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"OH MY GOD!" "Oh, yes! YESSSS!" "Oooh, I'm going to cum in you!" "Yeah, come in me! I mean wait! I mean, oh YES! Do it! Do it!" "OH FUCK, I'm CUMMING!" "I'm coming too, YES! YES! OH FUCK!!" "OH MY GOD!!! HERE IT COMES!" "YES!!!" "OHHHH!!!" "OH, GOD, YES!!!!" Bodies straining against each other, grinding, seeking even the slightest sensations, almost regretfully slumping down, bodies relaxing, glowing, sated. "Oh wow!" "Oh, yes." "Oh, wow, I love you so much." "I love you." "You're so good." "You're good too. It's so nice." "I can't believe we just did it twice in a row." "TED! WAIT!" "What?" "Don't pull out!" "Okay." Ted stayed where he was, right on top of Carol. Not that he had any problem with that. He'd been in worse places before. "I don't know if I can get hard again so quickly, though." The second time had been enough of a shock to him. It wasn't like he was twenty again. It wasn't even like he was thirty again. "It's not that." Carol's voice was a little strained beneath him, trying to support the weight of his hips. She was still pressed against him, keeping him as deep inside of her as he could. "What do you mean?" "Dammit, I told you when we started. I didn't want to get the carpet dirty." They were in the middle of the living room, lying on their new carpet. The workmen had finally finished installing it yesterday, and Carol and Ted had decided to break it in by watching television. It had been Ted's idea, over the objections of Carol, for them to try lying on it naked. He had been very persuasive about it, he thought with a grin. Carol had objected, but it was hard for her to object to something when that something involved Ted's fingers moving over her clit. They tossed their clothes on the couch and after that, things just came naturally. When the first round was over for him, he found that he was still hard, so he decided to keep going until he softened up. The fact that he hadn't softened was a blessing, and soon he'd added his second load to the one already inside her. Now he could feel the pressure of the come held inside her by his penis, and he knew what Carol meant. If he pulled out now, a large mess would come with him. "Can't we just wash it off? I thought that this carpet was stain-fast and anyway you bought some of that Clean+Green carpet stuff in case the dog messes. It'd work on a little cum stain I would think," Ted said. Carol glared at him, and Ted suddenly realized that he had just made a Male Mistake. "The seats in your sports car are also stain-fast, Ted. Would you like to make love there next time?" "Sorry," Ted gave her a kiss on the forehead and tried to think. Carol didn't want to mess up the carpet, but his T-shirt was somewhere on the couch. That wouldn't be such a great loss, would it? "Hey, stop shrinking like that!" She caught Ted by surprise. "Huh?" Carol looked at him and said "You're getting soft. I'm going to leak out around you." Ted rolled his eyes and said, "I just came twice, Carol and I'm trying to think of a way out of here. And it's not like I can get hard on command anymore." "Yeah, I've noticed lately." She could see that her last remark hurt him, and she was instantly sorry she'd said it. Despite her initial objections and the predicament they were now in, the last hour and a half (and when was the last time THAT had happened!) had been lovely. She didn't want to thank him by insulting his manhood. "I'm sorry Ted. I didn't mean it that way." Ted gave her a look, but she went on. "This was nice, it really was. I guess he does need a rest, doesn't he?" She pushed herself up into him hard, trying to pressure- seal herself to him. It was a good idea, but she realized she couldn't hold it forever. Especially once he started pushing her towards the bathroom. The carpet covered almost all of the ground floor in aquamarine, connecting the computer room to the living room to the dining room. Only the kitchen and bathroom were untouched. It was a definite improvement over the carpet that came with the house. Tom had called that one the Orange Fungus. Who bought orange carpets, anyway? The bathroom was the closest uncarpeted area to them, nested just fifteen feet away between the living room and the computer room. If Ted could push her over the carpet to the bathroom, and then if they could get the door open, they'd be home free, and they could finally decouple. Carol could feel Ted's sperm inside her, pushing their way back against his softening cock as if they wanted to fertilize the carpet. Carol's carpet. Carol's carpet was still a virgin, and she was very protective of it. She didn't want it stripped of its innocence so early in its life by Ted's sperm. She slid her hand over his rear and cupped his balls in her hand, stroking them softly. "What are you doing?" He was a little surprised when he felt her fondle his testicles. He looked down to see her smiling up at him. "Well, we can't have you going soft, can we?" she said, with a small squeeze. "I just came twice." He repeated, but he wasn't objecting. If Carol wanted to turn him on, that was okay by him. "We can't get mad at each other," she said. "Not now. It's like Peter Pan. Think happy thoughts." "Okay." Ted tried thinking of something that turned him on. Something that would be guaranteed to stop his softening member. He found it. "Remember when we went camping in Yellowstone?" Carol closed her eyes and smiled, "Of course I remember. We had to get a new sleeping bag, as I recall." "Oops, bad example, I guess." Ted started to think of something else. "No, Yellowstone's fine," She said. "Yellowstone's great. That was when you finally got me to give you a blow job." "Yeah." Their talk was having the desired effect. "I told you it wouldn't be so dirty," he said. She could feel him get harder as they remembered her first honest attempt to make love to him with her mouth. She had been tentative at first, preparing herself for what she thought would taste filthy and awful. When she had finally touched it with her tongue, she found that it wasn't filthy, but tasted just like the rest of him, maybe a little oilier. And when she looked up at him and saw the rapture on his face as she swirled her tongue around the head, she had decided it might not be so bad after all. Thinking back, she said, "That wasn't our only first, if I recall." She remembered the "incentive" he had given that had disgusted her when he said it (it had turned her off to it, even). After she had finished sucking him off, she had told him that he didn't need to eat her out in return, and that she didn't want it. He backed off at first, but later that night he did it anyway, and Carol had woken up to the most incredible feeling in her life. It was that night that Carol had decided to herself that it wasn't sinful to engage in oral sex, at least not if they kept it in moderation. "Well, that wasn't so hard after all," Ted said. He was firm inside of her. Not stiff yet, but hard enough to keep their combined juices from leaking out of her. "At least, it wasn't hard then, but it sure is now." Carol smiled at his little joke. "Okay. I think you can push me over to the bathroom," she said. Ted shook his head. "My T-shirt's on the couch. We can use that to soak up the cum." She looked at him like he was crazy. "Ted, that's disgusting!" He bent and kissed her breast, maintaining his erection. "It's only a T-shirt. It can be sacrificed for the carpet." She thought for a second. "What shirt is it?" "It's the shirt I got from the Shedd Aquarium." She was shocked. "Ted, you can't use that shirt!" He raised his mouth from her nipple and said, "Why not?" She looked at him in disbelief. "That's a beautiful shirt. I love that shirt. Penny had me get you that shirt, and I'm not going to let you use it that way. Why couldn't you have worn your Hooters shirt today? I wouldn't mind using *that* one." Ted rolled his eyes and slid a little bit further in. "All right, we'll go to the bathroom." Digging his feet into the soft carpet, Ted began to push forward into her with all the power he could use. It was a tricky balance. Too much strength would make him slip back on the carpet. Not enough, and he'd just be pushing back into Carol. Ted struggled for a couple minutes, sliding and flopping around as he fought to stay buried in Carol's vagina. Two minutes work only moved her two feet, and already Ted was feeling tired. "Hold on. I'm going to try to lift you up." He did try, but found it was impossible: his need to remain inside of her kept her pinned to the floor when he tried lifting her from above. They flipped over, but this was even worse. Ted was too heavy a load for Carol to push, and Carol's position above him kept him from getting any significant traction on the carpet with his feet. They rested for a while, and she rode softly on his member, keeping him hard inside her. Suddenly Ted got an idea. "What if I sat up like this?" He said, placing his arms at his sides and pushing his torso up. Carol started to go down, remaining perpendicular to him. "Wait, Carol. You sit up, too." "Okay," she said, pushing herself up to join him. He put his arms around her to keep them together as he surveyed their position. They were both sitting up, facing each other and joined at the hip. Carol's legs wrapped around his waist and rested on the carpet, while she sat on his lap. Ted's legs were splayed out behind her. He moved them together and raised his knees, so that now only their feet and his butt were touching the carpet. "Okay. Now I'm going to push off with my legs, and I want you to raise up and pull yourself into me with yours. Okay?" She agreed, and he pushed his legs out as hard as he could. She pulled her legs in, and they slid forward about an inch. The move was jerky, and the sudden motion almost overturned the couple. "Hold your arms around me, and I'll use my arms to lift our butts off the floor when I push." She put her arms around his back, and pulled him up close to her torso. He could feel her hot breasts crushed against his chest, and his hard-on grew half a notch. "Mmmm, I feel like I could add a third load right now." "Don't you dare Ted!" He pushed down on the carpet, and their bodies rose for a split second as he pushed back with his legs, and she pulled forward with hers. This time they moved a full foot. "There we go," Carol said. She kissed him and said, "You are so clever." She wanted to keep Ted feeling good and hard if they were to have any chance of saving the carpet. "Shall we do it again?" He asked. She said yes, and they began their slow progress towards the bathroom door. Every time they came down, she pulled herself a little bit forward, pressing her hips against Ted's waist. Each impact caused her to crash down into him, like a slow, hard fucking. Carol found herself getting hot again from this new stimulation. Ted was looking behind his shoulder at where they were headed and he turned back to face his wife. Carol knew he was seeing her face flushed with arousal, and turned even redder with the realization that he knew she was hot. "You like?" Ted asked. She nodded her head slightly. The next time they came down, she pulled herself forward, but kept her legs closed around Ted's waist for a few seconds before allowing him to draw in his legs. Ted gave her a kiss on the forehead and said "I thought you didn't want to go again." Fighting to keep her head clear, she replied, "I don't. We've got to get into the bathroom. Then we'll do it." She laughed quietly and said "This is crazy. We've already done it twice. When was the last time I was turned on this much?" Ted smiled and pushed them back further towards the door. They had only six more feet to go. He said "Remember back when we were both working two jobs? When we managed to get some time alone together, you were like this." "I was?" All she could remember was that they really had to scrounge for quality time back then. "Trust me, I remember." Ted said. They'd been having sex every day for the first few weeks after their honeymoon When they had to start supporting themselves, the frequency dropped down to about once every two weeks, whenever they weren't working or tired. They'd done the best they could to make up for the lost time, sometimes spending the entire afternoon in bed. Carol had been insatiable back then. Ted could remember a time after he'd just had his second orgasm and Carol had had her fourth. He'd gone to the bathroom to wash up, and returned to find her playing with herself under the sheet, wanting more. She'd been mortified when she saw him looking, but he'd managed to calm her down, and they'd enjoyed another round. Carol felt him getting stiffer inside of her as they closed in on the door. She looked at his face and said "Happy thoughts?" Ted smiled and squeezed her nipple. She gasped softly, and pulled herself down on his penis steadily. Carol's feet were now about one foot away from the bathroom door, and she began to guide Ted on his last few pushes. "On our next one, let's angle a little bit to the right. My right. There we go." He lifted and pushed, and pulled their bodies parallel to the door. Relieved, Ted reached up and grabbed the knob. It wouldn't turn. "It's not turning, Carol." Ted said. He turned on it harder, but the knob wouldn't budge. Carol looked at his hand, confused. "Is it locked?" Ted's eyes closed in frustration as he tried to strong arm the door. "No, it's not locked. It's broken or something. It's not jiggling like it's locked." "What do you mean, it's not jiggling?" Carol's voice was getting desperate. "Why don't you try it and see what I mean?" Ted said, frustration giving his voice an angry edge. Carol reached up and grabbed the knob. Sure enough, it wouldn't turn. Nothing even rattled in protest when she tried to turn it. Whatever was wrong inside had frozen the gears. She jerked the knob angrily, then sank back into Ted when the door refused to yield. "I guess it's the kitchen, then." Ted was angry at the cheap doorknob. Their house was fairly new, and it was obvious that whoever had been contracted to build it knew how to cut corners. If there was one thing he hated, it was a half-assed way of doing things. He planted his hands into the carpet and pushed himself forward roughly. He slammed into Carol, and she fell back on his lap, holding her nose. "Honey, are you okay?" Instantly his anger evaporated as he pulled his wife back up on his lap. She was holding her nose in her hands, still surprised from his sudden movement. "Let me see, honey. I'm so sorry." She held her nose with a hurt look and said. "I'm okay. You didn't slip out, did you?" Damn! He hadn't noticed! Frantically, Ted checked his penis, and was relieved to find that he was still deep inside his wife. "I'm still inside you. I'm getting a little soft, though. Let me see your nose, honey." He pried her hands off her face and inspected her nose tenderly. A small trickle of blood flowed from her nostril. Worried, Ted prodded the structure of her nose. "Ouch!" "It's all right. Nothing seems to be broken. You're just bleeding a bit." Carol smiled weakly, but soon began to cry. Ted held her in his arms and comforted her until she could get control of herself. "I'm sorry, Carol. I was just mad, and I didn't think about what I was doing." She snuffled it in, and said "It's all right, Ted. Here, help me up." Ted protested. "You're getting up? What about the carpet?" "I don't care about the carpet, I just want to wash my nose. I can clean the carpet later." She tried to get up, but Ted didn't let her. "Uh-uh. The least I can do to make this up to you is to get us off this rug without staining it." Carol looked at him sullenly. "We've got to go all the way to the kitchen. If we just jerk around like this, my nose will start bleeding more." "It's OK. I've got an idea. Here, I'm going to lean back. You come with me." He leaned back slowly. "Put your legs down by mine as you lean forward." Awkwardly, Carol rocked from side to side, moving one leg, then the other around them to rest against his. She was lying on top of him, spread out from his chest to his thighs. "OK. Now I'm going to put my arms around you, and we'll roll our way to the kitchen." He held her and began to roll, but she stopped him. "Wait. You're not hard yet. You're going to slip out." They sat in silence, waiting for Ted to make himself hard. Carol said, "This isn't going to work." She felt unattractive, with her eyes puffy from crying and her nose trickling blood. She was doing her best to lap up the blood from her nose before any dripped on the carpet, and she imagined how horrible she must look to him. She'd always felt a little surprised that he could have a sexual desire for her, she'd never looked anything like a centerfold. Now that she was old, he should have been out at the strip bars, looking at younger women, not here with her, trying to keep her damn carpet clean... "Honey, what's wrong?" Ted stared up at her. She realized she'd started to cry again, and knew he'd never be able to get hard now. "Don't look at me." "Why not?" He was still staring up at her face, and she felt hideous. "I look horrible, and you need to get hard again." His hands started to stroke her back, finding her soft spots and touching them lightly. "You look great. I love looking at you." "I've just been crying, my hair's a mess, and I'm licking blood that's coming out of my nose. How could I possibly look great, Ted?" Ted looked her straight in the eye and said "Maybe I like to see crying women drink blood." She held his gaze for a few seconds, then they both began to laugh. Ted could feel her walls contract around his cock as she laughed, an erratic jerking and squeezing that came from deep within her. Maybe he *did* like her this way. He'd started to get hard when he first saw her stick out her tongue to lap up her blood, sliding it above her upper lip to the bridge of her nose. It looked very sensual, and was made even more erotic by the fact that it wasn't supposed to be. Propping himself up on his hands, he reached up and kissed her on the lips, tasting her metallic blood through the saliva. Carol recoiled a bit when he did this, but he remained there, leaning back against his arms, and she brought her head forward again and kissed him back. He was semi-hard now, and as their lips locked and he felt her tongue slide in, Ted could feel the blood pulsing back through his penis. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her kiss, which was one of the reasons he'd married her. For a girl who looked and acted so proper, Carol had always been able to turn him on with her lips and tongue, turning even a pristine kiss goodnight into an erotic act. Right now they were anything but pristine, and that made it that much more erotic. Once their mouths were joined together, she sucked in, creating a vacuum in his mouth that she filled with her aggressive tongue. She traced the gum line of his teeth briefly, then pushed her head into him to go back down his throat. He felt the hot breath from her nose as she exhaled onto his cheek, not wanting to come up for air. His own tongue was trying to push back into her mouth, but was pinned to his cheek. Carol let up a little on her probing, and he took advantage, diving into her mouth before she could attack again. He was rock-hard now, and pulled his head away from her mouth long enough to say, "I'm going to start rolling now." "Okay," she said, and he brought his mouth back to hers. Joined together at the hips and mouth, they began to roll slowly away from the bathroom. When it looked like he might begin to fall out, she wrapped her legs around his and hooked her feet together at the back, trapping him inside. Whenever Carol's nose leaked a little blood, Ted would break their kiss and lick it up for her. By pushing his torso away from hers, he could widen one end of their joined bodies, allowing them to turn as they rolled. They turned away from the bathroom, then slowly rolled across the floor towards the dining room. They rolled up to the dining table and stopped. Here was another obstacle. The dining table was large and wide, and there was only four feet of clearance between it and the wall on either side. The swing-door to the kitchen was just beyond, ten feet from where they lay. Ted looked down at his wife. "Do you want to do the sitting thing again?" She smiled and nodded her head. As he rolled over onto his back, they heard a faint jingling sound coming through the house, and Daisy trotted out into the living room. The sight of two naked humans flopping about on the floor was unfamiliar to her, and she cocked her head and looked at them. Ted saw the dog looking, and said, "Daisy, go away." Daisy just stood there, trying to take in the unfamiliar sight and the odd smell. Ted may have wanted her to go away, but she was intensely curious about this particular smell. She had smelt it before, of course, but it was always after they had created it. She was never allowed in the room while the two humans did whatever they did that smelled like that. She *was* allowed in the room with the younger female, and had even witnessed as she produced a smell that was similar. However, that smell definitely lacked a quality that was present with the older pair. Now they were right in front of her, and it was overpowering to her senses. Whining a little bit, Daisy took a few steps closer to get a better look. Surely that wouldn't hurt. Carol spoke, saying something stern to her. What could she be stern about? All Daisy wanted to do was explore this odor. "NO!" That was from Ted, and it was very firm and commanding, and it made her pause. They obviously didn't want her to get closer, but the smell was so intriguing. It looked like it was coming from the place where they were joined together. Were they mating? Warnings or not, she had to get a better look! "Oh, god, Ted, the dog is sniffing at us!" Ted leaned back and tried to push Daisy's nose away from their bodies. His efforts only made her more insistent, and she ducked under his hand and buried her cold snout right between Carol's legs. Carol jerked with a squeak when she felt this, but didn't dare pull away from Ted, who was frantically grasping to get some sort of a hold on the dog. He was finally able to grab Daisy's collar, and began pulling her away from their crotches. On her way out, Daisy tried to take a lick, and ended up running her tongue lightly up the crack of his butt. The shock of this feeling caused Ted to jump and let go of her, and she went back at it again, diving into their junction and licking up as much as she could. Ted flailed behind himself to get the dog, but every time her uninhibited tongue rasped against his testicles or ass, the unwanted stimulation caused him to spasm. His arm found Daisy's collar again, and he roughly pulled her around to his side before she could do any more strategic licking. The dog came with a yelp, and immediately assumed a submissive posture when she sensed that she had done a Bad Thing. Self-consciously, she licked the residue of her master's fluids off her mouth, and stared up into Ted's eyes. Ted was trying to think of a way to discipline his dog for licking them, but he couldn't come up with any ideas that involved him staying inside Carol. Also, Daisy was giving him her "sad-dog" look, and he could never bring himself to be harsh with Daisy when she had her "sad- dog" look on. It was a trick she used often. He shoved the dog away, then said, "Go!" bringing his arm up and pointing out of the room. This time Daisy got the message and slunk away. The smell hadn't really been all *that* interesting, anyway. Ted looked down at Carol, who looked to him a little traumatized about the whole affair. Suddenly she started giggling, and he realized that she'd been trying to keep from laughing the whole time. He joined in, and they spent the next minute just laughing together, waiting for it to pass so they could finish their trip. As they pulled each other up, she was still laughing in little spurts, and she twitched appealingly on his cock. They passed through the dining room in the same way they had approached the bathroom. They moved more slowly, being careful not to catch their feet in the chairs that were pulled in at the side of the table. After ten minutes of careful motion, they passed the table, and pushed themselves through the swing door into the kitchen. As soon as he felt the cold tile beneath his thighs, Ted leaned back to the floor and rested his aching arms. That wasn't all that was ached. As Carol started to pull herself off him he stopped her, and they enjoyed a third time on their kitchen floor. Carol rode him slowly as he gently rolled her nipples between his fingers. She came first, and as she came down from her climax she bent forward to give him another one of her fabulous kisses. Ted groaned into her mouth and added his third load to the mess that was already inside of her. After she felt him come, she kissed him on the forehead and pulled herself off of him. Her pussy was wide open from two hours of stretching, and their combined juices rushed out of her to coat Ted's belly. Naked, they walked to the sink and wiped themselves off with paper towels, cleaning themselves off enough to walk to the shower without ruining the carpet. That night, after Penny was asleep and Daisy was safely locked out of the room, they talked about the day, and how it was nice to have had so much time together, even if it was under accidental circumstances. "You know," said Ted, "after talking about it, I think I'm ready to go one more time." "Ted, please, not now." "Why not?" "We did it three times this afternoon." "And we can do it a fourth time tonight." "Can't you go to sleep? Mmmm, that feels nice though. Okay. You can give me a backrub. Ted, I said a BACKRUB!" "This is part of your back." "Ted, a backrub is... oh, Ted, not now!" "Why not?" "Ted, these are new sheets, and... oh! Ted, I just did the laundry yesterday. We're going to leave a wet spot!" THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of the hands of children. They should be outside playing in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 68