The alarm clock on the nightstand started ringing at seven o’clock, as usual, and Carla Evans reached over sleepily and turned it off. Steven, her husband of almost three years, hadn’t even heard it, and he slept on, curled on his side under a mound of blankets with his back to Carla. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before moving to wake him for work.
That she’d awakened with a feverish itch — more of a tingling, actually — deep in her cunt, did not surprise her in the least. Her hairy cunt was dripping wet the crotch of her filmy blue panties already soaked with warm, oily moisture. She was as horny for the feel of a man’s hard cock as she could ever remember being. To Steven, she knew, it would make no difference at all.
Steven had shied away from making love to her for over a month now, his excuse always that he was too tired or not in the mood. His eyes would always look away from her when she pressed him on it, and then — to her constant chagrin — he would quickly change the subject with a nervous laugh.
Carla could well understand at least part of the problem. Steven was being overworked at the tire store he managed in town, and he usually got home dead tired. Business was bad, and the worse it got, the harder he worked. Carla could hardly hold that against him, but for him to be too exhausted to even climb on top of her once in the last month was just too much for her to bear.
It wasn’t as if she was ugly, because she was anything but that. At twenty-two, she was probably the best-looking woman in all of Carter, Illinois — at least, Steven had always told her that when they were first married. Her hair was long and lustrous, pitch black and silky, and it hung almost to her slender waist. Her deep-blue eyes only made her already pretty face seem even prettier. And her body — slim, but round and firm in the right places — got glances and whistles of approval wherever she went.
And so, every time Steven ignored her when she stood nude before him and offered herself, it crushed her with disappointment. Only two years alder than she was, he was hardly an old man, and it didn’t seem fair to Carla that their sex life was already heading for the downhill slopes.
He was still lying there sound asleep, and she reached over and shook his shoulder gently.
“Time to get up, Steven,” she said quietly.
“Hmmm? Oh… what time is it?”
“After seven,” Carla said, sitting up.
When he still made no move to get up, she slid in under the blankets and pressed herself against his lean frames Steven settled back into the curve of her body, trying to stay comfortable, jet at the same time trying to rouse himself.
With her hand, Carla stroked across his chest and then slowly trailed down over his flat, hard stomach. He snuggled back into her even more, his back and ass tight against her warmth, and then Carla slid her hand under the front of his shorts.
Steven stiffened with surprise when Carla’s fingers encircled his long cock, his breath catching in his throat.
Pulling at her husband’s prick, Carla could think only of how much the feel of his meat in her hand excited her, could think only of somehow getting it stiff and then buried inside of her slippery snatch. Her hand trembled while she played with him, her fingers squeezing and then letting go, again and again as she tried to make his cock stand on its own.
Without saying a word, Steven just lay there. If the feel of Carla’s warm hand on his prick was exciting him at all, he gave no indication of it. His prick throbbed every now and then, but it seemed to Carla it would take more than merely her hand to make it harden.
“Steven,” she breathed hotly. “Would you like me to suck you? Would you like me to put your cock in my mouth? Hmmmm? My pussy’s sopping wet, Steven. If your dick gets stiff, it’ll slide right in… I want it, Steven, I want your cock in me.”
She was ready to duck her head under the blankets, when he finally said, “I’ve got to get going, or I’ll be late.”
Carla, her hand still tight around his mostly indifferent cock, shook her head disgustedly and let him go. Nothing had changed.
Rolling over on her other side, she pulled the covers up around her face and buried her head in the pillow. A tear trickled from one eye, but she didn’t even bother wiping it off. As far as Carla was concerned, Steven could go jack himself off.
It was sometime after noon before Carla woke up again. She tossed and turned for a while, not particularly anxious to get out of bed even though she was wide awake. Thoughts of Steven and of their disintegrating love life filled her mind, her need for a really good hump making her loins ache with a dull throb.
Finally, she pushed her panties down to her knees and — still under the covers — began squeezing and poking at her hot cunt with her fingers. Her entire body trembled as she took the swollen lips of her snatch in her fingers and spread them slowly apart. With a lone fingertip, she probed up into her tight cunt, working the finger in and out and trembling even more as she pushed her finger all the way into herself.
The fingers of her other hand busied themselves with her tingling pink clit, massaging it and squeezing the glistening flesh that surrounded its exquisite sensitivity.
Carla was soon breathing heavily, and her body was damp with sweat. She spread her knees as wide as she could, raising her bare ass up off the bed slightly and shoving her finger still deeper into her quivering cunt. Her eyes were closed, and she was licking at the corner of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, her expression intense as she hurried herself to the climax she needed so badly.
Under the covers, her firm tits were rising and falling more quickly as her breathing got steadily more uneven. She could feel her large nipples hardening, the rubbery points of them poking against the sheet and throbbing with her mounting excitement.
Carla kept touching at her quivering clit with her fingertips, pulling at the fleshy pink nub and making it quiver all the more. She squeezed it and teased it and nudged it and tickled it, playing with her clit until she was groaning softly and shaking uncontrollably. The lush wetness of her cunt oozed out of her, seeping down between the warm cheeks of her ass and forming an ever-widening wet spot on the bed.
The whole area of her hairy crotch was alive with sensation, her pink snatch brimming with oily juices and her bare inner thighs trembling wildly.
She worked her finger deeper and deeper into the tight hole of her cunt, stabbing it into herself and moaning with the delicious sensations it sent coursing through her quaking loins. Her clit was pulsing feverishly, and she knew that any moment the searing blast of her orgasm would overwhelm her, and she would be gasping with pleasure.
She tried to spread her knees still wider, but found she was being binded by her panties. With her fingers still working furiously in her dripping snatch, she kicked her legs, her damp ass squirming as she tried to get her panties down. They slid down around her ankles finally, her wet pussy gaping open when she spread her legs until her knees were flat against the bed.
Carla worked two more fingers into her hot snatch just as the first tremors of her climax shook her, her mouth opening in a silent groan when the full impact of pleasure she knew so well slammed into her.
She tensed as waves of shuddering delight spasmed through her snatch, her ass raising higher off the bed and her thighs straining taut. Every muscle in her sweat-slickened body tightened, and she groaned and gasped until she was hoarse.
Finally, with a sharp little cry, she dropped back onto the bed, lying there gulping air and trying to catch her breath.
Around four o’clock there was a knock at the door. Carla still hadn’t bothered getting dressed, and she pulled a short terry cloth robe on and went to answer it.
Simon, the paperboy, stood on the porch, and he said, “I’m collecting for the paper, Mrs. Evans. It’s a dollar eighty for two weeks.”
“Come on in,” Carla said, and smiled at him, clutching her robe around her otherwise naked body. “Close the door, and I’ll see if I can find my purse.”
Simon came in and sat down on the couch. He was tall for his years, a lanky boy with blond hair and large, almost too-curious brown eyes. He seemed to be taking a more than casual interest in Carla’s bare legs, although be was trying not to be too obvious about it.
She could tell she was exciting him, and for some reason, she found herself going out of her way to arouse him even more. Bending to pick up her purse, she was aware that the edge of the robe she ware inched up to show Simon the backs of her thighs right up to her bare ass. She stood there for a minute, rummaging through her purse, to let him get a really good look.
When she turned around to him again, be quickly glanced away. She took the chance to stare at his crotch, the bulge under his jeans throbbing and growing larger by the second. Before he could stand, she was over sitting on the couch beside him.
Setting the two dollars on the coffee table, she scooted close to him and said, “Simon, what’s that in your pocket! It looks like it’s alive or something. What is it?”
The young paperboy blushed bright red, his eyes cast downward as he stammered his answer. “It’s — uh — I’d better be going…”
“Don’t be in such a hurry,” Carla giggled, leaning over him so that she was actually pressed into his shoulder. She let her robe fall, open, her bare tits jiggling free as the robe parted all the way to her dimpled knees.
Simon merely stared at her, his mouth agape and his eyes wide.
Carla giggled again and reached for his crotch.
She squeezed the bulge in his pants, feeling his throbbing cock as it jerked to stand up. Simon just kept staring at her, his throat making funny noises each time be swallowed loudly.
“Tell me what this is in your pocket,” Carla persisted, her small hand still squeezing and puffing at his rigid prick. “It’s really jumping around a lot, whatever it is.”
It was obvious he wasn’t sure if she was serious or just teasing him, and he blurted out, “It’s my dick, Mrs. Evans.”
“Really?” Carla reacted with mock surprise.
And without another word, she unzipped him and reached into his pants.
Simon started when she pulled his hard cock out in the open, his expression showing clearly his utter amazement. He watched as she held it tightly, Carla now swallowing as loudly as he was.
“What a hard little cock you have, Simon,” she said. She ran her fingers all over it, marveling at the way it twitched and jerked. The stiff shaft of it was pulsing, the smooth, fleshy head of it swollen and red. “Can I kiss it?”
“Oh…” Simon started, his eyes darting to her heavy tits and the hairy bush that covered her cunt. He was so nervous he was trembling, and Carla thought he might bolt and run any second.
Without waiting for the answer stuck in his throat, she leaned over and touched her moist lips to the very tip of his upright cock. Her tongue darted out and licked wetly all over his cock-head, his reaction to gasp with the feel of it.
“Mrs. Evans, I…”
But Carla was too busy to pay him any mind, her hand squeezing his rigid prick and her mouth kissing and sucking it. She worked her tongue all around the bulbous tip of it, her tonguetip toying with the little slit at the end of it.
It had been so long since she’d tasted a man’s stiff prick that she was devouring it, her lips and tongue and even her teeth working to suck it into her throat. She was sucking it as hard as she could, her head bobbing as she blew him.
Simon sat stock still for several moments, his breathing getting steadily quicker, and then he reached out cautiously with one hand and touched Carla’s thigh.
She giggled, nodding her head for him to go ahead, to do with her body as be pleased, and he traced his hand up along her slender middle and cupped one firm tit. He squeezed it, watching as her nipple distended. Soon he was cupping and squeezing both of her round tits, fondling them, caressing them and tugging at her nipples with his fingertips.
Carla kept sucking his cock, her tongue lapping wetly at it and her hand gripping it tightly and moving up and down. She wanted him to come wanted him to squirt his thick sperm into her mouth so she could taste it, could swallow it. She was urging him on with her mouth and her hand, urging him to spurt his cum against her flicking tongue.
Simon trembled with an involuntary shiver, and he pushed his hips up, shoving his solid rod of meat even deeper into Carla’s mouth. She kept bobbing her head as fast as she could, her lips tight around his twitching prick and her hand jacking him off still faster.
With her free hand, she managed to get his pants down enough so she could touch his balk. She cupped the warm sac they hung in, squeezing them aid feeling them bob any from her fingers. Simon shivered again, and Carla only sucked him off all the harder.
Her hot tongue made wet, lapping circles on the head of his throbbing cock, her hand squeezing his cock-shaft so tightly it was jerking all over the place.
The paperboy’s hands touched Carla’s body everywhere they could reach, squeezing her tits, her bare thighs, her rubbery ass. He got one hand in between her legs, and she spread them for him, her breath catching short when his fingers found the slippery wetness of her cunt.
He moved his fingers in and out of her tight snatch, probing into her heat and making her squirm.
Carla felt his stiff cock jerk wildly in her mouth, and then he groaned with another wild shiver. His cock jerked once more and was suddenly filling her mouth with warm, sticky liquid.
She sacked his trick and jacked him off, swallowing his spurting cum as quickly as it throbbed out of his cock. She kept gulping it down and trying to suck even more from him, her hand working frantically.
Simon finally exhaled loudly and shuddered all over, his jerking prick shooting the last of his cum down Carla’s throat.
Carla swallowed it all. Then she sat up with a giggle and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand. Her eyes were bright with excitement, and her hairy pussy was tingling and slick with her warm lubrication.
Simon lay with his head thrown back and his mouth open, his breathing harsh. His eyes were glazed over, and sweat beaded his forehead.
“Was that the first time you ever had your cock sucked on?” Carla asked impishly.
He only nodded with a smile.
“Come on in the bedroom, and I’ll show you the rest,” she smiled, taking his hand in hers. “By the time I’m through with you, you’ll know everything you need to know.”
She led him into the bedroom and then quickly undressed him. He seemed shy, standing there naked in front of her, but he got over it quickly enough when she peeled off her robe and lay down.
Carla opened her legs for him, her bare ass on the edge of the bed and her fret on the floor.
“Take a good look,” she said. “And when you’ve looked enough, kiss it and lick it and suck it.”
Simon got down on his knees between her legs. With his hands, he spread her damp thighs, his eyes directly on the pink slash of her wet cunt.
“Mrs. Evans, I’ve never licked a woman’s pussy before,” he said nervously. “I — uh — I don’t really know how to go about it.”
She giggled softly, her bare tits jiggling, and said, “Just kin it all over, and I’ll let you know how you’re doing. Go ahead, don’t be afraid of it.”
He still seemed hesitant, his eyes taking in the area where her hairy, pink snatch joined the rubbery checks of her round little. His lips were dry, and he seemed to be trembling again.
Carla’s anticipation was so great that she couldn’t wait another second to feel his mouth between her legs. Sitting up slightly, she reached down and duped her hands behind his head, pulling him forward so that his face was crushed into her warm crotch. She felt the slippery lips of her wet cunt part as his tongue speared in between them, his entire face wallowing in her slick wetness.
She kept pulling his face even tighter into her dripping crotch, moving his head up and don and back and forth so that his tongue was licking her all over. He darted his tongue up into her juicy cunt as far as he could push it, lapping into her glistening cunt-hole and making her shudder.
“That’s it, Simon,” she gasped. “You’re doing fine. OH! Lick it harder, lick my pussy harder. Keep moving your tongue up and down like that. OH GOD! Suck on it. Suck my cunt up near the top where my clit is. Suck it! OHHHH!”
It was unlikely he knew what or where her clit might be, but he sucked the entire top portion of her hot snatch into his mouth, his tongue darting wildly at the mouthful of cunt he had.
Carla gasped with the flames his tongue sent licking through her each time it lapped over her quivering clit, her bare inner thighs quaking with passion. He had his face buried in the lush heat of her snatch, and his checks and chin were drenched with her hot juices.
With her hands still behind his head, she pulled him still tighter to the juncture of her thighs. She held him there, shuddering all the while with the fire his lips and tongue were building in the juicy depths of her sapping cunt. Her squirming body was already slick with sweat, and her snatch kept oozing her oily lubrication and quivering wildly.
Carla’s clit was swollen and distended, and Simon’s tonguetip found it easily, his instincts telling him that this was the most highly sensitive spot on her entire body. He concentrated on the pink stub of it, licking it and sucking on it at the same time.
Carla groaned and clamped her full thighs tightly to his face, her wiggling ass raising up off the bed as she tried to push her cunt into his mouth. She worked her hips up and down, grinding her slippery snatch against his face, and he responded by sucking her throbbing clit feverishly.
It was obvious he needed no further encouragement, so Carla let go of his head and slid her hands up along her body until she was cupping her tits. She started squeezing them, fondling herself and trembling as her nipples distended to taut erection.
Simon, meanwhile, was going crazy down between her damp thighs. His tongue worked into and over every pink little fold of her wet snatch, his lips sucking at her quivering flesh until she was moaning and squirming her bare ass on the bed.
The lanky paperboy was doing everything he could to make Carla come, his face burrowing into her gaping snatch and his tongue and lips working furiously. He kissed and sucked her hot pussy all over, his lips smacking noisily, and then, when she was almost ready to get her nut, he shoved two of his fingers straight up her tight cunt. “OHHH GOD!” Carla gurgled in her throat, her muscles straining and jerking. “You’re turning me inside out with your tongue and fingers. OHHH GODDAMN!”
Her breath was coming in gasping heaves, her thighs tensing and untensing as he ate her out and fingerfucked her at the same time. His long fingers were jabbing all the way up inside of her, pushing aside the slippery muscles of her throbbing cunt and sliding in and out. He kept sucking on her wildly tingling clit, his lips enclosing the fleshy nub as his tonguetip flicked back and forth across it.
“Don’t stop!” Carla breathed hotly. “Suck my cunt right down your throat! It feels so good having you eat my snatch, it feels so good. OHHH! OHHHH GOD! Suck it, kiss it, lick it! OHHH! Keep eating me out! Shove your fingers deeper in my cunt, deeper!”
She thrashed on the bed, her legs quaking uncontrollably. Her long black hair tossed back and forth, and she kept brushing it away from her face. She was jerking her bare hips up and down, working her juicy pussy against his mouth, the young boy all the while sucking her swollen clit as hard as possible.
“OHHH GOD, OHHHH GOD!” She could feel her tight cunt beginning to spasm, her pink cunt-walls dosing in on one another. “I’m going to come. OHHH! My cunt’s on fire. OHHHH! OHHHH! Suck my cunt hard… harder! Keep sucking it! I’m so close to coming. I’m going to come! OHHHH!”
She wailed with a long, drawn-out sob, her hot thighs clamped so tight to Simon’s face she was smothering him.
Tie only pressed his mouth tighter to her spasming snatch, sucking the trembling lips, of her pussy completely into his mouth and giving her exactly what she wanted. His tongue kept lapping all over her climaxing cunt, probing into it as she groaned again and again.
Carla stretched her shaking legs out until her toes spread slowly apart, her muscles straining as her body was racked with pleasure so intense it was indescribable.
After moaning and jerking through one shattering orgasm after another, she sagged back with a broken whimper, her legs going slack and her head lolling from side to side.
Simon exhaled loudly, and then he stood up, his cock now standing as straight as he was. He just stood there, his face slick with her moisture, watching Carla to see what she’d do next.
Carla opened her eyes finally and smiled up at him.
“Well,” she giggled, “I see you’re nice and hard again. Can you figure out what to do with it?”
“Heck, yes!” he laughed, any shyness on his part now gone. “Get up on the bed, and I’ll fuck your brains out.”
“Confident little bastard, aren’t you?”
“I try to be,” he laughed again.
Carla reached out and took his rigid prick in her hand. It twitched under her warm fingers, stiffening even straighter in the air. She scooted fully onto the bed and pulled Simon on top of her. With her knees raised and her legs spread wide, she groaned when he put his weight fully on her. She guided his throbbing prick into the wet mouth of her hot cunt, running the smooth head of it up and down along her slippery cunt-lips.
Simon pushed forward with his hips, his arms around her slender waist as he tried to push his cock up her snatch. He managed to wedge the full tip and about two inches of his thick cock into her, Carla’s fingers releasing him when he pushed his stiff meat even deeper.
She got her hands around his ass and pulled him into the we her thighs formed, her ass raising up so she could take his prick as deep in her tight snatch as possible.
A raged moan escaped her lips when his cock slid fully into her hot cunt. It was the only cock she’d ever had in her besides Steven’s, and she shivered with the feel of her pussy contracting wetly around it.
“God, is that tight!” Simon said shakily. “It’s even wetter and hotter than your mouth. Even just laying here, it feels like your cunt’s sucking me off.”
“Start pumping, and it’ll feel even better,” Carla breathed, already beginning to work her hips up and down. She spread her thighs as wide as she could, and with her hands cupping his ass, started pulling him along.
Simon’s hips moved up and down, and his stiff cock slid in and out of her wetly gripping snatch, slowly at first, then gradually quickening.
Carla hooked her heels behind his knees, her hot thighs clamped to the outsides of his. She squirmed beneath him with a jerky, undulating wiggle, her legs pumping and her ass starting to bounce round.
“Give me all of your prick,” she hissed between clenched teeth, her bare tits pressed almost flat against his chest. “Shove your cock up me, and make me come. Make me come! Ohhh, it feels so good getting fucked again. I love fucking, I just love it! OHHH! Ram your cock deeper in my snatch. Ram it up me, Simon, ram it up me as far as it’ll reach. OHHH! Fuck me! Fuck the shit out of me! OHHH GOD! I love the fed of your prick going in and out of my cunt. I love it! OHHHH GOD, GOD, GOD… OHHHH!”
The boy hammered his cock into the very depths of her juicy snatch, ramming it up her and letting her feel every inch of it. His arms hugged her still tighter, squeezing Carla until he was crushing the breath out of her.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Carla gasped. “Fuck me harder! OHHHH! Your cock feels so damn good in my cunt! OHHHHH!”
Her ass and hips and thighs worked frantically, her tight cunt oozing wetness and sucking at his pistoning cock-shaft.
Simon slammed his prick up her yet harder, driving it into her slippery snatch and filling her with wildly pleasurable sensation. She still hung on to his churning ass with both hands, and she pulled him into her crotch still faster and harder.
Her pumping grew steadily more urgent, her breath coming hot and fast. Soaking with sweat even to the roots of her hair, she writhed and squirmed mindlessly beneath him, taking his stroking cock as deep as she could get it in her snatch and wanting it even deeper.
With one hand, she reached between his legs from behind and squeezed the fleshy pouch his balls hung in. Simon jerked on top of her, his breathing as rough as hers, and he shoved his throbbing prick still harder into her, glutting her cunt with hardness and making her cry out.
“OH! It’s so good,” she moaned. “OH GOD! It’s so good! Fuck me, fuck me faster. OHHH! Don’t stop fucking me. Don’t stop! OHHH! OHHHH GODDAMN! Hump the hell out of me. Keep ramming your hard cock up my cunt! Harder! Ram your cock up me harder! OHHHH! Hold me tight! Hold me tight, and keep fucking my ass off! OHHH GOD, I LOVE IT! OH, YOU’RE FUCKING ME TO DEATH! OHHHH!”
They were locked together in an embrace of wanton lust, both pumping yet more frantically with each shuddering thrust of the young boy’s jerking cock.
Her snatch welling over with slick moisture, Carla worked her, sweaty ass up and down with a frenzy. She kept pushing her hips up and grinding her sopping crotch into the base of his battering prick, her tingling clit being squeezed flat and pummeled with fiery sensation.
The wildly delicious tremors of pleasure coursing through her loins made her shake all over, the smooth muscles in her jerking legs tightening and her back beginning to arch upward. Her round little belly was pressed into his, her heels digging into the backs of his legs as she tried to spread her knees wider.
Simon’s twitching cock pounded into her slippery cunt furiously, his thrusts getting more brutal with each pistoning stroke. He fucked her with a savageness that bordered on violence, his stiff prick slamming harder and still harder into her and reaming out her juicy snatch.
“Fuck me flat into the bed!” Carla managed to groan. “Fuck me faster! OHHHH! OHHH! OHHHH! My cunt’s ready to catch fire! Shove your cock deeper! Deeper! OHHH! God, I’m going to come any second. I’m going to come like crazy! OHHH! I can feel it! OHHH! I’m going to… come! OHHH! OH-H-H-H-H!”
She snapped taut with a broken gasp, her cries of delight piercing the air as her climax jolted every bone and muscle in her body. Then she jerked and was suddenly alive with animation, her thighs straining and her hands clutching blindly at Simon’s ass and balls and the undersides of his churning legs.
The boy’s prick jerked even stiffer than it already was, and then he started shooting his wad. His thick sperm squirted up into Carla’s wet cunt in erratic streams, gushing into her and filling her with hot liquid. He pumped as hard as he could, stabbing his spurting cock up her and shooting her pussy full of cum.
“I can feel you coming in me!” she rasped. “I can feet your cum squirting into my cunt! OHHH! Fill me with it, fill me up with your cum! Empty your nuts in my cunt! OHHHH GODDAMN, IT FEELS SO GOOD!”
She writhed and bucked and lurched beneath him until he finally stopped pumping. Then he went limp on top of her, his throbbing cock still imbedded in her wet and cum-filled snatch. With his face tight into the warmth of her neck, he murmured, “Mrs. Evans, if I was older, I’d make you run away with me. I mean it.”
“Simon,” she smiled, “if you were older, I’d go with you.”
From where he stood on the back porch, Kevin Hershall had seen everything that had gone on between Carla Evans and her young paperboy. He’d watched through the partially open bedroom window, gaping as Carla had first had the boy eat her pussy and then had let him screw her.
Kevin was the milkman, and he decided right on the spot — while the throbbing erection he had was still straining to burst from his pants — that tomorrow he would pay more than merely a friendly visit on Mrs. Carla Evans when he delivered the milk.
CHAPTER TWO
When Steven got home from work at six o’clock, Carla was ready for him. Feeling some guilt about her afternoon of sexual antics with Simon she went out of her way to make Steven happy. The dinner she fixed for him was excellent, and — even though he didn’t seem particularly appreciative of it — she smiled often and tried to be as friendly as possible.
She brought him beer while he sat and watched television — his favorite activity when he wasn’t working late — and then, after the sun went down, she slipped into the bedroom when he wasn’t looking.
Closing the door quietly behind her, Carla quickly got undressed. She had decided earlier that Steven was going to hump her tonight whether he liked it or not, and she was going to make the offering of herself as attractive and provocative as she could.
She combed and brushed her silky-soft black hair out, giving a quick shake of her pretty head when she was through to give her hair a casual, tousled look. Then she perfumed herself, dabbing with a fingertip on her throat, her firm breasts, her thighs and, finally on her cunt itself. Going through her dresser, she found the negligee and panties she wanted — the ones she’d ordered from Frederick’s of Hollywood through the mail in her first year of marriage. The sheer see-through nightie and lacy crotchless panda had been merely a novelty then. Now they might or might not make all the difference in saving her crumbling relationship with Steven.
When Carla sauntered back out into the living room and perched on the arm of Steven’s chair with a saucy smile, she was a vision of sensual delight.
He looked up with surprise, his eyes traveling over her. Her round tits were high and firm under the filmy negligee, her dark nipples almost poking through it. The ruffled hem of the nightie ended right at the edge of her clinging panties, and her curly cunt-hair was clearly visible, peeking through the slitted panties and already wetly matted.
“What’s this?” Steven asked with a nervous hugh.
“It’s your wife,” Carla smiled. “And your wife wants a piece of ass, if that’s the way you say it. Anyway, how about it, lover?”
“Well…” he swallowed, settling back into the overstuffed chair and turning his head away, “I’m really kind of beat right this minute, Carla. Why don’t we wait awhile?”
“Sure,” she giggled, having no intention of waiting. She tossed her bare legs over his lap and slid down so her rubbery ass was wedged into his crotch. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him to her, her mouth covering his in a fiercely passionate kiss.
Steven resisted at first, but then the heat other ripe body and the sweet taste of her mouth pressed to his got through to him. He relaxed with a quiet sigh, his tongue darting out to meet hers, and his hand crept up and squeezed one of her heavy tits through the silky nightie.
Carla trembled with the feel of his hand on her flesh after all these weeks. With a soft sucking sound, she pulled her mouth from his and kissed him playfully on the tip of the nose. She could feel his cock already stiffening under his pants and poking her in the ass, his breathing suddenly quick and uneven.
“You’re making me tingle all over,” she whispered with a trace of huskiness in her voice. “I love it when you squeeze my tits.”
He stroked and fondled her tits with both hands, his fingers pulling at her puckered nipples and making them swell into rubbery hardness.
With a fluid motion, Carla raised herself and came down facing him with her bare knees on each side of his hips. She squatted over his lap with her tits almost right in his face, and then she reached down and pulled the hem of her sheer negligee up to her chin.
Her perfectly round tits swayed gently back and forth, the tips of them blushed scarlet red and throbbing with her anticipation.
Steven cupped both of her full tits in his hands again, at the same time leaning forward and sucking one firm nipple into his mouth. He teased at it with his tongue, still sucking it with his lips until it hardened even more.
She shivered as Steven sucked and kissed at her bare tits and nipples, her excitement rising and her hairy snatch filling with slick moisture. With one hand still holding her nightie up, she reached down with the other and quickly unbuckled Steven’s belt.
Then she unzipped him and tried to get his pants down out of the way. To her surprise, Steven actually helped her, raising himself up and pushing at his pants and shorts with both hands while his mouth still sucked feverishly on her tits.
His big cock was as hard as a rock, and it jerked straight up, the thick shaft of it quivering wildly.
Carla couldn’t take her eyes off it, just the sight of it stiff and ready making her pussy tingle all the more. With her hand, she took his rigid cock and managed to push just the swollen head of it through the opening of her crotchless panties and into her slick cunt.
Steven groaned when Carla sat down slowly on his upright prick, his throbbing meat sliding up into his pretty wife’s tight cunt. His expression indicated the way it felt, his eyes already glazed with lust and his mouth hanging open.
Carla took his cock all the way up into her slippery snatch, trembling as it cased into her and lodged tightly. When she had it fully encased in her lush warmth, she relaxed with a little sigh, the feel of his jerking hardness buried in her cunt making her moan with unrestrained pleasure.
“It’s so big, Steven, your cock’s so damn big!” she kept saying over and over, overjoyed that they were performing once again as man and wife. “I can feel it throbbing way up in my pussy. Fuck me with your big prick, Steven, fuck me and make me come!”
Taking a deep breath, Steven started pumping his hips up and down from underneath. His huge cock slid in and out of Carla’s wet snatch and gorged her with sensation, his hands going around her bouncing ass and squeezing her through her panties.
Carla let go of the hem of her negligee and put her arms around Steven’s neck, her tin jiggling with her jerky motion and brushing against Steven’s face. Then, reaching down, she lifted her nightie again.
Her tits were damp with sweat, and Steven began kissing and sucking them once again, his enthusiasm for her sleek flesh so great that he didn’t even notice when she dropped the front of the negligee over his bead so he was under it. He kept sucking wildly at her distended nipples, working at them — first one, and then the other — with his tongue and nibbling lightly with his teeth.
The shudders racing through Carla’s entire body made her groan again and again, her sweaty us bouncing in his lap as she took his stiff cock as deeply as possible into her hot cunt.
“Fuck me!” she whimpered. “Shove your cock up my snatch as hard as you can I love the feel of it ramming up me. I love it! Fuck me harder… harder! OHHH GOD! Deeper, shove your cock deeper! OHHH! Keep sucking my tits and squeezing my ass and reaming me out with your hard prick! OHHHH! OHHHH GOD! I LOVE IT!”
She squirmed up and down frantically, impaling herself on his standing cock and groaning still louder as it cleaved into her.
The juncture of their frenzied humping was sopping wet, Carla’s hot juices flowing from her snatch and drenching both their crctches with oily liquid. Her knees were digging into the chair, and her bare thighs were spreading wider across his lap, her wriggling bottom slapping into the upper parts of his legs as she pumped still more urgently.
Steven, for all his seeming reluctance when they’d started, squeezed her ass and pulled her along at a feverish pace. Then he let go of her for a second and dug his fingertips in under the elastic legbands of her wetly clinging panties, his hands sliding in until he was cupping the bare cheeks of her warm ass.
Her arms still tight around his neck, Carla brought herself down on his solid prick with all her might, her body jerking as his stiff meat speared up into her tight cunt.
She could feel her thighs trembling uncontrollably. Her long hair flying all around as she bounced up and down, Carla gulped air hungrily and kept pumping.
“Fuck the hell out of me!” she gasped, her wiggling ass jerking back and forth as she worked to take his prick still deeper in her cunt. “It’s so good having your cock in my cunt. Hun me with it! Hurt me! Ram it up my snatch and let me feel it jabbing in! OHHH! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! OHHHH! Suck me ’til I can’t move! Fuck me! OHHHH! OHHHH JESUS CHRIST! I can’t stand it, it’s so good! Keep fucking me with your stiff cock, keep fucking the piss out of me! OHHH! OHHH! OHHHH!”
The muscles in her legs knotted up, but she didn’t even notice. She kept slamming herself down on his prick and taking his meat deep in her snatch, her broken groans changing gradually into sharp little cries.
Steven suddenly tensed beneath her, and then he jerked his ass up out of the chair with a quiet gasp. His cock quivered and started shooting off, his cum shooting straight up Carla’s cunt in wet streams.
Carla hung onto him with her arms tight around his neck, her ass and thighs pumping furiously to take his spurting prick still deeper into her snatch.
Re kept squirting his sticky jism up into the pink depths of her slick cunt-hole, his hips churning while all the sperm in his nuts poured out of the throbbing end of his cock. He gave a couple of more quick pumps with his hips and then sank back into the chair with a weary moan.
“I didn’t come!” Carla wailed when she felt hit drained prick slide wetly out of her trembling cunt. “Steven, don’t stop yet… I didn’t get to come!”
“I’m sorry,” be gulped. “I’m finished, Son. God, that was really a good fuck.”
“For you maybe! My pussy’s ready to explode. Steven, come on… I need to cum. At least eat me!”
“Be reasonable,” he said. “I don’t want a mouthful of my own corn. Why don’t you just fingerfuck yourself?”
She glared at him for a moment, tears starting to form in her eyes, and then she jumped off him.
“Nonnan, you’re the most selfish son of a bitch I’ve ever met!” A moment later she ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
With the door secured against her own husband and tern rolling down her checks Carla leaned over and turned the water on in the tub. She adjusted it to the way she liked it, then straightened and tossed her nightie off. Stepping out of her panties, she threw them with the negligee and then climbed into the bathtub.
She stood there for several seconds, the water swirling around her feet, and a wet mixture of her hot juices and Steven’s thick cum oozed from her cunt and ran down the bare insides of her thighs.
When most of it had drained out of her snatch, she sat down, scooting her bottom forward until the stream of warm water was directly on her trembling elk. Spreading her legs and raising them, she braced her feet high on the tiled wall.
Carla lay there supported by her elbows and forearms, her thighs already beginning to quiver as the caressing force of the water spilled down on her hairy cunt.
The water splashing against her crotch made it tingle all over, the sensitive lips of her snatch open and throbbing with the tremors coursing through her naked loins. She reached up with both hands and started cupping and squeezing her firm tits, her taut nipples hardening even more than they already were.
She trembled more by the second and kept trying to spread her thighs still wider. Her slick juices flowed from her cunt, and the water kept washing them away and carrying them down the drain.
The fire building between her legs got more and more intense, and she was soon groaning and squirming her bare ass round in the tub. Lying back until her hair was dipping into the water almost all the way, she slid her hands down over her slim waist and hips and gave the firm cheeks of her ass a quick squeeze. Then she took her slippery cunt-lips in her fingertips and spread them apart, holding them open.
The stream of water gushed straight up her pink snatch, the main force of it still centered on her quivering elk and driving her wild with pleasure.
She worked first one finger, and then another, slowly up into her tight cunt. The slick muscles of her pulsating snatch gripped them warmly, tugging at them as she worked her fingers in and out.
Fingering herself until her breathing was ragged and her forehead was dotted with sweat, she pushed her fingers as far up her cunt as she could get them and wriggled them around. Her clit tingled and throbbed wildly, and the longer she sat under the water, the better it felt.
While she was fingerfucking her snatch, she started jabbing her thumb at her clit, touching it every few seconds and sending shuddering spasms through her entire body. Her mind was filled with every indecent thing she could think of, vivid pictures of her sucking a man’s cock or having it mm up her asshole running through her thoughts.
The more obscene her fantasies became, the harder and deeper she shoved her fingers up her cunt, her thumb the whole while pressing and squeezing her clit until she was ready to cry out.
Still working on her hairy cunt with one hand, she moved her other, hand down and touched at her puckered asshole with a fingertip. It throbbed at her touch, contracting and then opening wetly, and she began pushing her finger up her ass.
Carla’s thighs shook, and her tits jiggled up and down with her heavy breathing, her nipples so swollen and distended she thought they’d burst. She had two fingers deep in her snatch and another jammed up her asshole, the pleasure she was giving herself building to a fever pitch.
The water cascading down on her clit was making her moan with delight, the hair covering her crotch dripping wet and matted back out of the way.
She kept fingering her pussy and her asshole, her entire body quaking as she neared the orgasm she wanted so desperately. Her juicy cunt was slick with her seeping juices and getting slicker, her tight cunt-hole grabbing wetly at her fingers as she worked them in and out.
When the staggering climax she worked towards smacked into her, Carla groaned as if she’d been kicked in the side, her ass twisting and squirming and sending water flying everywhere.
Her fingers worked faster still, stabbing up into her spasming cunt and asshole with a fury while her thumb squeezed her pink clit flat. She kept groaning and splashing water, her cunt-spasms shaking her to pieces.
The pleasure rippling outward from her climaxing cunt took her breath away, her gasping cries of ecstasy so loud she was afraid Steven would hear them.
Her snatch and asshole clenched wetly around her fingers one last time, and then the shivering tremors of her orgasm slowly faded away. She relaxed with a home moan, her body settling back into the tub as she stretched the knots out of her legs.
Steven was suddenly pounding on the door.
“Carla, are you all right?” he yelled. “Goddamn it, Carla, are you all right in there? Carla!?”
“I’m fine,” she called out finally, thinking bitterly to herself that it was no thanks to him that she was.
CHAPTER THREE
The next afternoon, Carla felt surprisingly good — better, in fact, than she had in weeks. She hummed to herself as she cleaned the house, her mind occupied with thoughts of the screwing Steven had finally given her the night before. True, she reflected, he hadn’t really satisfied her — he hadn’t even seemed concerned about it — but at least they’d had sex together. That was certainly an improvement, considering the last month.
She worked in frayed jeans and a halter top, her hair fastened into a long pony tail with a red rubber band. She vacuumed and dusted and waxed and mopped, all the energy she’d been channeling into worry over her sex life now directed toward her housework. It was a relief to her that she and Steven were slowly working things out between them, and — always the optimist — she was eagerly looking forward to tonight.
Carla finished, and then she sat down on the couch with a tired sigh. She was exhausted, but the house was now spotless for when Steven got home.
Someone knocked on the front door, and Carla got up to answer it. She thought it might be Val, the divorcee who lived down the street and sometimes stopped by to talk, or even possibly Simon, stopping by for a romantic of their last feverish encounter.
So, she was surprised when she opened the door, and found the milkman, Kevin Hershall, standing there with a sheepish look on his face.
“Hi, Kevin,” she nodded with a smile, wondering what he wanted. That he was hand-delivering the milk to her seemed a bit odd. “Is there anything the matter? Is my bill behind again?”
“No, it’s nothing like that,” he said. He glanced up and down the block nervously, almost as if looking to see if anyone were watching. Finally, he said, “Mrs. Evans — uh — I — uh — that is…”
He stood there getting more and more flustered, his swarthy complexion turning red as he blushed for reasons Carla couldn’t quite figure out. He was only as tall as she was, but he was built so solidly and rough-looking, that she couldn’t imagine him being embarrassed about anything.
“What’s the matter, Kevin?” she asked with a trace of alarm. “You don’t look so well.”
“I don’t?” he asked quietly, more to himself than to Carla, then added quickly, “Listen, Mrs. Evans, I’m feeling really sick suddenly. Do you think I could come in and lay down for just a minute until it passes? I hate to be a bother, but I’m just so damn dizzy.”
And he staggered a bit, clutching his middle with both hands, so that Carla had to step aside and let him inside.
He was sprawled out on his back on the couch before she even realized that he wasn’t carrying any milk with him. She stared at him thoughtfully, curious as to what exactly he was up to.
“Thanks,” he said gruffly, glancing over at her. He kicked his shoes off and just lay there his breathing heavy.
Carla shrugged and closed the door. She’d known Kevin Hershall the entire three years she’d lived in Carter — he being the neighborhood milkman when she and Steven had moved in — and it seemed unlikely to her that he meant any harm, whatever he was up to.
“How do you feel?” she asked, concerned and curious at the same time.
“I think I’ve got a fever,” he croaked. “Could you feel my forehead?”
Carla’s eyes narrowed at his request, but she walked over and rested her palm on his head. It felt neither hot nor cool. “It feels all right to me,” she said.
“Tell me how this feels, then,” he said, suddenly lunging at her and puffing her down on the couch with him. His hands were all over her, one squeezing her ass through her jeans and the other pulling at her halter top. Before Carla could even get a word out, he had her top up and his face pressed into her bare tits, his mouth sucking at one dark nipple furiously.
“My God!” she gasped, struggling to stand. She kicked and scratched at him, trying to break loose, but unable to. “You maniac! What are you doing? Stop it!”
He ignored her, his hands now clawing at the waistband of hex jeans and tugging them down. He managed to get the snap undone, his hand sliding in under her panties and going straight for her hairy twit.
“Stop it, stop it!” she wailed, twisting wildly and flailing at him with her small fists.
She jerked with a trembling gasp when she felt his fingers probing up into her slippery wet snatch. She tried to stop him, clutching at his wrist and damping her thighs tightly together, but he was just too strong for her.
The milkman held her to him, his powerful arms holding her down while his fingers explored the pink slickness of her pussy.
Carla gave a violent kick with her feet and somehow managed to slide out from under his arms. She jumped up, finally free of him, and tried to run.
His hand lashed out and grabbed her ankle, Carla pitching forward and landing sprawled out on the floor. He was right on top of her, his hands grabbing her jeans and pulling them down roughly. He yanked them to her ankles, along with her panties, and then pulled them off her feet.
Tears streamed down Carla’s face, a muffled sob escaping her when Kevin ripped her halter top off and tossed it with her jeans and panties.
“Oh God, let me go…” she cried, face down on the carpet with her bare ass squirming and her legs thrashing. “Please… just let me go! What in the hell are you trying to do?”
He held her naked hips down with one hand square on her jerking ass, his other unbuckling his belt and pulling his zipper down. He said, panting, “I’m trying to do just what I saw that little bastard paperboy doing to you yesterday, that’s all. If you can let him screw you, you can sure as hell let me… Now, just lay still there, and I’ll show you what a real man’s cock feels like.”
He crawled on her back, and with his hands spread her damp thighs from behind. His weight was crushing her into the floor, and he kept her from moving with a hairy forearm pressed against her shoulder blades.
Carla stiffened when she felt the warm tip of his cock part the wet lips of her snatch, her tears flowing still harder as he slowly shoved his huge chunk of meat into her.
“Yesterday was different,” she moaned, writhing as his rigid prick plowed into her hot cunt. “I needed it then… Steven hadn’t…”
She stopped abruptly, almost having told him that Steven hadn’t humped her in so long, she would have been game for anything. But, today was different, she wanted to scream at the milkman. Now that Steven had at last screwed her, today was different. She said nothing, though, not willing to tell Kevin Hershall the personal details of her love life. She knew it wouldn’t make any difference at this point anyway.
She tried one last time. “The police will put you in jail for this. They’ll lock you up and throw away the key.”
“I don’t think so,” he laughed crudely. “I don’t figure you’ll be telling anybody a thing, what with me knowing you let that kid Simon fuck you. Nope, I figure you won’t say a word.”
And then he started fucking her from behind, his solid cock sliding in and out of her tight snatch and glutting her with stiff male meat.
Carla lay as still as she could, her arms and legs spread on the carpet as he hammered his prick up into the slippery warmth of her cunt. She would have rather died than let him think she was enjoying what he was doing to her.
Kevin’s long cock slid in and out of her hot snatch faster with each stroke, his massive cock-head pushing up into her wet cunt and then pistoning back out. He rammed it up her snatch as hard as he could, his hips churning up and down, and his breath hot against the back of her neck.
“You got the hottest cunt I ever seen,” the milkman grunted, his groin slapping into the bare cheeks of Carla’s ass as he shoved his prick still deeper in her snatch. “Goddamn, you got the best snatch I ever been in! Jeez, it’s tight as hell!”
Carla refused to move for fear of making it better for him, but her cunt — with a mind of its own — was trembling and contracting wetly around his driving cock. She could feel her juices seeping from her snatch, her hot lubrication brimming over and trickling onto the carpets.
Kevin Hershall kept plunging his hard prick in and out of her sopping pussy, fucking her with a frenzy and mindful only of the feel of Carla’s cunt sucking at his throbbing meat.
She groaned finally, involuntarily, and her breathing quickened noticeably. Like it or not, his stiff cock stabbing up into her hairy ciant was beginning to have an effect on her.
Moments later, her thighs were quaking uncontrollably, and she found herself starting to work her ass up and down slowly, her snatch taking his prick deeper and quivering wildly. She tried to stop herself, furious at her lack of control, but couldn’t.
The sensations his pistoning cock sent through her were almost too good to be true. At least, for her, too good to ignore.
She groaned again, louder, and then sank, with still another groan, into the sheer mindless bliss of the fucking he was giving her. Her ass jerked, squirming up and down as she worked her hot pussy against the motion of his rampant cock-thrusts, and she gave in.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned, writhing like a live wire. “Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! OHHHH GOD! I can’t stop myself, it’s just too damn good. OHHH! Ram your cock up me! Let me feel it! OHHH! Keep fucking me, keep humping the hell out of my snatch! OHHH! It’s so good. Fuck me. Oh, I can feel your prick going so deep in my cunt. OHHH GOD, I FUCKING LOVE IT!”
Her hands, outstretched in front of her, clutched at the carpet. She was shoving her sweaty ass back at him and grinding it into his hairy crotch, her wet snatch already spasming as his cock pounded into it.
She strained and jerked underneath him, her breath so ragged she was gasping for air. Her knees wide and digging into the carpet, she kept pumping her ass and hips frantically, taking the heavy-set milkman’s cock as deep as she could into her cunt and wanting it still deeper.
“That’s the way, bitch!” he rasped. “Take my prick as deep as you can get it! Jesus, you fuck like a wild animal once you get started! Take it deeper, take it all the way up your tight little cunt!”
Carla was adrift in the keenly pleasurable sensations washing over her, her pussy aflame with passion and her whole body tingling feverishly.
She kept pushing her ass back at him and pumping with her strong thighs, her hips so slick with sweat he could barely bang onto her. Her breath came in broken gasps and hoarse moans and then caught short when he slid his hands up along her slender middle and squeezed her tits.
He got his hands in under her, his fingers finding her rubbery nipples and pulling at them, and she squirmed all the more.
“Shove your cock up me, shove it deeper!” Carla kept groaning, her hips churning still faster. “OHHHH! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! It’s so damn good! Your cock’s so big and hard! It’s filling my snatch right up! OHHH SHIT! Cram it in me! Harder, harder, harder! Ream my cunt out with your meat! OHHHH OHHHH! Pound the hell out of my cunt with your prick! OHHH!”
She writhed all over the floor, gripping the carpet with her fingernails and shuddering with the lust raging through her.
Kevin kept slamming his meaty cock into Carla’s tight snatch and stroking it back out, his hips whipping up and down as he humped her harder and harder. The force of his thrusting was grinding her pink clit into the carpet, the wildly sensitive stub of flesh quivering and radiating flashes of lewd delight throughout her trembling loins.
She suddenly tensed and at that moment started coming, her pussy grabbing at Kevin’s plunging cock when it spasmed shut. She gasped with the shell-bunts of jarring pleasure exploding in her lush cunt, the intensity of her shuddering orgasm so great she thought she’d pass out.
Her bare legs stretched out behind her until the slick muscles in her thighs ached, her tits jerking up off the carpet as her back twisted and strained.
“OHHH! OHHHH MY GOD! OHHH! KEEP RAMMING YOUR COCK IN ME! KEEP FUCKING ME! OHHH! OHHHH! OHHHH JESUS CHRIST, I’M COMING LIKE CRAZY!!! OHHHH!”
Cramming his thick prick even harder up her snatch, the milkman was intent on fucking her brains out. He hammered his cock up her with all his strength, pistoning it in and out of her dripping cunt and making her writhe and squirm deliriously.
“I’m going to come again!” she panted. “OHHHH! OHHHH! I CAN’T TAKE IT, IT’S TOO GOOD, IT’S TOO FUCKING GOOD! OHHHH! YOU’RE RIPPING MY CUNT WIDE OPEN! OHHHH!”
Kevin’s stiff cock started squirting thick streams of cum up her wetly clenching snatch, his balls tightening as his jism poured out. He was grunting and groaning, his prick slamming still harder into her and filling her with his milky sperm.
He kept fucking her from behind until he was finished shooting his rocks, and then he collapsed on top of her, his groin pressed warmly against her sweat-slickened ass.
Carla groaned, her pussy still tingling with the afterglow of her climaxes. Now that she’d gotten her nut, she was once again angry and resentful that she’d been raped. She could feel Kevin’s cum oozing from her sloppy wet cunt and dribbling slowly down onto the carpet, and it only made her angrier.
“You can get off if you’re through,” she said flatly, tears once again stinging her eyes at the thought of what had just happened. “You weigh a ton, you know.” She was going to add, “You fat slob,” but she decided wisely against it. Mainly, all she wanted to do was get rid of him, hot make him mad enough to beat her senseless.
“I’m not through with you yet,” he said hoarsely, pulling his big cock slowly out of her slippery cunt. “I got enough cum left in me for another go at it when I’m ready. And you, lady, are going to help me get ready.”
He stood up shakily, his legs trembling and his cock and balls dangling between them. Grabbing Carla by her long, black pony tail, he rolled her over and made her get on her knees in front of him.
“Now, suck my prick,” he told her. “Suck it until it’s hard enough to stick up your tight asshole.”
Carla winced when he shook her by the hair, her mouth opening in pain, and then suddenly filled with his sticky cock. She tried to pull her head away, but he held her tight, his hips already moving back and forth and his cock going in md out of her mouth.
“Suck on it, damnit!” he said, shaking her by the hair again. “Go on, you horny little cunt, suck my cock!”
Carla really had no choice, so she started blowing him. She sucked his prick as far as she could get it into her mouth, her tongue lapping wetly across his cock-head and making him moan.
With his hand still tight on her hair, he began jerking her head back and forth, all the while his cock pistoning in and out and fucking her in the mouth.
She sucked Kevin’s cock as hard as she could, afraid, and yet at the same time strangely excited by what he was making her do. She could see his hairy balls bouncing around as she blew him, and she tried not to look, glancing off to the side instead as the sucked and licked his meat.
After what seemed to her like an hour, his prick started jerking and slowly getting hard. He kept sliding it in and out of her mouth as fast as he could, ramming it almost down her throat. Her lips were stretched open and tight around his cock-shaft, her tongue licking at the fleshy tip of his prick in wet circles.
Soon his meat was rigid and throbbing away, and his balls were swinging wildly as he fucked her mouth. And then, Carla suddenly found that the taste of his twitching cock was starting to turn her on.
Her head bobbed faster and faster, and she took his prick as deep into her throat as possible, deeper even than he was trying to push it.
Kevin loosened his grip on her hair, and then she was sucking him off on her own, whimpering as she took his erect cock still farther into her throat.
She worked her tongue all over the bulbous head of his cock with a frenzy, hurrying him along and now wanting only to taste the hot streams of his cum. Her head bobbed up and down, and she was sucking his prick furiously. It kept jerking and throbbing, and the more she sucked it, the more it jumped around in her mouth.
His massive cock-head was pistoning in so hard, it was touching the back of her throat, but Carla only sucked on him all the harder. Without thinking anything of it, she reached up and grabbed his throbbing meat in her hand. She squeezed, and his cock throbbed still more wildly.
With a circled thumb and forefinger, she began jacking him off, urging him with her hand and mouth to shoot his rocks down her throat. She blew him as best as she knew how, her head bobbing back and forth as her hand jerked up and down.
The milkman kept pushing his solid prick into her sucking mouth, his hips pumping as fast as he could move them.
Carla felt the first tiny spurt of his sticky sperm squirt against her tongue, and she tightened her lips even more around his cock. Her tongue was darting all over the head of his prick, and then she started working her tonguetip into the little hole in the end of it.
“That’s enough!” Kevin suddenly snapped, yanking his prick right out of Carla’s mouth. “I know a lot better place to come than in your mouth.”
She stared up at him, a shiver of fear running down her spine. She knew he was going to try screwing her in the ass, and the prospect terrified her. Just the thought of his mammoth cock tearing into her virgin asshole made her tremble.
“Please don’t,” was all she could bring herself to say. “I’m begging you, please don’t fuck me in the ass. It’d kill me.”
“Hell, it won’t kill you!” he laughed, pulling her hair again so she had to stand up. “Now, get over there, and I’ll show you what to do.”
Kevin had her kneel in front of the couch and lean over so her tits and elbows were resting on the cushion. Her bare ass was sticking out at him, and he made her spread her knees wide on the carpet.
Carla’s eyes kept filling with tears, and she kept whimpering for him to let her go.
The muscular milkman simply ignored her. With his hand he took his throbbing cock and guided it up into her slippery pink cunt, pushing it in all the way with a quick thrust of his hips and making her groan. He jerked his prick in and out of her wet snatch until his thick cock-shaft was coated with her slick juices, then he eased it back put.
“Take a deep breath,” he warned her, lining the head of his huge cock up with her tight asshole. “Just relax, and you’ll make it easier for both of us.” Carla nodded shakily, her lower lip trembling, and braced herself. The backs of her full thighs were tensed tight, and she could feel his cock pressed against her puckered asshole, his hands holding the damp cheeks of her ass apart as be readied himself for his first thrust.
She expected him to gradually push his cock into her rectum, but he surprised her, with one brutal stroke spearing his prick almost halfway up her ass.
She cried out, lurching forward and clutching at the couch with her hands, and he shoved his cock the rest of the way up her pulsating asshole. His meat filled her rectum to bursting, and she thought she’d lose consciousness with the pain stabbing through her.
“Wait!” she gasped. “Oh… I don’t think I can take it. Please, it’s hurting me.”
“You can take it, all right,” he breathed, his prick starting to jerk deep inside her ass. “Hang on, ’cause I’m going to fuck you flat.”
Holding her hips steady with both hands, he began stroking his solid cock in and out of her taut asshole, working it as deep into her ass as he could and then pistoning it back out.
Carla gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tight, her breath coming in rasping gasps. The feel of his hard cock slamming up into her ass was unlike anything she’d ever kit, the sensations it was sending through her somehow obscenely exciting. Her hairy pussy was dripping wet, and her oily juices were drenching her warm inner thighs with a sticky film.
She could feel the swollen head of Kevin’s stiff prick cleaving into her gripping asshole, his thrusts getting steadily quicker and his breathing soon as labored as hers. He was cramming his cock straight up her ass, his twitching meat filling her slippery anal passage and stretching it open wider.
Carla was shuddering all over and her naked body was shiny with sweat. She groaned every now and then, trying to suppress the sounds, but unable to.
She was holding herself rigid, her bare ass sticking out, but not moving. Her cunt was slick with moisture, and her cunt-lips were swollen thick and sensitive, and yet still she wouldn’t respond to the feel of Kevin’s hammering prick sliding in and out of her ass. She just kept gritting her teeth and trying to ignore what he was doing to her.
“Pump your ass!” he snarled at her suddenly, giving her naked hip a loud slap. “Move it, damnit, pump your damn ass!”
And he reached down under her hips with both hands and started shoving his thick fingers up into her sopping cunt. He pushed as many fingers as he could get into her hot snatch, working them in and out and not letting up until Carla was moaning with passion.
She started gulping air hungrily, her thighs quaking, and moments later she was jerking back and forth frantically. The feel of his cock sliding up her ass and his fingers gouging into her slippery snatch was driving her right up the wall with pleasure so intense, she could barely handle it.
“You win,” she panted hoarsely, her hips working to take his plunging cock still deeper in her ass. “You win, you bastard! OHHH! Fuck my asshole raw! Fuck it harder! OHHH GOD! Jam your big, hairy cock up my ass harder! OHHH! Keep fingering my pussy, get your fingers all the way up my cunt-hole! Fingerfuck the hell out of my snatch! OHHH! I’m coming apart at both ends. OHHH GODDAMN! Shove your prick deeper in my asshole! Shove it as deep as you can. OHHH! God, I love it, I really love it! OHHH! You’re fucking the shit out of my ass! Keep slamming your cock up me! Harder, ram it up my asshole harder! OHHH!”
Her ass was slick with sweat and churning up and down and back and forth, the backs of her thighs straining taut. She kept shoving herself out at Kevin’s pistoning cock, her hot asshole sucking wetly at it every time she jerked forward.
While be fucked her ass and fingered her cunt, Carla slid her hands down under her jiggling tits and began squeezing and massaging her tingling nipples. They throbbed warmly, hardening even more, and she kept pulling at them with her fingertips.
Kevin’s fingers were stabbing up into her wet cunt, and his long prick kept stroking in and out of her tight asshole. He had her pink clit pressed between his two thumbs and he was squeezing it and making it tremble wildly, Carla’s groans getting sharper and higher pitched as he did so.
She was jerking back and forth on the couch, her thighs pumping and her ass thrusting out at him feverishly.
She felt the prick wedged up her ass start to shoot off, and then her wet whole was suddenly filled with hot liquid. Kevin rammed his squirting cock up her rectum with all his might pounding it into her and groaning loudly.
His hands clutched at her pussy, and Carla gasped with the climax searing into her trembling loins. Her asshole spasmed closed around his pistoning cock, her pink cunt at the same time contracting around his jabbing fingers.
“OHHH GOD!” she cried out. “I can feel your cum squirting up my ass, I can feel it! OHHH! Shove your cock deeper! Shoot all the cum in your nuts right up my asshole! OHHHH GOD! OHHHH MY GOD! I’M COMING MY ASS OFF! OHHHH!”
Both of them were lost in a blur of frantic motion, Kevin’s hips whipping back and forth as he crammed his stiff prick up her asshole, and Carla gasping for breath and pumping her ass like a maniac.
His thick jism kept pouring up into her rectum, spurting into her ass and glutting her hot bowels with wetness. With his fingers and thumbs, he squeezed and fondled her hairy cunt until she was one mass of quivering, groaning flesh.
Carla kept sticking her sweaty ass out at him and taking his rigid meat as deep in her pulsing asshole as she could get it, the whole while her orgasm making her squirm mindlessly.
She was squeezing her distended nipples so hard, she thought they’d bunt, her tits pressed flat into the couch and trembling with the unleashed lust coursing through her.
Kevin just kept jamming his shooting prick up her stretched-open asshole and getting his nuts off, his balls slapping into the warm undersides of her churning thighs as he pumped still faster.
He pumped until he could barely breath, and then, with a final choking gasp, he stabbed his cock up her ass one more time and fell forward onto her bare back.
Groaning with the feel of his prick buried in her ass and the bulk of his weight on top of her, Carla exhaled with a long, harsh sigh. She lay there, hands trapped under her bare tits, tears burning her eyes once again, and found she couldn’t help wondering what the milkman would think of for her to do next. Oddly enough, she was looking forward to whatever it was.
CHAPTER FOUR
Everything was pretty much back to normal in the Evans home by the time Steven showed up. Carla was still understandably shaken by the episode with Kevin Hershall, but she’d bathed and freshened up and Steven would certainly be none the wiser.
They ate dinner without speaking much, what conversation they had polite, but by no means intimate or even particularly entertaining to either of them. Thoughts of romance later in the evening kept Carla’s spirits fairly high, her need for at least a lot of hugging and kissing from Steven to comfort her held in check until she felt the time was ripe.
Her plans, then, were completely shattered when Steven, finished and rising from the table, said without looking at her, “I have to head back to the store. The bookkeeping’s been a mess ever since the accountant quit, and I have to straighten it out before the audit next week.”
Carla’s pretty face showed her keen disappointment, her blue eyes clouding over, but she tried to seem cheerful.
“Sure, I understand,” she said with a forced smile. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be waiting up for you tonight with my panties down and my legs spread.”
“Well,” he said slowly. “I’m going to be really late. Don’t bother waiting up. I guess I’ll see you later.”
And then he was gone, Carla left sitting alone at the table and fighting back her tears. So far today, nothing had gone right.
“Well, where have you been hiding yourself?” Val Davis asked with a bright smile when she opened her front door and found Carla standing on her porch. “My God, it’s been almost a month since you’ve come over and seen me.”
“Oh, I know,” Carla said with a small smile. “It’s just that everything’s been piling up on me lately, and I’ve needed time to be alone and just think things over.”
Val invited her into the living room, and then went into the kitchen to make coffee. She was a more than merely attractive divorcee, a tall, thin woman of twenty-nine with short, tightly curled blonde hair and an almost always impish grin. What she lacked in physical measurements — she had only two small bumps for tits and a gentle curve for an ass — she more than made up for with her graceful, positively slinky way of moving.
“Would you like some whiskey in your coffee?” Val called from the kitchen.
“Why not?” Carla shrugged, thinking that maybe if she got drunk, she could stand to be alive a little longer. “Put a lot of it in, in fact.”
Val came back in and sat down next to Carla on the couch. Both of them sipped at their coffee mixed with whiskey, and Carla soon told Val about everything that had happened to her since they’d last seen one another. She started with Steven’s sexual indifference to her, went through her seduction of young Simon, mentioned Steven’s one-shot fuck of the night before, recounted Kevin Hershall’s rape of her, and finally ended — in tears that she could no longer hold back — with Steven’s returning indifference.
“God, do I know that story well!” Val shook her head with a sympathetic smile. “That bastard I was married to was the saint damn way. For two years, everything was fine, and then one day he just stopped fucking me. I actually put up with going to bed horny every night for six months until I finally wised up and booted his ass out.”
“What did you do about sex after that?” Carla asked impulsively, and then, regretted it immediately, as it looked like she was trying to pry. “I mean…”
“I did everything about sex that I could,” Val laughed easily. “After fucking so many men that I forgot what their faces looked like, I went out and got a vibrator. Two vibrators, actually, and they keep me as happy as could be. No man could ever make me come like those humming plastic cocks of mine.”
“Really?” Carla asked, feeling herself blush slightly at the lewd picture of Val forming in her mind. “What does it feel like? I’ve never…”
Something still puzzled her. “Why two of them, anyway?”
She really blushed then, but the older, blonde-haired girl laughed and said, “I use one in my pussy and one in my ass at the same time. I usually come about twenty times in a row, if you can believe that.”
Carla was clearly impressed. “My God!” she giggled. “Where can I get one? I’m so horny, I’m just about ready to squat down on a picket fence.”
Val said eagerly, “Let me show you how they work, so you’ll know when you get yours.” And before Carla could stop her — although she didn’t try very hard, because she was consumed with curiosity — the long-limbed divorcee went into her bedroom and brought back two cock-shaped plastic vibrators.
Carla actually felt her cunt tingle just at the sight of them, the idea that here was something designed solely to make women climax again and again fascinating to her. Val handed them both to her, then went out to get more coffee and whiskey.
It was on the fourth or fifth whiskey and coffee — neither of them could remember which — that Val finally suggested that Carla, who was giggling giddily, try one of the vibrators out.
Carla’s only response was to ask, still giggling, “Where? Right here on the couch?” The idea, for some reason, seemed hysterically funny to her.
“In the bedroom, silly,” Val laughed. “Come on, you’ll love it.”
Carla needed very little coaxing. The two of them, leaning against one another and almost falling down with the whiskey flowing through their veins, managed to stumble into the bedroom.
Val had Carla lie down on the huge double bed and a minute later had her stark naked. The tall girl peeled her own clothes off, tossing them into the corner with Carla’s, and then climbed into bed.
Carla was, so drunk she could barely see straight, and she just lay there naked on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She felt a bit odd knowing there was another girl as naked as she was in bed with her, but the thought of the vibrator kept her from just getting up and dashing away.
“Spread your legs open,” Val said huskily, her voice shaking with her obvious anticipation.
Carla did as Val asked, raising her knees and opening her already damp thighs wide. Her pink cunt was sopping wet and as slick as could be, the glistening folds of her sensitive pussy-lips gaping opening and trembling.
She glanced over at the older girl, taking her body in with a quick, covert look. Val was even skinnier-looking undressed than she was dressed. Her tits were just one handful of soft flesh each. Her nipples were already hard and pointy. Her legs were long and slender, and where they joined at Val’s hairy crotch, the young divorcee’s hot snatch could be seen peeking out.
Averting her eyes, Carla tried not to look at her, the sudden intense desire she felt for the other girl’s firm body disturbing.
“Let me see if you’re wet enough first,” Val said quickly, and without waiting for Carla’s answer, she slipped a long, slender finger up into Carla’s pulsating cunt.