the mirror. In her excited state of mind, she felt like she was watching somebody else. She studied her body closely.
Her forehead was still smooth and unwrinkled. The skin on her neck was also smooth and tight, with no wattles or turkey skin. She dropped her eyes and looked at her breasts critically. The mounds stood high and firm, as solid as a any twenty-year-old's. Fantastic for a forty-five-year-old woman who wore a size 36D bra. At her age, the big damned things could sag halfway to her belly button.
Her stomach had a slight roundness, but the skin was still tight and smooth there, too. Her thighs were a little heavier than she liked. Still, they were solid and shapely. She turned sideways and studied her ass. She had a good ass. A top-notch ass, in fact. One of her best features. Well-rounded. Full. Firm. Ralph hadn't been able to keep his hands off it, even in public. He always found some excuse to caress or pat it. She smiled dreamily in remembrance. She missed having her ass petted. All in all, she felt she could hold her own with much younger women.
She opened her legs and ran her hand over her pussy. "Hmmm, wet already," she murmured, exchanging a smile with her reflection. She licked her lips, watching her tongue sliding over her upper lip. The color reminded her of the glistening, crimson head of a prick. "Damn! Everything reminds me of a prick!" Nevertheless, she wished she had a cock in her mouth at the moment.
She watched her image in the mirror as her hands moved up to cup her tits. She pinched and stroked her nipples for a moment, then jerked her hands away.
"Don't get yourself turned on any more than you already are!" she told herself sternly. "Jacking off yesterday didn't do you any good. The only thing that will satisfy you is a cock, so put your mind to figuring out how you're going to get Jordy's in you."
She picked up her leotard and tights, then threw the tights aside. She would leave her legs bare. Let Jordy get a really good look. When she wore tights, she wore panties. They would show under a leotard. She tossed them aside, too. To hell with it! She would go naked if it wouldn't embarrass the customers!
She stretched the leotard over her voluptuous body and looked at herself in the mirror again. With only the thin, stretchy material covering her body, damned little was left to the imagination. Her nipples made two taut peaks on top of her tits. A clump of her abundant blonde pubic hair peeked around the thin strip of material in her crotch. Good. She wanted to draw attention. From Jordy, especially.
She spent the better part of the day going out of her way to find Jordy. She stood close to him while she talked to him. She rubbed her tits against him whenever she got the chance, and even brushed her ass across his crotch once or twice. He wore tight white pants and a jock strap, and she could still feel a good-sized lump that swelled when she rubbed her ass against it. She smiled a lot. She also suffered a lot. She thought the day would never end so she could carry out her plan to seduce Jordy and get his cock in her.
The gym was nearly empty between five and six that evening. Originally, she thought she would wait until closing time to make her move. She couldn't wait that long. She needed relief, now! She saw Jordy in the pool, swimming laps. She waited until he got out and stood by the pool before she made her move. He wore a skimpy, speedo-type suit that was little more than a sling for his cock. Her heart began to beat faster as she looked at him. The bulge in the front of his suit looked bigger and better than ever!
She walked up behind him as silently as a cheetah stalking her prey. She put her arms around his waist and pressed her body to his. "Boo!" she whispered in his ear. "Caught you goofing off!"
Jordy jumped, startled by her unexpected move. He held her hands to keep her arms around him and turned around. She caught one of his thighs between hers and began to hump it slowly.
"You won't tell the boss, will you?" he asked, looking at her with a smirk.
"No, but you have to pay a penalty. How about that massage you promised?"
He looked around the nearly empty gym. "Now?" His smirk got bigger.
"Yes, right now! I've got all kinds of muscles that need relaxing."
"I'll just bet you have," he chuckled. He ran his hands down her back. "Yeah, you're really tight all right."
Emboldened by his failure to rebuff her, she slipped one hand between their bodies and let it rest on top of the lump in his swimsuit. That didn't satisfy her. She pulled the suit out and stuck her hand inside. And grabbed a large piece of meat.
"God!" she breathed. "Is that a salami you're going to have for dinner?"
"Nope. It's all me."
"I want it," she whispered excitedly.
"Whatever the boss wants, the boss gets!" He hugged her tight and kissed her.
She pulled his suit down, baring his cock as she continued to slide her snatch up and down his leg.
"You'd better not do that out here. Someone might see you."
She snickered and wrapped her fist around the thick shaft of his prick. "Let 'em see. I don't care."
"Maybe I do."
"Why? Consider it free advertising. Do you think any of the women here ever see one this size? They'll be jealous of me, not upset with you."
"You're something else! I had no idea that you were so wild."
"You ain't seen nothing yet!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to climb his body.
He picked her up and carried her into one of the massage rooms. She wiggled and tried to get down as soon as they entered. He held her tightly and carried her across the room to the massage table. He sat her down on the end of the table and backed up a step.
He pulled the leotard off her shoulders and down her body. Then he picked her up with one arm and stripped it off her ass and down her legs. He tossed it aside and looked at her.
"There, that's much better," he grunted. "Damn, lady, you would give half the women in this place a run for their money."
"Only half?" she asked, teasing him with her voice and a shy smile.
He let his eyes drift up and down her body again. "Well, nearly all of them. Lela comes close."
"Her tits are bigger than mine, aren't they?"
He nodded. "Yes, but hers are softer, kind of mushy. Yours are a lot firmer."
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're gorgeous, and you know it."
She cocked her head to one side and smiled like a coquette. "No matter what a girl thinks of herself, she-likes to hear a man tell her that she's pretty."
His eyes went to her crotch, to the thick thatch of curly blonde hair covering her lower belly and upper thighs. Her crotch seemed to be a mass of tangled crispy curls. The lips of her pussy peeked through the hair, fully engorged with blood. Her slit started way up her belly and ran down between her thighs.
"Damn!" he muttered. "I've never seen so much hair on a pussy."
"Mmmmmm," she purred softly, spreading her legs further apart. "Do you like it?"
"I love it! Most of the girls my age shave their mounds and leave just a narrow strip down their slit. Fucking a bald pussy is fun, but yours looks like the real McCoy."
He began to stroke the inside of her thighs lightly, starting from her knees, back and forth, moving closer and closer to her twat. Her cunt radiated heat, like a little furnace between her legs. Her mossy mound felt as soft as eiderdown under his fingertips. He ran a finger along her slit, stroking up and down, and felt the fleshy lips open. He pressed her clit and her hips jerked.
"Long slit," he said. "You're made for fucking from the front or back."
She propped herself up on her elbows and stared at his hand as he played with her snatch. She looked at his crotch and smiled. "Your cock looks like an iron bar," she said. She reached down for his rigid prick.
He beat her to it, took his cock in his hand, and put the bulging head against her cunt lips. "God, your cunt is so juicy!" he exclaimed softly. "like an overripe peach."
"Fuzz and all," she giggled.
He didn't know that a woman her age could get so wet. He flicked the head of his prick teasingly along the length of her crack, then suddenly shoved forward and sank his dick in to the hilt. He hunched against her and stuck the head high up in her pussy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Carole sat transfixed for a few moments. Her eyes became darker as her passion became stronger. She opened them wide and stared into his eyes as he leaned over her. Her tits stood high and firm and swollen, smooth and perfect, the faint blue veins near the surface full of hot, racing blood.
He took her taut buttocks in his hands and pulled back until his cock almost came out of her. He yanked her toward him and again buried his rod fully.
"God!" she whispered. "Your cock feels wonderful!"
She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to wiggle her ass. He held onto her tight butt and began to gore her with his huge, engorged spear. As the friction heated her more, she began to throw her ass around in a frenzy. She shook her head, moaned, and mauled her tits and wiggled with ecstasy.
Every stroke of his plunging prick squeezed squishy sounds out of her cunt. Her juice poured out of her in a stream, wetting the table, wetting her thighs-a hot liqueur that filled his nostrils with its distinctive musk.
"Fuck me, baby," she whispered. "Fuck me good! Fill my little pussy up with your big cock. Fill my cunt full of your cum!"
His cock swelled almost to the bursting point. Her cunt felt like a tight glove! Just like a virgin! Or so he thought. He had to guess since he had never fucked a virgin. She was certainly as tight as any woman he had ever fucked, whatever her age. Much to his surprise and pleasure.
Every plunge into her bubbling, tight tunnel brought him closer to the edge. He held her ass in his hands, pulling on her buttocks, occasionally flicking a finger in the crack to tickle the rim of her asshole. The raunchy touch set her off.
She began to buck and heave furiously. The pitch of her moans rose higher, higher still. She clutched her tits tightly and cried, "Oh, God! Oh, baby, fuck me! Oh, dear God! Oh, baby! Dear God, fuck me good! Oh! Ohh! Oohh! Ooohhh!"
She came like a freight train, racing along the track, roaring toward her peak in a headlong rush. Her frantic motions and screams were his signal to unload his jism. He began to fire wad after wad of thick cream into her belly, lurching with the power of his spasms.
"Oh, God!" she cried. "I can feel it shooting into me, baby! I can feel your cum! Don't stop! Dear God, don't stop!" She began to throw her body around like a madwoman. She clung to her tits, squeezing the large mounds, crying out as each orgasmic wave ripped through her voluptuous body.
Jordy had never seen anything so stimulating, so erotic. He continued to cum as if there was no end to it. He lifted her ass up and drove every millimeter of his prick into her spastic sheath. He scrubbed his pubic bone over her clit. He had not expected so much passion, so much heat from her. Her cunt felt like a steaming pool of molten lava. The surface of her skin felt nearly as hot. She radiated heat from every pore, a nuclear furnace close to total meltdown.
He slammed his cock into her and finished his orgasm in a tremendous rush. She continued to cum for a few more seconds, then relaxed. Her slack body slumped on the massage table. He stood up close to her, keeping his steel-hard organ stuffed up her carnal passage.
"Damn!" he gasped.
Carole pushed herself back up on her elbows and looked at him. "Oh? Isn't my pussy as good as you expected?"
"Better!" Jordy quickly assured her. "A hell of a lot better. I mean.. .well, I didn't expect you to be so wild. I thought maybe you would.. . . "
"Be a cold fish with a loose, sloppy pussy?" she finished for him.
"Well, something like that, I guess. I mean, you're.. . . "
"An old woman? Just because I'm old enough to be your mother doesn't mean that I'm all used up." She ran her hand over his chest and pinched his nipples. "A pussy is like elastic, Jordy. It expands or stretches to accommodate whatever is in it. Fingers, cocks, tongues, dildos, vibrators, whatever."
"Yeah, a lot of much younger women don't have the muscle tone you do. And they work out all time."
"Oh, Jordy, pumping iron doesn't do a thing to keep a pussy tight," she chuckled. "A girl has to do special exercises for that. A fifty-year-old pussy can be as tight as a twenty-year-old pussy, if the woman knows what to do."
She squeezed her cunt muscles around his now half-hard cock and grinned when he twitched.
"Damn!" he muttered.
"See what I mean? My pussy isn't fifty years old. But when it is, it will be just as tight as it is now. Life does go on beyond thirty, Jordy. Or even beyond forty. You don't really think I'm a dried up old crone, do you?"
"God, no! I meant that.. .oh, hell, you're older than the other women I.. . . " He stopped, totally perplexed. Now that he had fucked a much older woman, he didn't know what to do.
"Jordy, Jordy," she cooed, reaching up to caress his cheek. "You're a dear boy, but you're so very naive. You must not be bashful about speaking frankly with me. I expect it. No, I demand it. I know it isn't polite for a man to talk about the women he's fucked, but you're going to tell me all about them. Every little teeny, tiny detail. Do you know why?"
He shook his head.
"Because that turns me on, Jordy. And, when I get turned on, I get wild and want to fuck! And, if you're a good boy and do what I say, you're the one who is going fuck me."
He wasn't sure that he heard her correctly. Her words banged on his ear drums and slowly seeped into his brain. He still wasn't sure that he heard the words she actually spoke. This woman, this beautiful, sexy, older woman, was actually telling him that he was going to fuck her on a regular basis! He stared at her, his mouth agape, his brain trying to engage and form some words.
"Well, aren't you going to answer me, Jordy?
Don't you want to fuck me again?"
"I.. .uh.. . we.. .you.. .it's.. . . "
Carole chuckled sexily. She wrapped her legs around his body and locked her heels. Then she put her hands behind his neck and clasped them tightly together. "Your cock is still hard. Do you want to fuck me again, or go back to work?"
"What do you think?"
"Well, you can speak," she laughed. "Pick me up."
He put his hands back under her ass and lifted her off the table.
"Now, sit on the floor," she said.
He looked at her with a puzzled expression, not sure what she wanted.
"Hold me tight so your cock won't slip out, and sit down with me on your lap, honey."
"Oh, I see," he muttered.
He thought he did, anyway. At least he understood that she wanted to sit on his lap. He held onto her ass with one and put his other hand down to brace himself. He sat down and stretched his legs straight out in front of him.
She squirmed her ass and settled herself on his lap. She caressed his cheeks and kissed him lightly on the lips as she contracted her muscles around his dick. She smiled and sent a strong pulse through her cunt.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. "That feels good."
"There's more," she said quietly.
Her cunt began to do wild things to his cock. He could feel her strong pulse through the walls of her cunt. The muscles seemed to be caressing and squeezing the full length of his prick. Suddenly, she began to breathe hard again. Her body came alive. The volcanic cauldron between her thighs started to bubble anew.
"Lie back and let me fuck you," she said softly, pushing against his chest for added emphasis.
He lay back as he felt all of her circuits open. Her twat became wetter, hotter and more pliant. Her heartbeat thumped in her chest.
She lifted her ass high, then settled down again. Her mouth hung open. She closed her eyes tight. Her brow furrowed with concentration. She lifted her ass again, and sank back down slowly. She did it once more, then again and again, quickly, getting the full feel of his stiff cock.
She leaned over and braced herself with her hands on the floor by his shoulders. Her large, supple tits hung down in his face. He put his arms around her and began to caress her bare back and ass. She put a tumescent nipple against his lips and gently shook her chest. Then she began to fuck him swiftly.
He grabbed her ass and began to lever his hips up to meet her downward strokes, shoving his prick to her with all of his might. He couldn't believe the fury of her fucking. She twisted her body and shook her ass. She bounced rapidly up and down on his cock. Her free tit swung and jiggled. Her moans filled the air as she drove herself toward another climax. The nipple in his mouth felt like sponge rubber. Her free tit bumped against his face like a soft pillow.
"Mmmmmm, that's the way, baby," she muttered. "Suck my tit. Fuck me hard. Oh, yes, oh, yes! Yes! Oh, baby, your cock feels wonderful! So hard! Push, baby, push! Shove your cock up my cunt!"
Her passion engulfed him, submerged everything but her glorious cunt sliding up and down his prick. He'd never been all that keen on letting the woman get on top. With this hot woman, it seemed right. He accepted her in the dominant role, let her set the pace, without a second thought.
Her groans, the sound of her body slapping his, hot flesh against hot flesh, the wet sounds of her cunt as it rode up and down his prick, increased his ardor. His prick swelled larger than it had ever been. She bounced up and down on his dick as though her thighs were loaded with coil springs. He lunged up to meet her thrusts.
His dick seemed to grow an inch with every stroke. Her passion spurred him on. He began to fuck her so fast that he nearly threw her off. She opened her cunt wide and passively accepted his fucking thrusts. The squishy sounds in her cunt blended, became one continuous noise.
"Uh! Uh! Uh.. .uh.. .uh.. .fuckme, Jordy! All the way, baby! I'm almost there, baby! Almost! Give me all of your cock! Shove it to me!"
She did something no woman had ever done to him. She squatted over his hips, her cunt directly over his raging prick, her cunt wide-open. She put her hands on his stomach and began to heave her ass up and down and swing it around and around in time with his thrusts.
He jammed his prick to the hilt in her deep cunt and shot a powerful load into her depths. She took over, and began to fuck him rapidly from her squatting position. Time and time again, the muscles in his legs clenched as he pumped out his cream, filling her willing receptacle a second time. Her own orgasm set her bucking like a wild filly. He held onto her hips so she wouldn't fly away.
Her emotions began to ebb and her ass slowed. She stopped her crazy motions and fucked him for a few more minutes, slowly and gently. Then she sat down on his cock with a long sigh of pleasure as the last of his cum spurted into her.
She stretched out on top of him and lay quietly, his prick still in her. Her breathing changed gradually from the rapid, steam engine pace to the slow, steady pace of deep contentment. .
"Thank you, baby," she whispered.
"You're welcome. I'm the one who should thank you. You really blew my mind, you know."
"Minds aren't the only things I blow," she said with a sexy chuckle.
"I never did give you a massage."
"like hell you didn't! Your big cock massaged the muscles that needed it the most."
"Do you want another massage tomorrow?" he asked, his voice full of hope and longing.
"Definitely," she said with a deep sigh. "As long as you're doing it willingly. You don't have to fuck me to keep your job."
"I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I know when I'm well off," he replied. "You aren't big enough to force me, so I must be doing it willingly."
She kissed him, then sat up. "Never underestimate the power of pussy, dear. Stronger men than you have fallen under the spell of a sexy woman."
"Spell is right," he agreed. "You mesmerize me."
"That's the spirit. Now, let's get back to work. If another woman walked in on us, she might want the same treatment." She tightened her cunt muscles and chuckled. "And you couldn't do a damn thing for her right now."
CHAPTER SIX
Carole's affair with Jordy settled into a routine that continued for the next two weeks. She initiated the action, they went into one of the massage rooms for a quick coupling, then parted for the remainder of the day.
They engaged in simple, mundane fucking. He laid her on a massage table and either got on top or stood between her legs. If the orgasms hadn't been so damned good, she would have been bored to death!
She gave the situation long and careful thought. Was he afraid to expand his repertoire? Maybe he simply didn't know any better. Did her age intimidate him? Did her uninhibited nature intimidate? Was she simply a release valve for him? Was he simply a release valve for her? Was he fucking her during the day, at the gym, then going out with younger women at night?
She had assumed that he wasn't going out with anyone else. He always had more than enough stamina to take care of her during the day. Maybe he used up his bag of tricks with other women at night, with a nubile girl like the one her husband ran away with. Surely, he had his pick of the young women who filled the gym every day. Maybe he fucked her out of a sense of duty. Maybe he didn't believe her when she said that he didn't have to fuck her to keep his job. Maybe this, and maybe that! She didn't want maybes, she wanted answers.
She didn't care if he was fucking other women. Young or old. What earthly difference did it make? They certainly hadn't pledged their undying devotion to one another. She liked his cock, he liked her pussy, and that was that. Except for one thing.
She wanted him to do more, much more. She wanted him to eat her pussy, to fuck her in different positions and different ways, and she wanted to suck his cock. She might only suck him playfully as a prelude to fucking, or she might suck him off. In any case, she wanted his cock in her mouth.
She also had to face another, equally important, question. Why was she fucking a much younger man to begin with? Was she merely playing a game of tit for tat in an effort to get even with Ralph for running off with a woman half her age? The other men her own age she had fucked provided part of the answer.
She had yet to find one who had an adventurous spirit. Surely, there were some out there. She hadn't met them and didn't want to take the time to find them. She wanted to have fun now, not spend her time looking. like Bette.
Young men had more stamina. They simply could last longer and recover quicker. Also, they hadn't had time to develop bad habits in bed. What hang-ups they did have should be easier to overcome. She still hadn't had a chance to prove that supposition, however.
She didn't feel like she was fucking her son. She didn't think of Jordy that way. Perhaps she would have, if she had not been childless. Jordy might feel that he was fucking his mother. If so, that was his problem to solve. She didn't care what he thought, as long it didn't mess up their fucking.
He routinely fucked her at least twice each time they got together. She could imagine how much fun they could have if they spent the night together. She didn't want a man merely sawing his cock in and out of her pussy, however. She wanted fun, adventure. She wanted to give as good as she got, not simply lie passive and let the man set the agenda and pace.
She had once read that a rut was a grave with both ends knocked out. As things stood now, this relationship was in a deep, deep rut! And dirt was crumbling in at both ends!
She went to work a couple of hours before the gym opened so she could catch up her paperwork. Paperwork was one of the necessary evils of running a successful business. She still hated it.
She thought she was alone until she saw Lela and two young men by the pool. She knew the men by their first names. They came to the gym regularly and their bodies showed it. She wondered why they were there so early. They were all naked, so Lela evidently didn't invite them for an early aerobics class. She stood against the wall so she could watch without being easily seen, and waited to see what would develop.
Lela sat on a lounge with her feet on the tiled pool deck. From where she stood, Carole could look directly into her crotch.
The two young men lay on lounges a few feet away, facing at Lela. The view of the voluptuous, sexy black woman stirred their libidos. They had talked about her superb body and how much they would like to nail her. They equated their chances as about equal to a snowball in hell.
Lela looked at them with a faint, coy smile playing around her sexy mouth. She knew they liked her big tits and well-rounded ass. She had caught them looking her over carefully more than once. So why did they just lie there and stare at her? She was horny, had waited longer than she wished for one of them to make a move. Didn't they understand why she asked them to join her in the gym before it opened? Were they too shy to double-fuck her? Only one way to find out.
She fluffed up the strip of hair down the middle of her mound, then ran her middle finger up and down her slit. She walked slowly to Alan. She straddled his head, spread her cunt lips and held her pussy right over his nose.
"Time to smell the roses, stud," she said softly. "Boss lady will be here before long, so let's get the show on the road."
Alan sniffed deeply and chuckled. "Now that's what I call a real fur pie," he quipped. "Looks good enough to eat."
"Why do you think I'm offering it to you?" she murmured. "Compliment the chef after you've eaten."
Alan extended his tongue fully. Lela held the long, thick lips of her pussy open and lowered her cunt to his mouth. She gasped from the electric-like contact. She hadn't had a tongue in her cunt in a couple of days, far too long to suit her. She tilted her hips forward and slid her itchy clit under the tip of his tongue and gasped louder.
"Ooohhh," she moaned. "Lick my clit. Suck my cunt. Oh, damn, eat me out and make me cum."
Bob grinned, got up and stood in front of Lela, and began to stroke his cock. She looked up at him and grinned.
"You finally got the message, huh?" she said.
"Yeah. We would have made a move sooner, but you can't be too careful these days."
"Maybe next time I'll send you a written invitation and spell out what I want," she retorted. She sucked in her breath sharply. "Your buddy really knows how to lick a pussy. He's giving my poor little clit pure hell."
"As I remember, it isn't so little," Bob replied.
Lela grinned again. She loved to fuck two men at once. Or another woman and a man. She didn't care. The distinction between genders tended to get blurred when she was having fun. She didn't know that Carole was watching. She wouldn't have cared about that, either, if she had known. She had an exhibitionist streak a yard wide. Fucking for an audience really turned her on.
Carole watched with interest as Lela sat on Alan's face. She didn't think they would notice her. They were too interested in each other to waste time looking around the gym. She pressed herself closer to the wall, just in case. She knew she shouldn't spy on them, but the urge to see what transpired overrode her good judgment. The scene titillated her more than she expected. Proper or not, she was going to watch!
Lela squirmed on Alan's mouth and rubbed her juicy slit all over his lower face. He licked the full length of her long gash and tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue. Then he stabbed his tongue deeply onto her soggy hole and sucked her savory essence down his throat.
"Oooooo," Lela moaned softly. "I love to get my pussy eaten. You have a wonderful tongue, baby. Suck my cunt, baby, get me off! I'm about to cum."
Bob watched the foxy woman sitting on Alan's face, feeding him her luscious cunt and urging him to suck her off! "Damn," he muttered, "you sure are a hot bitch." He pulled on his pud a little faster and wondered when he could get in on the act.
Lela leaned over, put her hands on the back of the lounge and ground her cunt into Alan's face. "Oh, yes, suck my cunt," she moaned. "God, it feels good! Gonna cum all over your face, baby! Gonna fill your mouth with my cream. Drink it, baby, drink it down! Eat my cunt! Lick my clit!"
Bob took a couple of steps forward and touched her full lips with the tip of his cock.
"Not yet," she muttered, turning her head away in denial and concentrating on her impending orgasm.
Lela curled her bottom lip between her teeth and bit it to stifle her scream. She whimpered and moaned and snuffled and mewled and almost smothered poor Alan with her fleshy cunt as her orgasm burst over her like a tidal wave.
Bob reached out with one hand and began to pinch her stiff, fat nipples. Her suppressed vocal expressions got louder and she came harder. She came down leisurely, mentally wallowing in the much-needed release.
She looked at Bob. "Hang in there, stud, you'll get your turn soon," she assured him.
She slid all the way down Alan's muscular body to his feet, leaving a sticky trail with her wet slit. His prick stood up from his loins, pulsing strongly. She gripped it in one fist and began to stroke it rapidly.
"Good-looking cock," she murmured, staring at the rampant rod with lusty eyes. "I love cock. Love to fuck and suck and cum until I can't stand it."
"God damn," Alan muttered, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch. "You're one hot bitch. Who would have expected it?"
Lela crawled back up over his groin. She rubbed the knob of his cock through her slit a few times, then stuck it in her hole. She held the shaft in her hand, rose up, and sat down heavily, burying the thick lance in her snatch in one fluid, impulsive movement.
"Mmmmmm, wonderful cock," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "Now let's do some serious fucking."
She wiggled her hips back and forth and twisted her ass round and round, then began to hump rapidly up and down. Her tits bounced and jiggled all over her chest.
"Do it, baby!" Alan grunted. "Fuck me good."
"Oh, I'm going to do it all right," Lela hissed. "I'm going to fuck you until your cock explodes." She looked up at Bob. "And I'm going to suck your cock dry while I do it. Just give me a minute to get started, then stick it in my mouth."
"You got it, baby!" Bob agreed enthusiastically, stroking his rod faster.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Carole watched the beautiful black woman sit down on Alan's cock with excitement sparkling in her bright eyes. She had never seen Lela nude. As Jordy said, Lela's tits were larger than her own, but not nearly as firm. She wondered which ones Jordy liked to play with the most.
She didn't get to see much of Alan's cock before Lela sat down on it, but she got a good look at Bob's. She liked what she saw. Hell, she just liked to look at naked men! Bob's cock wasn't as large as Jordy's, but she wouldn't turn it down.
Thinking about Jordy as she drove to work whetted her appetite. Watching Lela ride Alan's cock magnified her craving. She wished she had enough nerve to traipse right over there and join Lela. A good fuck would really hit the spot.
She hastily pulled her dress up and stuck her hand down the front of her panties. Maybe she should stop wearing panties. Never knew when she would need to get her pussy bare in a hurry. She spread her legs and stuck her fuck finger in the top of her slit. She was wet and hot and so terribly excited! It might be wrong to spy on Lela and her fuckers, but jacking off certainly wasn't! Her finger slid down between the lips of her pussy and began to stroke her burning clit lightly.
Lela shook her head and looked at Bob. "Okay, stud, fill my mouth with cock." She opened her mouth wide to emphasize where she wanted his prick.
Bob stepped forward again and stuck his cock in her mouth. "There it is, baby. Suck it good. Aaahhh, your mouth feels wonderful."
Lela held Bob's dick tightly between her lips and began to ride Alan's cock. It took her a few moments to work out the cadence so she could bob her head back and forth and suck Bob's cock while her cunt slid up and down Alan's rod. She hadn't had two cocks simultaneously in quite a while. A resourceful woman who never forgot a lesson once she learned it, she quickly got her rhythm right. Nothing like satisfying herself and two men at the same time!
Bob held onto her head with both hands, which helped some. "God damn, baby, you're a fine cocksucker," he moaned. "Great mouth.
Suck it, baby, suck it. Gonna fuck your mouth good." He began to lever his hips back and forth, sawing his cock in and out of her hard sucking mouth. She didn't gag or object, so he shoved more of the shaft between her lips.
Lela helped him along by applying more suction to his cock. She began to suck hard enough to make him grunt. She didn't let up. Another orgasm began to stir deep in her belly, and she couldn't think of anything else. She needed a double dose of cum to ease her brash carnal craving.
Carole's heart thumped so hard, so fast, she thought it might leap right out of her chest. Her finger pressed on her clit harder and began to move faster. Her hand acted on its own, striving to fire her sex gun. Her other hand cupped one full tit and began to pinch the nipple through her dress. She felt her orgasm build deep in her belly and rise rapidly to the surface.
Lela felt Alan's prick swell, and knew he was ready to pump her cunt full of cum. She called male semen the elixir of life and craved endless injections of the gooey stuff, top and bottom, front and rear. She held onto Bob's hips and began to suck his prick harder. She rode Alan's cock harder and faster, flexing her cunt muscles to milk him, extracting his juice.
Carole stared at the lascivious scene with lusty eyes. Her pussy felt so good, she wanted to shout with joy. Watching the beautiful black woman fuck herself silly on one big stiff cock while getting her mouth fucked by another one nearly blew her mind. Her head felt as if it would come explode. Her cunt did explode.
She put one hand on the wall to support herself and clenched her lower lip in her teeth to keep her screams from alerting Lela. Her entire body shook with lust and the force of her orgasm. She had pulled and pinched her nipples until they were red and swollen and slightly sore. She came so hard that her legs almost buckled.
Lela began to cum and lost control of herself. She wouldn't have heard a bulldozer tearing down the building. She clamped her cunt around Alan's prick and he released a massive load of cum.
She bounced and jerked and twisted and sucked on Bob's cock as Alan filled her cunt to overflowing. His cum squished out around his probing rod, wetting his thighs and dribbling into his crotch. Her squirming ass spread the sticky goo all over her buttocks.
Carole had never seen such a stimulating sight. She had never seen a woman cum. Her finger lay motionless in her slit. Every muscle in her body quivered as though she had just run a marathon. She masturbated often, but had never cum so hard on her own finger. Watching
Lela fuck two men was wild!
She began to agitate her clit again. She stuck two fingers of her other hand up her twat and began to finger-fuck herself as she fingered her clit.
Lela pushed Bob back and looked up at his face. "Are you ready to cum?"
"Yeah, just about." He tried to stick his cock back into her mouth.
She held him back and said, "Jack off and see if you can squirt your cum in my mouth."
Bob aimed the head of his cock at her wide-open mouth and began to stroke the shaft furiously. His sticky jism splashed on her face and chest and tits. Several drops landed on her extended tongue. She laughed and swallowed the token offering, and rubbed the rest of it into her skin.
Carole came so hard that she fell to her knees. She leaned against the wall and watched Bob cum all over Lela. She struggled to her feet and staggered to her office. Reckless, kinky thoughts that had come to her while watching Lela fuck the two young men set her mind on fire. She had to change her relationship with Jordy or go crazy.
Lela got off Alan. She looked at the two limp cocks, the cum smeared through her crotch, and the shiny patches of cum on her tits. "Come along, boys. I need a shower and you two can wash your cum off me."
Alan and Bob trailed along behind Lela, watching the way the well-rounded cheeks of her ass moved as she walked in front of them. Her big tits bobbed in and out of view, bouncing and jiggling in time with her steps. They looked at each other and grinned, still unable to believe they could get so lucky.
"Which shower are we going to use?" Alan asked.
"What difference does it make?" Lela replied. "We're the only ones here."
"Maybe someone should stand guard at the door, just in case," Alan said.
He wouldn't mind if Lela cut his buddy out of the action. The thought of having this gorgeous, hot-blooded black woman all to himself, to fuck her until he had to crawl home, made his cock stir with new life.
Bob also thought Lela might leave him out of the action. Alan had a better way with women. He usually ended up with the hottest ones when they went trolling together.
Lela stopped and turned to look at them. She smiled seductively and licked her lips sexily. "No one will interrupt us. I locked the front door. Carole has the only other key, and she won't be here for an hour or so. Don't worry, I can give both of you as much fucking as you can handle." She led her two studs into the ladies room. "Enjoy yourselves, boys. Not every day that you get to use the ladies shower."
A burst of cold water hit Lela when Alan turned on the shower. She squealed and giggled and reached around him to adjust the temperature. She picked up the bar of soap and went to work on the men, alternating between them.
She soaped Alan's cock and balls. "Got to get rid of the sticky," she cooed. She handled his tool and jewels thoroughly and smiled as his cock began to fill and rise again. She turned to Bob and began soaping his cock and balls. "Two fine cocks," she said softly. "How lucky can a girl get?"
"We're the lucky ones," Bob replied. "We've watched you ever since we started coming to the gym, wondering what it would be like to fuck you."
"Now you don't have to wonder any more," she said with a sexy chuckle. "But don't get pushy and think you own me just because I let you fuck me. Wait for an invitation, or you'll never fuck me again." She held onto Bob's cock and reached over to grasp Alan's. She squeezed Alan's prick extra hard. "I've already had this one in my pussy, so I'll suck it this time. Bob, you fuck me from behind while I give your buddy the pleasure of my mouth."
Bob and Alan were willing to let Lela dictate the terms of future encounters, but they weren't willing to let her dictate all the action now. They pressed her between their hard bodies, with her fat tits mashed flat against Alan's chest.
Alan kissed her and ran his hand between her legs to fondle her plump mound. Bob slid the middle finger of one hand between the curvaceous cheeks of her enticing ass and pressed the tip against the little brown ring hiding in the deep cleft.
Lela stuck her tongue down Alan's throat and moaned. Alan eased two fingers up her cunt and she moaned louder.
Bob stepped back and began to wash her back. He soaped the deep crack of her ass and pressed his finger against her asshole again. This time, the tightly puckered hole opened to admit the tip of his finger. He handed the bar of soap to Alan and eased more of his finger into her back door.
Alan soaped her tits and belly and pussy. On the pretense of making sure that her pussy was clean, he rubbed it with his soapy palm and worked soap inside her hot channel with two fingers.
"She's got a fantastic pussy," Alan said, looking at his buddy over Lela's shoulder. "You're going to love fucking it."
"Her asshole is super tight," Bob replied. "I don't think she's ever had a cock stuck in it."
"Don't make assumptions," Lela said.
"Maybe you ought to fuck her ass instead of her cunt," Alan said. "She can suck my cock no matter where you put your cock."
Bob snickered. The idea appealed to him. He hadn't plugged a woman's ass in a long time. And had never plugged such a beautiful, hot bitch in the ass.
Lela clung to Alan's shoulders with both hands. She closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations of four male hands gently groping her body. Bob could fuck her up the ass if he wished. She knew it would take a cock the size of his. Bigger ones had come calling at her back door.
Alan began to thrust his fingers deep into her cunt. He jerked them hard, then pulled them back and dragged them through her slick slit to her clit. She almost climbed his frame and suddenly started cumming. She wrapped her arms around his neck and plastered her mouth to his and plunged her tongue down his throat.
Bob finger-fucked her asshole gently, adding to her elation. The dual assault made her ass jerk back and forth and twist uncontrollably. She quivered and fucked Alan's mouth with her tongue. Her climax built to a shattering peak, then began to ebb slowly.
Lela pushed Alan away and backed against the wall. She grabbed a cock in each hand and began to yank them. When she had them hard, she leaned over, grabbed Alan's hips, and captured his prick with her mouth. He reached under her and cupped her dangling jumbo tits to help her keep her balance, and began to knead the fat mounds.
She gurgled happily around his prick, turned her ass toward Bob, and wiggled it at him. He embraced her from behind and reached around and put his hand between her thighs. He began to caress her cunt lips as he guided his dick into her hole with his other hand. She thrust her ass out to make him sink his dick all the way and squirmed her buttocks against his groin.
Alan leaned back against the tiled shower wall and watched her gobble his cock. It slid right down her throat until the tip of her nose touched his pubic hair. She swallowed his dick with ease. He wasn't hung like a horse, but seldom had the pleasure of sticking his prick all the way down a woman's throat.
He groaned when she captured his bare knob in her gullet and applied intense suction. She pulled back, keeping about half of his prick in her hot mouth. Then she began to lick and suck exuberantly, entirely without restraint.
"God, you're a fantastic cocksucker, baby," he grunted.
Lela gurgled around his dick and went right on with her sucking.
Bob clung to Lela's curvy hips and began to bang her cunt vigorously. She wiggled her ass and fucked back at him anxiously. The tiny brown mouth in the cleft of her foxy ass winked at him, enticing him.
He grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed it over the tightly puckered hole. She encouraged him by wiggling her ass harder and moaning and gurgling around Alan's cock.
He gave her cunt a few more hard thrusts for good measure. Then he yanked his cock out, pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and jammed the head against her asshole. She leaned back, silently begging him to stuff her ass.
She groaned deep in her throat as the bloated knob of his cock began to penetrate her asshole. She jerked back at him and he pushed forward, lodging about half of his shaft up her back passage. She stuck one hand back between her legs and began to finger her clit.
Bob grasped her hips again and began to fuck her asshole with abandon. He looked at Alan and winked. "Tremendous cunt, fabulous asshole," he muttered, rubbing it in that he got to fuck the wanton woman up the ass first.
Alan couldn't feel any envy. Lela's expert mouth concentrated his entire existence in the head of his cock. In a few more moments, he was going to dump a huge load of cum down her throat.
Bob was also close to unloading in Lela's ass. She was already cumming. She frigged her clit furiously, moaned around Alan's cock, and wiggled and humped her ass all over the place. Her back curved downward sharply, then arched up just as sharply as she sought to get all of Bob's cock up her ass.
Alan gave her a huge load of hot cum. She stopped for an instant to swallow, then went back to her zealous gobbling. Bob slammed his cock into her so hard that he pushed her forward and gave her rectum a shower of cum.
Lela stopped frigging her clit and let her lust ebb. She sucked Alan's cock dry and patiently fucked back at Bob until his cock softened and slid out of her asshole.
Her longing momentarily quenched, Lela straightened up and shivered. "God, that was good. We'll have to do it again."
"Soon?" Bob asked hopefully.
Lela couldn't resist. She put her hand behind his head gave him a sloppy kiss and a mouthful of tongue. She wondered if he had enough presence to remember that she had just sucked off his buddy. Bob didn't resist, so she couldn't tell. She stepped back and grinned like a little imp.
"Soon enough," she said without explaining that she meant soon enough for her, not him.
Alan patted her bare ass. "See you soon, babe. Thanks for everything."
Lela took a long, hot shower, then dressed for her aerobics class. As she crossed the gym, she saw the light in Carole's office. She wondered what time her boss came to work.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Carole hurried to her office, her head swimming with carnal desire. She saw Jordy coming through the front door and decided to let her paperwork wait for a while.
She waved to him and said, "Come in my office, Jordy. I want to talk to you." She went in and left the door open.
Jody entered and stood across the from her.
"Close the door and lock it," she said.
He wondered what she had on her mind. They usually went into one of the massage rooms to fuck. She started to undress, and he hoped she wanted to change their routine. About time, in his opinion. In the beginning, fucking her was fun. Lately, it had become boring. She could at least suck his cock once in a while. She didn't have to suck him off all the time, but he would like to cum in her mouth now and then. She could also let him lick her pussy. He liked to get a woman off with his tongue.
"Are you happy with your job, Jordy?" she asked. "Do you like to work here? For me?"
The question perplexed him. He thought it should be obvious that he liked his job, especially to the woman keeping him well-supplied with prime pussy. "Of course, Carole. Why do you ask?"
"You've never said, one way or the other. I just wanted to know." She tossed her panties on her desk and went to him. She unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. She hefted his prick and continued, "I want to be sure that all of my employees are happy. If they aren't, and there is some way I can improve things for them, I'll do so. If there isn't anything I can do, then they'll have to leave. I won't have discontented people working for me." She began to stroke his flaccid dick. "That isn't too much to ask, is it?"
"No, I don't think so." He put his hands on her shoulders and started to pull her close.
"No, don't. I don't want you to touch me until I say you can."
"Whatever the boss wants, the boss gets," he said lightly.
She looked down at his prick as it began to harden. She put both hands on it, one around the head and one around the shaft. She moved her hands simultaneously, skinning the head and pulling at the long, thick tube. She opened her legs and rubbed the head of his prick up and down her slit, then moved it back and forth over her clit a few times.
"Mmmmmm," she murmured. "That feels good."
He took a step forward. She took a step back, keeping the same distance between them.
"I can see that you're not going to cooperate."
He cringed inwardly at the thought of being tossed out now. He hastened to reassure her. "Yes, I will! I'm sorry. I got carried away for a moment. Just tell me what you want!"
"Oh, pooh," she teased. "Your feelings are all in the end of your cock right now. Your brain isn't working at all. You want to get in my pussy, don't you? Well, I don't want you in my pussy right now." She pulled on his prick, using it like a handle as she led him to the couch. She tugged on his dick, turned him around and sat him down. "There. Maybe that will keep you in one place at least." She got on her knees between his legs and continued to play with his prick. "I want you to think of ways we can improve the gym. New programs, new equipment, whatever."
The situation seemed, almost dream-like to Jordy. His cock stood up in a full erection, a few inches from her mouth. Her hands were busily working up and down on it, but she didn't seem to be aware of it. She was so damned beautiful, it made his cock ache. Naked, on her knees between his legs, she looked even more desirable. Her tits stood high and firm, pointing directly at his balls. The gnawing, unfocused sexual hunger in his gut made his cock throb.
She moved one hand from the shaft of his prick down to cup his balls, and abruptly shifted gears. "I love to play with a man's nuts. I feel in total control when I hold his jewels in my hands. I love to squeeze the cum out of them. Take off your pants so I can get to them more easily."
She sat back on her heels and watched him undress. He took off his pants and T-shirt and sat back, waiting.
She gazed at his prick and smiled dreamily. "That's a real beauty you've got sticking up there. Have I ever told you that you've got one of the nicest cocks I've ever seen? Not that I've seen that many, mind you. Still, yours is beautiful."
He couldn't think of a reply, so he said nothing. Better to keep his mouth shut and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt. He had the distinct impression that she was talking for her own benefit anyway.
"You cock is bigger than Ralph's. I'd never really thought about size until you fucked me.
Now, I think about it all the time. You've got a beautiful cock and a wonderfully heavy sac of nuts. Do any of your other women play with your nuts?"
"One or two. Most of them seem embarrassed about touching them."
She held onto his cock as she stood and straddled his legs. She pushed the head of his prick between her cunt lips and wiggled it gently, concentrating on her clitoris. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "That feels so damned good!"
His hips jerked and he attempted to shove his prick into her wet snatch.
"No, don't put that monster in me yet. I want to play some more."
He put his arms around her body, pulled her forward and mashed her tits into his chest. Her hard nipples made little indentations in his skin. A strong surge of desire for her swelled within him. She held onto his cock, put her other arm around his neck and lifted her lips for him to kiss.
He covered her mouth with his. His desire swelled even higher as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Her hot mouth tasted delicious. He couldn't remember having kissed her but once or twice. They had coupled often, but it had been just that-a heated merger of desire with little or no foreplay. He caressed her hungrily, feeling her tits, thighs, and buttocks. She held her awkward position astraddle his legs, his cockhead still on her clit. She sucked and nibbled his tongue as it slid in and out of her mouth.
She pulled her mouth away and kissed him lightly on the chest with her damp, trembling lips. "I'm going to make you feel good now," she said huskily. "Going to do what I should have done much sooner."
He cupped her tits and buried his lips in her blonde hair. "I'm all yours," he whispered hoarsely. "Do whatever you want."
Her hot lips moved down his chest. His swollen cock twitched and throbbed in her hand as the sensations from her kisses flowed through him. She licked one of his nipples, then covered it with her lips and sucked tenderly. He trembled and grunted. She squeezed his prick hard, and he groaned deep in his chest.
Her mouth left his nipple and began to go lower. Her soft lips and hot tongue sent scorching sensations roaring through him. He opened his legs as she moved lower. He groaned louder as she knelt between his legs and began to stroke his prick.
He slumped on the couch and peered down the length of his body, watching her with hot eyes. She hovered over his cock, cupping the shiny naked head between her hands and looking at it hungrily. He had been aching for her to give him a blow job, but had been afraid to ask. He had no problem with a woman his own age. He thought perhaps older women were somehow different, and he would spoil everything by asking her to suck him off. He wondered briefly how well she sucked cock.
She slid one hand under him and hefted his balls in the palm of her hand. She looked up at him and said, "Know what you've got when you have a big green ball in each hand?"
Her unexpected, puzzling question caught him by surprise. He stared at her without answering.
She smiled sweetly and stroked his cock with her other hand. "The Jolly Green Giant right where you want him," she giggled.
He started to laugh just as she curled her tongue around the head of his cock. The laugh changed to a deep sigh that gurgled out of his mouth. The touch of her fingers made his cock twitch and his balls ache more. Her tongue was like pouring gasoline on a raging fire as she began to lick the bare knob of his cock.
He began to tremble and pant. Nearly excruciating sensations flowed through his body. He swallowed dryly and lifted his hips to push his cock toward her face. She opened her mouth wide, lowered her head, and took the bloated head between her lips.
Her fiery, damp mouth on his cock made his arousal soar. His panting changed to ragged gasps. She held his shaft in a tight her grip and swirled her tongue around the head. Then she opened her mouth wider and let his cockhead slide into the back of her throat.
She chuckled, pleased with herself. She had never taken such a big dick so deep into her gullet. Saliva flowed from her mouth and trickled down the shaft of his cock, dampening her hand as she gurgled softly around the intruding tool. She exerted more sucking pressure as she bobbed her head slowly and pressed his cockhead between the roof of her mouth and her tongue.
The sight of the breathtaking, older woman-his boss!--fucking herself in the mouth with his cock nearly took his breath away. His hips began to move gently in rhythm with the bobbing motion of her head. His mind wallowed numbly in the dizzying sensations. Her mouth drove him rapidly toward the ecstatic crest of a climax. She gently kneaded his nuts as she sucked his dick. He felt the jism gathering inside him, ballooning in front of a seething pressure, demanding release. He tried to mentally grip his emotions and delay the inevitable conclusion a little longer.
She nearly defeated him when she began to bob her head more rapidly. She tightened her lips and squeezed his cock harder as she stroked his rigid shaft.
The pressure to cum became intense. Every muscle in his body stiffened. He felt a great temptation to give her what she wanted, to surrender to her expert mouth.
He got a brief needed reprieve when she suddenly lifted her head and let his cock slide from her mouth. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. The pressure eased a little, enough to let him breathe a long sigh of relief. He opened his eyes again and looked down at her.
She caressed the head of his cock with her palm as she kissed and licked the shaft. "Almost got your load, didn't I?" she asked, her voice muffled against his cock.
"Yeah. Won't be long."
She lifted her head and looked at him steadily. "It just might be longer than you think," she said softly. "You have to earn it."
CHAPTER NINE
"What the hell do you mean?" Jordy growled. "You don't think you're going to leave me like this, do you?"
"Funny, I've asked men the same thing more often than I care to remember," Carole said ironically. "No, I'm not going to leave you. Provided you're willing to earn your climax. I want something, too."
"What! A 69? Want me to suck your pussy?"
"Yes, but not right now. Right now, I want you to talk to me. Tell me what you're feeling. Tell me if I'm sucking your cock well."
"I can already tell you that. Yes! Double yes! You're fantastic!"
"That won't do. You have to say it while I'm sucking you. Not just a word or two, here and there. I mean that you have to really talk to me."
She breathed against his cock and began to fondle it with her lips and the tip of her tongue. She pushed at his leg and moved her lips down his prick. He put his feet on the edge of the couch and spread his thighs. She moved lower and began to lap his nuts with swift strokes of her tongue.
"Damn!" he muttered.
He had never experienced anything quite like this. No one had ever licked his balls. He knew she wouldn't take his cock back into her mouth until he capitulated and told her what she wanted to hear. He was tempted to keep his mouth shut and see how long she would wait before she began to suck his cock again.
The temptation lasted less than a minute. She was a damned strong-willed woman. She could stop at any time without suffering. He groaned and trembled all over as the tip of her tongue caressed his balls. Tendrils of fire shot through him and his arousal careened higher.
"All right, dammit!" he muttered. "Yes! Whatever you want! I'll talk to you! Just suck my cock. Please! I'm about to die!" He grabbed her head with both hands.
She pushed his hands away roughly. "Remember what I told you about touching me," she admonished. "Touching is my part."
"Oh, don't be silly. Of course you're not dying." She squeezed his prick and balls together "Your cock is pretty hard, isn't it?
Does it hurt when it gets this hard?"
"Yes! like a toothache! It aches all the way down to my toes."
"Mmmmmm, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" She drew her head back and dragged her tongue up the shaft of his cock. She looked at him over the end of his trembling prick as she lapped and kissed it. "Are you ready to cum?" she said in a hoarse whisper.
He swallowed dryly and nodded vigorously. "Oh, God, yeah!" he groaned.
"Okay. I want you to cum a lot. I haven't had a drink of hot cum in ages. You have to give me lots of it."
"I'll probably drown you! Just suck! I want your hot mouth on my cock. You're the best cocksucker ever."
She gripped the base of his cock with both hands. She opened her mouth wide, lowered her head, and took his cock between her lush lips.
"Ooohhh, yeahhh! That's it, baby! Suck my cock!"
The muscles in his thighs knotted and trembled. A groaning sigh of relief burst from his lips, punctuating his words as her hot, damp mouth engulfed his cock. She thrust her head down until her lips were stretched tight and the head of his cock touched the back of her throat.
"Damn, what a wonderful cocksucker!"
She began to bob her head up and down with a determined insistence. She stimulated him rapidly with her mouth and tongue, forcing him toward a climax.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned. "Almost. You've almost got it. I can feel it swelling! Gonna cum, baby! Suck, baby, suck! Suck my cum out. Use your tongue like that. Oh, yes, that's it baby! Go! Suck the cum right out of my hard cock!"
His body stiffened. His hips arched off the couch. Her head began to bob faster. Damp sounds came from her wet mouth. Saliva filled her mouth and streamed down his shaft.
A quiver raced through him. "Suck my cum out, baby, suck my cum out!" he moaned. "Oh, God, yes! Suck my cock!"
He writhed on the couch in the throes of ecstasy as his cum began to spurt from his cock. She paused for a moment, then began to swallow quickly and continued to bob her head rapidly. She kneaded his balls and squeezed his cock as his jism gushed into her mouth and slid down her gullet. She ate his cum avidly. Droplets seeped out of her lips and trickled down the shaft of his cock to blend with her saliva.
His cock quickly shriveled up to a limp tube of sticky flesh. She licked it and rolled it around in her mouth with her tongue, lapping up the last of his cum. He panted hoarsely, his chest heaving as he lay limply. She continued to suck his cock for a few more minutes. Then she let it slide from her mouth and cupped it in one hand. She kissed the head, then looked up at him and smiled.
"Amazing how quickly it goes from a nice hard rod of hot flesh to a limp tube of nothing."
"I wouldn't call it nothing!" he said indignantly.
"Just a figure of speech, dear. Don't get angry." She raised up and kissed him on the mouth. "Was it good? Did you like the way I sucked you?"
"It was great! What about you? You didn't cum. Can't I.. . ? "
"Later. This was my treat. Just a little taste of what's to come. In a manner of speaking."
"In a manner of speaking," he echoed. "I've been wanting you to do that."
"Do what, dear?"
"I've been wanting you to suck me off."
"All you had to do was ask. Do your other ladies suck you off?"
"Don't tease me, Carole. We haven't agreed not to date others. You have no right to be jealous."
"Oh, you dear, naive young man! I'm not jealous. I'm curious! Do you get sucked off very often? Is that one of the things your generation does routinely?"
"Not necessarily. Some women do, some women don't. How about your generation? Is oral sex something you do a lot?"
She shrugged. "Some men would never think of going down on a woman. God only knows why, but that's the way it is. As for women, they're allowed to suck cock as long as they aren't married to the man they suck."
"I don't understand. You mean that men won't let their wives suck them off?"
"That's exactly what I mean," she said sadly. "They were brought up to believe that 'nice' girls don't suck cock. Especially if they have children. Motherhood and apple pie, you know. If the men want a blow job, they find another woman to do it. Even if the other woman is another man's wife."
"I've never heard of anything so dumb!"
"That's the way it is. A lot of those guys are still around. Believe me, I know."
"Well, I'm sure glad that I'm not one of them! You can suck my cock anytime. Or all the time."
"No, dear, not all the time. There are other uses for this." She playfully bounced his prick in her palm. "And, we have other things to do now. Why don't you come over to my place tonight for dinner? About seven."
"Hey, that sounds super! Can I bring something?"
"Just this," she said as she squeezed his cock. "Full charged and ready to fire. Now, get out of here and go to work. I can't pay you to play sex games with me." She grinned, indicating that she was teasing. One could never be too careful with these young guys. She never knew when he was going to take seriously something she said in jest.
As she dressed, she thought about what she had just done. It was totally un-like her to suck the young man off, then not ask for anything in return. She had her reasons, however. One, she wanted to show him that she was willing to do a lot more than just lie on her back and let him fuck her. And two, she wanted to build a longing in herself. A deep, hard desire that would boil and bubble all day.
The moment she stepped out in the gym, Bette confronted her.
"You might as well come clean," Bette said, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "I know what's going on between you two."
"Between who? Are you a keyhole peeper?"
"Don't play dumb with me, you little minx. I'm talking about you and Jordy. I saw him come out of your office looking like he had just visited heaven. His feet never touched the floor. How is he? Does he know what to do with that hunk of meat hanging between his legs? His legs are pretty good-looking, by the way. Is his cock as nice."
"Bette!"
"Oh, don't be an old prude! He's a real hunk. Cute little tight ass. Good legs. Nice broad shoulders. A trim waist. If he has a nice cock, you couldn't ask for anything more. I'm not jealous, Carole. I just.. . . "
"Yes, you are jealous, Bette," Carole interrupted. "Your eyes are so green with jealousy, they sparkle. And you know it. How do you know that you have anything to be jealous about?"
"I just know, Carole. You can't hide those things. Not from me, anyway. I know he's screwing you. Does he do it well? Does he really take care of your needs?"
"Why don't you find out for yourself, Bette," Carole challenged. "You talk a lot, but I've never seen you do anything about it."
"Don't think I haven't considered it! But I don't know a young stud who wants to waste his time with an old woman like me." Bette sounded so forlorn.
Carole's heart went out to her friend. As it would to any woman in a similar situation. She had been there herself. They had known each other socially for a few years, but they weren't close friends. Maybe there was something she could do, however, some way she could help the woman in her hour of need.
"Nonsense," she said sincerely. "You're not an old woman. I'm 45. You're what, four or five years older?"
"I'm 50. What does that prove? Look at the vast difference between a girl of 15 and a young woman of 20. That's only five years, but what a five years!"
"You're looking at it the wrong way. Comparing apples to oranges. There's little different between a woman of 20 and a woman of 25. You've got a fine mind and a good body. You keep yourself in good shape. Not every man goes for the voluptuous type, like me. What the hell, give it a try. The most the guys can do is say no."
"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Bette lamented. "I can't stand the thought of being told no. It scares the hell out of me. Besides, I'm not promiscuous. Not really."
"Well, neither am I!"
"Oh, Carole, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. Forgive me. I was trying to say that you're right. I talk a better game than I play."
"Okay, apology accepted. Listen, maybe I can help in some way. Introduce you to some of the young guys who hang out here, break the ice for you. Whatever."
"It would take more than an introduction. I'd still have to go through that awful period of trying to get them to ask me out."
"Why? You can ask them out. Women do it all the time these days. The young guys more or less expect it."
"Maybe some women do, but not me. I can't bring myself to do that. Maybe you can just throw me your leftovers. Your discards."
"Oh, you figure if they'll get it on with me, they'll get it on with you, is that it?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess that's sort of what I mean."
"You deserve better, Bette. Let me think about it for a while. I'll come up with something. If you don't want to start with a young man, try Lela. She goes both ways. Why don't you give her a whirl?"
Bette ignored the remark. She never had any problem getting all the pussy she wanted. She had already tried Lela. She liked the woman, but she wanted a cock!
"I don't want something!" she laughed, a musical sound that warmed the heart. "I want a virile, energetic young stud!"
"Bette, you've got a lot more going for you than you think you do. We'll work it out. Give me a few days."
"If you could think of something, I would be really grateful, Carole. I mean really grateful. You have no idea what I can do when I'm grateful. I always pay my debts."
"You wouldn't owe me anything, Bette. I would be doing it as a friend."
"Maybe I want to owe you something," Bette said cryptically, walking away before Carole could respond.
CHAPTER TEN
Jordy's eyes lit up as soon as Carole opened the door for him. She stepped back and let him look at her. She had dressed especially for him, and hoped he noticed.
"Oh, man, I love that dress!" he exclaimed softly, with boyish enthusiasm.
She flushed slightly, just enough that a careful observer could detect the change in her skin coloring. Then she smiled-a smile that said she was both pleased and a bit embarrassed at the same time. She drew herself up to her full height of five feet, six inches, pushed her chest out and displayed her fine tits.
Her dress was a clingy, crocheted affair that showed every curve, dip, nook and cranny of her shapely body. She wore nothing under it but her own lustrous skin. Her blonde pussy hair and her pinkish nipples were clearly visible under the tan material. As his eyes roved over her with burning intensity, her nipples hardened and poked through the tiny holes.
"Glad you like it. It's just an old thing I found in the back of my closet. Haven't worn it in years."
She had worn it only once before. She bought it to wear for her ex-husband. After his negative reaction to it, she hid it in the back of her closet and never wore it again.
She looked down at her hot, swollen nipples. She lifted her eyes and smiled weakly. She had the sudden feeling that she'd done wrong by wearing the dress again, even for a young man who wasn't hung-up as badly as Ralph. Then she saw the lust in his eyes and knew it had been a good choice.
"It's nothing but a bunch of holes held together with string," she said, attempting to make a joke of her reckless display.
"Interesting description. And I would describe what's under it as absolutely gorgeous." He held out a bouquet of wild flowers-Blue Bells, Indian Paintbrush, Columbine. "Flowers for a lovely lady," he said shyly.
"Oh, Jordy, thank you!", she said, surprised and pleased. She hadn't expected such a gracious gesture from the young man. "They're beautiful."
"Passed a lady selling them on a street corner," he said. "Thought you might like them."
"Oh, I do. It's such a sweet thing to do."
Jordy looked uncomfortable. Her remark made him feel less than masculine, a feeling he had always had trouble handling.
"And here I stand like a dummy," Carole said. "Come on in. Make yourself comfortable while I put these in water."
She returned to the living room a few minutes later and put the vase on a small table at one end of the room. He watched her walk across the room, his eyes avidly drinking in her beauty. He felt his prick begin to stir in his pants. On the way over, he wondered what she would serve for dinner, whether or not she was a good cook. Suddenly, food didn't matter. His mouth watered for a different dish entirely.
She turned to face him and drifted partway across the room to where he sat in a big chair. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Would you like a drink?"
"What are you having?"
"White wine. I have a fully stocked bar if that isn't manly enough for you," she said, half-teasing, half-serious.
"No, white wine will be fine. I might not eat quiche, but I do drink wine."
"What if I told you that we're having quiche? Would you refuse to eat with me?" Her eyes sparkled. She was enjoying herself. She hadn't fixed dinner for a man in a long time.
She had just enough of a domestic side to her personality that she liked to cook for a man.
His eyes roved up and down her body, then settled on her crotch. He said softly, "You could leave out 'with' and I would be perfectly happy."
"Why, Jordy! You say the boldest things!" She lowered her eyes, blushed, then locked her eyes with his. "And the nicest things, too. Would you really like to eat me?"
"Before or after dinner? Or both?"
Her pussy fluttered and filled with warm liquid. He seemed to be reading her mind. She invited him to her home, into her web, so she could induce him to eat her. She hadn't had a tongue in her pussy in such a long, long time. Far too long, in her opinion.
"Don't give me such a choice," she said softly. "We might never get around to eating dinner."
"So? I'm looking at the finest gourmet meal a man could wish for."
She didn't respond for several seconds. Her mind careened wildly all over the landscape. She had a strong mental image of his head between her legs, his tongue actively licking her wet slit and delving into her hot hole.
"We'd better eat dinner first, dear. We're both going to need our strength. You can have me for dessert."
"And a midnight snack. And breakfast."
"Stop before you ruin my taste for food!" She thought for a moment about how to phrase her next comment. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have a man who wanted me more than anything else. Are you just toying with me, or do you mean that?"
"I mean every word of it. I've never met a woman who turned me on the way yo do."
"Better be careful, Jordy. You might end up making a commitment of some kind."
"Uh huh, I just might." He grinned, attempting to lighten the mood. "How about that glass of wine you promised?"
She pulled her thoughts away from sex and back to the reality of the moment. This young man suddenly sounded wise and mature beyond his years. It had not occurred to her that things might progress this far with him. She had started this affair only to get the sexual gratification that a healthy young stud could give her. He had just planted a further idea in her mind.
"Sure. Coming right up."
Her thoughts continued to whirl as she poured the wine. She handed one to him, then took his hand. "Come with me," she said softly. "I want to show you something."
He accompanied her down the hall, holding her hand. He thought she was going to skip dinner and take him up on his offer to eat her pussy. He felt disappointment about missing dinner. His stomach growled faintly. He hoped she hadn't heard the embarrassing sound.
She opened the door to one of the rooms and led him inside. She stepped aside and looked at him. "Do you think you would be comfortable in this room?"
He didn't see anything special about the room. It looked like an ordinary bedroom. Tastefully decorated, exhibiting neither masculine nor feminine decor, but a bedroom nonetheless. He looked around, stalling for time, trying to understand the meaning behind her question. He remained perplexed.
She knew that he didn't understand her question. She smiled tenderly. "Let me put it another way. If you were going to live here, with me, would this do for you bedroom?"
His face registered a wide range of emotions, from surprise to doubt to bewilderment to confusion.
"This is so sudden," he said. "I didn't expect you to make such an offer."
"And I didn't expect to make it. Don't answer now," she said. "Think about it for a while. As long as you need. I won't push you."
She took his hand and led him back to the dining room. "You sit here." She pulled out the chair. "And I'll sit right over there." She nodded to a chair across the table from his. "I'll bring dinner." She called from the kitchen, "I hope you aren't too terribly hungry. I thought about serving oysters and all those things, then decided you didn't need that to.. . . "
She left the sentence hanging and brought in a large platter containing a large roast, small red potatoes, and steamed asparagus. As she set it in the middle of the table, she said, "Hope you like prime rib roast. I forgot to ask what you eat."
He grinned when he looked at the vegetable. "Are you testing me to see if I eat vegetables? Truth is, I eat lots of things." He didn't mean it to be a sexual innuendo.
She turned it into one. "I hope so," she softly. "I'm looking forward to it. Would you like to carve the meat?"
During dinner, she led the conversation around to him and got him started talking about himself. She ate sparingly. She didn't like to fuck on a full stomach. She'd heard the old joke about men stuffing and mounting their dates, meaning feed them a good dinner then fuck them. She preferred to be mounted without the stuffing. Except for her pussy, of course. She thoroughly enjoyed getting that stuffed full. And she knew from experience that he had the right stuffing for her.
When he finished, she said, "You go in the living room. I'll clear the table and get after-dinner drinks. Do you like brandy?"
"Oh, yes. Good brandy." Before she could respond, he continued, "That didn't sound right. I didn't mean that you would serve cheap stuff. It just slipped out."
Her anger settled back down. "No problem. We don't know each other well yet. Those things will happen. I have Courvoisier VSOP. Will that do?"
He arched one eyebrow and whistled softly. "Will it ever!" He looked around the table. "Want some help with this? Guess you could say that I have a domestic side. I know how to cook and wash dishes."
"I don't wash dishes. The machine does. I'm not hung on the domestic side of life. You go. I'll join you shortly."
She joined him a few minutes later and gave him a glass of cognac. She sat on his lap and put one arm around his neck.
"I've been pretty bold with you today," she said. "Does it bother you?"
"It never did before, with girls my age," he admitted sheepishly.
"Hmmm, that's just too damned bad," she said teasingly. "Pretend that I'm younger."
"I can't. You're far superior to the girls my age."
"Oh, my, you do say the sweetest things."
She kissed him tenderly. Her tongue snaked between his lips and began to explore, moving around slowly, touching every part of his mouth. Her plush, yielding lips came alive as she kissed him harder. She broke the kiss and began to lick his lips.
"I like to lick things," she murmured. "Guess I'm very oral, huh?"
"Guess so," he whispered. He shivered as her soft tongue tip played back and forth over his lips. She was turning him on something fierce. "You certainly were this morning."
He put his hands on her knee and she automatically opened her legs. She glanced down as he pushed the hem of her dress up, then lifted her eyes to his again. She stared into his eyes as he slowly inched his hand upward. He put his hand on the inside of her shapely thigh and caressed the smooth flesh.
"So smooth and hot," he murmured. "So elegant."
"Flattery will get you anything you want," she whispered.
He could swear that he could feel heat radiating from her pussy. He returned her gaze, watched her eyes change color as his hand got closer and closer to her mossy mound.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She opened her legs a little further as his hand moved higher. Her breathing became shallow and rapid. The tip of her tongue moved lazily over her lower lip. The change that came over her, her reaction to his hand so close to her pussy, fascinated him. She was one hot, passionate woman! His blood ran hot and tingles zipped up and down his spine.
When his hand reached her cunt mound, he paused. Tendrils of her thick bush tickled the edge of his hand. The edge of his index finger touched her slit. He was right. Heat was radiating from her pussy. Intense heat. And a heavy dew coated the puffy lips.
She leaned her head against him, tightened her arm around his neck and sighed. She set her glass down and caught the hem of her dress in her hand. She tugged it up to her waist, baring her lower body. She put one foot on the floor, opening her crotch totally to him. She looked down at his hand with burning eyes.
"Touch my pussy!" she whispered excitedly. "I want to watch you play with it."
He ran the tip of his finger up and down her hot, wet gash. She hunched her twat at his hand. He touched her clit. She almost jumped out of his lap. The thick lips of her cunt parted slowly, like a delicate blossom opening to greet the morning sun. He put one finger in her juicy hole.
"Yes!" she moaned. "More! Deeper!"
He put another finger in her and began to pump them in and out slowly. Her juice flowed down his fingers and wet his hand. He began to work them in and out faster.
She stared at his hand, mesmerized by the sight. Her ass began to squirm on top of his cock. The more she rubbed, the harder his prick became. He put his thumb on her clit and massaged the erect button lightly. Her arm tightened around his neck. She began to hunch her ass, driving her cunt up and down his fingers.
"God, that feels so fucking good!" she whispered hotly. "Finger-fuck me, Jordy! Make my cunt feel really good!"
Her bawdy words seared into his brain. He began to saw his fingers in and out of her hot hole. He watched her in fascination as he fucked his fingers in and out of her cunt. Her sexual fervor scared him a little. He had been terribly wrong about older women and their sexual habits. She was as hot, as eager, as any woman he had ever met. Maybe more so. He wondered if he could keep up with her, if he could satisfy her seemingly insatiable appetite.
"I'm going to cum, Jordy," she whimpered. "You're going to make me cum. I didn't want to cum yet. Wanted to wait, let it build. Finger-fuck me faster, Jordy! I'm almost there."
She continued to stare at her crotch, at his hand, his fingers as they plunged in and out of her hungry cunt. He increased the speed of his finger-fucking and she began to hunch faster. She quickly passed the point of no return. She had teased herself all day thinking about how they were going to do everything, and now she had surrendered in an instant to the craving in her pussy.
"I feel your hard cock pressing against my ass," she whispered. "Your fingers feel heavenly, baby. I like it when you make my cunt feel so good. Yes, that's right, do it that way. Do it real fast! I'm going to watch you finger-fuck me while I cum."
Her ass began to move faster, going around in wide circles and humping back and forth. Her whole body began to tremble. The harder he fucked her with his fingers, the harder she tightened her arm around his neck. Her body began to vibrate frenziedly and he began to finger-fuck her faster.
Suddenly, she threw her other arm around his neck and started screaming. Her body thrashed uncontrollably. Paeans of pure pleasure poured from her mouth. He continued to fuck his fingers in and out of the heated, soppy maw of her cunt, driving her higher, forcing her to climax harder and harder.
After several minutes, and several orgasms, she fell back, gasping for breath. Her violent body movement slowed to a halt. She closed her legs, clamping his hand between her thighs.
"No more, darling. Don't make me cum again. Don't move your hand, just don't make me cum again, or I'll die."
"You told me this morning that I wouldn't die from wanting to cum," he teased.
"That was different. A woman can die from cumming. Or lose her mind, anyway." She pulled his head around and kissed him on the mouth. "Thank you, dear. That was marvelous!" She giggled and sighed. "Wouldn't you know, I couldn't watch you do me while I was cumming. I've always wanted to watch myself cum, and I've never yet managed it."
"Try a video tape," he suggested. "Then you can watch it over and over."
"I just might do that," she sighed. "Do you know what a G spot is?"
"Not really. But I suspect that you're going to tell me."
"Don't be so damned smug," she laughed. "It's a place in the top of a woman's cunt that's as sensitive as her clit. Some women have one, some don't. Doctors say that no woman does, but what do they know! Most of them are men, for God's sake! I certainly have one. I'll teach you all about it. Make you an expert on a woman's body. Then you can go out and drive all your young women crazy. Just don't do it behind my back."
"I like to hear you talk about yourself."
"You're such a darling." She kissed him tenderly. "Turn your hand over, palm up. Now wiggle the ends of your fingers around, just a little. A little deeper. There. Right there! That's it. You've found my G spot. Can you remember where it is?"
"I think so."
"Good. Now, when you finger-fuck me, that's where you should put your fingertips."
Eager to experiment some more, he began to rub his fingertips back and forth over the place. She jumped, grabbed his wrist and held it tightly.
"No, not right now. I want you to fuck me before you drive me out of my mind." She scrubbed her ass around. "Your cock wants out. Do you think that I'm shameless?"
"Yes, but I like it."
"Do you really? You're not just saying that so you can screw the old broad again?"
"You're not an old broad. Every young woman should hope she's in such good shape when she reaches your age."
"There you go again, flattering me. Don't you know that will get you most anything you want?"
"I hope so."
"In a few minutes. I've always liked to cum, Jordy. Before I met you, I never got to cum as much or as often as I like. I'm going to teach you lots of ways to please a woman. And maybe you can teach me a few things. We're going to fuck each other to exhaustion. Then we'll rest for a while, and start all over again. So there, you wanted shameless, you've got shameless."
"Are we going to start right now?"
"If we don't, it won't be my fault," she laughed. "Have you ever been to an orgy?"
"No. Not really. The closest I've come is fucking in the same room with other couples. But we didn't swap around or anything. You ever been to one?"
"No, but I've thought a lot about it. Would you like to have your pick of a roomful of horny women? Swap around and fuck as many of them as you can?"
"Well, sure," he said shyly. "It's always fun to get a.. .uh, doing.. . . "
"Get a strange piece of ass? Go ahead and say it. I told you this morning, I'm not jealous. I'm curious. I want to hear all the juicy details about all the wild and crazy things you've done with a woman. But getting back to the subject of orgies, would you get jealous or upset if you saw another man fucking me?"
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Don't evade the question."
"Well, I don't think so. I mean, we're not married or anything."
Her anger flared. Her eyes flashed lightning bolts. "That kind of thinking will get you into deep trouble with me, young man!" she hissed. "A marriage license is not a bill of sale, or a title to a piece of property. Not even to a piece of ass. I won't let you, or anyone else, hem me in. If you want a relationship with me, you have to get rid of those archaic ideas."
It suddenly occurred to him that he could have a very good time with this woman if he didn't fuck it up. Wherever this relationship went, however long it lasted, he stood to gain from it.
"I'll try, Carole," he said sincerely. "I really will."
"Okay. We'll work on it together. You're going to give me all things I've wanted, but never got. You're young and strong and have a wonderful cock, so you can do it. In return, I'll take care of you. Completely. I can promise you that you'll never be bored. Deal."
"Deal."
"Good. Let's go to my bedroom and continue this in more comfortable surroundings."
She stood, took his hand and pulled him to his feet. Holding his hand tightly, she led him down the hall.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Carole turned around and looked at the prominent bulge in Jordy's crotch. She unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. He looked down at her hand holding his prick, then looked deeply into her eyes. He opened the zipper down the back of her dress and pushed it off her shoulders. It slid over her jutting tits with a faint whisper and hung around her waist.
"Your tits are so beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse with passion.
She smiled and began to slide her fist slowly up and down the shaft of his long, thick prong. "Your cock is lovely," she said softly. "I like cocks. I think I just might like to watch you stick this gorgeous thing in another woman and give her a good fucking." She stared at his prick and stroked a little faster.
"I never expected you to be so hot, so uninhibited," he muttered.
"Not bad for an old broad, huh?"
"Not bad for a broad of any age," he chuckled. "Why do you keep calling yourself an old woman?"
"Well, I am twice as old as you. Plus a couple of years." She put her palm loosely around the bare knob of his prick and began to twist her hand slowly. "Doesn't that make me an old woman?"
He grunted and shoved his dick through her fist. "Age doesn't matter. Performance does. Besides, you could pass for a woman about fifteen years younger, so you aren't that much older than I am."
"You just can't keep from saying the nicest things, can you?" She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. "Do you think you're going to get me to do something special by showering my with flattery?"
"Of course. Not that you don't deserve flattery. Right now, however, I want to fuck you."
"See? There you go again.
She pushed her dress over her hips, then leaned over to push it down her legs. Her heavy, full tits swung and jiggled provocatively. He reached out and cupped the hefty mounds. She smiled at him and winked. She got on the bed on her hands and knees and arched her back to lift her cheeky bottom.
"Take off your pants so you zipper won't tear up my pussy, dear," she said.
She watched over her left shoulder as he undressed hastily. He pushed his shorts down and his cock lurched free. He took a step forward and pushed the knob between the cheeks of her bare ass.
He stuck his right hand between her legs and groped the springy lips of her hairy snatch. He stuck his fuck finger through her cunt lips and pushed it deep into her pulsating canal. Her passage felt like a bottle of hot oil. He curled his fingertips and began to massage her G spot.
"Give me your cock!" She shook her ass impatiently. "You can play in my pussy later."
"Whatever the boss wants, the boss gets," he quipped.
He pulled his fingers out of her cunt and hefted his stiff prick. Her beguiling, shapely ass pointed directly at him. She twitched it seductively and bowed her back to align her cunt with the head of his prick.
"Give it to me, baby," she moaned, burning with passion. "Fuck me hard. Make me beg for mercy."
Her bawdy words spurred him on. He dragged the swollen knob up and down the deep, satin-smooth cleft between the cheeks of her ass. The bloated lips of her pussy peeked out provocatively through her dense bush. He caressed her furry crack with the tip of his cock. She shivered and moaned when his dick brushed her clit.
"Oh, God damn, baby, fuck me!" she hissed.
He stuck the broad head of his cock in the mouth of her love chamber. He entered her leisurely, deliberately provoking her.
"Superb ass and fantastic pussy," he muttered.
She shoved her steamy pussy back in response. He gripped her bountiful, well-proportioned hips and lunged forward. He buried his prick to the hilt, filling her to the brim in one fell swoop. She moaned deep in her chest as he impaled her aggressively.
"Damn, baby," he rasped. "Your cunt is tight! Hot and juicy. A true horny, fiery vixen."
"Whatever you want me to be," she gasped. She shoved her ass back and began to rotate it vigorously.
He pulled back and watched his cock glide into view as it emerged from her clinging pussy lips. He held only the bloated knob inside her, savoring the provocative embrace of her pussy.
She shook her ass again. "Come on, damn it! Don't tease me! Fuck me!"
He yanked her ass back and rammed his cock deep into her cunt. He bored his long prong in until his pubic hair scrubbed against the sublime cheeks of her upturned ass.
She rocked back at him and sighed deeply.
"Oooooo, yes, baby, that's the way!"
He reached around under her chest and latched onto her heavy, dangling tits. He began to fuck her mightily with hard-driving, bottom-reaching thrusts. The pace of his pile-driving jolts rocked her back and forth.
She got very excited instantly. Her face flushed with enchantment. Getting fucked by a strong young stud with a robust cock was positively exhilarating. Her cunt got wetter and hotter every time he banged into her. His magnificent plundering prick squeezed her cunt juice out. The warm liquid trickled down her inner thighs, leaving little snail trails.
He kneaded her hefty tits as he plowed her fervent furrow with the smoothness of a mechanism-a well-oiled, high-powered fucking machine. He felt as powerful as a machine and her cunt was decidedly well-oiled!
He saw a pre-orgasmic blush cover his upper body. His chest heaved with exertion. A churning knot of pressure behind his cock warned him that he would soon dump his load into this exquisite, extraordinary woman's boiling snatch. He slid one hand down her belly, into the top of her slit. He seized her love button between two fingers and began to masturbate her rapidly.
"Ohhhhhh, lover, that feels marvelous!" she moaned.
He began to fuck her harder and agitate her inflated man in the boat furiously. Her tits danced and swayed in cadence with his lunges. She panted for breath. Ecstasy screwed her comely features into a mask of lust.
"Go deep, baby!" she yelled. "Rock my cradle!"
His balls swelled with a massive load of cum. His gut twisted in knots. His legs trembled. With one last mighty heave, he slammed into her cunt. He hit bottom and held his belly tight against her firm ass.
She grunted from the force of his assault and began her own climb up the golden stairs to nirvana.
His cock erupted. Hot fuck cream began to squirt deep into her fuck channel. The milky essence saturated her sleek pink membranes.
She shoved her ass back and rotated it vigorously as her own orgasm raced rapidly to the peak. She craved his cum, every drop of love juice he could pump into her.
He clung to her ass, quivered with her as her cunt drained his dick and her orgasm subsided. His prick slid out of her cunt and hung limp, well-oiled with his semen and her secretions. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled.
"What a fantastic fuck!" She sighed with joy. "Don't go away. I'll be right back."
"If you think I'm leaving now, you've got rocks in your pretty little head," he laughed.
She scooted off the bed and scurried into the master bathroom. Her heavy tits swayed from side to side and jiggled up and down from her swift pace. She straddled the bidet and giggled. The stream of warm water made her clit tingle and her cunt pulsate. She thought about getting Jordy's tongue in her pussy and tingled harder.
She dried her pussy and went back to the bedroom. She stood by the bed and posed with one hand on her hip.
He looked at her bare tits and smiled with approval. "Come back to bed," he said. "I have a special treat for you."
"You just had me," she laughed. "Boy, did you ever have me!"
"Uh huh, and I want you again. And again. And yet again. I want you as often as I can have you."
"Is pussy all you want from me?"
A warning bell rang in his brain. He recognized a loaded question when he heard one. "No, not by a long shot." He grinned devilishly. "Your mouth is pretty damn good, too. I'll get around to trying other places in due time. I'm basically a simple man, once you get to know me."
She knew that he was teasing her. She also knew that he understood the true meaning of her question and was avoiding giving her an answer. She decided to play along with him anyway.
"And I'm the Queen of Sheba," she retorted.
His eyes wandered slowly up and down her voluptuous, nude body. "She probably had the same magnetism, the same sensuality, but she was black."
"Oh, really? Who said so?"
"You might consider me an ignorant young stud, but I read a lot. I even watch educational programs on TV."
"Lela is an ideal model for her."
"Her name also fits. Did you know that Lela means black as night?"
"No. I've heard that white men can't resist chocolate pussy. Is that true?"
"If you insist on talking, at least lie down with me to do it."
She crawled on the bed and stretched out by him. He rolled her onto her side and began to caress her with both hands.
"You know how to get me started, don't you?" she whispered.
"I'm learning," he said softly. "I always thought that I hated school. You just might change my mind."
She enjoyed the way he touched her. He ran his hand over her mound, and her enjoyment became more obvious. Her legs parted and her hips curled up spontaneously, allowing him unhampered access to her pussy. Her cunt lips filled with blood and opened. She swirled her hips to maintain contact with his hand. His finger brushed her clit and she whimpered with contentment.
"Right there, baby," she whispered. "Do that. Make my pussy feel good."
Eager to please, he kissed her tenderly as he began to rub the spot that stimulated her the most. The tempo of his finger increased as her excitement grew. Her ass began to wiggle and hump. He brought her off quickly, skillfully. She calmed down and kissed him.
"You're getting pretty good at that," she said softly.
"I have a good teacher," he replied. "I love to watch you cum." He pushed himself up on one elbow and looked at her. "Your body is ravishing. Will you do me a favor?"
"Maybe. Depends on what it is."
"Will you sleep nude and go naked around the house?"
"I already sleep nude," she replied. "I'll stay naked whenever I can. I might have to dress when we have guests. Wouldn't want to embarrass them."
"Hell, they can undress, too," he laughed.
She decided to try her question again. "You only like me for my body."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jordy chuckled. He knew what she was doing. "When I look at and touch your naked body, it's pretty hard to think of anything else."
"Aha, somebody's libido is running wild!"
She didn't tell him that she had the same trouble when she looked at his nude body. She touched his lips lightly with hers. The kiss of tenderness quickly became a kiss of passion. His hands were abruptly all over her voluptuous body, touching, caressing eagerly.
He rolled her onto her back and knelt between her legs. Her nipples looked like tiny fingers standing on top of her firm tits. He leaned down and kissed her chest between the big mounds.
"Suck my tits!" she hissed. "Nip my nipples. I want your tongue and mouth all over them."
His lips fluttered over one alluring nipple and then the other, whisper-soft, like a butterfly. The tip of his tongue vibrated lightly on the very peak of each turgid bud. Then he sucked each teat into his mouth and nipped it tenderly.
Sparks of carnal pleasure shot through her. She forgot about asking questions. Her love tunnel flooded with juice and her tits inflated more. Her nipples felt so swollen, so rigid, she thought they might burst.
He surrounded one puckered tit tip with soft lips and very lightly tickled the distended point with the tip of his tongue.
She squirmed with excitement. She put one hand behind his head and pulled his face into her abundant tit flesh with a loud moan. Her other hand slid down to his chest. She caught one of his nipples between her long fingernails and pulled.
He gently bit her nipple in retaliation. She pinched with her fingers. He licked and sucked her rock-hard nipples. One of his hands slid down her body, over her taut belly, and into her blonde bush.
His fuck finger slid between the thick inner labia. He tickled the love stud hiding under its hood. He moved his hand down further and stuck the finger in her wet hole. A second finger joined the fun and began to pump in and out together. His thumb joined the fray and began to agitate her joy buzzer. Her passionate, panting gasps became sharp and visceral.
His exploring tongue dove into her responsive mouth. Her tongue met his with equal fervor. She tried to suck on his tongue, but couldn't capture it. He kept it away from her, thrusting in and out of her mouth in cadence with his fingers thrusting in and out of her saturated cunt. He rolled her clit under his thumb and felt her body jerk in anxious response.
Starting at the hollow of her neck, he kissed the deep valley between her tits. He licked the slope of her tit and caught a nipple between his teeth. He bit the tender bud, and her sex gun fired. He continued to rub her clit to keep her on a mind-muddling orgasmic plateau as he licked her bucking torso. His tongue skittered into the upper edge of her thick muff and hovered at the top of her gash.
"Suck my cunt!" she whimpered. "Eat me before I got crazy!"
"You're already crazy," he teased.
"Oh, baby, I'm going out of my fucking mind! Suck my cunt, baby! Please!"
His fingers left her hole. His thrusting tongue immediately replaced them. Her moans became continuous, hoarse and shrill. Her mind registered only the urgent awareness flooding from her senses.
He licked her hot gash. He stuck his tongue into her wet hole and drank her savory nectar. He sucked the thick, bloated lips of her cunt into his mouth and gently nippled them. He sucked her whole snatch into his mouth and ran his tongue over her love button. Her whimpers became a piercing wail. He released her twat and began to lash her clit diabolically.
The exquisite agony of unrelenting orgasms wracked her body. Climatic waves overloaded her mind. She soared high, into the golden haze of ultimate sexual pleasure. Slowly, she came back to earth. He continued to lick her slit, carefully avoiding her clit. She lifted her head and looked at him.
"Oh, God, you darling man. I.. .aaahhhh!"
Her voice failed when his tongue began to flog her clit again, sending erotic shivers all over her body. He raised up and knelt between her legs. He grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs straight up in the air. The hairy mouth between her thighs opened with a soft, wet kissing sound. He spread her legs wide and opened her fully for his next assault.
And it came immediately. Straightening his back, he drove his hard cock into her with a force that jarred her. When he hit bottom, she gasped with surprise and then with unadulterated pleasure. She concentrated on opening herself completely to receive all of his thick, lunging lance.
"Get it, baby," she whispered hotly. "Get my cunt good. Rock the cradle, baby!"
He began to pound into her hot, squishy quim with furious, unrelenting strokes, physically bouncing her ass up and down on the bed. She grabbed her ankles and began to hunch her cunt at him. The electrifying pleasure of his pile-driving plunges stretching the limits of her cunt overshadowed the faint pain of his prick hitting the bottom.
She continued to cum as he slammed into her. Then she felt his cock erupt and begin to pour hot jism into the depths of her quivering belly. She came even harder. Wild cries and moans spewed out of her mouth as the boiling cream spurted into her. He fucked himself out, then flopped onto his side by her.
She fell on him and crushed her tits into his chest. "I like the feel of our bare bodies rubbing together," she said softly. "And I like the freedom I feel with you."
He ran his hands over her shapely ass cheeks. "I like it, too."
"You'd better! I'd hate to think that I've wasted all this time and effort."
"Are you implying that you would toss me out and find someone else? I thought you asked me to move in here just a little while ago."
"True, darling, but there's an implied condition."
"And that is?"
"That you don't ever tell me no, regardless of what I want to do."
"Now that, lady, is a damned broad condition. I'm not sure I can agree." He hated himself for saying that. He had become so hooked on this hot woman that he couldn't bring himself to think of losing her. Not for a long time, anyway. "You're a real sexpot, and I like everything we've done so far. But how about the future? How do I know that you won't ask for something I won't want to do?"
"You don't. You can trust me. I'm not a politician or a lawyer. You can believe me when I say that I would never ask you to do anything that you didn't enjoy. I'm not into pain or any of that weird stuff. I won't hurt you. Neither mentally nor physically." She kissed his lips and regarded him with a twinkle in her eyes. "Do you really think I'm a sexpot? I thought that term was used only with nubile young things, more your age than mine."
"Well, I don't know about that, but I know what you are. Your eyes are already beginning to change from speckled to blue again, by the way."
"You're very observant. And I suppose you think that means that I'm getting hot again."
"Yes, that's what I think."
"Don't be so damned sure of yourself. Even if you do have a big cock."
"It will be bigger, if you suck it," he said.
She dragged her stiff nipples along his body as she slid down. She gave him a big grin and licked one of his nipples. She took it carefully between her teeth and nipped it playfully. She sucked it into her mouth and vibrated the tip of her tongue on it. He groaned in appreciation. She moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.
"See, Mister Macho, your nipples are just as sensitive as mine."
She kept her nipples in contact with his skin as she slowly slid lower. She licked down the center of his body to his belly button. She ran her tongue around it several times, then suddenly plunged the tip into the small indentation.
"You're putting on quite a show," he murmured. He pulled two pillows under his head and propped himself up so he could watch her.
"I told you that I like to lick things," she quipped.
"How about licking my cock?"
She went lower, to the edge of the hair surrounding his prick. She ran the end of her nose through the damp, crisp curls a few times, then moved further down. She bypassed his prick, taking care not to touch it. She licked his scrotum daintily, then suddenly sucked one of his balls into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue. His cock lay across his belly, right in front of her eyes. She saw it stir. She sucked his other ball. Suddenly, she slurped up his cock, taking all of it into her hot mouth.
He moaned and put a hand on each side of her head. She held the knob in her mouth, pulled the foreskin back, and sucked it clean.
She lifted her head and grinned. "It tastes pretty good with my pussy juice on it." She regarded his prick for a moment, then said, "Why did you want me to suck it after you fucked me?"
"I don't know. It was just something that I thought of."
"You're not telling me the truth. Did you want to find out if I would like the taste?"
"Well, I guess so."
She fondled his prick and licked it occasionally as she talked. "Are you trying to find out if I like the taste of my pussy, or the taste of pussy in general? Are you trying to find out if I'm bi?"
"Well, are you?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"Don't answer a question with a question. It isn't polite."
"Quit beating around the bush. You can ask your question straight out. You must be as open with me as I am with you."
"Well, I was wondering what you would think about a threesome. With another woman?"
"Why not another man?" She remembered how much the scene of Lela with the two men excited her. "Having two, or even three, big hard cocks to play with at the same time would be wild."
"That could be arranged, you know. I know three or four guys who would give their left nut to fuck you."
"Oh, they wouldn't have to go that far!" she giggled. "Who?"
"When the time comes, if it ever does, you'll find out. Why do you object to having another woman join us?"
"Who said that I do? I know that Lela is bi, and you've fucked her. Did you have her and another woman together?"
"No. To tell you the truth, I didn't know that she's bi. Do you like her? Maybe she would like to join us sometime."
"Maybe," she replied noncommittally. She looked at his prick again. "I don't think it's going to get hard again."
"Probably not for a while," he agreed. "Why don't we get some rest?"
"Okay, if we must. We aren't through yet, though."
"I think you want to fuck me to death." She chuckled sexily. "I thought every man dreamed of fucking himself to death."
"Lady, you are a beguiling little imp," he said. He pulled her tightly to him and closed his eyes.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
If Jordy wanted Bette to join them, Carole wanted to make it happen.
Afraid that she wasn't ready to lick Bette's pussy, she hesitated. She knew that both Jordy and Bette would want, expect, her to lick pussy if the three of them got together. She thought she could let Bette eat her, but she wasn't sure that she could return the favor.
It took her a week to work up the courage. Finally, her basic curiosity got the better of her. The more she thought about touching another woman intimately, the more she wanted to. Also, the thought of watching Jordy fuck Bette intrigued her intensely.
She suddenly became more audacious and unrestrained. He noticed, of course. Only a total dunce could miss the change. She dragged him into her office during the day for quickies, then demanded a full night of strenuous activity when they got home.
"Carole, I'm not complaining, but what's come over you lately?" he asked her one night.
"What do you mean, darling? I'm just being me."
"Yes, but lately, you're more you. I know you said you wanted to do things that you were never able to do before, but you're.. .well, you're wild lately."
"Am I wearing you out? Do you want me to slow down?"
"No, to both questions. I just wondered why you're different."
She didn't tell him that she'd been conjuring up all sorts of images of what it would be like to have Bette with them. She wanted to surprise him.
"As I said, I'm just being me."
"I thought we were going to be totally honest with each other," he said. "But, I'll accept that since you don't seem ready to talk about it. Speaking of being totally honest, I think I'm falling in love with you."
It took a lot of courage to make the admission. He was glad they were in bed, almost ready to sleep after another strenuous session of fucking
"You're what?" she blurted.
"I said that I'm.. . . "
"I heard that," she cut in. "I just don't believe what I heard. If you're anything, you're in lust with me. Or, more-likely, my pussy. That's all you care about, isn't it?"
"No. I also like your mouth and your hands and everything else about you. Your mind included. I like to fuck you. I like to talk to you. I look forward to all of the time we spend together, not just our time in bed. Not to mention the time we spend on the floor or the dining table, or any place you can think of."
"Well, it's nice to know that you like more than just my pussy. But you're being silly. I'm old enough to be your mother." She had never said that before. She didn't know why she did now. She didn't feel that way.
"So what? That doesn't make any difference to me. Does it bother you?"
"Why, of course not, dear. You wouldn't be here if it did."
"Then why do you refuse to believe that I can be in love with you?"
"Well, I.. .well, to tell you the honest truth, I don't know. You caught me by surprise. I didn't expect it. Since we're being honest, I'll tell you something else. I went after you because I wanted to get even with my ex-husband for running off with a younger woman. Silly, huh? How would he know?"
"Lela told me about him. I didn't care. I wanted to fuck you. I thought you were a fine piece of ass. Now I think you're a lot more."
"And I thought that someday you would get tired of fucking an old woman and move on, go back to women more your own age."
"They can't hold a candle to you!" he said quickly. "Not just in sex, but all things. I like being able to talk to you about lots of things, things they don't seem to know the first thing about. That sounds confusing, but I know what I mean. I know what I want."
"What are you going to do when I'm really an old woman, all wrinkled up like a prune and stooped over with bad bones?"
"Somehow, I don't think that will ever happen to you. Look at women like Mae West and Dinah Shore. They looked great right up to the day they died. Why should it be any different for you?"
"You're very sweet, darling." She leaned over and kissed him. "But they were special."
"So are you! You certainly don't look your age now. You could pass for thirty-something, you know. You take care of yourself. Quit worrying about the future. Live for today."
"Maybe I don't want to get married and settle down."
"So? What's that old saying, why get married and spoil a good relationship? An agreement between two people is more important than a piece of paper. I'm talking about being together, with each other and for each other."
"Darling, you sound wise beyond your years. Give me some time to think. You caught me by surprise."
"Take your time. As long as you don't take more than five or ten minutes. How does saying that I love you change anything between us?"
"You would have to understand how a woman's mind works to understand that, darling," she replied. "I can't explain it."
He gave her a deep, deep kiss, then settled down. "Good night, darling. I love you. Sleep well."
"Good night, dear. Sleep tight."
She lay in the darkness, thinking. He had never before used a term of endearment with her. Maybe he was serious. Well, that only strengthened her desire to make his wish come true by inviting Bette to join them for an evening of debauchery.
She issued the invitation the next morning. She sought out Bette at the gym and asked her to come into the office for coffee.
"Are you free tonight, Bette?" Carole asked. "Would you like to come to dinner?"
"I thought your nights were fully booked," Bette said teasingly. "Don't tell me that you and your young hunk are on the outs."
"What makes you think we were on the ins?" Carole asked.
"Don't try to bullshit me, honey. Rumors are flying all over the gym."
"What difference does that make? I can have my friends over, can't I? Assuming that what you say is correct. You mustn't put too much stock in rumors, you know."
"It isn't just rumor, honey. You've been absolutely glowing for the past month. If I had to guess, I would say you're getting well-fucked every day by a strong young cock."
"Bette! Don't be vulgar!"
"I'm not being vulgar, dear, just expressing my jealousy. You said you were going to help me find one for myself."
"I know, Bette. And I haven't forgotten. It's just that.. .my time has been.. .I've been very busy lately and.. . . "
"And that confirms my suspicions and the rumors," Bette said with a laugh. "But, to answer your question, I would love to come to dinner tonight. George is out of town on another of his fucking business trips."
"A fucking business trip, Bette? Don't you mean a damned business trip?" Carole had no compunctions about using the word fucking in its proper context. Which wasn't to describe a business trip.
"No, I mean a fucking trip. Oh, he does some regular business when he's away, but he also does a lot of fucking. Why do you suppose men do that? Especially when they have a nice pussy at home? One who is willing and eager to do anything they could possibly want or think up?"
"I don't know, Bette. Why do men run away with younger women? That's one of the mysteries of life that doesn't seem to have an answer. Maybe it's just the idea of something different."
"A strange pussy now and then, as they like to put it? Well, all he has to do is say so. Hell, I would gladly stage a fucking orgy for him. Why doesn't the stupid shit head understand that?"
Carole was afraid that Bette was going to break down and cry. She didn't want her to become maudlin. She had to be in a good mood tonight.
"Maybe you have to tell him that," Carole said quietly. "But, let's not dwell on such distressing subjects. Think about tonight and having a nice quiet dinner with me."
"Okay. I'm sorry. I don't mean to burden you with my problems."
"It isn't a burden, Bette. I'm available as a sounding board anytime. You know that. I just don't like to see you upset."
Bette smiled faintly. Then straightened up in her chair and smiled brighter. "You're right! What time?"
"Oh, about seven. If that's not too early."
"No, that's fine."
"Good. Wear something very comfortable. We don't have to be formal, do we?"
"Not at all. I'm glad you invited me. It will give us a chance to get better acquainted."
"My thoughts exactly." Carole hoped she had hidden her true meaning.
The rest of the day passed far too slowly for Carole. She even skipped her usual routine of dragging Jordy into her office or one of the massage rooms for a quick fuck. She wanted her appetite fully whetted for the evening. And, she wanted Jordy at his full strength. If things went the way she wanted, he was going to need every ounce of stamina he could produce. She shivered with excitement and expectation as she thought about what might happen.
She briefed Jordy on his role for the evening. He took it calmly enough, after his eyebrows dropped back out of his hairline. They shot up again when she told him what she wanted him to do during dinner. He accepted everything without comment. For what she was promising him, he would walk barefoot over hot coals.
Bette arrived promptly at seven. Carole greeted her and took her into the living room.
"Do you drink martinis?" she asked as Bette sat on the sofa.
"Yep. Dry ones."
"I had these shipped in directly from the Sahara," Carole quipped. "Gently stirred, not shaken."
"Sounds super. Are we alone?"
"Oh, Jordy's around," Carole said cryptically. "He'll join us later."
"Good. I thought maybe you sent him away for the evening. I don't want to inconvenience him."
"And just why do you assume that I would have to send him away? He could have simply stayed home."
"Somehow, I have the feeling that his home is your home," Bette challenged, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
"You don't give up, do you? Okay, suppose he does live here. Why then would you assume that I would send him away for evening?"
"I don't give up and you won't give me a straight answer. I'm not being critical, Carole. He can live anywhere he damned well pleases, can't he? I mean, he is an adult. A healthy young stud with a cock like steel, but still an adult."
"Sounds as if you've checked out his cock. We'd better talk about something else." Carole sat on the other end of the couch. "Tell me about yourself. I know very little about you."
The women spent the next half-hour talking about themselves. Bette consumed three of the martinis. Carole deliberately made them strong. She didn't think Bette would object to what she had planned for the evening, but she didn't want to take a chance. She wanted Bette totally relaxed, even a bit tipsy.
"Well, let's see if dinner is ready. Jordy has been slaving in the kitchen long enough. The least we can do is eat what he's got for us."
Bette didn't seem to notice Carole's strong double meaning. "Oh, so that's where he's been all this time. Did you teach him to cook?"
"No. He already knew how. Besides, the meal isn't that complicated."
Carole escorted Bette to the dining room and seated her with her back to the kitchen door. Jordy entered, carrying their plates, already filled with food.
"I thought we'd do this just like in a restaurant," Carole said. "Hope you don't mind."
"Why should I mind?" Bette didn't pay any attention to Jordy until he set her plate in front of her. "Saves on.. . . " She looked at her plate, then at Jordy. She stopped in mid-sentence. Her mouth hung wide open. Her eyes got as big as saucers. "Oh, my God!"
Jordy stood very erect by Bette's shoulder, looking down at her. She looked at him, at Carole, then back at him. She seemed utterly mesmerized, unable to take her eyes off the young man.
"Your food is getting cold," Carole said quietly.
"Who can think of food at a time like this?" Bette croaked.
"Is something wrong?" Carole asked with fake concern. "Have you lost your appetite? I think Jordy arranged the plates to look very appetizing, don't you?"
"Carole Browner, you're a wicked little witch! Where in the world did you find that outfit?"
Jordy wore a starched white collar and black bow tie, a black cummerbund, and a white towel draped over his arm.
"Oh, I did a little slumming the other day. How do you like it?"
"It's.. .outstanding! Absolutely gorgeous!"
"I mean the outfit," Carole said, giggling deeply.
"Oh, well, that too. Does this mean what I think it does?"
"Since I can't read your mind, I'll simply say that whatever is mine is yours. For the evening. Now eat."
"What?" Bette's eyes were locked on Jordy's flaccid cock. Even limp, it hung halfway down his thigh.
"Your food, silly. That's dessert."
"Why can't I have dessert first then?" Bette said with a pout.
"Well, I suppose it won't hurt for you to check it out," Carole said. "Just to see if you're going to like it, you understand."
"like it! I already love it! Why bother with food when this is available?" Bette reached out slowly and gently curled her fingers around Jordy's cock shaft. She moved her hand slowly up and down his length, immersed in the sheer joy of handling such a long, thick hunk of cock meat. "You know," she said softly, "it escaped me why you would go for a younger man. Now I see why you chose him." She swallowed hard, her burning gaze directed at what she was holding in her hand. "This is the biggest one I've ever seen!"
"Serendipity, dear. I didn't know he was so well-hung. It is a superb specimen of manhood, isn't it?"
"It's something out of a dream!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"A wet dream," Carole replied with a smirk. "Now, eat your dinner. You're going to need your strength."
"God, I hope so!"
"I planned a surprise for you, dear, not torture. I wouldn't treat you that way. Turn loose now, and eat. He'll stay handy."
Bette reluctantly removed her hand from Jordy's cock and picked up her fork. She kept glancing at his awesome prick as she ate quickly. Charged up like a Roman candle with a lit fuse, she couldn't let the matter drop.
"How does it feel when he sticks it in you?" she asked, her voice laden with excitement.
Carole grinned. "You sure are a persistent one. But, if you want to let the excitement build, I'll gladly help. It feels better than words can describe. The first time I took it, I thought he was going to split me wide-open. He filled my poor little pussy absolutely full! And that's one feeling that I never get tired of."
"Ohhh, I'll bet! Does he have lots of stamina? Can he last a long time?"
"Oh, yes! Especially after he gets rid of the first load. Check out his balls. They're huge."
Bette dropped her fork with a clatter and pushed her plate away. She ran her hand between Jordy's legs and cupped his balls in the palm of her hand. She rolled the heavy orbs around in her palm, feeling them all over.
"His cock is getting hard," she whispered.
"What did you expect?" Jordy asked, joining the conversation for the first time.
"Well, just that, I guess," Bette said with a giggle. "Tell me, dear, do you mind what we're doing? You don't feel debased or demeaned in any way, do you? Does it bother you that I'm an old woman?"
"You're not old," he replied. "Mature, maybe, like fine wine. And I certainly don't mind. Why should I? Just think what I'm going to get out of it."
"Are you going to fuck both of us?" Bette was very turned on. Her inhibitions loosened by alcohol, she felt totally wanton and wild.
"I certainly hope so." He grinned impishly. "Unless you don't want me to fuck you."
"Just try to get out of it!" Bette released his balls and grasped his shaft at the base. She tightened her grip and milked it down. Her eyes widened as his dick got a little longer and a little thicker. "It's going to stand up all by itself in a couple of minutes." Impulsively, she dipped her hand in the bowl of salad dressing and smeared it over his cock. She grabbed the shaft and began to stroke it slowly.
His cock rose to its full glory. Bette sighed and began to lick the salad dressing off. Her tongue felt a foot long as it flashed and curled around his thick shaft.
Carole watched her aroused girlfriend clean the salad dressing from Jordy's dick. "Jordy, dear, I think we're through with dinner. Why don't you clear the table? We'll have dessert later."
"But you said this is dessert!" Bette protested, misunderstanding what Carole meant.
"I meant the regular dessert, dear. We'll save it for later, along with our coffee. I don't know what gave me such a silly idea, but I have the distinct feeling that you can't wait any longer."
Jordy pulled away from Bette and gathered up the dishes. Bette stared at his cock as he moved, dying to grab it again. His cock bounced up and down and swayed from side to side as he walked back into the dining room.
He pulled Bette to her feet and began to undress her. He worked slowly, kissing each part of her body as he removed her clothes. He took off her panties and grinned.
"Well, I'll be damned," he muttered, looking at Carole and smiling. "Look at her pussy."
Bette's hairless mound was as smooth as a billiard ball. She trembled from head to toe, so excited she could hard stand it. She shyly opened her legs and let Carole and Jordy look at her naked pussy.
"So that's why no hair shows around that tiny bikini you wear," Carole said.
"I've kept it shaved for a long time," Bette said shyly. "I hope it.. .you aren't turned off by it, are you?"
"Oh, no!" Carole and Jordy answered in unison.
Jordy picked Bette up and sat her on the table. Carole had told him what to do first. He thought it was a real blast that she wanted him to fuck her friend on the dining table right after dinner. He not only wanted to fuck Bette, he wanted to perform for Carole.
"I've been dying to tell someone about him," Carole said. "But I couldn't bring myself to do it. He's been a very good student. He eats pussy better than anyone I've ever known. And the way he uses that magnificent cock will drive you mad."
"I'm already half-mad," Bette said. "What do I get first?"
"Oh, his cock, I think. That will take the edge off for both of you. Then we'll go from there and see what happens. Jordy, you'd better make sure she's really wet, or that monster will tear her apart."
Jordy grinned and ran his hand down Bette's belly. Her legs sprang open as if he'd pushed a magic button. And he hadn't touched her pussy yet!
Bette put her hands on the table behind her and leaned back, her eyes burning with lust, her gaze locked on his hand. She hadn't felt a man's hand on her pussy in ages. Her pussy felt like a river in the flood stage, but she wasn't going to suggest that he didn't have to check it out for himself. His finger passed over her clit on the way down her hot slit. She sighed deeply and hunched at his hand.
"She's really hot," he said. "Her pussy is as wet as yours."
"And just how do you know that my pussy is wet?" Carole asked teasingly. She rubbed her thighs together. Her pussy felt like a swamp.
"Oh, I know. I know what's going through your mind."
"Smart aleck bastard!" Carole muttered in jest.
Jordy put two fingers between the lips of Bette's naked pussy and eased them into her cunthole. His fingers slid in easily, and were engulfed by heat and gallons of girl juice. He finger-fucked her a few times. Then, satisfied that she was more than ready to receive his prick, he started to remove his fingers.
"Find her G spot and play with it," Carole urged hotly. "Give her a real thrill."
He suddenly had a diabolical urge of his own. He had already found her G spot. He made a show of feeling around inside her cunt, deliberately avoiding it. He looked at Carole with a puzzled expression.
"I can't find it. Maybe you'd better show me where it is."
Bette started to say remind him that he had already found it, then realized what he was doing. She looked at Carole, then down at her crotch and Jordy's hand.
"You think you're pretty smart, don't you?" Carole said softly, her voice quivering slightly. "Well, Mister Smart Ass, take your fingers out and I will!"
"Yes," Bette urged softly. "Show him, dear."
Carole slowly got out of her chair and stood by Jordy between Bette's legs. In spite of trying to keep her eyes on Bette's crotch, she let her eyes wander up the little woman's trim body to her tits. They were perky, dainty little mounds with large, sharply pointed nipples. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath, gathering her courage. Jordy eased his hand back slowly as Carole slid her hand down Bette's lower belly.
"You'll like the way her pussy feels," he said. "She has such a nice little hole, almost as tight as yours."
Carole let her hand move further down. The tips of her fingers touched the top of Bette's slit. She paused and stared at Jordy.
"You can do it," he said.
She inched the tip of her middle finger into Bette's gash. Almost shyly, she touched the tiny bud of Bette's clit. "Her clit is smaller than mine," she breathed. "Isn't it?"
Pleased that she was letting him watch her touch another woman's cunt, he smiled encouragement. "Yes. But it seems to be just as sensitive."
"Oh, it is!" Bette chimed in. "I just love to have it tickled."
"Who doesn't?" Carole said boldly. Her fingers went lower, touched Jordy's.
He gradually pulled his fingers out of Bette's hole. Quickly, not letting herself think about what she was doing, she replaced his fingers with hers. She buried her fingers in the sopping hole to the last knuckle, and paused again. She looked down at her hand. Her mind reeled and her heart did a couple of flip-flops. She actually had two of her fingers in another pussy! God, how far she had progressed!
She took another deep breath and turned her hand palm up. She wiggled the ends of her fingers around and immediately found Bette's G spot. There was no doubt she had found the right place. Bette nearly levitated off the table.
"See smarty," Carole said to Jordy. "It wasn't so hard to find. You just weren't looking in the right place. I thought I taught you better than that."
"You taught me to find yours," he said, suppressing a satisfied smirk. "Hers must be in a different place."
"Bullshit! You just wanted me to put my fingers in her pussy. You didn't think I would do it, did you? Well, I fooled you!"
"Well, so it goes," he said smugly.
Carole stuck her tongue out at him, then grinned. "Put a finger back in her. Follow mine until you feel her magic spot."
Bette spread her legs wider and sighed deeply as Jordy added his finger to her pussy. She stared at both hands as he eased his finger all the way in and found the tips of Carole's two fingers.
"That's it, dear," Carole said. "Right there. Play with it until you find out how sensitive it is. Not everyone is the same, you know."
"I want you to do it!"" Bette asked hotly. She wanted to keep Carole's fingers in her, wanted to get the woman accustomed to touching her so intimately.
"I'm not the one who's going to fuck you, dear," Carole replied.
"Don't be too sure," Jordy teased. "The night is just getting started. Anything can happen."
"You would like to watch us do each other, wouldn't you?" Carole said.
"Of course, darling," he said. "Will you do it? For me?"
"We'll see," Carole replied faintly, afraid her voice was going to betray her intense emotion.
"Oh, Jordy!" Bette moaned. "Please fuck me. I haven't had a real cock in me in such a long time. I've never had one as big as yours in me!"
Carole pulled her fingers out of Bette's pussy and reached down to grasp Jordy's cock. She began to jack it up to full erection as he continued to play in Bette's pussy. When she had it fully hard, he took his finger out of Bette's hole and took a step forward.
"Put my cock in her," he said, challenging Carole again.
Carole took the dare without hesitation. She held onto his cock with her right hand and caressed Bette's mound with her left hand. She opened Bette's gash and put the head in the tiny mouth. She held onto the shaft as he eased his hips forward and began to slip his big, one-eyed monster into the woman's tender, hairless cunt. When he was all the way in, she put one hand on each side of Bette's pussy, palms down, and rubbed the bare area.
"It feels so different without hair," she said wonderingly. She looked around at Bette. "How does his cock feel, dear? Is it big enough for you?"
"Mmmmmm! Almost too big! But don't stop. God, I love it! I've never felt so full! My biggest vibrator isn't this big."
"Enjoy it, dear. He's quite good. Believe me. I've taught him all kinds of tricks. He'll give you a good fucking."
"I know, I know, I know," Bette chanted. "I can hardly believe this is happening to me. It's like a dream. A beautiful, once in a lifetime dream."
Carole smiled at her girlfriend. She was almost as happy as Bette, so happy that she could help her friend in her time of need. She took a step back and undressed in a flash.
Carole looked at Jordy's cock as he slid it in and out of Bette's pussy, then looked at Bette's body. "Your pretty little titties look so precious," she husked.
Bette let herself down onto her back and gazed up at Carole with lusty eyes. "Play with them while he fucks me."
Carole very boldly reached out with both hands to caress the woman's tits. She pinched the nipples between her thumb and forefinger and rolled them around.
"Don't you like the way he fucks? Doesn't his cock feel good in your little pussy?"
"Oh, God, yes!" Bette moaned. "Glorious! I think I'm going to fly right off to heaven."
"You can't, dear," Carole laughed. "His big cock will hold you down."
Bette chuckled and put one hand on Carole's belly. Carole shivered and spread her legs. She knew that's what Bette wanted. She wanted it, too. Badly. Wanted another woman to touch her pussy. She already knew that she and Bette were going to eat each other out. Maybe rub pussies and use her vibrators on each other. She wished she owned a dildo. For the first time in her life, she wanted to fuck another woman. Well, there would be other times. Now that she had crossed the threshold, she couldn't turn back.
Bette ran her palm over Carole's pussy, brought it back up, and delved into the crack with one finger to find her large, super-inflated clit.
Carole expelled the breath she had been holding, trembled, and looked at Jordy. He smiled encouragement and nodded his head. She opened her legs a little wider and began to hunch on Bette's finger. "Get me off while he fucks you," she said boldly.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Your clit is so big," Bette whispered in awe. "It feels like a little dick! "I've never felt one so big!"
"Yeah, it's really big, isn't it?" Jordy grunted. "That's what makes her cum so hard."
"I cum so hard because I like to cum," Carole informed him testily. "Bette's clit is not as big as mine, but I'll bet she cums just as hard as I do."
"I don't know about you, but I cum pretty fucking hard!" Bette said quickly.
Jordy and Carole laughed at the woman's eagerness. Jordy caught Carole's eye and winked. He never expected her to bring another woman home for him to fuck. Fucking her was fantastic. Fucking Bette was almost as good. He loved to fuck mature, sexy women who had it all together. Bette had a wonderful cunt, and her responses were more than the average guy could ask for.
Bette let out a little cry every time he went all the way in. "Oh!" she moaned. "Your cock goes so deep!"
"If I put my tongue down your throat, I could probably feel the head," Carole teased.
On a sudden impulse, she kissed Bette ardently and stabbed her tongue into her throat. Bette sucked on her tongue, moaning louder with each passing moment. The kiss surprised her. And pleased her immensely. She loved to get a hot, passionate kiss while a big prick plundered her liquefied cunt.
Jordy's mind reeled. Bette's cunt molded itself to his cock, caressed it, soaked it in hot juice. She was hotter than a firecracker on the Fourth of July. He hung on the very edge of an orgasm. He held back, waiting for Bette to pop first, as Carole had taught him. He slid his cock out, then pushed in deep again. The elastic walls squeezed around his dick as he reentered. He did it again, and then again, faster each time.
Carole's mind also reeled. Bette's finger on her clit was driving her wild-as wild as Jordy's cock was driving Bette. She massaged Bette's tits and pinched her nipples harder as she felt her own climax begin to stir. Another woman was going to make her fun gun fire. She had never felt such intense excitement. One hand flew down Bette's body and landed in her crotch. She pushed her finger into the top of Bette's slit and began to rub her erect clit vigorously.
Bette nearly jumped off the table when Carole's finger landed on her clit. She began to babble a hundred disconnected phrases, moaning and crying, completely submerged in erotic emotions.
Jordy shoved his prick into Bette mightily, hanging onto her hips to keep her from sliding across the top of the dining table. He skewered her on his shaft. Her cunt sucked and slurped. An ocean of juice gushed from her hole with every plunge. The head of his dong drove high up into her and his huge balls smacked against the cheeks of her ass.
"Cum in me, baby," Bette groaned. "Fill my cunt with your wonderful cream. I want to feel it squirt in me."
Her own words set her off. She tightened her legs around his waist and began to thrust her cunt up, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. The dual assault of his prick pounding her cunt and Carole's finger on her clit tore her mind apart. Her belly began to roll. Her ass began to beat against the table. She closed her eyes and cried out as each orgasmic wave washed over her.
Carole joined her girlfriend in orgasm. She almost lost her concentration, almost forgot to finger Bette's clit. Her ass began to twist in tight circles. Her knees got weak. Her lascivious cries of fulfillment mingled with Bette's.
Their orgasmic response pushed Jordy over the brink. He jammed the head of his dick to the bottom of Bette's cunt and let his jism fly. A mighty cum pump began to power his prick. He sent thick, tremendous squirts spurting against the mouth of her womb.
The molten heat pouring into Bette's cunt set loose a new flood of orgasm. She began to twist and buck tumultuously. Carole glued her lips to Bette's in another deep, heated soul kiss.
What started with a bang ended with a whimper. Bette's body went limp. Carole sank to her knees, her chin just above the edge of the table. Jordy leaned forward and supported himself with his hands on the top of the table. Bette's legs released their vise-like clamp around his waist and slid down his body to dangle over the edge of the table.
"Damn!" he hissed. "What a fantastic pussy!"
"What a fabulous cock!" Bette wheezed, then chuckled sexily deep in her throat. "God, I needed that!"
Carole stood again and gave Bette another kiss on the mouth. "There's more where that came from, darling. We're just getting started."
"Speak for yourself," Jordy said. "I don't know if there's any more. She really drained me."
"Of course there's more, darling." Carole patted him on the ass, a tender loving touch. "You can't give up now. You haven't fucked me yet, and I'm sure Bette is going to want more."
"You'll have to give me time to rest."
Carole took Bette to the bathroom to freshen her pussy. She stood in the door and watched as the woman washed away the fruit of Jordy's passion.
"I really liked touching your body and kissing you," she said softly. "I wasn't sure I could do that to another woman."
"I'm glad you did, darling. I want to eat your pussy, you know. The thought of getting my tongue on your big clit drives me wild."
Carole shuddered visibly. Her blood began to run hot again. "Yes, I know. That's what you've been hinting at, isn't it?"
"Of course," Bette replied with a big grin. "I told you that I'd be very grateful if you arranged for me to get a good fucking. You've done your part, now I'm going to do mine."
Carole laughed. "Don't try to bullshit me, dear," she said, startled by her boldness. "You just want to get your head between my legs. I suppose you expect me to eat your pussy, too, don't you?"
"You see right through me, don't you?" Bette looked down at her crotch. "God, that young man really filled me. He must have cum a bucketful."
"Yeah, he really carries a load. What would you expect? His balls are so big."
"So is his cock! Will I get to play with his balls? I'd really like to."
"You can do whatever you like, darling. Now that we're over the initial rough spots, I don't know of anything that I would object to. And Jordy won't care what we do as long as he gets to fuck and suck and cum."
"Well, maybe you had some rough spots, but I sure didn't!" Bette exclaimed. "The moment I saw that big cock, I was ready to do anything!"
"You've done it with women before. I haven't."
Bette turned to Carole, put her arms around her, and kissed her. "I'm happy that I'm going to be the first woman to do you. I thought Lela might beat me to it. You're really going to enjoy it, my dear sexy woman. I can promise you that!"
"And you keep your promises," Carole murmured, trembling again.
"You've got it!" Bette said gaily. "Now, let's go check out your young stud."
Jordy sat in a big chair in the living room, his head leaning back, his eyes closed. Carole sat on the couch and pulled Bette into her lap.
"He recovers quickly," Carole said.
"I'm sure you've experimented enough to know what you're talking about," Bette said teasingly.
"Why, of course, dear! Why else would I have him?"
The women laughed in unison. Bette sucked in her breath as Carole began running her hands all over her body, feeling every inch of the delightful, firm flesh. Jordy opened his eyes and watched silently. She leaned her head against Carole's shoulder and squirmed her ass. She slowly opened her legs as the blonde's hand made its way lower, inching toward her hairless pussy mound.
"Your skin is so soft and smooth," Carole whispered.
Bette kissed Carole on the cheek, then looked down to watch her hand move lower and lower. She glanced at Jordy. She opened her legs wider, showing him her pussy in its full, naked glory. A wistful smile spread across her face. She looked back down at Carole's hand.
Carole rubbed her palm over Bette's bald mound, then over her slit. Very slowly, very carefully, she used the tips of her fingers to explore her pussy. Her fingers went up and down the slit, tenderly pulled at the inner lips, trailed along the wet gash, then two fingers slipped easily into the hot hole.
"You're getting me so hot again," Bette murmured, nuzzling into Carole's neck.
"I've never cooled down," Carole replied. Touching Bette's snatch, exploring another woman's pussy for the first time, added to her excitement.
Jordy stared into Bette's crotch, watching intently as Carole made her explorations. He knew that Carole was playing with Bette's pussy partly to spark his interest. And it was working! Watching her touch another woman intimately turned him on.
He sucked in his breath when Carole pushed her fingers into Bette's cunt and began to finger-fuck the little woman. He expelled the breath in a rush of air when she pulled her fingers out and immediately put them in her mouth. He suddenly had all the watching he could stand.
He moved across the floor and knelt between Carole's outstretched legs. Bette giggled with glee. She turned in Carole's lap and spread her legs wider. Her wet, pink gash lay open and inviting just inches from his nose. He leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and ran it up and down the full length of the hairless slit.
Carole put both hands in Bette's crotch and pulled the lips of her pussy open. "Lick her cunt, Jordy," she said, her voice husky with passion. "Make her feel as good as you make me feel!"
Jordy pushed his face into Bette's hairless cunt and began to drive his long, pointed tongue in and out of her cunthole. He moved one hand up and stuck two fingers into Carole's hot snatch. His fingers worked in and out of her hole in concert with his tongue working in Bette's cunt.
"Oh, Carole, darling, he's fucking me with his tongue," Bette moaned. "God, it feels so fucking good!"
"He's fucking me with his fingers," Carole replied with a moan. "He's getting both of us at the same time!"
Carole grabbed Bette's tits and began to knead the saucy mounds. Bette pressed her back into Carole's much bigger tits and began to squirm.
Supercharged by the unique situation, neither woman could hold her climax at bay very long. Jordy continued to slurp Bette's pussy and finger Carole's hole, and both women began to buck and jerk. Bette turned her face up, pulled Carole's head down, and sealed their lips in a passionate kiss. Two wild female tongues dueled in two hot mouths as Jordy brought them off.
Jordy got up on his knees and pulled the women apart. He kissed Carole, then Bette.
"Oh, Jordy, darling, I want to fuck so badly,"
Carole whimpered.
"And I want to watch you fuck her," Bette added excitedly. "I want to watch your big cock go in and out of her pretty pussy."
As though reading each other's thoughts, the women slid off the couch. Carole got on her hands and knees in front of Jordy. Bette knelt by Carole, grasped the shaft of Jordy's dick, and began to stroke it rapidly. She put her other hand on Carole's pussy and used her fingers to spread the lips wide open.
"There, dear, your cock is hard enough and her pussy is ready. Shove it to her!" Bette watched, her eyes wide and burning with lust as he eased forward and began to slowly slide his dong into Carole's wet cunt. He went all the way in, and she patted him on the ass. "Now, stay that way," she said.
She scrambled around and slid under Carole on her back, with her face under Carole's crotch. She stuck out her tongue and tickled Jordy's dangling balls. Her tongue traveled up to the base of his shaft, then into the top of the blonde's slit.
Carole trembled all over and wiggled her ass. She gasped when Bette's tongue grazed her clit. Bette sucked Jordy's balls gently into her mouth one at a time, and he trembled all over.
Bette let her head back down to the floor.
She grasped his balls in her hand, and said, "Now, fuck her, baby. Give it to her good!"
Jordy began to fuck Carole slowly, letting his cock slip almost all the way out on each back stroke. Bette held tightly to his balls and licked Carole's juice from his shaft each time it slid out.
Jordy thought he had died and gone to pussy heaven. The sensation of fucking a tight, hot cunt and getting his cock licked simultaneously was indescribable. He snatched a throw pillow off the couch and stuck it under Bette's head, elevating it so she could reach her target with ease.
She put both hands in his crotch and began to play with his balls. "Fuck her a little faster, baby," she murmured, her voice partly muffled by Carole's pussy.
He increased the pace of his thrusts, then felt Bette's tongue leave his cock. Glancing down, he saw her tongue moving slowly up the blonde's hot gash to her joy button. He knew when her tongue reached its target. Carole lurched back so hard that she almost knocked him over. Bette began to lash her clit mercilessly as he drove his dick in and out of her slick love tunnel with increased vigor.
A look of pure bliss covered Carole's face. Her mouth hung open. Her breath rushed in and out in deep gasps. She began to rock gently back and forth, taking the full length of his hard, thick shaft with ease. She kept her movements slight so she wouldn't dislodge his prick or Bette's tongue.
She had a vivid mental image of another man kneeling in front of her, stuffing her mouth with his stiff cock. She opened her eyes and looked down at Bette's pretty, nude pussy, smiling at her lewdly. Her head went down. Stopped. Went a little lower. She sighed and licked her lips. She grunted when Jordy slammed into her snatch especially hard. She let her head go lower. Her mouth hovered just above Bette's bald pussy mound. Again, she hesitated, unable to bring herself to kiss Bette's twat.
Jordy began to twist his ass as he plowed Carole's fertile furrow without restraint. He reached under her and squeezed her dangling tits, then felt along her slit and around Bette's mouth. He pulled the lips of her twat open. Bette immediately followed up by pushing her mouth up tight and setting her tongue to work impetuously on Carole's clit.
Carole moaned deliriously. The cock in her cunt and the tongue on her clit sent her straight to nirvana. The prick scouring her cunt seemed to be scouring her brain as well. Bette's marauding tongue made her lose all control over her thoughts. She stared into Bette's cunt again. Her head seemed to move all by itself. Before she knew it, her mouth was resting lightly on Bette's bald mound. Slowly, timidly, she stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the hairless slit. The beguiling taste made her head swim. She became a little bolder and began to lick harder.
Bette jerked and moaned into Carole's cunt. She lifted her legs straight up in the air, then let them fall around the blonde's back.
Carole stared directly into Bette's wet hole. She stabbed at it with the tip of her tongue. liked what she tasted. Shoved her tongue in all the way, pushing her lips down tight to the hot gash. She chuckled deep in her chest and began to tongue-fuck her girlfriend.
Jordy jammed his cock into the tightness of Carole's hole. She began to squeeze his cock unmercifully with her strong vaginal muscles. She made her muscles pulse high up in her passage, something she had never done before. The ripples passed slowly along every inch of his engorged length, from the head of his prick to the root. Bette continued to play with his balls with both hands. He groaned loudly as he felt her tongue pass over his prick and pounded his dick deeper into Carole.
Carole withdrew her tongue from Bette's cunthole and began to lick her clit furiously. Unconsciously, she settled into the same clit-licking rhythm that Bette was using on her own clit.
Slowly, steadily, an orgasm started deep in Carole's belly, a tiny entity in the center of her being, and began to ripple out like a pebble dropped into a calm lake. Except that she was far from calm. Ripples fluttered out, small at first, then grew larger and larger, until the center of her cunt became a swirling hurricane of pleasure. The ripples spread further and further and became waves. The waves massed into a tidal wave of sensation which threatened to engulf her entire body.
She redoubled her efforts on Bette's clit, even gnawing at it gently as her tongue flicked over the hard little bud. Bette's ass began to churn turbulently. Carole drew her attention into a hard little center of sensation and concentrated on Jordy's prick. She felt it swelling, expanding to an incredible size inside her grasping cunt.
The watery mountain of sensation became a strident stream, ripping shrilly into Carole's brain. The pleasure clawed its way to the surface and shattered incandescently inside her, a billion wiggling fingers of orgasm dancing all over her flesh. Her orgasm bubbled up from her cunt, spewing wetness all over her crotch, which Bette lapped up eagerly. She experienced a gigantic orgasm, the best ever, that just kept on going and going.
Bette heaved and bucked suddenly. Carole had enough presence of mind to slide her hands under the woman's ass to keep her from fleeing the scene. She felt Bette's hot breath pouring over her cunt. Then she felt Jordy's hot Jism spurting into her cunt, instantly filling it full.
Jordy grasped Carole's hips, shortened his strokes, and pounded her cunt harshly as his cock pumped out its load. He slumped against her ass, then slowly fell back. Bette glued her mouth to Carole's seeping cunthole and began to suck.
Carole continued to twitch and jerk gently as Bette went about her delightful task of draining Jordy's cum back out of her cunt. She shivered and sighed deeply as Bette pushed her away gently. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, her eyes unfocused, her mind whirling. Whatever doubts she had about getting involved with a younger man were gone for good. She only regretted that she hadn't done so much, much sooner! Her husband did her a favor by running away with a younger woman.
Playing a sexy little game of tit for tat was a hell of a lot more fun that she expected!
