Chapter 3
Carol hurried into the supermarket and grabbed a pound of hamburger out of the display case. She started toward the egg bin and bumped into a stocky man pushing a cart.
"I'm sorry," Carol apologized and brushed past him.
"Miss Fletcher, Miss Fletcher!"
It was Beverly Sutton. She must have come straight from school.
Carol wondered, should she try to talk to Beverly here about her conduct in the class this morning? Should she mention it at all?
"Dad, this is Miss Fletcher."
Carol turned and looked into the brown eyes of the stocky man with the car. He smiled and she felt her knees go weak.
"Hello, Miss Fletcher. I'm Phil Sutton."
Carol's stomach contracted and she was afraid she might fall down. Phil Sutton was slightly taller than she was with a thick, muscular build and a harshly angular face. He was smiling at her, his hand out.
"I ... I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Sutton." she finally managed.
She took his hand and the feel of his calloused palm against hers made her faint-headed.
"Call me Phil," his smile broadened. "How's my monster doing these days?"
"Oh, daddy!" Beverly complained.
Carol was in a daze. No one, man or woman, had ever affected her this strongly before. She didn't know what to do or say. She could feel her vagina fluttering. She was almost ready to come, and all they were doing was shaking hands!
"Beverly?" She finally managed an answer. "Oh, Beverly is doing well enough. I think she could do better, but...." Carol trailed off. She realized she was still holding his hand, and she blushed as she let go.
Phil reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a notebook and pen. He looked at her for a moment and then said, "I'd like to call you, if I may. Would you give me your telephone number?"
Give you my phone number? Carol thought wildly. Good God, I'll let you fuck me right here if you ask me. She could feel her come juices oozing out, soaking her panties. She hoped they wouldn't soak through and stain the light fabric of her skirt.
"Certainly, Phil." Carol was apalled at the blatant sex in her mind.
They shook hands again, and Carol was ready to have an orgasm right then and there. Phil turned his cart around. Beverly waved goodbye, and Carol nodded in response.
She hurried to the vegetable and fruit bins and found a large cucumber. Taking the cucumber and the hamburger to the checkout stand, she had to wait for a moment. Restlessly she looked around, and saw Phil watching her from across the store.
On impulse, she waved, and he waved back.
"Oh my God," she whimpered. "Oh, hurry up, please!" This was directed at the checker, who couldn't find the price on an item for the person ahead of her.
Once outside the store, she made a dash for her car. She got in, shut the door and looked around. A large van blocked the pedestrian's view of her car, and there was no one in sight in the parking lot.
Lifting her hips she hoisted her skirt up around her waist and rapidly pulled her panties and panty hose down over her knees. She jerked the cucumber out of the bag and spread her thighs apart.
"Phil Sutton," she said aloud.
She moved her hand and the cucumber parted the damp lips of her cunt and penetrated her vagina.
"Phil Sutton!" Her voice was louder, hoarse. Her lust was boiling inside her belly.
She began jerking the cucumber in and out, the texture of its skin driving her wild.
"Oh ... ohhh, PHIL SUTTON!" She nearly screamed. Her frantic hand jammed the cucumber in until it butted against her womb. The orgasm ripped her apart. Her legs trembled and she could feel the come juice oozing out of her vagina and dribbling down into her asshole.
She leaned back and smiled with relief. Jesus, what a come! She hoped he'd be halfway good in bed, because she was going to spread for him. That was for certain!
She slowly pulled the cucumber out, reveling in the sucking noise her pussy made as her vaginal muscles clamped down to hold it inside. She laid it on the seat and arranged her clothing, taking her panty hose and soaked panties off completely.
She drove home slowly, trying to visualize what Phil's prick would look like. Was it super long and skinny, or was it regular? Did he come fast, or could he hold it for a long time and let her get off like a charge of dynamite.
She was lucky and found a parking place across the street from her apartment building. She hurried upstairs and unlocked the door.
Her apartment was small, but very comfortable. Carol had taken a great deal of trouble to make it so.
Carol dropped her things on the kitchen table and hurried into her small bedroom. She pulled the blinds down and began undressing. Even though she had come in the parking lot her entire body ached. She needed a real orgy of coming.
She tossed her clothing on the floor and squatted by her vanity table. The cool air made her nipples crinkle and she stroked them gently, feeling them leap up, hot and hard, under her fingers.
Carol was proud of her breasts. She wore a 40-D bra, and didn't sag without it. And her boobs were sensitive! Once her college roommate had blown her mind just playing with the nipples.
She rubbed the curly black mat of pubic hair. Did it need trimming? Maybe just a bit. Carol wore next to nothing for a bathing suit bottom and the idea of long black hairs sticking out disgusted her.
She opened the bottom drawer of the vanity. There were perhaps two dozen dildos left from her original collection. She reached in and took out her favorite, a latex penis.
Taking a jar of hand cream, she sat on the edge of the bed. Carefully she coated the head of the dildo with cream, her fingers lingering on it, her eyes shut, imagining it was attached to Phil Sutton.
She paused and looked around her. The dildo, the open jar of cream, they were all part of the old Carol Fletcher. No matter how it worked out with Phil Sutton, she vowed, she wanted only the real thing after today.
She carefully arranged a pillow in the center of the bed and lay down so that her tight ass cheeks were on top of it. She looked across the room at the mirror on the vanity. She could see everything. Her bent legs, the knees spread apart, the black mat of her crotch and the pink line of her vagina.
"Oh, this is gonna be a real good session," she whispered.
Slowly, almost casually, she parted the lips of her vagina and inserted the head of the dildo. It slipped in easily, she was really creaming. She pushed it in until it touched the mouth of her womb and then slowly pulled it almost out. The scratching sensation on the walls of her vagina almost made her scream with pleasure.
As she pumped the dildo in and out, her free hand stroked her body, playing with the jutting mounds of her breasts, lightly teasing the nipples even harder. She moved her hand down and slowly began to rub the hood of flesh above her clitoris.
Almost at once her body stiffened. There was a buzzing sound in her head and Carol knew she was going to come any second. She began to push the dildo farther in, touching the mouth of her womb with each stroke.
The harsh jangling of the telephone completely shattered her mood.
"Oh, SHIT!" She slid across the bed and picked up the telephone.
"Hello!" She snapped.
"Carol? This is Phil Sutton. I called to ask you if you'd like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow night."
Carol's anger melted into eager lust at the sound of his voice. She rolled on her side and began pumping the dildo again.
"Well, Phil, I admit I like the idea, but I was under the impression you were married."
There was a long pause and then Phil said, "That was a long time ago and it didn't work. I am, as they say in baseball, a free agent. And I repeat my offer of dinner."
"In that case, my answer is yes."
"Good!" Phil's voice was low and pleasant, and her answer obviously pleased him.
"What time would be convenient?" he asked.
Carol began drifting. Everything was growing hazy except for the incredible waves of pleasure radiating out from her cunt.
"Carol, would seven o'clock be all right?"
"Seven?" Her voice was thick. She could no longer control herself and began trembling as her muscles tightened up.
"Uhh, seven ... would be ... FINE!" She couldn't hold back any longer, the orgasm was coming.
She dropped the phone beside her and grabbed the dildo with both hands. She shoved it all the way in and twisted it slightly so the blunt head opened the lips of her womb. She drew a deep breath, waited a delicious instant, and then firmly pressed down on the fold of flesh that covered her clit.
The explosion jerked her legs apart and then clapped them together again. She knew she was mouthing obscenities into the phone, she always used foul language when she came big. She ignored the telephone and rolled on her stomach, humping frantically against the dildo rammed deep inside her. She stroked her breasts and then pinched one of the nipples.
"Ahh, fuck fuck fuck! In my ass, in my cunt, in my mouth, fuckfuckfuck!" She screamed and tried to ram the dildo in farther.
Gradually the orgasm ebbed away and she lay still, her body soaked with perspiration. Her arms and legs were too heavy to move. She opened her eyes and looked at the telephone right next to her head.
"Hello?" she said, fearfully.
There was a long pause and then Phil said, quietly. "I'll pick you up at seven, sharp."
Carol felt a shudder of relief. He didn't mind!
"Fine, Phil. Seven o'clock. Goodbye." She hung up the phone and rolled on her back.
He must really care, she thought. I answer the telephone and blow my stack right in his ear. Goddamn, I can really be a dumb-ass broad at times!
She slowly pulled the dildo out and laid it on the bed. She sensed that she wouldn't need it any longer.