Carole went to bed early, her pussy and asshole and even her mouth aching from the strain of taking so much cock. She rubbed her pert bottom as she slid in between the cool sheets. She would never have thought butt fucking could be so stimulating. It did leave her aching and even hurting at times, but while she was doing it, there
wasn't anything in the world to compare with it. Unless it was sucking cock.
She rubbed her lips as she thought of taking Michael's prick twice in one evening. His come was so tasty! She could make an entire meal of it. As a joke, she bad asked the man it his jism was fattening. She'd told him she wanted all the recipes she could get for cooking with jism. He'd told her he had several and a generous portion of his jizz only had twenty-three calories.
They'd laughed and laughed and laughed, until he got his prick up to usable hardness again. And then she'd sucked him off once more.
While Alex stuffed his prick all the way up her pussy.
The principal loved ass fucking but he would occasionally move around to another hole. He had been one hell of a cocks man, too. She couldn't fault him or his cock or his technique. It had caused her cunt to feel as if it were being stretched out of shape, her inner membrane torn apart with the huge girth of that male invader.
And Larry had wanted to make love tonight!
He had so much to learn about how to pleasure a woman. She still hated him a lilt le for making her believe she was turning frigid. It wasn't her at all. She got hot easily when a real man came around and offered to fuck her. He was the one responsible for turning her off to fucking. For that, he should have been sent up for life!
"Asleep yet, honey?" he called out. She looked
up and saw him silhouetted in the doorway. He wasn't wearing his, pajamas, which meant he was still intent on tucking her. She sighed.
"Yes, Larry, I'm still awake. What is it?"
"Can you see what I've got here?" He turned sideways so that the light would shine past his erection. The huge cock bounced around in front of his body, erect at a jaunty angle. Once, she would have turned weak and watery in the pussy at that sight. Now it slightly offended her. He had a nice cock; she could never say her husband wasn't well hung. But he did absolutely nothing with his equipment.
If he ever learned to pleasure her as well' as himself, he could have been one hell of a stud. Like she'd thought he was when they'd gotten married. How naive she'd been then!
"Your goddamn prick. Now what is it? I've got a headache and I'm not in the mood to play games." She didn't have a headache but that seemed to be the best lie she could tell that would make him forget all about fucking her until he got his rocks off.
"How can you have a headache?" he asked. "Your period was last week You've got to be feeling fine." He jumped into bed and ran his hand down the side of her body. Her skin wrinkled a little under that slight fondling but she didn't get any kind of an electric thrill such as when Michael touched her.
"I just do."
"I'll make it go away."
He shoved her legs apart with a rough hand. She started to protest and then resigned herself to this fucking. The man probably thought he was doing her a big favor granting her his prick. That was supposed to be the panacea for all her ills. Cock. His cock.
She shuddered as he drove his erect prick directly into her cunt lips. No finesse, no skill at fucking. Once she had reveled in the feel of his prodding and probing around. Now she knew it was nothing but clumsiness on his part.
Reaching down between them, she snared his hard cock and held it in her hands. "Let me stick it in for you," she said, a little on the sarcastic side. Her husband didn't seem to notice. His arousal was too great.
"Yeah, honey, do that. I gotta get moving! My cock's about ready to split now!"
She made sure he was directly over her cunt hole before she said, "N ow. Go to it."
He went to it. His hips levered forward and he sank balls deep into her almost dry pussy. She grunted in momentary pain. The dry humping wasn't to her liking at all, but she couldn't get excited with the prospect of fucking one more time in the old man on top position. It was tired, outdated and she had discovered so many more thrilling positions to fuck in.
"Shit, honey, you're chafing my cock!"
"Here's some petroleum jelly. Use it."
She reached over onto the night stand and handed the man the plastic jar. He pulled put a generous gob with the tip of his finger and began applying it to her cunt lips. She sighed, the first sound of real pleasure to escape his lips since he'd jumped on top of her. This was nice. It was so soothing and gentle and she wished he would just massage her all over with the jelly.
To have him running his fingers up and down her spine, unknotting all the kinks, letting her relax, that would be far more sexy than this horrid humping.
But Larry knew only one thing. Stuff the prick into the cunt and fuck as hard as he could. And that was all he did.
She shuddered is he pumped away furiously. The woman felt his cock dragging listlessly through her cunt, the walls of the pussy clinging with the tenacity of an ungreased channel. There wasn't. any pain but she wasn't getting off on it either.
But then, she never did so it wasn't that much different.
Carole lay there, her legs wide spread and her husband wildly pistoning in and out of her cunt. Finally, she felt the first sluggish dribble of fuck fluid inside her pussy. The friction from the fucking had flamed her lusts to that extent, at least. But she didn't feel any great thrill, there wasn't any arousal, she wished she were somewhere else.
"God, honey, it's so tight," he murmured. "I
love the feel of your cunt surrounding me. My prick is about ready to melt from the heat!"
She didn't doubt it. He was fucking her hard enough to get the petroleum jelly all gooey and flowing inside her twat. The sensation of having a prick fucking her when she wasn't the least bit interested in it amused her a little. It didn't turn her on, but it did make her wonder what it would be like to have a man rape her.
It might not be much different. She would be frightened instead of angry, but there wouldn't be much else in the way of the fucking itself. She didn't want to screw tonight; how was this any different from a real rape?
Finally, she felt the hot blast of her husband's come inside her pussy. The flood of his jism made her feel momentarily weak, and then that passed. She was ready for some real fucking with Michael. With Alex. With anyone who could get her off.
"Skit, honey, that was better than ever," Larry said, rolling off her. She felt the wet spot under her ass from where his jizz leaked from her cunt. She had this irrational desire to grab him by the balls and pull him over it and make him sleep on the wet spot. But she didn't. She let him go to sleep. She had other plans.
"Do you think you should come aver here in the middle of the night?" asked Michael, concerned.
"Somebody is going to see you sooner or later, even if it is two AM. And what about Larry? He'll miss you."
"If he wakes up. And he won't wake up," she said with finality.
"God, Carole, you didn't…"
"No, no," she laughed. "I didn't off the bastard. I came damned close to it tonight, though. He fucked me and I simply wasn't in the mood for it. He rolls me onto my back, spreads my legs and dry humps me. It was pretty disgusting, to say the least."
"Come on in. We can talk about it."
"I don't need talk, Michael. I need you." Her hand caressed his cheek as she entered.. She dropped her nightgown and stood gloriously naked in front of him. She knew this pleased the man because his prick poked up and out of the robe he wore.
"You shouldn't go out at night like that," he said. "It's a jungle after sunset. Men roving around waiting for some nubile young chick to rape."
"Like me?" she asked, flattered.
"Like you," he answered, knowing it would flatter, her. He took her in his arms and kissed her soundly. He looked down into her brown eyes for a moment and then kissed her again to make sure she knew how much he needed her. Carole's husband might be a lousy lay, but Michael knew all the right hicks to get a woman hot. And he used them now.
His fingers outlined each and every bone in her spine. A touch, light, teasing, then he moved on to the next spot and lightly drew his fingertips over it. She sighed and pressed even closer to his body. Her tits were swelling with more and more excited blood pumping into them. He tried to relax her, to make her forget all about Larry.
He succeeded.
She couldn't think of anything more than the long, hard prick poking up between her legs. She reached down and started stroking up and down the long length of hot cock flesh. The man sighed and continued to minister to her tensed muscles, her tired back. When he got down to her butt, his fingers dipped between the thick slabs of ass meat and into the humid canyon.
She sighed. The feelings running into her body now were so much nicer than she had thought they would be. Coming over here had made her uptight and tense. She was mad at Larry for being Larry. He wasn't much of a stud and didn't know he was such a lousy lay. Michael erased her doubts, eased her tensions and made her feel sexy all over.
"I love you, Michael," she said softly, her face in the man's shoulder.
"Don't talk nonsense, Carole," he said. "We have a great physical relationship, but love? Hardly. While there's nothing wrong with digging each other in the sack, it means a lot more when you say you love me."
"I know. And I love you. I never want to leave
this!"
She gripped his cock with furious need. He gasped and then continued working his fingers in and out of the damp crack of her ass. They were pushing each other up and up and soon one would break down and beg the other to fuck them.
"It… it's more than just sex. Love is lots more," he said. "I don't love you. But your body is fantastic!"
"Even compared with all those hot young lovelies running around half naked in your classes?"
"Especially considering them. Not a one of them is mature enough to have a set of knockers 'like you've got. Shit, Carole, what I wouldn't give to fuck your tits."
The words galvanized her. She stood stock still for a moment and then said in a weak voice, "Do it! Fuck my tits, Michael! I'd bye that!"
"I bet you would, at that! By damn, I'll do it!"
His hands. clamped around her waist tightly, then lifted her off her feet. He kissed the canyon between her tits, each boob battering into one of his ears. He set her down lightly and used his weight to press her onto her back. For a moment, she had a flash of fear that this was going to be exactly like the fucking she'd had with Larry.
Then she knew she was being a silly woman. It couldn't be the same, not with Michael and his imagination. The man quickly straddled her waist. and assured her he wasn't going to drive his cock
into her still unlubricated cunt. His prick rested hotly in the gap between her mountains of tit flesh.
"Like it?" he asked.
"Love it! But what are you really going to do?" "Ha! I'll show you. Words don't describe what this is going to be like. Just lie there and relax and enjoy it!"
He bent forward in a double jointed maneuver that amazed her and began licking her tits. He did it systematically and soon she was writhing around under his weight, almost unable to keep from coming. Her cunt overflowing with fuck oils, she moaned out, "Do it to me! I need your cock! In me! Stuffed all the way up my pussy and fucking like hell!"
"And you're not going to get it," he answered. Then he went back to his fleshy meal.
His tongue swirled around the D-cup sized base of her fits and finally singled out her left boob., Spiraling upward, his rough, wet tongue didn't miss a single square inch of the snowy white, super-soft tit flesh. He teased and tormented her jug all the way to the top. There, he found the coppery disk that had her nipple firmly planted in the center. Her nipple had long since sprung firmly erect and pointed redly at the ceiling. He sucked this into his mouth and gave it a firm tongue lashing.
"God, Michael, it's so gooood! Do it to meeeee!"
He didn't answer. His lips were too busy teasing
her tiny nubbin of erectile tissue. That pebble-hard button of nipple throbbed with all the life locked inside the girl's body. He could even feel her heart hammering away excitedly a few inches under his tongue.
When he tired of her left tit, he swirled down the slope like some Olympic ski champion and made his way up her right tit. He made sure that every single patch of her skin was covered with his spit before he toyed with her nipple. She was gasping. for air by the time he pulled his mouth away with a wet pop.
"Now for the good stuff. Here comes my cock. Are you ready for it, darling?"
He pressed her boobs firmly together, putting a hand on each one and leaning forward. His weight held them tightly together and formed an artificial cunt between. His prick bobbed around on the downside and lightly brushed against her aroused flesh.
"Give me your cock!" she shrieked. "I want to feel its swollen heat all over my tits!"
He began to insert it between her jugs. The pliant flesh of her fits flowed a little as he drove his cock into that tight passage. Grunting from the warmth and quivering need of her boobs, he finally succeeded in reaching the far side of the deliciously warm cunt made from tit flesh.
"Jesus, it is toooooo much!" the woman gasped. "I never thought fucking my tits would be this much fuuuuuuuun!"
He began stroking back and forth with a slow, deliberate strokes. He wanted to be sure that they both reveled in the wholesome sport of fucking. He grunted as he stroked to and forth, his cock entirely surrounded by the flexible, supple and warm billows of her boobs.
"Faster!" she cried. "My chest is on fire. My tits burn! And my nipples are going to explode any second!"
He leaned more heavily into her tits. Forcing her nipples so that they barely touched, he teased them against each other. The woman's face became a mask of sheer delight. And then she came hard.
"Aaaieeeeeee!"
He was almost unseated by her fervent bucking and thrashing around. But he clung fiercely to her fits. He wasn't going to allow his cock out into the cool air of the room, not when the berth for his prick was so erotically hot and demanding.
He fucked slowly to make sure that the spit on her boobs was enough to properly lubricate his cock. It was. He began speeding up as the woman had demanded. He felt his balls tighten and tense and throb in rhythm to the woman's hurried heartbeat. They were linked together as surely as if he had thrust his fuck stick all the way up into her flaming pussy.
He closed his eyes and floated in 'a daze. The warmth from her tits turned into add searing his flesh. The friction mounted and he couldn't keep his control much longer.
Just as he swallowed hard and was sure that, he could fuck for the rest of the night, the woman found she could crane her neck and take the bulbous end of his prick into her mouth.
She sucked on just the top of his cock. And that was all. He couldn't hope to keep from coming now. His prick erupted the fierce tide of jism and he spattered come all over her face. The eager woman's tongue flashed out and licked the end of his cock until there wasn't any more of that precious jizz coming out.
Carole's tongue worked then on her own face and chest, trying to capture each and every one of the tiny white bullets of sperm and semen that had eluded her sucking mouth.
She sighed and then took in as deep a breath as possible. She could still feel the man's prick resting between her tits. The heat from that carnal fuck stick radiated downward into her chest and made her so damned hungry for more cock she could barely stand it.
"Don't worry," he told her. "I'm not the kind to get you worked up and then leave you hornier than hell."And he wasn't. While she went back to licking her face and chest clean of his come, he dropped down between her tender thighs and applied. his mouth to her flowing gash. As his tongue shot deep up into her cunt, she came. And came and came.
She felt like a human machine gun going off,
What more could a woman want? She had felt
his prick on some of her most sensitive flesh, tasted his came and then gotten one hell of an eating out. Carole decided she was the luckiest woman in the world to find a man as loving and thoughtful as Michael.