Chapter 9
At the children's breakfast on Monday morning, Carol tried not to have an unusual tone in her voice as she said, "Pam, are you going to be home tomorrow?"
The young girl seemed to sense that her mother was driving at something special. "I didn't have any plans."
Carol felt a wave of relief. "I have a golf lesson in the morning, and I was hoping to get in some extra practice in the afternoon. Mike Santucci is coming by to work on the fish pond and I wanted someone home."
"Sure, I don't mind," Pam replied and gave a theatrical wink.
The children departed and Carol sat down to enjoy her coffee. She had just taken her first sip when Marje called over the fence.
"C'mon over, Marje. The coast is clear."
Marje gave a mighty yank at the back door and almost fell backward into the yard when the door flew open without resistance. Amazed, she tentatively opened and closed the door a few times. "What happened? Don't tell me Frank actually fixed this door!"
"Good grief, no," Carol replied. "I managed to talk Jack into doing it. Thank God for sons."
Marje poured her coffee. "Speaking of Frank, how is he?"
Carol shrugged. "Search me. You've probably seen as much of him as I have. He has breakfast here, but all I see is the back of the newspaper. And he sleeps here, but by the time he gets home, I'm sound asleep. The kids haven't seen him in two weeks, since they usually get up after he leaves in the morning."
Marje made a sympathetic face. "Sounds rough."
Carol sipped her coffee. "It's just as well. If I saw more of him, I'd probably clobber him somewhere along the line. If it weren't for Pam and Jack, I'd walk out on him."
"No hope for a reconciliation?"
Carol smiled bitterly. "How can I get reconciled with him when I never see him? Besides, I'm not sure I want to be reconciled with him. I'm having too good a time right now."
"Yeah, well, just remember what I told you about being careful. A lot of guys like to brag about their conquests, and that can really screw you up. Also, some guys aren't too terribly considerate about how they treat you after they figure you're an easy make."
"I'll be careful," Carol replied.
"Anything new with the kids?" Marje asked.
Carol smiled. "I'll let you know after tomorrow."
"Oh-ho, you've got something interesting going. Spill it!" Marje urged.
Carol told Marje of the conversation with Pam and of the session with Mike. "So, I think I've got things set up for them for tomorrow afternoon. Mike and Pam will be here alone. Jack is going off with Ben, and I'll be at the country club."
"You mean you aren't going to watch?" Marje asked, surprised.
"Oh, I don't think I should watch," Carol replied, embarrassed.
"Phooey," Marje exclaimed. "Why not? She's your daughter. Don't you want to see that everything goes all right?"
"Well, yes," Carol admitted.
"So, go ahead and watch!"
"Well, maybe you're right," Carol said finally.
"I want a blow-by-blow description. Try the knothole in the fence," Marje told her. "Gotta run. Paul has the morning off and he'll be wanting some breakfast. See you." The red-head dashed out the door, slamming it behind her.
For the rest of the day, Carol puttered around the house, a feeling of anticipation about the next day fluttering in her belly.
The house was already deserted the next morning when Carol chose her outfit for her golf lesson. She began as usual; then a feeling of recklessness came over her and she stripped off both her bra and panties. For a top she chose a soft, clinging knit, sleeveless with a scoop neck. Instead of shorts, she settled on a short pleated skirt that came only halfway down her thighs. Loafers completed her outfit. She carefully checked her reflection in the mirror, pleased with the tan she was developing on her face and arms from her golfing sessions. When the golf pro hooked his drive into the woods on the fourth hole this time, Carol would be ready for him. Cool air brushed up her bare thighs and touched her already excited cunt as she walked out to the car. Her nipples peaked stiffly, pointing sharply through the thin material. The feeling of near-nakedness caused by her lack of underwear made Carol burn with excitement.
At the country club George took in her appearance without batting an eye. "G'morning. Let's start out on the practice tee, shall we?"
They quickly reviewed her technique with the wood; then he gave her lessons on the various irons. The lesson went easily for Carol, in spite of her nervous anticipation of what she knew was to come. She had decided to take Marje's advice and spy on Pam and Mike in the afternoon. Meanwhile, she found herself looking forward to getting out on the nearly deserted golf course with her instructor. Her nipples brushed the fabric of her top when she swung, making them bum and harden, sending little jolts of desire rippling through her. She could feel the skirt flare out around her hips when she turned, nearly revealing her pantyless state. Her rapid breathing was only partly from exertion when they moved over to the practice putting surface and George gave her a quick course in that phase of the game.
"I think you're ready for a full round of the course," he told her finally. Her heart leaped at the thought, and she felt the itch of desire building in her belly. "Unfortunately, I have another lesson, right now," George went on, and Carol's hopes sank.
"You mean I go alone?" she asked, trying to hide her disappointment.
"Oh, no," he reassured her. "No, you'll have a caddie with you to carry your clubs and help you. Come on." He led her over to where a tall, lanky Negro youth was leaning negligently against the Pro Shop. "Mrs. Anderson, this is Martin Lincoln."
"Pleased to meet you." Carol stuck out her hand as she studied the youth. His skin was nearly black, and he was extremely tall and slender. His clothes were tattered, a sweat shirt whose sleeves had vanished long ago, leaving frayed threads at his shoulders, and worn Levi's. He wore his hair in a bushy Afro.
"Hello," the black youth said.
"Martin is our best caddie," George explained. "He can give you all the help you need for now."
Carol tried to figure a way out of her predicament but failed. She hadn't anticipated this at all and was left floundering. "Well, if you think I'm ready for this," she muttered.
George smiled, encouraging her. "Believe me, you won't have any trouble at all. Just follow Martin's advice and you'll do fine."
Before Carol could reply, the golf pro walked off, leaving her gasping and confused.
Martin picked up her golf bag easily. "Ready, Mrs. Anderson?"
Carol took a deep breath. "I g . . . guess so." She was painfully aware of her inadequate clothing as she followed Martin to the first tee. She knelt carefully to tee up her first ball, avoiding bending over. Her hands were shaking as she addressed the ball and she had to take a deep breath to steady them before starting her swing. Overly cautious, the drive was short but straight, bouncing down the center of the fairway. The accuracy of the shot eased Carol's mind a little, but she could feel the frank, hot stare of the black youth as they walked down the fairway. She avoided conversation, fearful of developing any familiarity with the boy.
Through the first three holes, Carol played cautiously and well, avoiding Martin's eyes. The only conversation was when he recommended a particular club to her and explained the reason. His knowledge of the game and the golf course was all that George had said it was.
On the fourth tee, Carol felt herself tightening up again. The deep woods to the right drew her attention. Had her partner been the golf pro, she would have aimed her shot into the woods. With Martin Lincoln, all Carol wanted to do was avoid them. She swung awkwardly, stiffly, in her nervousness, forgetting half of what she had learned. The ball sliced off the face of the club. Her heart sank as the ball curved straight into the heart of the woods, almost exactly where George had driven his the week before.
"Oh, no," Carol wailed.
"Tough luck, Mrs. Anderson," Martin sympathized. His teeth flashed white in his black face. "Guess we'll have to go look for it."
"Couldn't I just use another ball?" Carol suggested.
Martin laughed. "That's against the rules, Mrs. Anderson."
"You're right." She handed him the driver. As they walked towards the woods, Carol reflected that so far, Martin had behaved admirably. The thought of entering the deserted patch of thick brush didn't agree with Carol, but she was a little more at ease with the youth since he had been so polite thus far.
He guided her to the path George had taken with the golf cart and they entered the narrow lane. The shade of the trees was a welcome relief after the hot sun, and Carol felt the trickle of sweat that had been sticking her top to her spine slowly dry as she cooled off a little. In a few minutes they were in the same clearing she had visited with George. She fought to keep her legs steady as she wandered around the clearing, searching for her ball. A gleam of white caught her eye, and without thinking, she bent over to see what it was. She was disappointed to discover it was a piece of paper, and stood up.
"You've got a nice ass, Mrs. Anderson," Martin said suddenly from behind her, making her whirl around. He was smiling broadly, obviously admiring her body.
"I th . . . thought I'd found my ball," Carol explained lamely, trying to brush his comment off. His eyes made her aware again of her lack of underwear. She was afraid and excited at the same time.
"Did you really?" Martin asked.
"M . . . maybe it's over here," Carol stuttered, trying to move away from the boy. He took a long stride and reached for her. "Stay away," she cried, suddenly terrified. She drew back the club she had been using to probe the bushes as if to defend herself, but his hand clamped down on her wrist. "Stop it," she screamed. His hand was like iron, squeezing her wrist, making her drop the club with a cry of pain. He drew her in against him and his lips bore down on hers in a brutal kiss. His arms were like steel bands trapping her against his rock-hard body. Despite her terror, Carol felt herself responding even as she battered at him with her free hand. Her blows weakened rapidly as the lust he triggered in her took control. By the time he broke the kiss, she was almost helpless. She threw herself at him, her animal instincts overwhelming her. His muscular arms lifted her and he dropped her to the soft grass.
"Oh, my God, yes," she cried softly as he towered over her, stripping off his sweat shirt, baring his gleaming black chest. He pulled off his pants, and her eyes fastened on his huge black cock in fascination. It looked immense, and Carol felt a brief wave of panic at its size. She waited for him as if she were waiting for a snake to strike. The boy's black body gleamed with sweat as he moved toward her. She tried to back away from him without getting up, but her muscles betrayed her with their weakness. He reached for her, and her resistance vanished completely as her own incredible lust overwhelmed it. His hands crushed her tender breasts under her blouse, making her explode into flame at the brutality of his touch. She was helpless as he stripped the thin top off her. His hands reached for the waistband of her skirt and skillfully unfastened it as she lay back in the grass. Shaking with both fear and passion, she lifted her hips and let him strip her. His hands were everywhere on her, his calluses scraping her tender skin, and she enjoyed it as he played with her as a cat might play with a mouse, rolling her over in the grass, pawing every inch of her body.
His teeth were bared in a flashing white grin as he explored her, a soft growl of pleasure rumbling in his chest. His cock was an ebony rod, as hard as steel, drawing Carol's fingers to it to measure and squeeze it tightly. He laughed a deep, animal laugh, and Carol quailed before it, lust controlling her body, leaving her mind quivering with terror at what was happening. Martin climbed over her, his hard body crushing her painfully against the lumpy ground.
His cock bored into her cunt, brutally ripping into her, setting off explosions of both pain and joy. Her hips jammed upward to meet his thrusts, and she felt as if her cunt were being torn open. His prick was longer than any cock she had ever taken, and she felt the head of it press against the end of her vagina, triggering an incredible orgasm. As she roared to a peak, her juices pouring out around his mighty rod, he continued to pound at her, his balls slapping up against her ass. His hard hands gripped at her buttocks, spreading the cheeks painfully, and one of his big fingers pried at her asshole, driving her mad with lust. She tried to loosen the tight ring and he jammed his bulky finger up into her, stretching her open, setting off still another orgasm in her. He pumped his cock in her vagina and his finger in her rectum until Carol was delirious. She dimly felt him driving his cock into her to the hilt, and felt him begin to blast unbelievable quantities of semen against the end of her vagina. His mighty driving cock erupted in a spurting flood of cum that drowned Carol's cunt. She was dimly aware of screaming with joy as she blacked out.
She roused slowly. The young Negro was again pawing her body with his rough hands. In spite of her exhaustion, she felt her feelings stirring again as his hands explored her. She felt like a toy to him, and she loved it, the sensation adding to her feeling of lust. His black skin was in striking contrast to the pale-white flawlessness of her own, further stirring her desires. He clutched one of her breasts painfully, impatiently, and her nipple burned with excitement as his palm scraped roughly across it, making it stand up sharply. He pinched it, wringing a cry from Carol's lips as he did so. His other hand was probing her cunt, scraping her tender, abused tissues, spreading the lips. His rough fingers found her clitoris, pressing the hood of flesh back skillfully, and the scraping touch against the tender bud was like flame, making her cry out again, rocking her with passion. She grabbed his cock with one hand, squeezing it hard, bringing a grunt from him. With her other hand she sought for, and found, his balls, juggling them with her fingers, then seeking behind them for his anus, probing gently at the ring. His cock jerked in her hand when she touched the ridge of flesh between his anus and the base of his balls. Pleased with the effect, Carol scraped a fingernail over the obviously sensitive ridge, and Martin growled with pleasure. His cock was a hard, hot, thrilling mass in Carol's hand, a sculptured black beauty dwarfing her pale-white hand as she pumped.
Finally the youth seemed unable to take it any longer. With a roar, he grabbed Carol with both hands and flipped her over onto her belly. Positioning himself behind her, he lifted her hips. Her face pressing into the ground, not enough strength left in her arms to raise herself, Carol felt his cock pressing between her buttocks. She tried to raise her hips, to position his cock in her vagina, but his hands held her solidly, preventing her from moving. His cock pressed at her asshole, and the gradually increasing pressure revealed his plans to Carol. "My God, no!" she screamed as she felt her anus being slowly pried open by the head of his huge tool.
Ignoring her pleading, Martin continued to bear down, trying to spread the muscular ring open. Carol felt as if she were being ripped open by the monster ramrod. She tried to relax and open herself to him to ease the agony. He drew out and for a second she thought he had given up as he thrust his cock quickly into her soaking cunt. Instead, he withdrew immediately and again attacked her ass. This time he gained ground rapidly, his cock well lubricated by the juices of her cunt. She felt her anus spreading open before his raging tool, and the pain was mixed with pleasure this time.
"Oh, my God, my God," she wailed softly in a mixture of passion and pain as he drilled his way slowly into her. The ring of muscle snapped past the head of his cock, easing the agony to a dull ache, and still he pressed onward. Farther and farther he bored his way up into her rectum until she felt as if his cock filled her entire body. Finally his hips met the cheeks of her ass. As he rested for a moment, Carol was able to become used to the incredible mass filling her rectum. The pain subsided to a dull ache, leaving her with a feeling of fullness and raging sexual lust. The black caddie began to pump his cock slowly in and out of her ass, and Carol rose to a roaring climax. With her fingers she sought, and found, her clitoris, stimulating it herself as Martin rammed his cock in and out of her butt, driving her to one soaring climax after another. The tight fit seemed to raise him to a fever pitch at an incredible rate, making him speed his thrusts until he slammed himself against her ass bruisingly hard. As he started to come, he slammed up against her with a final, quick, hard jolt that rattled her teeth and triggered a final, overwhelming orgasm. Deep in her gut she felt his sperm pouring into her rectum like some wild, insane enema. As he hosed her guts out with his cum, she fainted from the incredible pleasure.
When Carol finally came to again, her own muscular contractions had driven the youth's withered cock out of her, leaving her feeling hollow and empty. Her rectum ached dully, vividly reminding her of what the black youth had done to her. The memory of the incredible series of orgasms his reaming of her had created blotted from her mind any feeling of shame or disgust. Weakly, she pulled herself to her feet. Naked, Martin lay snoring softly on the grass as she gathered up her few clothes and pulled them on. Using his sweat shirt, she mopped at the trickles of cum that ran down her legs when she stood up. Finally the flow eased and she roused the boy.
"Get up," she ordered, softly at first, then more loudly when he failed to stir. A gentle shove with her foot finally awakened him and he stared up at her. "Get up," she said again.
Moving quickly, the Negro scrambled to his feet and hurriedly got dressed. They said nothing as they made their way back to the fairway. With no thought of continuing the round of golf, they went back to the clubhouse. She let him load her clubs in her car. For a few minutes after he left her, she sat wearily behind the wheel, trying to steady her hands, shaking with weariness. Her ass ached dully where it was pressed by the seat. Finally she started the car and drove home. It was after noon, and she managed to drag her mind away from the memories of fucking with the caddie to thoughts of her daughter's forthcoming initiation at the hands of Mike Santucci.
Parking her car a block from home, Carol made her way into Marje's backyard and listened carefully at the fence. She heard Mike's shovel in the hard earth and moved silently along the fence between the two yards to where a knothole provided a peephole through the fence.
The sight of the youth's healthy, muscular body warmed Carol's belly. As usual, he was stripped to the waist. His muscular torso glistened with sweat as he worked at the hole, his muscles bulging with the effort.
The back door of the house slammed, and Carol looked up to see Pam enter the yard. She walked a little tensely, a determined expression on her face. She was wearing a short beach jacket over one of her bathing suits. Carol felt sure it was the bikini Pam had outgrown the year before. Under her arm Pam was carrying a blanket and a transistor radio.
"Hi, Mike," she greeted him cheerfully.
"Hi." He didn't even pause in his work.
"Mind if I watch you while I get a tan?"
"Nope," Mike replied, hardly looking up.
Gracefully, Pam bent and spread out the blanket, her back to Mike, giving him a glimpse of her well-shaped buttocks below the hem of the jacket. Turning on the radio, she settled down cross-legged on the blanket. When Pam unbuttoned her jacket and shrugged it off, Carol's guess was confirmed. The bikini was pale yellow and at least two sizes too small. The bottom of the suit barely concealed Pam's virtually hairless pussy, and the cups of the top covered only her nipples and a small part of her large, firm breasts. Pretending not to notice Mike's glances, Pam spread suntan lotion on her bare skin. As she worked around the bra of her suit. Carol was certain the overstressed fabric would give out. Posing gracefully, seemingly accidentally, Pam oiled her legs carefully. Finished, she leaned back on her arms, arching her spine slightly, and watched Mike work.
After a few minutes, the Italian youth paused in his work, pulled out a handkerchief and mopped the sweat from his face. "Whew, sure is hot," he commented, casting surreptitious glances at Pam's shapely body.
"Sure is," she agreed. Carol was impressed by Pam's matter-of-fact tone.
"Where's your mother?" Mike asked.
"Oh, she's playing golf."
"Really? I didn't know she played golf."
"She doesn't really. She's just learning," Pam replied.
"Never could see much sense to golf," Mike admitted.
"Neither could I," Pam observed. "She'll be spending the whole day out on the golf course today, just walking around trying to hit some stupid little ball."
"The whole day?"
"Yeah," Pam acknowledged. "Won't be home until dinner time."
Carol glanced at Mike to see what his reaction was. He showed no obvious interest in the information about her absence, but his cock was an impressive bulge in his pants. He was not unmoved by Pam's carefully sexual pose.
Mike finally tore his eyes from Pam and pointedly turned his back on the girl as he resumed work. He managed a few shovelfuls of dirt before halting again. "Not going to be home until this evening, huh?"
Pam giggled, just a little nervously. "Won't be home for hours," she affirmed. Mike stood, staring off into space, again mopping his brow with a handkerchief. He was deliberately avoiding looking at Pam.
Mentally, Carol was cheering her daughter on. She knew Pam had Mike right at the edge. All that was required was a small nudge and he'd fall into her carefully set trap. Pam took just the step required.
"Would you spread some lotion on my back? I always miss a spot if I try to do it myself." As the girl said this, she rolled over slowly and gracefully to her belly, propping herself up on her elbows. Her heavy breasts sagged away from her chest, nearly bursting the bathing suit top. Mike's eyes grew large at the sight.
"S . . . sure," he stuttered. Carol found his slight discomfort intriguing. He stepped out of the excavation and over to Pam.
"Thanks," Pam said, letting herself down on the blanket. As he picked up the bottle of lotion, she reached back and unhooked her bra. "I hate having a stripe," she explained. Then she reached up and untied the straps where they fastened behind her neck.
Mike knelt next to the girl as she tugged the straps from around her neck. Her back was bare, a smooth expanse of golden-tan skin. Mike poured a small trickle of the lotion on her back.
"Oooohh, that tickles," Pam giggled softly, cheek against the blanket.
"Sorry," Mike apologized, his voice catching. He suddenly became aware of the dirt on his hands and awkwardly wiped them on his tight pants. Carol could see his hands shaking a little as he rubbed the lotion into her daughter's back.
Pam purred like a cat. "Mmmmm, that's nice. That feels so good." She luxuriated in the sensuous pleasure of Mike's firm hands working the oil into her bare skin. She rolled her shoulders, rippling her smooth muscles as the youth massaged the oil in. Having worked the oil in, Mike stopped his stroking. "Don't stop," Pam requested. "It feel so good."
Mike shrugged and went back to massaging her gently. "You've got nice skin," he commented.
"Thank you," Pam replied. "Oh, I've got an itch. Please scratch it!"
"Where is it?"
"Down low."
Mike scratched a spot at the small of Pam's back. "Here?"
"Lower," Pam answered. "A little to the left. No, the other way. Now lower yet."
Mike was nearing the top edge of Pam's bikini bottom. The suit showed the beginning of the cleavage between her buttocks, and the fabric of the suit had ridden up between the curvy mounds.
"Lower," Pam whispered. Mike's fingers were just above the edge of her suit. Pam squirmed her bottom and he found himself scratching just below the top edge of the suit, pushing it lower on her fanny, revealing the untanned pale-white skin there. He jerked his hand back as if it had been burned.
"What's the matter?" Pam asked, rolling on her side slightly. She held the unfastened top of her suit over her breasts casually. The bulge of one large, firm breast was obvious, the bikini covering only her nipple.
"I think I'd better get back to work," Mike stuttered. Carol was amazed at his self-consciousness.
"I don't think so," Pam replied. Gracefully she rolled on her back, releasing her bikini top at the same time. Her breasts, full, pale and firm, gleamed in the sun. Her pert nipples capped the white mounds proudly. She posed deliberately for Mike, one knee raised slightly, her thighs brushing gently together. "Come here," she said, holding her arms out to the young man. Her voice was firm, deep, mature and sexy all at once. It left no room for denial.
Moving like a robot, or as if he were fighting an incredibly attractive force, Mike lowered himself slowly to accept Pam's kiss. Her arms twined around his neck as she drew him in.
The kiss lasted so long, Carol thought it would never end. Finally it broke, and Mike gazed at the young girl. His eyes were serious as he studied her. "You're beautiful," he said softly.
Pam touched the slight cleft in his chin tenderly. "Thank you," she replied. "So are you."
Mike's hand was on Pam's side, gently stroking the soft skin. He studied her carefully: her smooth, young complexion, the few fine wisps of blonde hair of her sideburns, hair so fine it stirred in the slight breeze from his breathing. Watching her face carefully, he gently moved his hand upward to cup her breast. As his palm brushed her nipple, her eyes closed and she drew a shuddering breath of pleasure. More confident now, Mike cupped her breast firmly, squeezing and kneading the tender mound. For a long time he fondled her breast, then lowered his head for another kiss. He was more of an aggressor now and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Carol could almost taste him herself as he explored Pam's mouth with his tongue.
He broke the kiss and Pam lay motionless in the sun, her fingers resting lightly on his shoulder. Studying the reactions of her face and her nipples, Mike teased the pink buds capping her breasts. Her tits were stiff and rubbery, standing up and begging for more attention. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and kissed them, nipping at each one gently with his lips.
"Oh, yesss," Pam hissed ecstatically. She rolled her head as the boy nibbled at first one of her tits, then the other. "Oh, God, it's so great." Her joyous sighs made the hair on the back of Carol's neck lift with excitement.
Mike raised his head and the two youngsters stared deeply into each other's eyes. A question was asked and an answer was given. No words were spoken. Mike reached for Pam's bikini bottom. She lifted her hips and let him pull her last covering down her shapely, smooth legs. Holding the suit bottom casually in his hand he stood up and gazed down on Pam's naked body. She lay still, her eyes closed as he studied her, her nipples hard with excitement. Her breathing made the skin of her stomach flutter slightly. She opened her eyes and smiled up at Mike.
"Christ, you're beautiful," he said again, tossing the bottom of her suit away. He reached for his belt and managed to get it loose, never taking his eyes from Pam. Quickly, he stripped down his pants, then his shorts. Pam's eyes widened at the sight of his big, hard cock, standing proudly out from his body. As he knelt on the blanket next to her, she reached for it and touched it with gentle fingers, smearing the crystal drop of moisture at its tip over its head.
The two young people kissed again, and Carol's breath caught in her throat at the beauty of it. Their bodies were clean, smooth, and graceful as they twined together. Pam spread her golden thighs to trap one of Mike's legs, pressing her almost hairless cunt against his muscles. Their passions were bursting now, Pam half-crying with the joyous feelings Mike's thoughtful, exploring fingers were triggering in her. He guided her away from him, and again she lay back on the blanket, giving him the total freedom of her young body. He spent only seconds pinching her nipples with his fingers before he again bent his head to kiss them, this time sucking as much of her breast as possible into his mouth. As he" did this, he ran a hand down Pam's stomach, making her skin quiver with excitement.
As Carol watched, her own passions grew, even though her anus still ached from Martin's buggering of her.
Mike's hand slipped down to Pam's cunt, and she opened her thighs to him, admitting his gentle finger to her most secret recesses. He played with her gently and easily, careful not to go beyond the limits of her passion, raising her slowly from level to level. His finger slipped into her vagina, bringing a gasp to her lips. Her hips were beginning to twist and roll by themselves now. Carefully, Mike slipped a second finger into her, stretching her virginal channel slightly. Pam bit her lip as her body was brought more and more to life by the youth.
With his other hand, he guided her hand to his cock again, and wrapped her fingers around it. Keeping his fingers in her cunt, he encouraged her to measure and fondle his big organ.
They seemed to remain like this for hours, until Carol thought she was going to scream. Finally, Pam turned and looked into Mike's dark eyes. "Do me," she said, her voice harsh and soft at the same time.
Moving slowly, Mike crawled over her. Pam spread her legs, raising her knees, letting him settle between her thighs. She touched his graceful, tanned neck with gentle fingers, her eyes closed, face expectant. Mike guided the tip of his cock to her cunt and slipped it gently inside the lips. For a few moments he remained like that, sliding his cock up and down inside her lips. Finally he paused, with the big tool right at her gates, and moved his hips inward slightly, measuring the resistance that was there.
Carol was holding her breath, her fingers buried in her own cunt under her short skirt. Mike gave a firm, hard thrust with his hips, driving his cock into Pam. She let out a yell and dug her nails into his neck. Surely now, Mike stroked his big rod into Pam's tight virgin channel, and the expression of pain on her face was replaced by one of pleasure. For a few seconds she just lay there, accepting his slow drives into her. Soon her hips began to move instinctively, matching his slow, even thrusts. He gradually drove his prick up to the hilt in her, wrenching a gasp of surprise and pleasure from her when he pressed his pubic -bone against hers.
As he rested in her, Pam opened her eyes and smiled up at him. She must have done something with her cunt, because Mike smiled suddenly, and again began to move, pistoning his cock in and out of her. As he had done with Carol, he watched Pam's reactions carefully as he brought her toward her orgasm. A rosy blush began down low on her belly and swept upward as his motions increased in speed and power until finally their bodies were smacking audibly together.
"Jesus, I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming," Pam began to cry with every thrust, her hips rocking up to meet his. Her orgasm swept over her, making her arch her back and lift him off the ground, Her heels digging into the blanket, the cords of muscles in her neck standing out with the strain. Finally she slumped down, sighed, and smiled weakly up at Mike.
Mike grinned down at her and began to move again, bringing a surprised gasp to her lips. He moved more quickly now, angling his cock into her channel differently, teaching her new joys. Soon he was slapping into her again, faster and faster, and finally hammering his cock into her in one last pounding drive.
Carol by now had driven herself to a climax of her own, and she imagined she could feel Mike coming in her own cunt as he climaxed in Pam's.
Sighing with pleasure. Carol let herself sag away from the knothole in the fence. After catching her breath, she slipped silently away, leaving the children to continue their pleasures.