Chapter 3
Carole tried to straighten her dress the best she could. The wrinkles were instantly apparent to anyone looking at her. She just hoped it wouldn't be obvious why her dress was wrinkled. Then she laughed aloud. Who in their right mind would ever guess the wrinkles had shown up because a man. had stuffed his head under her skirt and eaten her
She had trouble coming to grips with the idea herself. She had coasted along sexually for so long with Larry that finding a new man in her life scared her a little bit. Carole wasn't sure what she should do. Michael Burton had done just the right thing to intrigue her, to get her hot, to make her follow along to the next stop on this magical, wondrous sex tour.
But being eaten out almost in public was a lot different from allowing the man to fuck her. In spite of her lack of shining sex life, she was faithful to Larry. Sometimes Carole didn't understand why, but she was. Fooling around wasn't right. Her church said it was a mortal sin and she could burn in Hell for it. She doubted that, but the training was still there inside her head.
She turned at the door of the auditorium and saw Alex Hansen, the principal, still lecturing about drugs and violence in the school. Carole shook her head and wondered what the man thought of his teachers going out and fucking unsuspecting parents.
For that matter, she wondered what she thought about it. She was too confused to really get a good grip on a clever idea. Carole wiped a spot of sweat off her head as she turned and saw the winding stairs leading up into the projection booth. The tiny room was designed so that pictures could be projected onto a screen behind the principal on stage. When not in use, she guessed the room was perfect for illicit affairs. She went up the winding staircase to have it out with Michael. She had enjoyed what he'd done before, but she couldn't possibly have an affair with him, as much as she would like to. She was married and faithful.
Opening the door of the tiny room, she gasped; She had no idea what he'd meant by this being someplace special. The walls were covered with special acoustic tiles to soak up the sounds of the running projector. She could scream at the top of her lungs and no one would ever hear. For a moment, panic seized her. He could rape her up here and no one would ever know.
Then she calmed down a little. Why should she expect the worst of the man? He hadn't seemed the violent type. And he had risked great deal to eat her pussy. He could have been fired and would never work again as a teacher. She would have been -stared at and nothing more.
"Come in," he invited. "You're just in time for a little private showing of a special feature. " She saw that the windows to the projection booth were mirrored. She looked to the back of the booth and saw a wall-sized screen. The man could turn on the projector, bounce the picture off the mirrors and have it displayed on the back screen. This was both a projection and a viewing booth.
"Some setup. Do you come here often?"
"Sit down, sit down," he urged. She looked around and didn't see any other chair but the one in which Michael sat. She raised her eyebrows slightly and motioned to the lack of other chairs.
"Sit on my lap," he invited.
"Look, Mr. Burton... " "Michael, please. " "Okay, Michael. I'm a married woman and I don't fool around. What you did downstairs was. . . nice. I have to admit you took me by surprise. But it can't go on like that. " "I agree," he said, surprising her. "It can't go on like that. Because I think we both want a lot more than some pussy eating. I'm fairly young and strong and not bad looking and I think you haven't been getting enough. You've got that look. " "What look?" she snapped.
"Discontent. Your mind was wandering all over and when you felt my hand on your leg, you really perked up. You wanted it. And I think you need a lot more than you've gotten so far. So sit down on my lap and watch this little movie I've got in the projector.
She didn't like him being so fight. Did it show? Was she wearing her sexual frustration like a mask? Quietly, she dropped her handbag and went to sit on Michael's lap. She didn't know where all this would lead but it could only be for the best.
"I'll give you these back later," he said, taking her panties from his pocket and showing them to her. "Very nice lace pattern. I like them. "
She gasped. She had forgotten all about her panties. She would have left them on the floor of the auditorium if he hadn't picked them up! She blushed furiously.
"Don't worry about it. With me, everything's cool. Now just sit back and watch one of the teacher training films. " He reached past her, his strong arm brushing across her tits. She shivered a little bit at the touch and watched his powerful. fingers close on the switch. Automatically the lights died down in the room and the projector started up.
She gasped. The picture on the back wall wasn't what she had expected.
The film was hardly a training film for teachers, not unless the curriculum had changed drastically. What she saw was a pornographic movie. She turned to protest and felt strong fingers at her waist holding her firmly in position.
Quiet," he hissed, "Watch the action. You'll be quizzed on it later..
Carole turned and slumped down a bit on the man slap. This was disgusting. And what they were doing on the screen was disgusting, too. She couldn't imagine that people would allow such lewd things to be photographed. Yet, something began to stir inside her.
She hadn't realized such a position was possible. The woman in the picture, a lovely blonde, was holding onto the back of a chair. The naked man with the huge prick moved up behind her and lifted her legs off the floor. Holding her legs like the handles on a wheelbarrow, he moved into the vee of her crotch.
His cock was a monster. Carole cringed a little as he drove that prick directly into the woman's cunt.
"Oh, God, yes, fuck me! I needed it so badly. You're such a fucker!" the woman on the screen said. And then there wasn't any more dialog. They didn't need it. Carole felt herself holding her breath as she watched the man's long cock part the pinkly scalloped cunt lips and then plunge deep into the woman's pussy.
She felt herself responding to the pictures on the screen. Her own cunt remembered what it was like getting that much cock and all at once. The smooth fucking rhythm, the growing sense of tension inside followed by the atomic bomb release of orgasm.
And the position. She wondered how they maintained it. She could see their muscles straining as the man fucked the woman. The woman's arms were tensed, as was her entire body.
Michael whispered hotly into her ear, "The straining to keep the position makes everything more intense. When she comes, it'll be one hell of a big one. " Carole looked in open mouthed awe as soon as she saw the man was right. She wondered what it would be like to have a come that powerful. She had had some nice ones in the past, but nothing so potent. She felt hands working up under her blouse. She tried to push the hands away but something prevented it. Her own body was rebelling against her! "Relax and watch the film. Enjoy it. And we'll both enjoy each other. I promise it, beautiful lady. " She shivered a little as his hands worked off her bra. The snaps came loose easily under his deft touch. Larry had never mastered the art of getting her out of her bra. She shrugged her shoulders once and found herself naked to the waist. In the flickering light cast by the movie, she saw her tits standing firm and conical and ready for anything.
He cupped her boobs with his hands and lifted. She sighed and fell back against the man's broad chest. It felt as if he were the first to ever touch her tits. She was as excited as a teenaged girl going out on her first date. When his fingers closed on her nipples, she almost came.
The reaction surprised her. Larry had fondled her tits for fifteen years and she'd never gotten a thrill like this from it. Michael took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and started rolling the hard little nubbins of flesh around in circles. She sighed and pressed forward to fill his hands with her tit flesh..
"You like it, don't you?" he asked, his breath hot in her ear. She didn't answer. His tongue began working against her ear. This turned her on in a big way. Her ears were sensitive as was the skin around her neck. His tongue lightly brushed across the nape of her neck.
She felt her pussy begin to flow. With her eyes half open, she could see everything happening on the screen. The man was stuffing his long, hard prick all the way up into the woman's pussy from behind. He was fucking her like a bitch in heat.
A bitch in heat. Just like Carole felt inside! "Fuck me, Michael. I want your prick moving back and forth in me just like that!" She pointed weakly to the screen. All she could see was a closeup of a cock sliding quickly in and out of an agitated pussy. Her own cunt was drooling obscenely in its need.
"Yes, of course I will. Soon, very soon. " His hand began kneading her tits as if they were hunks of dough. She sobbed out her need now. He was lighting fires in her body she'd thought long dead. No matter how she turned or twisted, he was there to give her fresh, new excitement.
His thumbs pressed down firmly into her nipples, making the hard pebbles of flesh vanish in the marshmallowy soft underpinning of titflesh. He started rotating her boobs, one clockwise and the other in the opposite direction. She thought he was trying to rip them from her chest. And she didn't care.
The flames of desire blasted down into her lungs. She felt her tits filling with more and more blood as her excited heart beat faster and faster. She sucked in liquid fire and her throat felt as if it were coated with sandpaper.
Reaching back over her shoulder, she pressed her fingers to his head, holding it close to her shell-like ear. She moaned out, "My cunt! Fuck my cunt! I need your prick fucking me. I do, I doooooo!"
His tongue shot bard into her ear, fucking it like a cock fucks a pussy. She was putty in his hands. Anything he wanted, she would do unquestioningly. She had thought she was sophisticated and a woman of the world. How little she really knew of her own body, her own desires. She had been deprived of satisfying fucking for too long not to respond to the man's masterful touch.
She was in a daze as she felt his hands working her skirt up around her waist. Her cunt gleamed in the reflected light from the movie screen. She glanced down at her pussy and. saw tiny dewdrops of fuck fluid glittering in her thick brown bush. She had the wild thought that her pussy was even prettier than the one of the actress in the pornographic movie flashing across the screen in front of her.
"It's a lot prettier," said Michael, as if reading her mind. "And. I love it even more than any on the screen. " He moved her with assured hands. She lifted and put her hands down to the thick bulge in his pants. Running the zipper down the track with a metallic hiss, she released his cock. It snapped to rigid attention. She sucked in her breath when she saw how huge his cock was..
"It... it's even bigger than the one that guy has!" she marveled, looking up to the screen to compare sizes. She'd thought the actor was well hung, but Michael's cock would have pleased any stallion. He was hung like a bull! "And it's all yours, if you want it," he teased her.
"I want it! I want it all in my cunt, fucking me hard!"
She positioned herself over that long pole of hard manmeat. She guided the purpled head until it was pressing against her pussy lips. For a moment, she savored the feelings racing through her body. She hardly recognized some of them. This was the way fucking should be. She shivered and anticipated. And the woman rammed the cock all the way up into her pussy.
The impact made both of them gasp. She felt the long, hot pole of cock rip into her tightly clenched cunt. She hadn't thought he would be this big around. Long, sure, but guys with long cocks tended to be thin. Or so she'd thought. Michael was huge in circumference as well as in length. He had a real pussy pleaser.
The woman felt robbed of all her strength. She could only sit there, the cock pulsating wildly inside the tight confines of her fuck channel. Moving a little to one side made the long cock swing around inside her pussy. The cunt walls twisted and turned with her movement, making her passions soar.
"I never thought it would be like this," she moaned.
The man whispered hotly into her ear, stimulating and sensitizing the already aroused flesh even more, "It'll get better. Believe me. It's going to be the best fuck ever!"
She believed him. She peered through half-opened eyes at the screen and the movie going through the wild gyrations of a frantic fucking. She knew how the actress on the screen felt. She was experiencing the same wildly rampaging emotions inside her own body.
She fried to itemize all the things the teacher was doing to her. She could see the couple fucking on the movie screen that made her feel horny just seeing it. But his hands were relentlessly stroking and caressing and fondling her tits. He knew all the right ways of drawing this fingers across the bumpy plains of her aureoles. A quick stab with his fingers pressed already taut nipples down into a sea of fine tit flesh. She felt growing excitement every time he moved against her tits.
And then his hot breath on her earlobe was superb. When he began nibbling and gnawing on the tiny flap of flesh, she came. The woman tried to hold it back, but she couldn't. She'd never realized her ears were this sensitive.
But maybe it was the combination of things. She had never had a man nibbling at her ear while fondling her tits,, while watching a porno movie and while having his bucking, virile cock planted a11 the way up her pussy.
"More," she begged piteously. "I need more of your sweet cock. fuck me as hard as you caaaaaaan!"
He had already begun to lift her up and off his prick. As she said the final words of her plaintive demand, he dropped her. The woman's hips came rocketing down around the swiftly impaling spike of his cock. He rammed all the way up into her tenderly yielding pussy.
She got the idea. He was sitting in the chair. She was the one who could move. She moved. Slowly at first, then with growing confidence. The woman felt a surge of freedom that she hadn't felt since she was married.
She could control her own fucking! She went wild. Her hips flew up and down the now well-lubricated shaft of his cock. She felt her cunt walls stretch and tremble as they expanded to take the huge girth and length. She fucked herself faster. His hands on her tits encouraged her. The sight of what was happening on the screen made her feel guilty she wasn't fucking herself fast enough. She speeded up.
For a moment, she worried the man might not like this. But his quick squeezes on her tits reassured her. And the way his tongue shot in and out of her ear told her all she needed to know.
He loved this fucking as much as she did.
Straining, arching her back a little, the brunette fucked herself faster and faster until she thought her cunt would burn up with the friction of cock against cunt. She came. She came like a ton of bricks falling off a tall building. She wanted to stop, to rest, to let the man catch up with her.
He didn't do it. His hands on her boobs kept her frantically fucking herself. She shot up and down like a rocket. The sudden intrusion of his cock into her seething pussy was second only to the suction formed by his prick as it left. She thought her guts would come out after his prick. But they didn't. Only her passions flowed.
"I can't take any moooooore!"
"You can. You will!" he told her.
And she did.
Her mind refused to comprehend all that was happening to her body. The sexual tensions that usually mounted and weren't released had been set free. She came and came and came. And his hard fucking prick built up the tensions inside her belly again. And released them again.
She was dazed, her mind numbed by all the fucking. She could only gasp and ride his prick harder and harder. She felt the warm, throbbing, prick in her pussy expand. She vaguely realized he was going to blast off into her sucking cunt at any second.
She fucked herself even faster.
When the sweet rush of his jism hit her agitated cunt walls, she got off again. She fucked herself as hard as she could on his prick while it was still firm and hot against her cunt walls. His hand on her clit set her off again.
Everything conspired to get her off. She soared on the hot winds of orgasm until she was drained and weak.
His prick slowly went limp and slipped from her cunt amid a flow of her own fuck juices and his come.
Never had Carole felt this drained and wonderful after fucking. She had come like a string of firecrackers going off. She could hardly believe this had happened to her.
And he said, "I'm sorry. " "For what?" "For coming so soon. But you're a real fox and your cunt sort of sucked it out of me. The next time will be better. " She didn't believe him. But she should have. The next time they fucked, like in the movie, it was the best ever for her.
CHAFFER FOUR
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.