Carla shivered with the delicious feel of Val’s finger probing into her tight snatch, her initial reluctance to go along with that particular suggestion quickly passing. She closed her eyes with an embarrassed giggle and pretended she was too drunk to know what was going on, lying there with her legs patted as Val slowly explored her quivering pussy.
“Can you feel that?” Val breathed, jiggling her finger slightly and making Carla catch her breath sharply. “Does that feel good at all?”
“God, yes!” the dark-haired housewife breathed back. Her thighs trembled wildly, and the pink interior walls of her snatch were sucking at Val’s finger. “Am… am I wet enough to get the vibrator in yet?” Carla asked quietly, not much caring really as long as her companion kept pushing her finger into her cunt.
“Almost,” Val said, with the palm of her hand now cupping and squeezing Carla’s entire pubic mound until it was sopping with oily wetness. Both of them completely ignored the fact that Carla’s snatch was as slickly wet as it could ever get.
Then the slender blonde divorcee finally said with studied casualness, “Maybe I should… lick you down there. Just until you’re wet enough.”
Carla swallowed hard, and said shakily, “Okay.”
She kept her eyes closed, so she felt, rather than saw, Val move don between her legs. She felt the girl’s finger slide out of her swollen clit, and then the warm tongue that took its place made her gasp with indescribable pleasure.
“Oh, Val!” Carla croaked, her thighs spreading wider. “OH GOD! Take your time getting me wet! Oh! I love the feel of your wet tongue between my legs! OHHHH! God, do you know how to eat a girl’s cunt! OHHHHH!”
She opened her eyes to slits, watching as the skinny girl sucked and kissed her throbbing cunt all over. Val was on her knees and elbows, her bare little ass sticking up and her face buried in Carla’s crotch.
The blonde girl’s tongue darted into every wet nook and cranny of Carla’s slick snatch, sometimes lapping up and down along her quivering cunt-lips, and then sometimes spearing right into her pulsing cunt-hole itself.
Carla shuddered all over with the wholly indecent, sensation of having her pussy licked by another girl, her breathing quickening steadily and every silky square inch of her naked body damp with sweat. The sleek muscles in her strong thighs quaking, she raised her ass up with a jerky movement and pushed her snatch tighter into the older girl’s face.
“Suck it!” she gasped. “Lick my cunt all over! Oh God! I can feel your tongue going crazy down there. OHHHH! Put your tongue in me deeper! OHH!” Val, with her fingers holding Carla’s hot cunt open, sucked and smacked feverishly with her lips. She was working her tongue in and out of the girl’s juicy snatch, and she had her face crushed into Carla’s crotch, her cheeks slick with Carla’s oozing wetness.
Reaching down, Carla intertwined her fingers behind the tall divorcees head and pulled her still closer to her. She held Val’s face pressed into her sopping pussy, and at the same time pumped her hips up and down and ground her hot cunt-hole against Val’s mouth.
Carla’s heavy tits heaved with her rough breathing, and her nipples were rubbery hard and getting harder. She kept squirming around on the bed with her legs shaking and her bare ass jerking and straining, all the muscles in her nude body tensed.
Every time Val’s lapping tongue speared up into Carla’s cunt, Carla shivered uncontrollably, her damp thighs spreading wider and her ass raising higher off the bed. She was lost in the wanton sensations Val’s flicking, probing tongue sent racing through her, and she could feel the first shuddering tremors of her approaching climax begin to wash over her.
She clamped her hot thighs tightly around Val’s bobbing head, groaning, “OH GOD! My cunt’s throbbing like crazy! OHHH! Suck my pussy harder, suck it harder! OHHH CHRIST! You’re licking my snatch right off! Suck my clit! Suck my clit! OHHHH!”
Sucking as much of Carla’s snatch as she could into her mouth, Val started concentrating exclusively on her trembling pink clit. She tongued back and forth across it licking at it and making it tingle all the more. She sucked Carla’s wildly sensitive clit until Carla was gasping and writhing frantically, Val’s mouth locked between Carla’s thighs and pressing even tighter.
Then Carla, with a shivering jerk, brought her knees up almost to her tits and spread her thighs even wider, her hands letting go of Val’s head and moving to hold her legs bent back. She lay with her ass high off the bed, her smooth ass-cheeks rounded tautly and the warm undersides of her straining thighs trembling.
Val kept sucking as hard as she could on Carla’s quivering clit, her head moving in a short, tight circle as she licked with her tonguetip right on the tiny point of shivering sensation. With her fingers, she probed wetly into her girl friend’s slick snatch, stabbing up into it and wriggling her fingers all around.
Carla groaned with the passion surging through her, her entire body damp with warm perspiration. She was pumping her upraised ass still, moving it quickly and with ever-increasing urgency, ever fibre of her being intent on getting as much pleasure as she could from the lanky girl’s wet tongue.
“It’s too good!” Carla breathed with a muffled groan. “You’re turning my cunt inside out. OHHH! It’s so damn good! OHHHH! I’m going to come! God, I’m going to come! OHHHH! Keep sucking my clit! Harder! Suck my clit harder! OHHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH GODDAMN!”
She suddenly tightened her arms around the backs of her legs until her knees were digging into her firm tits, her moans of relief piercing the air as her orgasm buffeted her. The sharp smell of her climaxing cunt was all over the room, and her juices brimmed over and drenched Val’s already sopping face.
“OHH! OHHHH! OHHHH!” she cried out, her head thrown back and her eyes wild. “OHHHH MY GOD! I’M COMING! GOD, I’M COMING, I’M COMING SO MUCH! OHHHH! OHHHHHHHH!”
Val only sucked her snatch all the harder, pulling at Carla’s pink clit with her lips and not letting go. She was taking the dark-haired girl through one shuddering cunt-spasm after another, mouthing and sucking and licking and fingering Carla’s snatch furiously.
Carla gasped out the last of her shattering orgasm and let go of her legs, her limbs stretching out and then going limp.
Val finally pulled her mouth from Carla’s cunt, sitting up and smiling at her with her face slick with oily moisture. “How was it?” she asked with a giggle. “You sounded like you were coming to death!”
Carla smiled back at her. Now that she’d come, she was a bit embarrassed about what she’d let Val do to her. She didn’t want to make the tall girl feel awkward though, so she said, “I loved it… I… I’ve never been eaten by a girl before.”
“Have you ever eaten a girl before?” Val asked, slowly moving up alongside her on the bed. “Have you ever tasted another woman’s cunt before?”
“No,” Carla said awkwardly, suddenly self conscious. She knew that Val was about to suggest she try it, and she was torn between her sense of decency — which told her not to even consider trying it — and the actual desire she felt to at least kiss the young divorcee’s pussy. She changed the subject. “Why don’t you use one of the vibrators on me now? I can’t wait to feel it sliding up my cunt.”
“All in good time,” Val said quietly. “I’ll use the vibrator on you if you’ll just suck my cunt a little. Just make me come once with your mouth, and I’ll shove the vibrator up you and let you see what coming is all about.” Carla was silent for a moment, thoughtful about what she was being asked to do. Strangely, the thought of putting her tongue into Val’s slippery snatch didn’t repulse her in the least.
“If I just lay here, can you sit on my fad?” she asked, not looking the other girl in the eye. “Could you rt off like that?”
“Hell, yes,” Val giggled, and without another word, she sat up and threw one long, slender leg over Carla’s head.
She squatted with her knees on either side of Carla’s head and her hands on either side of Carla’s hips. With her ass jutting out and touching the headboard of the bed, she had her dripping pussy right in Carla’s face.
Carla reached up and wrapped her arms around Val’s narrow hips, pulling her down so that her wet snatch gaped open and hung there less than an inch from Carla’s waiting mouth. The blonde girl was already trembling, and she dipped her hips down, pressing her hairy cunt into Carla’s lips and shivering with the feel of wet contact. Then she pulled away with a sharp moan.
Carla could see straight up the skinny girl’s dripping pussy, the pink flesh of the girl’s sex glistening wetly and throbbing away. Val’s thighs were spread wide and quaking with lust, her small ass jerking under Carla’s crossed arms.
“Stick your mouth on it,” Val urged, wiggling her hips so that her cunt pressed into Carla’s face again. “Go ahead, stick your tongue in my snatch.”
Hesitantly, Carla started eating her out, her tongue probing into the hot recesses of Val’s tight cunt and making her groan. She spread the cheeks of the tall girl’s ass with her hands, and then she started working a finger up into Val’s puckered asshole.
“You catch on quick!” Val gasped. “Shove as many fingers as you can get up my ass, and keep sucking my pussy! OHHH, SWEET LITTLE FRIEND OF MINE, LICK MY CUNT! OHHHH!”
Carla found the distended nub of the other girl’s pulsing clit easily enough and enclosed it with her lips.
Val stiffened with a shuddering gasp, and her tight asshole throbbed shut around Carla’s probing fingers. She was groaning and squirming her ass around, her breath harsh and her snatch grinding tighter into Carla’s mouth.
Carla kept sucking on the lanky young divorcee’s clit, nibbling and licking and teasing at it with her tongue and lips and teeth. She was getting excited just eating Val’s pussy, and her own cunt was slick with wetness. She kept burrowing her face up into Val’s hot crotch and burying her fingers in her asshole, working on her from both ends just as she knew Val liked it.
The lithe girl on top of Carla was trembling all over, the muscles in her thighs standing taut and her knees spreading still wider on the bed as she pushed her snatch into Carla’s sucking mouth.
“Suck my cunt right down your throat!” Val moaned. “Stick your fingers deeper in my asshole, deeper! OHHHH! My clit feels like it’s going to explode any second! Kiss it, kiss it! OHHHHH! Keep eating me out! OHHHH, IT’S SO GOOD!”
Carla held Val down to her with her arms around her writhing ass and kept on sucking her fiery hot clit. She could feel the tiny pink stub quivering and throbbing, the wet fleshy folds surrounding it pulsating, and she tongued at it with even more fervor.
With a sudden low moan, Val thrashed convulsively, her hair-trigger clit throbbing still more, and she was adrift in the lewd rapture of an overwhelming climax. That she’d started coming in less than three minutes from the time Carla had started eating her was amazing enough, but that she kept on coming, again and again and again and again, was unbelievable to the young housewife sucking the girl’s pussy.
Val kept groaning and squirming like she had a live snake up her tightly clenching asshole, her breath whooshing out of her and then catching short again as still another bone-shaking orgasm slammed into her.
Carla just hung on, her fingers jabbing up into Val’s spasming asshole and her warm mouth flush with Val’s wildly quivering cunt.
The long, lanky divorcee shuddered with a final gasping groan and then was still, ha legs sagging and her hairy pussy gaping open on Carla’s mouth and chin. She trembled several more times, and then she rolled over on the bed.
She said breathlessly to Carla, “And now I’ll give you a feel of a vibrating come that you’ll never forget.”
When Carla got home from Val’s the house was dark and Steven still wasn’t there. She undressed and got into bed, having showered at Val’s and waited for him, her intent not so much sexual as to find out where her and Steven’s love life stood.
It was over an hour later before he came home, and when he did, he kissed her good night — surprised she was still awake — and then rolled over on his side and went immediately to sleep. If he would have listened at all, he might have heard her crying softly into her pillow.
CHAPTER FIVE
Three days later, Carla thought she was actually going to go crazy. For three days now, Steven had left for work in the morning, come home briefly in the evening, and then gone directly back to work. He neither kissed her nor hugged her with any feeling whatsoever, and every time she approached him on the matter, he snapped at her, touchier each time, than the last about his sexual disinterest in her.
And, during the same three-day period, Carla had cried, tried to act as if his indifference wasn’t bothering her, and then gone over to spend every evening tangled naked and panting in Val’s arms.
It was a little after two in the afternoon, and Carla sat on the couch alone and stared blankly at the television. There was some kind of game show on, but she paid no attention to it, her mind instead occupied with worrisome thoughts concerning herself and Val. That Carla might become a full-fledged lesbian — as Val so obviously had — terrified her, and she knew that if she didn’t get her bare thighs around a man soon, Val would eventually convert her to one of her own.
Even now, sitting alone in the house, Carla was tempted to call the slender blonde girl on the phone and have her come over for an afternoon of groaning and sweaty squirming. If even Simon, the paperboy, would show up she’d be satisfied. But he delivered his papers in the morning, and so Steven was always home when he came by. And since he only collected for the paper every two weeks, it would be some time before Carla could get her hands on his stiff little cock again.
She thought of Kevin Hershall, the milkman, but even he seemed to be out of the picture for the moment. A replacement was handling his milk route — Kevin apparently taking off for vacation the day after he’d raped Carla — and she wasn’t about to let the entire milk company know she was fair game. It surprised her that she was now willing to let a man who’d raped her have another go at her cunt, if he’d been around, but she was that anxious for a sexual encounter with a man any man.
Realizing what she had to do, she finally rose from the couch and went into her bedroom to get dressed.
Carla Evans sat in a booth in the Happy Limes Bar, slowly sipping through two straws at her rum and Coke. It was a quiet bar, dimly lit, and the afternoon crowd was unusually light. As Carla sat sipping her drink, she kept an eye out for the kind of man she needed to take her off somewhere and screw her silly, her head nodding up and her eyes widening almost imperceptibly any time someone came through the door.
She wore a pale silky dress, sporty and dressy-looking at the same time, and high, open toe platform shoes that made the tendons in the backs of her calves round tautly when she walked. So far, she’d seen no one that looked particularly interesting to her sexually.
And then a male voice asked: “Well, Carla, what a surprise to find you here!”
She turned with a start to find George Grayson standing by the booth and smiling from ear to ear at her. He was tall and rangy-looking, his brown hair unkempt at times and always seeming to need at least a trim, but everything considered, he was just what she would’ve ordered if she’d had the chance. Unfortunately she knew since they were neighbors that he was married and — at least from all appearances — devoted to his cute little wife.
“Can I sit down?” he asked, sliding in beside her when she nodded pleasantly. “What have you been up to? What are you doing in here, anyway?”
“What does it look like?” she laughed good-naturedly. “I’m having a drink. How about yourself, what are you doing in here?”
“The same,” he laughed, signaling the waitress to bring him a beer. “Ever since I was laid off, I’ve been kind of wandering around without much to do. And Jill — I’m sure you know my wife, Jill — she’s been so busy lately with her clubs and charity work and all that crap that we hardly ever see each other any more.”
“I know the feeling,” Carla said with a trace of rancor. She changed the subject, not really in the mood to discuss her problem with Steven. “I’m not used to drinking all that much. This rum and Coke is running right through me. Will you still be here when I get back from the powder room?”
“I won’t move a muscle,” George promised, “Take your time.”
Alone in the restroom, Carla quickly pulled her pantyhose and panties off and stuffed them in her purse. It seemed to her that with George’s wife neglecting him the way she was, he would probably be receptive to what she had in mind. Touching her warm cunt with a fingertip, she was pleased to find it was dripping wet and already throbbing with anticipation. She went back out to the booth she shared with her ruggedly handsome neighbor.
When she slid back in beside him she moved right up next to him, her leg pressed to his just to see what he’d do. George made no protest, and the two of them sat there for three-quarters of an hour, steadily getting drunker and finally giggling at anything that seemed even mildly amusing.
After a bit of this back-and-forth banter, Carla reached down and took his hand in her own, squeezing it. He laughed self-consciously, his face actually turning red with embarrassment when she slid his hand up between her bare thighs.
His fingers found her slippery wet pussy, and he jerked in surprise, whispering hoarsely, “God, you’re not wearing any panties!”
“I’m sure not,” she whispered back just as hoarsely, squeezing her thighs around his hand. “I took them off just for you, Georgie.”
He swallowed hard, his fingers probing up into Carla’s hot cunt until her juices were oozing out and dribbling down onto the smooth plastic of the scat. He said shakily, “My wife… Jill, she wouldn’t…”
“She wouldn’t even know,” Carla breathed, her hips already moving back and forth as her knees spread wider under the table. “We could go to a motel.”
He seemed embarrassed even more. “I’m out of work, I really don’t have much more money than enough for a couple of drinks.” Even in the semi-darkness she could see he was blushing furiously.
“I can pay for the room,” she said finally. “I’ve got enough money with me to pay for the motel.”
She knew she was giving away just how desperate she really was, but somehow it didn’t seem to matter. All she could think about was the two of them, her and George Grayson, locked in a passionate embrace on a motel bed. She shook with an involuntary shiver.
George took a deep breath, much as if he was thinking of his pretty wife Jill, but nodded at last with a nervous smile.
The room was small and sparsely furnished, but it was clean. The two of them stepped in, and George closed the door, his hands shaking as he hooked the safety chain in place. It was obvious he was more than a little nervous about discovery.
He turned around and almost stumbled over Carla, who was already grabbing at his belt and undoing it. She managed to get his pants unbuttoned and his fly down, and then she was reaching into his pants for his cock.
“Let’s get on the bed, at lent,” he laughed, pushing his pants and shorts the rest of the way down and stepping over them. “Relax, Carla, we’ve got plenty of time.”
“I’m so damn horny, I can’t wait!” she giggled. “Take my dress off. Strip me naked, and then fuck me to death!”
She bounced back on the bed, kicking her shoes off, her hands quickly unbuttoning the front of her dress. Then she pulled her dress open in the front and showed George her damp, bare tits, the nipples purplish red and poking out at him.
George, completely naked, jumped on top of her with a laugh, his arms going around her slender waist and his mouth finding hen. They kissed for a long time, sucking at each other’s lips and darting their tongues together.
Pulling away from her, he finished undressing her, Carla sitting up while he pulled her dress over her head and tossed it across a chair.
“Will you fuck me till I tell you to stop?” she breathed. With her arms around his neck, she pulled him down on top of her.
“You may never tell me to stop,” he laughed.
“That’s right, George,” she smiled, pulling him still closer until his fact was next to hers. “Just start humping me, and don’t stop!”
She spread her damp thighs and groaned when she felt his long, hard cock slide up into her wet snatch. Just the feel of his rigid meat throbbing deep within her made Carla shiver, the pink walls of her cunt clenching at his thick cock-shaft and holding it tight.
“Make it good!” she said. “Fuck me till I can’t walk!”
“I’ll have to carry you out of here,” George laughed, his hips drawing back.
He poised with just the head of his twitching cock imbedded in the very outer folds of Carla’s tight cunt, his thighs trembling as he tried to make the anticipation as great as possible for her.
Then, when she was raising her bare ass off the bed and trying to pull him down to her with a series of little gasps, he slammed his hips forward and drove his massive prick straight up her pulsating pussy.
Carla stiffened with a muffled cry into his shoulder when his stiff cock plunged into hen her legs straightening for a moment with the impact, and then instantly wrapping around behind his. She groaned again, clutching at his back and shoulders when he started pistoning his solid prick in and out of her hot cunt.
“Like that, like that, just keep doing it like that!” she gasped, fast becoming lost in the motion of their frenzied humping.
George needed a shave, and his face pressed close to hers was rubbing her cheek until it was tender to the touch. Carla didn’t even notice, her attention centered on the stiff cock sliding in and out of her slippery snatch.
She was pumping from underneath as quickly as he was pumping from on top, her thighs straining as she worked to take his hard cock as deep as she could get it in her quivering cunt.
Getting her hands down around his churning hips, she grabbed hold of his ass, digging her nails in and pulling until his crotch was still tighter to hers. She could feel his rigid cock pushing into the wet opening of her cunt and then stroking back out, the huge shaft of his meat filling her with throbbing hardness.
George kept slamming his cock into the juicy depths of her wet pussy and fucking her frantically, his hips whipping up and down faster with every thrust. He had his hands dug in under her squirming bottom and was yanking her up from the bed every time he crammed his long prick deep in her hot cunt, his crotch grinding into hers and the base of his prick pummeling her fiery clit.
“Fuck the hell out of me!” she moaned, spreading her knees as wide as she could get them. “Ram your big prick up me and ream my cunt out with it! OHHHH! OHHHHHH! OHHH! It’s so damn good! Just keep shoving your hard cock up my snatch! Fuck me, George, fuck me flat! OHHHHHH! I love it! OHHHH! Shave your cock deeper! Shove it deeper! I want to feel it all the way up my snatch! OHHHHHHH! OHHHH GOD! It’s going so deep, your cock is going so deep in my pussy! OHHHHH! Keep fucking me! Fuck me harder! Harder! HARDER!”
Carla groaned mindlessly, her body damp with sweat and her ass bouncing all over the bed. The bedsprings were creaking so loud she was sure they could be heard in the next room, but she was too much into the feel of the fucking that George Grayson was giving her to even care.
George hammered his wiry frame against her with a fury, his hips jerking still faster and his cock sliding in and out of her hairy wet snatch frenziedly. His hands still cupping her sweaty ass, he was squeezing her writhing ass cheeks as hard as he could, pulling her up against him faster even than she was pumping.
George’s teeth were clenched and his breathing got quicker by the second. He kept pushing his throbbing cock all the way into Carla’s tight snatch, and Carla kept taking every inch of it and shuddering with the feel of it.
She squirmed and writhed beneath him, her hot thighs clamped to his and pumping with a jerky thrusting motion. Every time George’s solid prick cleaved into her pink pussy she groaned all the louder, clutching wildly at his ass with her hands and urging him on to fuck her still harder. The juices from her snatch flowing freely, she was shoving her sopping crotch up at him and taking his pounding prick yet deeper.
Cheek to cheek with him, she breathed in his ear, “Oh George, you’re fucking the daylights out of me! OHHHH! Keep pushing! Keep ramming your prick up my cunt! OHHHHHH! It’s making me shiver! OHHHH! Fuck me faster, faster, fuck me faster! OHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHH! God, I love your cock, I love it! Push it deeper in my snatch! Fill my cunt with your big cock! OHHHHUHHH!”
The lean neighbor slammed his jerking meat so hard into Carla’s snatch it knocked the wind out, of her, his groin slapping against hers and making her gasp for breath.
“I told you,” he groaned through gritted teeth. “I told you I’d have to carry you out of here! Goddamn, you fuck wild! Your cunt grabs my cock every time I stick it in! GOD! Can you feel your pussy grab like that? GOD, THAT FEELS GOOD!”
“Hell, yes, I can feel it,” Carla groaned. “You’re fucking my little ass off! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHH! Even my asshole’s throbbing like crazy! OHHHH GODDAMN! OHHHH!”
George apparently had to see for himself about her asshole, because a second later he shoved his finger up her ass and dug in.
Carla squirmed crazily, the sensation of his cock in her cunt and his finger up her ass not unlike the tricks Val had showed her with the two vibrators. She lurched up from the bed, the muscles in her legs tightening, and was wildly alive with animation.
Pushing his finger still deeper in her pulsing asshole, George never slowed down fucking her for a second, his cock pounding into her snatch and glutting her with keenly felt tremors of pleasure.
“I’m going to shoot my wad!” George gasped shakily. “Hang on, here it comes…”
Carla felt him suddenly go taut on top of her, his breath catching and his prick quivering wildly. And then his cock jerked again and began splattering his thick cum into her juicy cunt, shooting his jism up her in pearly streams.
“I can feel it!” the dark-haired housewife moaned, her own climax starting to rip through her trembling loins. “I can feel your cum squirting into my snatch! OHHHHH! Shoot all of it up me, fill my pussy to the brim with your hot sperm! OHHHHH! Goddamn, it feels so good! OHHHHHH!”
George had his spurting prick buried in Carla, and Carla was writhing and twisting beneath him, her wet cunt contracting around his meat and holding it tight.
He humped her all the harder, pistoning his cock in and out of her until they were both sweat-slickened and bleary-eyed and then when he was finally finished coming, he ground to a halt.
They lay wrapped in each other’s arms for several moments, neither of them speaking or making any effort to move. When Carla stopped swallowing long enough to get a word out, she said, “George, your wife must be crazy to be out screwing around with those charities when she could be home screwing with you. I thought I’d never stop coming.”
“Maybe you could sign an affidavit to that effect, and I’ll show it to her,” he laughed, giving her firm ass a playful little squeeze.
“Sure,” Carla laughed. She smiled at him, realizing that she was genuinely fond, of George Grayson. “You want to take a quick shower before we do it again?”
She half expected him to rebel at her suggestion that they fuck again — partially because of her recent experiences with Steven — but George said cheerfully, “Sure, come on. Then I’m going to hump your brains out.”
He grabbed her sweaty warm hand, and the two of then I ran laughing and giggling to the bathroom. Carla took a really good look at him as he bent to turn the shower on, her appreciation evident in her expression. To Carla, he was exactly what the doctor — her cunt, in this case — had ordered.
“Get in,” he said, turning to her.
“Well, you get in first,” she said. “I don’t want to singe my cunt-hair if it’s too hot.”
He shook his head with a laugh, then climbed into the tub. The hot spray of the shower beaded against his skin and ran in heavy rivulets down over his chest, crotch and legs. Carla watched him for a moment, then she climbed in with him.
“Not too hot for you?” he smiled at her, pulling the glass shower door closed behind her.
“It’s just right.” Carla picked up a small bar of soap and unwrapped it. She rubbed the soap between her small hands until she worked up a lather, and then she reached for George’s dangling cock.
“That feels almost as good as your snatch,” George said, watching as Carla soaped and pulled and tugged at his soft prick. “I’m not kidding,” he added with another laugh.
Carla giggled, her bare tits jiggling, and kept sliding her hand up and down his steadily hardening cock. It was alive under her lingers, the shaft of it already pulsing and the head quickly swelling and growing red.
“I’d blow you, except I don’t want a mouthful of soap,” she said quietly, still jacking him off with a soap-filled hand. “I’d suck it and swallow every ounce of your cum.”
The long prick she played with soon was hard and throbbing, and she kept working her hand up and down, faster and faster, wanting to see his sperm jet into the air. She leaned over closer to it.
“Tell me when you’re ready to come, and I’ll aim it in my mouth,” she murmured, her excitement almost as keen as his. “We’ll see if you can squirt it into my mouth from a distance.”
“Jeez, you’re making my nuts tighten up,” he said stiffly, and then, “Listen, Carla, hold it a second. I’ve got a better idea.”
“What idea?” she asked, her hand still moving rapidly on his upright cock and her blue eyes watchful for the eruption of his cum she knew would soon follow. “What idea?” she asked again.
“Let’s screw standing up in the tub,” he suggested, but it was obvious he was fighting the temptation to just shoot his rocks while she jacked him off, the prospect of a more pleasurable climax in her tight cunt offset by the immediacy of the hand job she was giving him. “Jump up on me, and I’ll hold you up with my hands under your ass. Have you ever tried it?” He got closer to getting his nut by the second.
“No, but it sounds like fun,” she gilled up at him, suddenly releasing his throbbing prick and straightening. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she rubbed her naked body against his, her taut nipples grazing his chest and her hairy snatch touching the bulbous head of his standing cock.
George braced himself in the tub with his feet wide and then, with his hands cupping Carla’s round little ass, he pulled her up to him.
With her arms tight around his neck and her heels hooked behind his legs, Carla lowered herself slowly onto his rigid cock. She bounced up and down with a fluid wiggling motion, managing to wedge the fleshy head of his prick into her sopping cunt and then sliding down on it.
“I take it back about your soapy hand feeling as good as your snatch,” George breathed, pushing his lean hips forward and shoving his cock still deeper into Carla. “Nothing feels as good as your snatch.”
Carla considered asking, “Not even Jill’s snatch?” but decided against it. There was no sense in reminding him of that particular relationship.
“Your prick’s deep in my pussy,” she whispered hotly, jiggling up and down and feeling his stiff meat sliding in and out of her. “God, it’s hard as anything!”
His hands squeezed her rubbery ass, and then he started lifting her up and bringing her back down, his hips pumping back and forth and his throbbing cock pistoning into her wet clit. The shower covered them both with a fine, hot mist, but neither of them seemed to notice as their thrusting grew steadily more urgent.
Carla’s heavy tits bounced up and down rhythmically, a constant stream of water cascading over them and trickling off the very points of her swollen nipples. She brought herself down harder id harder on George’s stiff, twitching cock, impaling her snatch on it and shuddering with the intense pleasure it gave her.
Her breath getting harsher by the moment, she was sitting down on his standing prick and then jerking back up, her full thighs straining and pumping faster with each thrust.
George kept pushing his big cock up into her tight pussy, ramming it up to her and making Carla shudder all the more. His breathing was as ragged as hers, and his eyes were half-closed and glazed over with the lust coursing through him.
Groaning with the sensation of his cock buried to the hilt in her, Carla moaned and squirmed and fucked him as hard as he was fucking her. Her pussy was so wet her hot juices were flowing down her quaking thighs, the oily film of it washed away by the shower as juicy as it formed.
“Your cock’s so hard! It’s so damn hard! Ram it up my snatch and make me come! Make me come with your big, hairy cock in my cunt! OHHH! Push it farther up my cunt, push your meat farther up me! Make me come my ass off like I know you can! OHHHH! OHHHH GOD! I want to come! OHHHH! Fuck me harder! Fuck me silly with that big, stiff prick of yours! OHHHH!”
His solid cock hammered up into her juicy snatch, and his hands squeezed her writhing ass until his fingers left marks on her white flesh. She kept spearing herself on his meaty prick with all her weight behind every jerky thrust, the smooth muscles in her thighs and ass standing taut.
The harder they humped, the more Carla moaned and the more frantically she squirmed against him, her bare ass sticking out and bobbing up and down, she kept working her hips with a grinding, urgent pumping motion.
Her cunt-juices oozing from her snatch, the entire bathroom was rank with the smell of her sopping cunt. She groaned with a nonstop moaning wail, her mouth open and gulping air as she gasped with pleasure so delicious she thought both of them would topple sideways when they started coming. The slick interior of her hot pussy sucked at George’s driving cock each time it stroked back out of her, her pussy-lips swollen and stretched open around his cock-shaft.
Her legs locked to the backs of his, she pumped at a mile a minute, her thighs quaking and jerking with the strain of it.
“Stick your prick even deeper up my cunthole!” she gasped brokenly, panting for breath. “Fuck me faster! Let me feel your cum gushing up my snatch, let me fret it! Pound my hairy pussy to pieces! OHHHH GODDAMN, IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD! OHHHH! Let me feel you getting your nuts off in my cunt! OHHH!”
She was spreading her knees as wide as she could, her whole body working up and down along George’s lanky frame. Every time she slammed her cunt down on his upright cock, her clit was squeezed between his hard cock-base and the prominent bone near the top of her pubic bulge, the tingling tremors this action sent through her making her gasp.
George crammed his twitching meat even harder into her pulsating snatch, glutting her pink cunt-hole with rigid male flesh as his cock-head parted and filled the wet, gripping opening her cunt-walls formed.
Carla was going wild with the relentless screwing George Grayson was giving her under the hot spray of the shower. Her black hair, dewed with moisture, flew in the air as she speared her quivering cunt still deeper on his jerking cock.
Then she felt George’s already stiff cock stiffening even straighter in the slippery depths of her tight snatch, felt it stiffen until she thought it would snap. She tensed up just as his sticky cum exploded from the end of his rock-hard cock, her groans echoing his as both of them started coming.
Her pussy spasming tight around his shooting prick, she groaned and cried out until she was hoarse, the whole while George’s thick jism pouring into her.
They ground together, crotch to crotch, becoming one as the electric shock of their simultaneous orgasms overpowered them. Struggling to hold his balance, George pumped his throbbing cock into her until his balls were finally empty of the sperm they carried, his cock giving a last jerking twitch and then spurting the rest of his load.
Carla hung to him tightly even after she’d put her feet on the bottom of the tub, her face pressed against his chest as her breathing slowly returned to normal. It suddenly occurred to her that she should feel cheap for what she’d spent ha afternoon doing with George, and she realized that she probably would eventually when she looked back on it. But, for the moment, she was too busy feeling satisfied sexually to worry about it too much.
CHAPTER SIX
When Steven got home from work at seven o’clock, Carla was right there waiting for him. Without bothering to serve dinner first, she stepped out of the bedroom stark naked as he came through the front door and said to him, “Steven, if you expect to eat tonight, you’re going to have to give me a little attention first. I’ve had it with your attitude, I really have. I can’t go on like this another day.”
That her approach lacked the elements of a true seduction mattered little to her. Simply put, she was tired of playing guessing games with her bone-weary husband about whether he’d be too exhausted to fuck her or not.
Steven simply stared at her. “Are you cracking tip or something? For Christ’s sake, you know how much my job is tearing me down. This is the wont time of the year, and we’re losing money besides. Damn it, Carla, have a heart!”
“You have a heart!” she snapped. “I hardly think it’s too much to ask for a woman to want her husband’s love and affection every now and then.”
He looked away from Carla’s accusing stare, and then be said quietly, “I think you’re turning into a nymphomaniac. All I ever hear around here is ‘Steven, fuck me’ or ‘Steven, shove your cock in me’. I mean, you’re really becoming a Goddamn nymphomaniac.”
“A nymphomaniac! Once a month in the sack with you makes me a nympho?! Steven, if you believe that, then you’re the one who’s cracking up.”
He stared at her for a moment, his eyes telling her nothing, and then he shook his head sadly and said, “I’ll get something to eat downtown. Don’t bother waiting up me, I’ll be working late as usual. See you later…”
And while Carla stood there naked, her frustration so great she could have screamed, her husband turned around and disappeared out the door. She stood without moving a muscle for a full five minutes, wanting to cry but refusing to let herself. Finally, she went to the phone and found her paperboy’s phone number.
Getting past his mother with a story about not getting the paper she was supposed to, Carla managed to get Simon on the line. She felt silly, but she was angry enough with Steven and horny enough for the young paperboy to try almost anything.
“This is Carla Evans, Simon,” she said shakily, feeling more foolish by the moment. “I’m sorry. I had to lie to your mother, but I really want to see you. My cunt’s so wet, it’s dripping down my legs.”
“No problem at all, Mrs. Evans,” he said for the benefit of his mother. “I’ll be glad to bring you one of my extra papers. I’ll be over in a few minutes with it.”
“You’re a real sweetheart,” Carla giggled. “I’ll be naked and waiting for you.”
She hung up the phone with a tight little smile on her pretty face, determined that, from now on, she was going to get her sex from any source she could. And if Steven found out and didn’t like it, she thought bitterly, he could just lump it.
Ten minutes later Simon knocked on her door, and she let him in. He tossed the paper he carried on a chair, his manner much more self-assured than it had been the first time he’d seen Mrs. Carla Evans naked. He was in jeans and a sweat shirt, his blond hair combed neatly, and he immediately gabbed Carla around the waist and hugged her.
“You certainly got rid of your shyness from last time in a hurry,” the young housewife smiled warmly. She squeezed him as tightly as he was squeezing her, her bare tits in his face and her hairy snatch nabbing against his hip.
“We’ll have to kind of hurry,” he said. “My mother expects me back home pretty quick. Tomorrow’s a school day.”
“You’ll just have to fuck me as fast as you can then, won’t you?” she laughed, already unfastening the front of his jeans and reaching in for his hard little cock. “The faster the better,” she added immodestly.
Simon shivered when Carla’s cool fingers encircled his twitching prick, his rigid meat jerking under her hand. He took his shin off and his shoes off and his socks off, and then Carla helped him get his pants and underwear the rest of the way down. Still holding onto his throbbing cock, she led him over to the couch. Both of them sat down.
“If we had more time, I’d suck you off,” she said in the sultriest of voices. She squeezed his prick until the head was swollen with blood and ready to burst. “God, you get so damn hard!”
“Well, what do you expect?” he laughed. “All I have to do is see your pussy and I get a hard-on.”
Simon cupped her heavy tits with sweaty hands, his fingers toying with her nipples. He watched raptly as they hardened.
Carla snuggled closer to him, her hand on his cock starting to move up and down, and traced with just the moist tip of her tongue along his cheek and then into his ear. “Simon,” she breathed hotly, “I want you to put your stiff little prick in my asshole tonight. I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
He glanced at her with a startled expression. “Fuck you in the ass?” he asked uncertainly. “Won’t that hurt you? I mean, your asshole is…”
“It won’t hurt a bit,” she interjected, kissing his cheek. “Anyway, you’ll love it.”
She’d been anxious to try anal sex again ever since Kevin Hershall had forced her to submit to it that afternoon, but the size of the cocks she’d came in contact with frightened her. That Simon — even though large for his young years — he had a prick that her tight little asshole could more easily accommodate, was incentive enough for her to try it with him.
He stood up, and Carla sprawled face down on the couch and spread her bare legs as wide as worn would permit. Her tits flattening against the cushion and her knees digging in, she reached around with her hands and spread the firm cheeks of her ass until her puckered asshole was stretched taut. The brown ring of flesh throbbed warmly and opened slightly to Simon’s more than merely curious eyes.
“It sure is a small bolt to be sticking my dick in,” he observed quietly, kneeling behind her and staring. His hard prick stood straight out in front of him, the veined shaft of it quivering with anticipation. “You’re positive it won’t hurt you?”
“I’ll let you know if it hurts,” she said hoarsely. “Come on, fuck the skit out of my ass.”
From where he was kneeling, Simon could see the horny housewife’s gaping snatch, the wet outer lips of it pouting open and slick with her already oozing lubrication. With his fingers he probed into her hot pink cunt, sliding them in and out and then rubbing the oily wetness all over Carla’s palpitating asshole.
She trembled, raising her ass up so her ass-crack widened, and held herself open for him. The full backs of her thighs quaking, she said, “Let me fed your cock in my asshole, Simon. Ram it up me as hard as you can.”
Simon, satisfied that her tight asshole was now slippery enough, took his cock in his hand and guided it between the damp checks of her ass. When the fleshy tip of his prick was pressed against her twitching anal perforation, he pushed forward and managed to neatly slip the entire head of his throbbing meat into her ass.
“You’re doing fine,” Carla gasped, the feel of his cock starting to work up into her gripping asshole making her breath quicken. “Just shove your cock all the way in…”
With an almost brutal thrust, Simon crammed his prick the rest of the way up Carla’s hot rectum, the thickness of his meat forcing her asshole open until it was stretched wide. He buried himself fully in her, his groin pressed to her rubbery ass-cheeks and his balls hanging down against the underside of her hairy cunt.
“Boy, it’s a really tight fit,” he said. He slid his hands in under her naked hips and cupped the plump bulge of her cunt. “I’m about ready to come right this second.”
“Don’t you dare!” she giggled, beginning to pump her hips and up and down. She had her arms stretched out in front of her with her head resting between them.
The young boy started sliding his stiff cock in and out of her clenching asshole, his bulbous cock-head pushing up into her jerking ass as far as it coqid reach. He humped her from behind with a steady pumping motion, pistoning his solid prick into her wet asshole and making her groan quietly under her breath.
“Faster!” she urged him on. “Fuck my ass faster!”
His groping fingers found her tingling clit, and he massaged it feverishly, his fingertips touching at the faintly trembling nub of pink flesh until it was quivering. He rammed his hard cock up her tight asshole with all the enthusiasm of his youth, pounding it into her with all his might.
The dark-haired housewife gasped with the frantic battering Simon’s spearing prick was giving her ass, her thighs and hips straining as she worked against him. She was damp with perspiration, and the slick juices of her snatch welled out of her and slowly formed a wet spot on the couch beneath the juncture of her thighs.
Simon’s probing fingers slid up into her pulsating cunt, working their way into the tight passageway and stabbing between her glistening cunt-walls. He fingerfucked her with a passion, jabbing his fingers up her snatch and at the same time manipulating her clit until she was going wild with the feel of it.
His cock kept pounding up into her hot asshole, stroking in and pistoning back out almost as if it had a life of its own. With every thrust of his hips, Simon yanked at her crotch with his hands, pulling her hips up and plunging his prick still deeper into her ass.
“Harder! Ram your cock up my asshole even harder!” Carla gasped, squirming beneath him. “Fuck my asshole raw! Ream it out! OHHH! Keep stabbing me in the ass with your cock! Faster! Faster! Faster! OHHH GOD!”
She writhed and kicked with a frenzy, her bare ass churning up and down as she tried to take his driving rod of meat as deeply into her pulsing ass as she could get it. Every sleek muscle in her body straining, she moaned mindlessly with the sensations the jabbing cock engorging her rectum sent through her.
Simon pounded his prick up her squirming harder still, slamming it into her with thrusts that grew more urgent and erratic by the minute.
Carla’s tiny clit throbbed with the massaging it was getting from Simon’s nimble fingers, the exquisitely sensitive stub of it distending and growing firm from his attention to it. She could feel the wet, rubbery circle of her taut asshole sucking at the boy’s plunging cock. She gasped for air, her face beaded with drops of sweat and her long black hair soaked and sticking to her skin.
Simon kept, squeezing and poking at Carla’s sopping cunt, his fingers both pulling at her clit and exploring the pink insides of her cunt-hole at the same time. He kept jamming three fingers at a time into the wet folds of her quivering snatch, pushing them in furiously and sliding them out just as quickly.
Her hips pumping in short, jerky thrusts that made the damp cheeks of her round little ass tighten together, Carla shuddered every time the paperboy impaled her to the hilt with his stiff prick, her entire body shaking uncontrollably with the rampant ass-fucking he was giving her.
“Stick your cock deeper in my asshole! Shove your meat all the way up my ass! OHHHH! OHHHH SHIT! OHHH MY GOD! Fuck the shit right out of my asshole! Fill my ass with your hard cock! OHHH! It’s so good I can’t stand it, it’s so damn good! You’re stretching my little asshole wide open! Deeper, go deeper in my ass! OHHH! And keep fingerfucking my snatch! Squeeze it! Squeeze my cunt hard! My clit’s tingling like mad! OHHH!”
She was being consumed with lust, every nerve-ending in her jerking body alive with sensation. The backs of her pumping thighs tensed, the muscles slowly knotting, and Carla cried out and began twisting and thrashing all over the place.
It was all Simon could do to stay on her sweat-covered back, his hands clutching at her dripping crotch and his fingers sliding yet deeper into her slippery cunt. He ground his cock even harder into her spasming asshole, reaming her rectum out with his throbbing chunk of meat and making her squirm all the more.
Carla could feel every inch of his hammering prick pushing up into her tight rectum, from his twitching cock-head all the way back to the base of his cock-shaft. The delicious friction of his slippery cock sliding in and out of her even more slippery asshole was almost more than she could bear, it being all she could do not to just shriek at the top of her lungs with the shivering excitement coursing through her.
Driving his solid cock into her clenching asshole feverishly, Simon panted hoarsely, “it’s so tight! GODDAMN! Your asshole is so tight and wet and hot and slippery! GOD! It’s squeezing my, dick to death! It feels just like you’re blowing me with your ass! UHHHHH! GODDAMN! I’m gonna come! UHHHH! Your asshole is gonna suck all my cum right out of my dick! ARGHHHH! UHHHH!”
Stiffening with the impact of his suddenly violent thrusts, Carla let out a whimpering groan and straightened her quaking legs out behind her. The warm cheeks of her ass closed around Simon’s ramming prick, his meat gripped wetly from tip to base by both her hot asshole and the damp flesh of her ass-cheeks.
“Give me all your cum!” she moaned. “Shoot so much cum up my asshole it’ll run out every time I take a shit! AHHHH! OHHHH GOD! OHHH! I can feel your prick shooting off! I can feel your jism squirting up my ass!”
Her pussy quivered and then blossomed into orgasm, her cunt-hole dosing on Simon’s darting fingers. Carla ground her clit into the couch, working the top portion of her cunt into the rough fabric of the cushions and trapping Simon’s hands underneath her.
The shell-bunts of jarring pleasure rippling through her snatch made her shake convulsively, her mouth forming a silent “O” and her eyes wet and glistening. She could feel the jerking cock buried deep in her bowels squirting load after load of thick semen, her sucking asshole filling with it and brimming over. Her trembling ass-cheeks damped together, she shuddered and groaned and squirmed until the shattering spasms of her climax finally passed.
With a hissing moan, Simon stuck his prick up her ass so far it wedged in tight, and then he too went limp.
“Jesus Christ!” Carla breathed. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again. When you get going, you just don’t quit.”
“Flab,” he laughed. “Who could ever quit with his dick in an asshole like yours? I feel like I came about six gallons.”
“I’ll say,” Carla giggled.
The lanky, blond-haired boy climbed off her, his sticky cock sliding out of her ass, and stood up. “I guess I better be going,” he said.
“SO soon?” the young housewife asked softly. “DO you really have to go?”
“Gee, I better…” he hedged. “My mother’ll kill me if I’m not home pretty quick. Besides, she might even figure out what we’re doing if I’m out too late.”
Carla, not to be deterred, rolled over on her back and spread her bare thighs. Her pussy glistened wetly, a pink slash of slick flesh surrounded by matted curly hair. The deep hole of it throbbed when she took her cunt-lips in her fingers and held them apart.
“Don’t you want to fuck my pussy?” she asked with lewd boldness, grinning impishly at him. “Don’t you remember how my cunt tightens up around your cock when I start coming? It gets so hot and wet.”
“Carla. I can’t,” Simon cut in. “I’m telling you, my mother would kill me if I stayed out much later.”
“Okay,” she finally agreed. “I don’t want to get you in trouble. But let’s at least take a quick shower together so you don’t go home smelling like my snatch.”
“Sure,” he nodded. “That’s a good idea, in fact.”
Carla thought so too as she led him to the bathroom, not one to give up so easily when another frenzied screwing was at stake.
“Let me get all this cum out of my asshole first!” she said, lifting the seat up from the toilet and then squatting over the bowl. With knees bent, she spread her ass-cheeks apart with her fingers and pushed in with her stomach. While Simon watched, fascinated, an erratic dribbling of sticky jism ran out of her asshole and dropped to the water below.
Carla knew she had his attention, and she said with an almost wicked smile, “Have you ever watched a girl pin before?”
Simon reddened slightly, and he stammered, “Well — uh — no, I never have.”
“DO you want to watch me pee?” she said, squatting lower on the toilet.
“Why?” he asked self-consciously, but his eyes were fixed on Carla’s wetly gaping cunt. “It seems so…”
“Just to watch, that’s why,” she giggled. “Close your eyes if you don’t want to, because I can’t hold it another second.”
And, with Simon staring, she let loose with the muscles holding her urine, and pissed for almost a solid minute. By the time she was finished, Simon had his face about two inches from her hairy pussy and was watching transfixed as the stream of liquid ran out of her.
“God, I really did have to piss, didn’t I?” she said. “Would you hand me some toilet paper, Simon?”
He unrolled a few squares of tissue, but instead of handing them to her proceeded to wipe her snatch himself. When he was through, he dropped them in the bowl, and Carla flushed the toilet.
“Now for a quick shower,” she laughed, turning on the water.
They climbed into the tub, Simon in front and Carla behind, and the first thing the girl did was to grab the soap and start washing Simon’s limp prick. She soaped his cock and balls all over, pulling at him with her hands, and then soaped the entire front of his body.
“You do me,” she smiled, handing him the soap. Simon took the lathered bar and started covering her with it, his hands sliding over her fiat stomach, her jutting tits, under her arms, over her smooth shoulders, down her ribcage, along her hips and then down her legs. He worked the soap in between her thighs, moving it up and soaping her swollen cunt and the part of the cheeks of her ass he could reach from the front.
Carla stood still while he washed her, her legs spread and her hips thrust slightly forward. His fingers sliding around at the junction of her soap slick thighs were making her tremble, and she shivered when the boy suddenly poked a finger up into her tight asshole.
“Just getting all the cum out,” be said with a laugh, his finger probing still deeper into her wet rectum. He slid it in and out, and then pulled it out entirely with a soft “plop”. Next he did the saint to her quivering pussy, slipping his eager fingers up into her heat and exploring gently.
“Your dick’s getting hard again!” Carla said exdtedly. “Look at it, for God’s sake. It’s standing right up.”
“It must not know I have to get borne,” he laughed, looking at himself.
“You know,” the pert housewife said slowly, “if you stand there like that, we could almost fuck standing up without me having to climb up on you. You’re just about the right height for it.”
Simon’s cock was too hard for him to turn down her offer. He put the soap dawn, and then the two of them came together, their arms going around one another and the head of his standing prick sliding easily into Carla’s hot pussy.
She spread her legs even wider, squatting down some and taking his throbbing cock the rest of the way into her cunt. It went in deep, his rigid meat pushing aside the wet interior flesh of her tight snatch and filling the space between.
Both of them were so slick with soap, they could barely hold on to each other, their hands roaming freely, fondling and squeezing. His thighs pressed warmly between hers, Simon slid his hands over her round tits, cupping them and watching as her soft flesh slid away from his fingers.
“Hold my ass so I don’t fall down,” Carla whispered. “And when I start coming, see how many fingers at a time you can stick up my asshole.”
He shook his head with a laugh. Running his hands down the gentle curve of her back, he took the cheeks of her ass in his hands and squeezed. His hips were already moving back and forth, and his stiff cock was sliding in and out of Carla’s slippery cunt.
Simon had his back to the shower, and the spray splashed over his shoulders and was soaking Carla’s hair. He kept shoving his prick as deep as possible in her hot pussy and pistoning it back out, his balls swinging back and forth and sometimes slapping up into the undersides of her rubbery ass-cheeks.
Her breathing getting quickly ragged, Carla stood with her legs spread and her arms wrapped around the young boy’s waist. Her bare tits jiggled up and down almost imperceptibly with the steady motion of their fucking, her distended nipples poking into his chest. She stood staring wide-eyed at the tiled wall behind him, her expression intent, her full lower lip held between her teeth, and a film of sweat forming on her forehead.
His cock throbbing within the confines of Carla’s tight pussy, Simon dug his fingers into the slick flesh of her firm ass. He pulled her tighter to him, holding her crotch against him so that her thighs were spread as wide as possible.
She leaned against him, her knees bending outward and her hot cunt pushing forward to take his pistoning meat still deeper. Soon she had her chin resting over his shoulder and her cheek pressed to his, her legs quaking so badly they were ready to buckle. With a small gasping moan, she began pumping her hips back and forth, grinding her crotch into his and making him tremble with the feel of he wet pussy-lips sucking at the base of his cock.
Carla’s long black hair hung wetly down her back, every strand of it soaked to the roots. Moaning almost directly into the lanky boy’s car, she murmured to him, “I love having your cock in my pussy. I just love it. It’s going so far in! OHHHH!”
And then Simon slid one finger into her twitching asshole, poking it up into her ass and wriggling it around. Carla sucked in her breath, her legs shaking so badly she thought she’d fall, and hugged him around the waist even tighter.
“Your finger feels so good in my asshole,” she whimpered. “See how many you can jam in me. Go ahead.”
Simon’s finger was soon joined by two more, his fingertips pressed together and stabbing into Carla’s hot rectum. He crammed them in still deeper, stretching her rubbery asshole open with his knuckles. He fingered her ass just as quickly as be fucked her cunt, her motion getting steadily jerkier and more erratic.
Her eyes mere slits, Carla squirmed against his body, rubbing her swollen nipples into his chest and clamping her trembling thighs to the outsides of his. His pink snatch gaped open wetly, her clit tingling like crazy and her slick juices running out of her cunt-hole.
Simon rammed his meat still harder up her cunt, shoving it up her and filling her with quivering hardness, his fingers all the while working frenziedly in her asshole.
The young housewife’s tits heaved with her heavy breathing and jerking movements, her ass wriggling back and forth as she got nearer to getting her nuts off. She could feel her pussy and asshole tightening closed around Simon’s prick and fingers, and she knew it was only a matter of moments before she would be crying out with pleasure.
“Fuck me faster!” she breathed. “Shove your prick deeper, shove it as deep as it’ll go! OHHH GOD!” She clutched at his back, her nails digging in. “Keep fingering my asshole! Don’t stop! OHHH! I’m almost there! I’m going to come! I can feel it starting! OHHHH GOD! OHHHH! Squeeze my ass! Squeeze it tight! Hold me tighter! Fuck me, keep fucking the hell out of my snatch! OHHH!”
She straightened, her heels raising until she was almost on tiptoe and the sleek muscles in her quaking thighs and ass straining. The spasms racing through her quivering cunt made her groan and close her eyes tight, her climax shuddering into the very depths of her cock-filled snatch.
Simon’s prick throbbed wildly and then started squirting a stream of hot jism into Carla’s tightening cunt. He jabbed his spurting cock even deeper into her snatch, his fingers at the same time stabbing frantically into her asshole.
He shot his cum into her pussy while she stood there with her legs spread wide and groaned her head off. His cock finally jerked spasmodically and then was drained, a last dribble of semen spurting from the end before it quit.
Carla and Simon stood hugging each other for a moment, their breathing harsh and their bodies drenched with a mixture of water and sweat.
“Now, wasn’t that worth sticking around for?” Carla finally giggled, holding him tight. “Wasn’t it?”
“It seems so now,” he laughed. “Of course, I may change my mind about it when I get home and all the yelling and hitting is going on.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it,” she smiled. “I’m sure you could handle just about anything.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Simon headed for home, Carla got right on the phone again and called George Grayson. He picked the phone up on the second ring.
“George?” she said quickly. “This is Carla. Are you alone?”
“Carla, for Christ’s sake!” George said angrily. “It so happens I am alone, but what if Jill had been borne? My God, do you realize what a mess it would cause if she ever found out what we were doing? I’m crazy about you, but never, never call me at the house like this. Jill has to be the most jealous wife in the world, believe me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Carla said slowly. “It was just that I figured she’d be out somewhere and you’d be home alone. Where is she, anyway?”
“They’re having some kind of benefit at the Golden Age Retirement Home downtown, and of course Jill’s on some committee or other. She won’t be home until after midnight.”
“Well, that’s great,” Carla giggled softly. “Steven’s working late tonight as usual. Why don’t we find a motel somewhere? I can pay for it.”
“I feel like a Goddamn gigolo,” he said, more out of pride than anger. “I’ll tell you what; I’ll bring a bottle along. That way, at least I’ll be paying for something.”
“Sure,” Carla laughed. “Does the Gateway Motel sound all right to you?”
“Great,” he said. “I’ll meet you there in half an hour.”
Carla hung up the phone and ran to get dressed.
“What’s in the shopping bag?” was the first thing George asked when they were in the motel room with the door closed. He was wearing the same clothes he had on earlier in the day, and he carried a bottle of cheap Scotch wrapped in a paper bag. “What’s in the shopping bag?” he asked again.
“It’s a surprise,” Carla giggled, heading straight for the bathroom. “Go ahead and pour me a drink and get undressed, and you’ll see what I’m up to soon enough.” And then she disappeared into the bathroom.
“What are you doing in there, building a boat?” George called out to her ten minutes later. He was sitting naked on the bed, his cock standing hard and ready in anticipation of what was to come. On the small nightstand stood two glasses filled to the brim with amber liquid. “I’m going to start jacking off in another minute, Carla,” he added, impatient to begin.
When she finally appeared it was immediately obvious she was worth waiting for. She wore the sheerest of negligees, a filmy white handful of silk with peck-a-boo openings that let her bare tits poke out. The dark curly hair that covered her pussy was clearly visible through the almost transparent material, and she moved with a fluid animal grace that was sexy beyond words. Her long black hair was loose and spilled over her smooth shoulders to just the tips of her ripe nipples, the effect tantalizing.
She was on the bed and pulling George down to her before be noticed that she had several nylon stockings in her hand.
“Wbat’re you going to do with those?” he asked, his arms sliding under the silk nightie and around her bare middle.
“I’m not going to do anything with them,” she breathed. “You are. You’re going to tie me down to the bed with them and then do anything you want to do to me. For tonight, I’m yours to do with as you please.”
His eyes lit right up at that, the thought obviously exciting to him. “Anything?”
“Anything,” she said, smiling.
He bounded up off the bed and took the stockings from her. Doing the obvious first, he tied her hands to the top bedposts and her slender ankles to the bottom posts. When Carla was securely fastened, he crawled up on top of her with a nervous laugh and got on his hands and knees over her face.
“Suck my cock first,” he said, thrusting with his hips so the warm bead of his dangling prick grazed her waiting lips. “Suck it, and swallow my cum when I shoot my wad.”
The young housewife giggled, her mouth opening and her tongue darting out eagerly. She licked with just her moist tonguetip at the swollen bead of George’s stiff cock, craning her neck as she tried to take his meat between her lips.
He pulled his hips buck a bit and teased her, his prick jerking out of range of her lips and tongue. Then he moved his hips around with a circular motion, watching as Carla’s mouth chased his cock in an effort to suck it.
From where Carla was tied down to the bed she could see his hairy balls swinging around, and she would have liked to have sucked them almost as much as his rigid cock. Finally George lowered himself enough so that Carla’s mouth closed around the bulbous tip of his prick, and he groaned when she started blowing him.
“Suck it!” he said quietly. “Take it as deep your throat as you can. Suck my prick until I’m filling your mouth with cum!”
The dark-haired girl needed no encouragement. With her tongue lapping feverishly at him, she sucked his prick as hard as possible. She wanted to jack him off too, to hurry him along so that he’d be getting his nuts off in her throat very quickly, but the stockings around her wrists held her securely.
She bobbed her pretty head up and down from the bed, swallowing as much of his prick as she could take while her tongue darted wetly at the head of it.
George’s wiry frame straddled her face, his hips pumping as he pushed his prick deeper and deeper into her throat. He dropped down so that his head was resting in the crook of one elbow, his knees sliding back slightly on the bed as he tried to get more comfortable. With his free hand, he trailed lightly down along the curve of her body and then pulled the hem of Carla’s sheer negligee up above her bare waist.
Her small feet tied to the bedposts so that her thighs were spread so wide they ached, she raised her hips awkwardly to give him a better look at her crotch. The mat of black curly hair covering Carla’s quivering pussy was sopping wet with her warm juices, her slippery cunt-lips gaping open and trembling faintly.
George cupped her entire crotch for a moment with a sweaty hand, squeezing it until her oily lubrication oozed through his fingers, and then he probed with a lone fingertip up into the tight passageway of her pink cunt.
She moved her hips up and down, wanting to take his finger as deep as she could in her snatch, her bare thighs spread still wider as she pumped her round little ass.
“What a hot pussy you have, my dear,” George said, swallowing hard. “It’s wet enough to slide somebody’s whole leg up it.”
Carla could only nod her head with a muffled laugh, her mouth so filled with the man’s hard cock she couldn’t talk around it. She kept sucking his prick with all her might and bobbing her head up and down, her breath coming harshly and getting even quicker.
She could feel his prick throbbing as she sucked him off, could see the fleshy pouch his balls hung in contracting as he got closer to shooting his wad.
With all his fingers at once, George started massaging and poking into Carla’s cunt with wild abandon. He pushed three fingers deep in her pulsating snatch and pressed on her trembling pink clit with his thumb, his little finger spearing up into her tight asshole.
He was shaking all over from the blow job Carla gave him so enthusiastically, his body beginning to jerk and strain while, she coaxed and teased his cock into squirting his jism don her throat.
“God, you really know how to sack a guy’s joint,” he breathed. “It feels like you’re taking it right down your throat. Suck it even harder, suck my cock harder!”
His fingers worked all the way up into Carla’s dripping cunt, wedging in and pressing into the pink hole. With the flat of his thumb still squeezing her clit, he started fingerfucking her, jerking his fingers in and out until the girl was shiny with sweat and squirming her ass around.
Carla kept trying to gulp down the full length of his stiff prick, sucking it, mouthing it, licking it, doing everything she could to get him to come. She even nibbled lightly with her teeth at the fleshy crown of his meat, her lips stretched tight around his cock-shaft and sucking furiously.
George’s feverishly moving fingers were scttingt her crotch on fire with passion his fingertips jabbing up into her slick heat and making her moan.
Still eagerly fingering Carla’s throbbing pussy, George suddenly gasped, and then his pearly-white cum poured into her mouth and filled it to overflowing. He strained with his hips, forcing his shooting cock almost down her throat, and his jism spurted again and again.
George’s hand clutched so wildly at Carla’s cunt that she climaxed almost immediately, her bare ass jerking off the bed and her thighs quaking. She moaned and writhed, the whole while swallowing his sticky cum and trying to gasp for breath at the same time.
He fingered and squeezed her pussy until all her muscles finally went slack and she sagged back into the bed. His cock at last empty, he pulled it out of her mouth and lay down with his head on her arm.
Carla lay there, covered with sweat and trembling, her cheeks spotted with gobs of his thick semen. She swallowed loudly several times and then took a deep breath to steady herself.
“Jesus Christ!” George panted wearily. “I thought you were going to just about bite my prick off when you started coming. Your mouth tightened up on it so much I don’t think I could have yanked it out if I’d wanted to. God, what a great blow job.”