Chapter 8
She locked the doors anyhow, moving quickly and nervously around the house and double checking, fearful that her children might come in and catch her doing the unbelievable with the neighbor guy they all knew so well. If only Carolyn realized how well her son knew me, I thought, and wondered how I was going to go about breaking that stunning news to her. It would be a jolt for her, discovering that Charlie was fucking my wife, and Carolyn was so close to Betty, too. She was already feeling guilty about making it with me, even with my wife's approval. I don't think the full import of my conversation with Betty on the phone had completely sunken in as yet.
But Carolyn had been lonely too long, and from the few remarks she'd made about her unhappy marriage, she had never really been content in her sex life with her ex-husband. That furious bout of screwing with me in the barn had just gotten her started, and now her entire body was awakened, every nerve end stirring, coming to life, eager and expectant. This f woman's lovely, slim body was in control of her mind, s that growing passion overwhelming her logic. And that was just fine with me; I was more than ready to continue her sensual education, finding myself in somewhat the same position as my wife was with Charlie.
But I didn't push it; I waited calmly while she took a bath, raiding her fridge for a can of cold beer, then going into the shower myself. I came back into the living room with only a towel wrapped around my hips, but she wasn't there, so I turned to one of the bedrooms, and found her huddled beneath a sheet, with the curtains drawn and the room in shadow. Carolyn's bedroom smelled like her, fresh and clean, with only a hint of woman musk, but that whisper of scent was compelling.
Moving to the bed, I stood over it, looking down at the glory of her golden hair spread upon the pillow, her turned-aside face and the wondrous length of that lean body hidden under the cover. Bending to flick on the bed lamp, I drew the sheet down, exposing her trembling flesh, and said softly, There's nothing to hide, Carolyn; nothing to be ashamed of. You have a gorgeous body, so be proud of it, darling.”
I dropped the towel and felt my shaft thickening as it gorged itself, as my senses were stimulated by the sight of that new, exciting flesh spread before me like a delicious feast, that womanly yet shy body so beguiling in its smoothness and elegant shapings. Her bronze fleece was thickly, luxuriously piled below her flat and tremulous belly, shaggy between Carolyn's lean, sleek thighs. The darkly pink faucets of her firmly rounded tits were sticking up hard and eager, and there was a special sheen to all her skin, a warm radiance glowing from deep within her.
Lying down beside her, I began to caress her, kissing her cheek lightly, nibbling gently at her ear, then touching into its shell with the top of my questing tongue. A shudder rippled through her, but I didn't prolong that teasing, but moved my mouth over to her wide and generous lips. My hands were on her breasts, my fingers rolling those erectile nipples between thumb and forefinger as my tongue fed itself into the warm, damp cavity of her mouth. She was still holding back, yet a little afraid of what she was getting into, but her tongue relaxed beneath my probing, and her spiced breath blended with my own, warmly, warmly. Trailing my mouth down the pale stalk of her throat, I licked along her collarbone, then into the perfumed valley between her breasts. There was time for us now, no desperate hurry, and no need for frenzied clutchings. I found the glove of one quaking tit and lapped over it, sucking the nipple between my lips and adoring it with my tongue before opening my mouth wide and drawing the entire small mound into it.
Carolyn heaved against me then, her body snapping taut and her belly straining, twisting to find my own. Her tongue lanced sizzling along my neck as she bent her head down, but I released the delectable globe of her breast and slid my mouth along her rib cage, delicately nipping the flawless skin, laving it with moistness and love. Now my hands were upon her svelte hips, feeling the fine molding of the bones beneath her flesh, my thumbs slipping into the joining of her precision-made thighs.
Now the exotic aroma of her snatch lifted into my spread nostrils, pungent and stimulating, and my tongue dragged tantalizingly across her flexing belly, to pause at her navel. Thrusting deeply into the cunning indentation, I twirled it there while Carolyn gasped and shuddered, her hands grasping at my shoulders and trying, at this final moment, to lift me away from her crotch. All her old programming was at work, insisting that she deny her raw need, but I wasn't about to let her get away. I wanted the taste of that sweetly enchanting pussy as much as she actually wanted me to go into it.
Her cunt hair feathered against my lips, and I rubbed my cheek into the resilient brush, my nose into the pristine velvet of her thigh. I could feel the straining of her body, the taut expectancy, and my prick throbbed in response as I turned my face full into the luscious, moist mound. Now Carolyn's pubic hair was against my teeth, and my lips sought the honeyed cunt opening. I had learned a lot by going down on my wife and delighted in the flinching of this woman's humid labia when my tongue tickled there. She tasted of hot spices and liquid fires, her cunt lips pulsing as I sucked them into my mouth, my hands going down and under the lean cheeks of her firm ass to lift that palatable crotch for the feasting.
Driving my tongue deeply then, I rammed its length into the shivering depths of Carolyn's vagina, feeling the delightfully slick membranes, sliding through wet satins and oily silks. Her pelvis bucked, and she gave a longing little roll of her ass. I burrowed into that steamy hole, circling my mouth into and over the pussy lips, licking and teasing with my tongue, pressing my teeth into the giving softness.
Savory juices flowed into my mouth, .and I sucked upon them, then let go suddenly to work my face into her throbbing snatch, feeling up under the clitoral hood to discover the thrumming nubbin that was the seat of her passions. Carolyn cried out then, a wordless gasp of utter pleasure, and she thrust strongly with her pelvis as I toyed with her clit, pressing down upon it, lapping it, sucking the torrid growth into my teeth and holding it there with great tenderness.
"Oh! Oh, Rich-I can't stand it-this is too much, and I'm going crazy! Oh please—oh lord, lord! My pussy is going wild!”
Gobbling into her heaving pussy, I sucked and released, tongued and chewed, adoring every surging of her crotch, delving deeply into the woman's marvelously exciting snatch, giving her something that she had never had before, eating Carolyn's pussy and truly releasing her magnificent sexuality.
"Rich, Rich!" she cried. Tm coming—oh, what a fantastic sensation—coming and coming and coming!”
Churning her cunt into my hung mouth, she ground it there, struggling to get my entire face into her surging vagina, her slim thighs now closing in to trap my head between them, the narrow cheeks of her ass thrusting and recoiling in the fury of her orgasm. I didn't stop eating her, not even when she fell back, but continued to probe and lick, to siphon upon that clitoris until it leaped back into life.
Carolyn Jessup moaned and writhed, alternately coiling her long and supple legs over my shoulders, and lowering them to drum her heels into the mattress. Her ass rolled left to right, then drove directly into my mouth, pumping back and forth, at last breaking that particular rhythm to swivel in spiraling arcs. I don't know how many times she came, but it was often, each cresting a fiery explosion that shook her slender body and caused more syrupy juices to seep into my greedy lips. I swallowed the slippery liquid, reveling in its hot richness, the exotic nectar more tasteful than the best wines. But at last, I thought I should let her go, and my super-hard prick was aching for its own relief, so I lifted my dripping face from the steaming nest of her hairy mound and kissed my way back up Carolyn's momentarily supine body. Up over her flat belly, up along her leanly modeled rib cage to her quiescent breasts with their softened nipples.
Then I gave her a taste of her own cunt juices, feeding the residual wetness from my lips into hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth so that she would know the intriguing flavors and perhaps adore them as I did. Directing itself, my cockhead fumbled into Carolyn's damply matted pubic hairs, reaching down and then up into the inflamed wetness of her pussy lips. There would be plenty of time for varied positions, I thought, many opportunities to seat my cock into this fabulous, narrow snatch from different angles, but for now, the old-fashioned way was just fine.
The woman's thighs veed wider to receive me, and her mound lifted as my flanged knob settled into the greased and torrid entrance to her snatch. I pushed it through the oily elastic of her labia, and felt up into the tight, sizzling sleeve of her volatile cunt, feeling the velvet walls give way, only to snuggle around my hard shaft as it slipped home its full and eager length.
Dewy and tingling, the hairs of her crack fondled my balls, and I stroked my cock slowly inside the clenching sheath of Carolyn's pussy, relishing every tiny tremor of it, building my rhythm easily. She responded the same way, rotating her sculptured ass gently, rocking sinuously back and forth upon the tender pistoning of my rigid shaft. It was as good as fucking her that first, violent time, when I had almost raped Carolyn Jessup. Her screwing now was sweet and sexy, her tight vagina undulating along and around my moving prick and her crotch oscillating into my pelvis.
Against my throat, she said, "My darling, my lover—I still can't believe you're real, that you can do all these fantastic things to me. Fucking has never been this wonderful for me—oohh! Ah, Rich; you've made me come more times than I ever did with my husband, in all the years we were married. Your prick is so hard and round, and—ahhh!—how I adore it. Just keep fucking me, lover; just keep right on sliding your lovely stiff cock into my greedy pussy. I love you—oohh!—and I love your prick—oohh!—and I adore the way you fuck me.”
Taking her by the ass, I rolled us over, moving onto my back so that her slender but muscular thighs were spread around my hips. My cock was sunken firmly into the spongy socket of her sleeve, reaching deeper now because of the change in position, and Carolyn gasped as she felt my knob probe into her cervix.
"How—how long are your" she groaned. "My husband never went this deep into my pussy before. Itch yes—oh yes, darling, this is wonderful, too.”
I watched her superbly conditioned body squirm upon my embedded prick as she took up the movements, and I saw her fine, high tits move, felt her pear-shaped buttocks flexing against my palms. Shy no longer, Carolyn stared down into my face, the tip of her pink tongue flicking her generous lips, its motion timed to the strokes she was making on my submerged prick.
Running her hands up and down my body, she seesawed her cunt over my shaft as she bent forward to press her open mouth to mine, as she drilled the hard points of those pert breasts into my sweaty chest.
Now her tongue snaked along my own, and her teeth raked gently over mine as our panting breaths mixed within our locked mouths. Our bellies slid together and our crotches ground thrillingly. Bit by bit, the pace of our fucking picked up, until we were thrusting swiftly, blurringly, with Carolyn hunching and churning so that my meat was fondled madly by her seething pussy. She was hot and tight and narrow, and my cockhead touched bottom with every hungry stroke.
"Baby," I gasped into her mouth, "oh baby—you're a fabulous screw. You're as terrific as my wife—oh, Carolyn, your cunt is so juicy and slippery, and uh-ah-uh!—I'm about to come, darling. I'm going to let go a load of semen into your adorable pussy—here it COMES!”
She said huskily. "Pump it into me, darling. Oh, let it all go into my cunt—ahh! I can feel it squirting inside me, all hot and thick and bubbling. I love it, adore it—all that rich man juice geysering up into my vagina, and—and—I'm coming, too!”
We shuddered together, clung together tightly and hotly while the diminishing spurts of my semen streamed into Carolyn's wondrous snatch and rained back down over my spasming cockhead. Gentle, spastic quakes shook her vagina from end to end, massaging my prick with muscular ripples. She was learning to do tricks with her pussy, I thought as I melted within her body: losing her hang-ups step by step, this alluring woman was letting her basic sensuality come to the surface, making the fucking infinitely better for both of us.
As I relaxed, I knew that it would be easy to lead her into the next move, to have her go down on me, to know the feel and flavor of a man's cock in her for the first time, but I wondered how she would accept the fact that her young son was putting the meat to her dearest woman friend, my passionate wife. Carolyn was a mother, and as such, was bound to be protective of her children, even though she had so recently discovered the thrills of illicit sex herself. Could she as easily and logically give the same permission to her son?
Then of course, there was the matter of her little girl Kim, just turning nubile and perhaps feeling the first stirrings of youthful passion. Even if Carolyn reconciled herself to Charlie putting his hard meat to Betty, she might very well balk at extending the same land of acceptance to her daughter. The lad was no doubt a virgin, I thought, as Kim's mother writhed sinuously upon my buried prick, and was built so small that it would be a physical problem to get into that tiny pussy. But the child would have to be included if the rest of us were to continue screwing so freely. In this part of the country, trouble travels swiftly via word of mouth, and we sure as all hell didn't want destructive gossip being spread about us.
Thank you," Carolyn breathed against my cheek, her ass still doing slow ticktocks. Thank you for fucking me and eating my pussy. You opened a whole new world to me, Rich, and showed me how lonely I really was, how silly and repressed my life has been up to now. But no more, darling—oh, never like that any more. For the first time, my thoughts are running wild and free, and I'm seeing so many erotic and exciting pictures. You—you won't think I'm crazy, if I say that I—well, I'd like very much to do it with you and Betty, the three of us together? I love her, too, Rich; I honestly do.”
So Carolyn actually made that initial, important move, and when I didn't reply immediately, she rushed on: "I mean—well, look; you told her about us on the phone, and she thinks it's okay for me to screw you, doesn't she? So she might go along with my idea, and we could sort of share you.”
I said, "She'll like the idea, Carolyn. She’ll love it, because Betty has just opened up, too. Both of us have, I guess. This swinging is new to my family, you know. My wife and I were becoming bored with each other, until—until something fabulous happened to turn us on to each other all over again.”
Gently, she slid her dripping pussy from around my softening cock and rolled off me, pillowing her face into my shoulder, and said, "What was it? Tell me, Rich.”
Taking a deep breath, I said, "You have to know sooner or later, anyhow. I was wondering how to go about breaking the news to you, but since you feel you'd like to fuck me with my wife, here goes: Charlie is what happened to Betty and me. Your son Charlie. I came home early and found him fucking my wife in our bedroom.”
Carolyn's head snapped up and her wide eyes stared into mine. "What?”
I stroked her hair, calming her as I might a spooky horse. "They were really screwing, both of them in such rapture that it was beautiful to see. And horny to watch; that boy can fuck forever and never lose his hard-on. When the three of us got together, with me screwing her while she went down on him, I thought the world was going to explode around us.”
Wordlessly, Carolyn kept staring into my eyes.