Carole lay in the bed, feeling the springs shiver slightly every time her husband snored. The tremors made her uncomfortable and built up the extreme guilt she was feeling. The fucking with Larry that afternoon had been different and she still hadn't gotten off on it.
Larry had. He had fucked her like a dog and had
gotten his rocks off and felt happy. He simply assumed that because he had enjoyed it, so had she. It wasn't like that at all. If anything, Carole felt worse about the little session than she would have if he'd fucked her in the missionary position and she hadn't gotten off.
She had almost forced him to screw her with the windows open wide, in the middle of the afternoon and in a position they weren't used to using. All that she had made him do against his will and she hadn't been any better off for it.
Carole tossed and turned, the bed seeming like a prison to her. She felt across the trim bulge of her belly and prodded lower. The top edge of her pussy fur stroked across her fingertips. She pressed down hard into the pubic bone. She groaned and thrashed around a little more on the bed. Suddenly afraid of waking Larry, the woman got out of bed and went into the bathroom.
With the lights out, she closed the door and sat on the toilet lid, her fingers drifting lower and lower until she found the puffy cunt lips. They were tensed and unfulfilled. The turgid flaps of. blood-engorged flesh quivered at her lightest touch. She pressed down harder, and felt the cunt oils begin to sluggishly flow.
Guilt hit her like a hammer in the head. She shouldn't be doing this. This was as unfaithful to her husband as going to the PTA meeting and allowing Michael to eat her pussy and then fuck her with. the pornographic movies flashing
obscenely on the wall of the projection booth. Michael!
The name seared across her brain and had her shuddering in wild desire in less than a minute. Her finger flew back and forth across her now slippery cunt lips. She stroked and caressed and sent heavier and more insistent demands into her cunt. The tiny pussy convulsed and begged for cock, hard, throbbingly alive, virile cock.
She couldn't deliver.
Her finger sought the tiny opening of her cunt. She plunged it in, a pale imitation of a real prick. She finger fucked herself as she sat on the john, her thoughts turning from Michael to her husband. Larry wasn't a bad sort. He brought home his paycheck and didn't fuck around on her. He seldom left the house when he got home from work.
Why did she want to cheat on him?
The answer was at her fingertip. She wasn't getting the kind of hard loving she needed. His fucking wasn't very good and she felt so damned uptight all the time. If he could only get her off, then it would be all great between them. But he wasn't. His fucking was more of the "Wham, barn, thank you, ma'am type than anything else.
And he had even stopped saying, "Thank you, ma'am" to her after they'd screwed. The ritual had been established and she had silently allowed it to continue until she wasn't able to break out of the sexual rat.
A rut: a grave with both ends knocked out.
She felt she might as well have been dead. She wasn't much of a woman, having to fake orgasm with her husband to keep him happy. Sure, Larry was as happy as a hog with a new trough of swill. She was the one suffering in silence. The desires tormenting her were driving her mad.
Her Thoughts came back to Michael. Why her son's science teacher had taken such a fancy to her she couldn't say. But he had. She couldn't deny that he had made just the right play for her at the PTA meeting.
If he had tried any other approach, she would have coldly turned him down as being rude and decidedly crude. But the fondling of her ankle, her knee, the stroking up her leg, all had tormented her and released the flood of desire that she had been building up inside. By the time he got around to stuffing his face into her cunt and lapping, up all her love juices, she. had been lost to him completely.
The fucking in the projection booth was almost icing on the cake for her. He could have said or done anything; again, he knew exactly what her needs were. The movie loosened her inhibitions and mad amp; her so damned horny she would -have fucked the doorknob.
His prick had been hotter, better shaped and a lot handier.
She sobbed fiercely as her fingers drove against the slippery walls of her pussy. This wasn't cock
inside her tight little cunt, but it was better than lying in bed and moaning softly about how sexually deprived she was. She finger fucked herself until she had a small orgasm. It gripped her and turned her loose almost at once.
It should have satisfied her enough to go back to bed and crawl. in with her husband. It always had in the past. Now, if anything, it fed her carnal desires and made her feel like she was going out of her mind.
"No," she said to herself. "I can't do this awful thing to Larry. He's my husband. And Buddy. My son. I've got to consider both of them" But she still got up off the john and went into the living room. In the darkness, she sat down and picked up the telephone. It was almost two in the morning, but her needs dictated her actions. She rapidly dialed the number.
It rang six or seven times before a tired voice mumbled, "Lo? Whatsit you want?"
'Michael!" she said, her voice quivering with tenor. He might turn her down. He might. deny there had been anything but a brief fucking between them this afternoon. He might not even recognize her!
"Who?" he said again, less asleep and more awake now. "Is that you, Carole? What are you calling me for at this hour of the night?"
A horrible thought hit her. She stuttered, "I-is there anyone w-with you? Another woman?"
"Hell, no. I wish there was. What is this?"
"Do you want me to come over?"
A long pause, then, "Only if you want to join me.
"Yes, Michael, yes! I do. I need you so!".
"Christ," he said, hanging up on her.
She hadn't bothered to dress. She pulled the thin housecoat more firmly around her trim flanks and rang the doorbell. Michael's apartment complex was deserted and lonely. She wondered if this was supposed to be one of the swinging singles places. If so, there weren't the wild all night parties going on she had always heard about.
At least, there wasn't one going until she got into his apartment and his bed.
The door opened. The man hadn't dressed. He had a bath towel bunched up in front of his crotch. Cajole shot through the door and wrapped her arms around the teachers neck. She almost bowled him over with her fervent attack on him. The man dropped his towel and stood stark naked in. front of her,
And this was exactly what she needed. She shucked off her useless robe and, bare-ass naked herself now, dropped to her knees and grabbed his. prick. She pulled it to her mouth and stuffed it in, sucking loudly.
"God, Carole, this is… nice! But why?"
She nursed hungrily on the end of his prick. The
limp organ sprang erect under her educated mouth and she tongued all over the purple knob. His glans turned a bright purple as it glistened with her spit. The man opened his stance a little to keep his balance.
She managed to say, around the thick plug of cock in her mouth, "I need you so much! Words can't begin to tell you what I want from you. But actions can tell you!" She went back to sucking on his prick. The man's hips started making tiny thrusting motions, taking control from his mind.
He reached down and stroked across her auburn hair. "That's great, Carole, but not here. L-let's go to the sofa where I can sit down."
Her mouth never left the tan's cock. She started kissing down the side of the shaft, her teeth lightly nipping at his flesh. The angry red welts filled with more and more blood. His cock pounded stiff as a fireplace poker. She opened her mouth and sucked in his loose bag of balls.
Her tongue flashed out and pressed into the side of that hairy little sac. She could feel the balls lurching around in the lead-heavy stew of his trapped jism. She toyed with his balls until the scrotum tightened into a hard little sphere dangling under the bucking cock. Then she moved back to the side of his cock and laved it with her rough, demanding tongue.
"God, Carole, this is so unexpected. When you called, I thought it was a joke or something."
"I need you, Michael. That's no joke. Believe me
when I say it's the absolute truth!"
The way her mouth sucked and manipulated his cock and balls, he believed the woman. The demanding mouth continued to work up his prick until it came to the end of his cock. There, she strove mightily to get her tongue down into his piss-slit. They both knew that wasn't possible but simply trying pushed both their burgeoning passions to the breaking point.
"Ummmm, your cock tastes so damned good!" she moaned around the thick plug in her mouth. "I can't get enough of it!"
The man guessed there was more than simple hominess involved in the woman's late night trip to see him. What they had done that afternoon had been fun and he knew he had pushed all the right buttons with her to get little nookie, but he hadn't expected to get anything else from her.
Yet here she was offering her body to him. Whatever he wanted to do, she would go along with it. He felt the vibes and knew that no matter how base or depraved his desires, she would submit to them. The feeling of power he had over her rose to dizzying heights.
Anything he wanted to do!
Yet, he couldn't, Not to Carole. The woman was too vulnerable. She was breakable. He could do anything but he mustn't unless he wanted to really hurt her. Still, a little sucking and fucking wasn't out of line, not at all!
"Your body drives me wild!" he told' her,
gasping for breath as her mouth worked avidly on his cock.
He sank down and she followed him. Her mouth never left his cock or balls. The agile tongue touched all the right spots to get him really hard and feathery caresses on his body pushed his passion to the point where he knew he was going to fuck her soon or end up with a case of blue balls.
He ended up on his back on the rug in the living room. She crouched down and continued eating his prick with wild gobbling noises. She sucked hard and he saw the woman's cheeks go hollow under the strain. He knew what was happening even without seeing her. He could feel her mouth trying to pull his guts out the tip of his prick.
"Move your sweet ass over in my direction," he commanded. "While you're eating my cock, I want to eat your cunt!"
The woman sucked especially hard on the end of his fuck stick when he said that. Deep down, the man knew then what this woman's desires were. She wasn't getting enough. Even though she was married, her old man must have missed the boat somewhere. He, an almost complete stranger, was giving her more good loving than she was getting at home.
He parted her legs and guided her so that she straddled his head. With a firmly succulent thigh on either side of his head, he craned his neck a little and buried his face into her snatch. The
warm, musty odor of an aroused woman hit his nostrils and sent them flaring. This was living!
His tongue shot out and dragged roughly along her cunt lips. The woman's entire body shivered in response to that light touch. He redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking up all her leaking cunt oils. She was slowly sinking down to shove her pussy firmly into his face. The man realized her desires were at a breaking point. She was firmly drawn to a fine sexual tension and the lightest of touches on his part would send her soaring in orgasm.
Working his way forward along the puffy cunt lips, he parted them and dug around, looking for her cunt. The pea-sized organ of delight had begun to slip from its sheath of protective flesh and peer wound, trying to get into the hot and heavy action.
The man didn't hesitate. He started stroking around the base of the slippery cut with his tongue. This produced an earthquake in the woman's body.
She momentarily abandoned his cock to cry put, "That's it, darling, that's what I want so badly! He… he doesn't even touch my cunt. But you do! You can get me off! Tongue fuck me, but make sure you're stroking my cunt when you do!"
The words were hardly coherent, but Michael made some sense out of them. So her old man ignored her cut and just plugged her pussy. That figured. Ignorant bastard. Michael would show her
how a real man made love. He enjoyed the feeling of power over her. He could make her jump through hoops and all because he had his tongue pressed firmly into her go-button. That cut quivered and throbbed with life under his tongue.
He flicked the slick little pillar of erectile tissue back and forth until the woman was gasping like a fish out of water. He continued to toy with her cit until his jaw muscles began to tire. Then he changed his tactics. He sucked the little spire between his lips.
She moaned softly and collapsed onto his firmly muscled belly.
he teased it with his tongue. Sucking harder, he pulled more of her snatch into his mouth. He played with her, stringing her out until he thought she would explode, then backing off just a little bit. He did this over and over until he was positive she could not take another single feathery touch.
Then he allowed his tongue to go crazy. It flew back and forth boxing with the little clit. He pounded and pummeled it until his jaws were about ready to crack.
She came. She came so hard her entire body turned as stiff as a board. Her muscles locked in the pleasant rictus of climax and then shook. She moaned and cried and shoved her pussy down into his face. He kept his tongue working all over her cunt, stroking and pressing it down into the flaps of her cunt lips, then sucking it back out to torture it with his lips and tongue again.
She came and came and came. She blasted off.. like a rocket launched from Cape Canaveral. She soared. She shuddered. She enjoyed the first real come she'd had in years.
And then she was begging, "More, give me more of your mouth! Tongue fuck me as hard as you can!"
He leaned back and reached up to pull at her asscheeks. He kneaded the firm. flesh of. her buttocks as well as guiding her snatch down to his face. He managed to get a mouthful of pussy. His tongue followed one of the 'blue-tinged, blood engorged cunt lips back to her pussy hole. His tongue shot out, cock-hard, and buried itself to the roots in her cunt.
Feeling the velvety walls of her pussy surrounding his tongue, the man began slithering around in her guts. The cunt walls were cloying. He tasted the wondrous Woman-wine of her love juices and felt the velvety soft walls crush down arrogantly into his tongue.
His tongue wasn't that thick and still he felt he tongue fucked into a small passage.. This amazed him. He could hardly believe this was the same cunt he had fucked with his cock earlier in the day. So small! And so damped hot! Why. hadn't she burned his cock down to a charred nubbin?
"Good," she moaned like a small, trapped animal, "it's so damned good! I don't deserve this! It's too good for me!"
He managed to say, around the thick furry
mound of her pussy, "Too good for you? Bull shit! You deserve the best! You're a hot-blooded woman. You need a really virile man to service you!"
To prove his contention, he began tongue fucking her. His pink tongue shot out and buried itself far up into her seething cunt. The man repeated this as fast as he could. The feel of her hot, clutching cunt all around his tongue made his prick buck and pulse with renewed need. But he wasn't going to pull his mouth away from the taste treat of her cunt to tell the woman to suck on his cock.
He loved the taste of an aroused woman. The flowing juices were tastier than any wine he had ever sampled. And the heat and tightness of her flick tunnel turned him on in a big way.
This communicated to the sex-starved woman. Her entire body tensed and she almost came as his tongue whirled around inside her cunt like a berserk tornado. But it was the combination of his
tongue in her pussy and the man's finger digging into her asshole that set her off. He finger fucked her ass as he tongue fucked her cunt…
She came. The intensity of the orgasm racked her up but good. She gasped for breath and clutched wildly at the man's body. She came again and again until she was completely drained.
And then he insisted on fucking her. She surprised herself. She got off seven more times before the sweet rush of his jizz filled her cunt to overflowing.