Quote sat and thought the rest of the afternoon about what she and Michael had done. Adultery. That was the legal word for it. She knew, from her religious training, that it was also a mortal sin. But she didn't feel any guilt. There was no sense of having violated a law.
She felt good, damned good.
She leaned back on the sofa and idly rubbed her well-fucked snatch. It had been a long, long time since she'd felt this good after a fucking. The warm glow refused to go away. Her insides were still trembling a little from the force of the fucking, the furious attention of his cock to her pussy. She had needed something like this to prove to herself that she wasn't turning into a frigid wife.
Carole remembered how she had responded to Michael's cock, the fucking, the movie he'd shown her. She smiled a little thinking of that hot movie. The very idea showing something like that in a public school!
But it was kinky enough to appeal to her. She had been in a sexual rut for far too long. Michael had lifted her out of that rut. He had shown her new ways of doing the old things. When he'd eaten her out in plain view of everyone in the auditorium, she had been terrified and shocked.
And turned on.
When he began showing the dirty movie upstairs in the projection room, she had been intrigued enough to sit on his lap. And feel his hands moving with sureness across her tits, down to her snatch, onto her cit. She sighed deeply remembering the thrill she had gotten when his prick penetrated her for the first time.
Being able to regulate the pace of the fucking had gotten her off more times than ever before in the past. Carole hadn't even known she was capable of having so many orgasms.
Heaven alone knew she'd gotten off more times this afternoon than she had in the past ten years.
And Michael had kept her panties. A reminder of a fantastic afternoon, he'd said. She had felt sinfully sexy going out to her car and getting in, knowing that a breeze might whip her skirt up and reveal her naked secret to the entire world. And all the way home, she had slid back and forth across the vinyl seat rubbing her naked ass into it. The very idea had made her wet in the crotch again.
He turned her on, her son's science teacher turned her into a real woman after years of sexual slavery. She hated herself for being unfaithful to Larry, but she couldn't deny herself the pleasures she had received. They had set her free of guilt about her own needs, at least for a while.
"Honey, I'm home!" called Larry.
"You're; early. Buddy's not even home from school yet," she answered, not bothering to get up and give her husband a kiss. That was part of a ritual she had participated in for fourteen years. Break out of it. After all, she had broken free of it in a big way earlier that clay.
"Yeah, he said he was trying out for the football team. I think he's too young to make it, but it gives the kid a chance to get out and see how the big kids play. How was the PTA meeting?"
"Different, very different." She sighed, remembering the feel of Michael's hand moving up the inside of her thigh and pressing into her snatch.' She almost came just from the memory of his
fingers poking far up into her pussy.
"Glad to see you getting out, too."
"Larry?" she called, suddenly sure of what she must do. "We're all alone now."
"So?" He came into the living room, a can of beer in his hand.
"We can fuck. Buddy's not going to interrupt us"
"Fuck? In the middle of the day? What's got into you, woman?"
She moved across the room with liquid grace she didn't know she had. She was inspired by what had happened to her that afternoon. Reassured of her beauty and sexuality, she wanted even mote. Her confidence soared as she dropped down at her husband's feet and began running her hands along the man's legs.
"You're really hot today, aren't you?"
"I've missed you." Her hands worked up to his crotch. She squeezed playfully on his balls, hidden under the thickness of his trousers. She massaged the lump until she felt a response. Then she looked up at him and licked her lips, a slow sensuous motion that revealed only the tip of her pink tongue against her ruby lips.
"Shit, you are hot!"
"Yes!" she hissed. "Let's do it. Right now. Here!"
"In the living room? No, let's go into the bedroom. We can pull the curtains and…"
"Here. Now. On the floor! I want you to fuck
me right here!"
"At least let me close the drapes."
"Bullshit! NO! NOW!"
"Wow, something's got into you, honey." He set his can of beer down and slipped to the floor to join his wife. "Anything you want."
He tried to press her back flat on the floor. He wanted her on her back so that he could crawl between her legs and fuck her in the missionary position. After the excitement she'd had this afternoon, she wasn't about to let him do any such thing. She wanted something new and different.
"Undress me," she commanded.
"What?"
"Strip the clothes off me. Slowly. No," she corrected, "I'll do a striptease for you. Would you like that?"
She didn't allow him to answer. She flowed to her feet and lithely danced away. She went to the stereo and put on a sexy, provocative tune she had been listening to right after she had gotten back from the PTA meeting and Michael. The soft strains picked up in tempo and soon crashed and boomed with gutsy bass notes.
She writhed sensuously. Her hips did a good imitation of a bump and grind. The expression on Larry's face was precious. She wished she could have had a picture of it. Surprise, even shock. If he thought this was shocking, she'd really show him a thing or two!
As the beat of the music got to her, she became
a stripper, not merely a bored housewife wanting to play the role for a moments excitement. She pulled off her blouse, undoing one button at a time. When the tails of her blouse were out, she held them in each hand, then spun around and slowly pulled the blouse down so that her back was exposed.
"God, Carole, what are you doing?" Larry complained. But she kept on. He would get hotter as she stripped for him. The music worked a primitive need in her, a need to expose her entire body.
Her bra came off easily. But she didn't simply discard it. She held her arms out invitingly to Larry and let the bra slip down the slopes of her arms. Her tits slowly revealed themselves to the man. The sight of his eyes snapping to her boobs assured her that he wasn't as outraged about this as he pretended to be.
He was getting turned on.
She cupped her tits and bounced them around in time with the music. The tiny red nipples sprang erect and pointed like accusing fingers. She laughed and danced away as Larry grabbed for her. A stripper was used to things like that!
She wiggled sinuously as her skirt went over the flare of her rump. The naked white flesh appeared. The crack of her ass widened a little as she bent forward and looked around at the man. He was sitting, his prick out and in his hand. He was slowly beating off.
"Save some for me," she said.
"God, honey, this is too much!"
"It's not enough. Not yet. The best is yet to come.!"
She continued puffing the skirt from her hips. Her naked ass gleamed snowy white in the bright sunshine coming in through theft picture window. For a fleeting second, she wondered if the neighbors might be spying, on them. She hoped so. It would give them a real thrill.
She kicked free of her skirt and stood totally naked, her back to the man.
"Slit, you weren't wearing any panties!"
"Just for you," she lied. She bent forward and peered at him through her legs. She didn't fail to notice the tiny droplets of love juice dotting her auburn bush. She had gotten hot during the striptease just as she hoped her husband had. The sight of him beating his own meat told her that he was hot enough to do anything she wanted.
"Fuck me like a bitch in heat," she said. She shuddered, remembering that scene from the movie she'd viewed that afternoon. The blonde actress in the movie had gotten off on it in a big way. Carole figured she could, too. The thought of. a man fucking her like an animal was both disgusting and intensely arousing,.
"What? I
She didn't give the man any time to think about
it. She dropped to hands and knees and came over to him. The odor from her pussy was almost
overpowering. She was aroused and wanted cock, lots of cock. And she wanted it ripping through her cunt from behind. She wanted to feel her ass rubbing up against her lover's thighs. Nothing less would do.
She turned and presented her white ass for his attention. She knew he could see her cunt lips opening and closing. She worked her pussy muscles as hard as she could in wanton invitation to his prick. The woman wanted nothing else but to feel the same things she had earlier that day.
She wanted to come.
"Shit," was all he said before dropping his pants and sidling up behind her. His prick shot way forward, pressing between the meaty slabs of her asscheeks and driving toward her cunt lips. He missed the first time he thrust forward. His prick skittered along her gash. The liquid flood of her fuck oils had lubricated the entire area around the woman's snatch.
She gasped as she felt his prick part her cunt lips and duel erotically with her tiny cunt. The feeling of a huge prick rubbing into her erect little spire of pleasure was almost more than she could bear. She had to fight to keep from coming. She wanted to store up all the great feelings and then get off in a big way. Nothing less would satisfy her. She had tasted paradise that afternoon and wanted more.
"Missed," he said, pulling back. "But wait. Shit, I'm not used to fucking like this."
She could tell. But she waggled her ass in the air
in wanton invitation for him to mount her and fuck the living hell out of her cunt. She shuddered a bit more as his cock pulled along her puffy, rigid-with-lust labia. Then he found her mint hole.
He poised at the mouth of the deep well of desire for a moment, then plunged in. They both gasped as his cock sheathed itself in the hotly clinging, passionately damp interior of her cunt.
"Now fuck!" she cried. "Fuck the shit out of my cunt! Give me all you can! I want it nooooooow!"
Her ass shot backwards in an attempt to stuff his prick even deeper into her pussy. She felt the thick cock surge an inch farther into her belly, then stop. She tensed her muscles around his hidden pillar of cock. This was the life!
She could feel the purpled hood of his glans so far up in her cunt that it almost touched her cervix. He wasn't as well hung as Michael, but this position gave a deeper penetration than the goddamn missionary position. She tensed her cunt walls a little more and felt the big blue vein on the top of his cock pulse and throb with desire, desire for her.
Moving her butt in a circular motion gave her a thrill unlike any she had ever felt before. His cock stirred around inside her like a spoon in a mixing bowl. She felt new nerves blast out messages of carnal desire. She had to have more!
"Fuck me," she pleaded. "I need it!"
Panting, the man slowly pulled from her clinging
berth. The lewd sucking noise told of how tight it had been between her cunt walls and his virile cock. Her cunt oils lubricated the withdrawal but it still felt as if he were sucking her guts along with his cock. He pulled out until only the glans of his pecker remained inside her parted cunt lips.
"Okay, honey, you wanted it and here it comes. Just like a freight train out of control!"
The impact knocked her forward. His cock seared all the way up into her cunt. His balls wetly splatted against her cunt lips and made her all quivery inside. She felt weak and watery inside from the force of his fucking. Never had she gotten this rubbery so soon when they'd fucked. He was going to get her off, she knew it.
He pulled back and then hammered into her cunt again. She tried to make it worth the trip for him. She tensed and relaxed her pussy muscles in such a way that ripples of cunt wall caressed his deeply buried cock.
"Christ," he moaned, "it feels like a hand in a velvet glove is gripping my dork. How do you do that? Never felt that before!"
'Fuck, you goddamn son of a bitch," she cried. "Don't talk, fuck! I need your cock all the way up in me. Tear me apart to the chin with your fucking!"
"Shit," was all the answer she got.
He pulled back and then shot all the way up into her pussy again. She felt so weak in the arms that she couldn't keep her body level with the floor any
longer. She collapsed, resting her head on crossed arms. This elevated her ass even more and allowed the man even deeper penetration.
She began slamming her ass back to meet his every forward thrust. She felt the sexual tensions building up inside her, like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. He still didn't have the proper rhythm to get her oft but he would. She knew this time it would be different from all the other times they had fucked like rabbits.
She groaned softly as his prick moved in a tiny circular motion, as if trying to ream her out and make her cunt even larger. She loved the feeling of his cock corkscrewing into her tight, juicy twat. The woman reached back between her legs and grabbed the man's balls.
"Hey!" he yelped. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I want more. And this way I can get it!"
She felt his balls collapse into a hard little sphere. Inside the hairy bag his balls tumbled and lurched in wild desire. The thick stew of his jism was coming to a boil. She let loose of' the sac so that he wouldn't get his rocks off too soon, He still had a lot of fucking to do to make her go the
She moved her hands to her cut. She could stroke up the side of the pea-sized little organ and send deliciously sinful shudders of delight into her belly. Each time she lightly flicked the tip of her dit, her pussy tightened a bit more around the
thick plug of cock inside.
"Wanna fuck you all the way to your tonsils," the man said, his voice getting husky with the fucking.
"Do it, do it!"
He fucked her faster. She moved her fingers back so that she could press into her own cunt lips. His cock shot between her fingers, and then surged far up into her cunt. She was able to press hard into her cunt lips and make it seem as if her twat was even tighter than before.
The man noticed instantly. He grunted and said, "Oh, oh sweet Jesus, this is it!"
And Carole felt the sudden surge of his come into her cunt. She didn't want it this soon. She was being robbed! He had gotten off too soon!
She felt the liquid heat of his jism filling her pussy as he continued to fuck the best he could. Then his prick melted like an icicle in the sun and dribbled from her pussy.
The unfulfilled need in her loins burned brightly, taunting her, telling her she would just have to suffer.
She almost cried with unfulfilled desires, necessary drives. She fell forward, a thin trickle of his jizz coming from her pussy. She rubbed her legs together to try and quell some of the burning need she felt. It didn't work. If anything, it only increased her hominess.
"Fuck me," she moaned weakly, fuck me some more. I'm burning up inside and I need more
prick!"
"Huh?" Larry said, not sure what to say. "I just got off What do you want from me? You're doing great, honey. I bet you enjoyed it as much as I did."
"Damn you, I'm still as randy as can be! Eat my pussy! Get me off! I need it so muuuuuuch!"
She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs so that he could get in to her pussy. The man simply sat there on the floor staring at her and her naked twat.
"You gotta be out of your mind. Your pussy's filled with jizz. I'm not licking you with your cunt filled with that. Go douche and maybe that'll get
you clean."
Carole closed her legs and went into. the bathroom. She turned on the shower and got herself off with the flow of water across her cit. But even this wasn't as good as it had been before. She had sampled a real man's prick and had gotten off on it. No amount of masturbation could match that thrill.
She'd have to go and find Michael and beg him for more of his prick. That was the only solution to her dilemma.