Chapter 9

For awhile there, I thought I'd screwed it up by moving too fast. Carolyn was so silent, her eyes gone opaque and even her normally mobile lips were still Then she said, her voice only the shadow of a whisper, "Charlie—my Charlie, making it with your wife? And you didn't care?”

"I cared," I answered. "Oh yes, I really eared—but not in jealousy or anger or with a punctured ego. I cared in love, because I love Betty, and anything that makes her happy is supposed to make me happy. And she's ecstatic when Charlie is fucking her, when she's squirming and hunching on that boy's stiff prick. It turns me on, too. Watching them that first time, I did something I haven't done since I was a lad—I jacked off.”

She turned her face away. I looked down at her breasts and saw the slow rising of her nipples as they firmed, and I knew that everything was going to be all right, that Carolyn Jessup's emotions were warm within her now, her mind racing through images of her lusty young son putting the meat to Betty. Or maybe she was seeing other vivid scenes, I thought-such as Charlie between her own long legs, her son shoving a solid and thrilling part of him back into the hot cavity he'd come from, and would come into.

"He's quite a boy," I murmured, touching one nipple with a fingertip, "and what better teacher could he have than my wife? No fumbling or awkwardness, no trouble with another lad—just plenty of wild, sweet pussy as he experiments and plays and lives out every erotic fantasy he ever had inside his head. Most of us grow up and get old without ever having such an opportunity.”

"Yes," she said, "I know. Rich, it's just that—well, I'm having a little trouble adjusting to the idea. Here I was, feeling guilty about fucking you—not only because of Betty, but for my kids, too. And I'm told that one of them is screwing a married woman older than I am. He—he's always been such a child.”

"To you," I said. "To Betty, he's a horny young stud, a sex pupil, a wonderful new lover. Maybe there's something incestuous there, too; but whatever, my wife is having more fun than ever, and passing that happiness along to me.”

Then she turned her face back and looked at me, long bronze lashes shading her eyes. "But the two of you with her?”

"No different from what you were thinking about you and me and Betty. When fucking is blended like that, three people sharing and mixing and turning on—you have to experience it to really know what it's like. When Charlie and I take turns fucking Betty, or she goes down on one of us while the other has his prick in her hot pussy, I like it much better, and so do they. Coming over here in the truck this morning, he and I were talking about her and about us, discussing what we'd like to do, talking it over. Charlie is as proud of my wife's ability to fuck as I am.”

Carolyn shivered against me, and her tongue slid out to moisten her lips; her nipple pulsed between my fingers. "I—I don't know what to think. My son—your wife; you and me; it's all so mixed up and against everything I grew up with.”

"Did you grow up happy?" I asked.

Her straying fingers found my limp prick and wandered over it. "Not until now, and you're telling me there's greater joy to be had; more than you and I, more than here and now.”

"Believe it," I said, caressing her breasts and kissing the tip of her ear. "Whatever you want, any time you crave it, with any of us, all of us.”

A tremor moved through her body again, and Carolyn said softly, "When you were eating my pussy, that was the pinnacle, the very ultimate to me, and all I could think of was how wonderful, how wonderfully insane—and I wanted to make you as happy as you made me. I will, Rich." Her fingers were more insistent, the nails probing gently into the base of my cock, then drifting down to cup my balls, and I knew what she had in mind.

"Whatever you want," I repeated, and her face slid down my throat, Carolyn's hot tongue licking a trail of dampness across my skin. She kissed my hairy chest, and suddenly fastened her mouth upon one of my own flat nipples, nipping it between her sharp teeth. A new and violent thrill shot through me then, my prick beginning to come to life in her hand, growing and stretching itself.

Licking and sucking upon my nipple, she played with my hardening cock, stroking and tickling the shaft, fondling the swelling head until she felt, as I did, the slow leakage of pre-seminal fluid from its slot. Carolyn's long body was writhing sinuously as she traveled down my tensed flesh, and I figured she was remembering in detail the way I had gone down on her a short time before, replaying the scene for my gratification. She was totally new to oral love, as my wife had been, but she was just as willing to discover its secrets.

Her hot mouth was at my belly now, that eager tongue sliding and tingling, dipping into my navel to twist there and stab narrow, blazing lancets of flame deeply into me. Carolyn was letting herself go, allowing her desires to flow freely as the gathered juices were flowing within the oiled oven of her vagina. So she didn't follow the previous script act for act, but threw in some innovations of her own—as when she sucked my belly button up into her teeth and chewed lightly upon it.

Damn! My asshole drew tight and my legs quivered against the bed. When she let go there, Carolyn moved her head just enough so that she could wrap the silken netting of that sunshine-colored hair around my now upright and rigid shaft. She washed the thick and scented waves of that golden hair over my prick, using it to caress, to tease, forcing the sensitive knob back and forth through the ultra-soft cascade. It was a hell of a sensation, those gossamer webs sliding around my cock.

Then her lips were working at the sac of my balls, nibbling the hairy scrotum, and in turn, pulling the balls themselves into her mouth, where she could suck gently upon them and spread little electric jolts throughout my body. For a woman who had never done anything like this before, Carolyn was very good at it, probably because she was doing exactly as she wanted, keen to bring me the most in erotic pleasures. And in such selfless giving, she was also taking unto herself, and that was as it should be, of course.

She trailed her tongue upward along the underside of my veined shaft, taking all the time she desired, making every nerve of my prick throb with anticipation, titillating me almost beyond endurance, so that my belly was flexing and my ass was rolling.

Like butterfly wings, her soft lips fluttered around my cockhead, that humid tongue flicking, coiling, touching, and I wondered if at that moment Carolyn might be thinking of my wife doing the same thing to her son. As each mental barrier went down in turn, this lovely woman would accept her own sensuality without reservation and grow to reveal in it, I was certain. I reached down and caressed her flowing hair as she cupped her mouth over the head of my stiff prick, and trembled when Carolyn pushed the tip of that hot tongue down into the slit.

Now she was tasting my fluids, I thought, savoring the strange flavor within her mouth, soaking them into her taste buds and knowing the male strength of me. Carolyn slid her mouth down, slid my cockhead along her tongue and back, back, until it touched that enchanted velvet of her throat. It wasn't too much for her, that initial reaching that pressed against such a sensitive place; my wife had almost gagged before recovering, but this woman didn't flinch. It was as if she had been waiting for that particular moment for all her repressed life.

Carolyn moaned around my cockhead, and slowly, tantalizingly, began to move her head up and down to create the sensuous rhythm of fucking, to have her eager mouth imitate the loving actions of her cunt. Her lips became her labia, and her tongue was a vagina, as her throat was transformed into a womb, ready to receive the seeding of my semen.

Stroking her hair, I humped gently to her, grinding my pelvis, rubbing my crotch into her chin and throat as she played her fingers into my balls and the crack of my ass, as she traced the circumference of my stem.

"You're terrific," I said. "Carolyn, baby—your mouth is almost hot as your sweet pussy, and you're really doing a great job of eating my cock, Ahh, darling—yes, that's it; tickle me with your tongue, and suck on me a little.”

Her cheeks dipped in and out, and she kept her tongue very busy, playing it not only over the touchy cockhead, but down along the shaft itself, purposefully delaying the climax, holding off my orgasm as long as she possibly could without taking her hungry mouth from .around my surging prick.

I’ve said that my wife was a natural-born cock-sucker, and so was Carolyn Jessup. To be really good at eating a prick, a woman has to adore having a man's meat in her mouth; she has to love it there as much as if that rod was sliding against her clit. And she has to want his semen, crave it as another person might crave booze or dope, be hooked on the musky, powerful come physiologically as well as psychologically. Carolyn was like that, from the first magic moment when she took my cockhead into her seeking lips.

So I fed my meat into her mouth, prodding the cup of her throat with it, delighting in the hot, wet suction she built up around my knob, and squirming from the caresses of Carolyn's long fingers. She was concentrating them low in my crotch now, never changing the beat of her bobbing head as she felt along the crack of ray tender ass, up and down, tormenting the little knot of my hole. I was also trying to make the moment last, stretching my legs and keeping them spread widely, prolonging this slow rapture and relishing getting head from this woman I had always admired.

She made another move I hadn't been expecting, working the very tip of one finger into my asshole and making me shiver all over. But as she teased that tip into my body, there was no holding back any more, and I guess Carolyn knew damned well what she was doing, because she stepped up the sliding, tugging movement of her mouth, and her tongue vibrated madly over my cockhead.

"Oh, you beautiful bitch!" I gasped. "Ahh-suck me, baby—eat me alive—ah, ah! Yes, darling—you can have it all, and here it comes—I'm hitting it, Carolyn, hitting it!”

Siphoning, drawing like a suction pump, she pulled the semen from the shuddering, spasming head of my sensitive cock. My come gushed crazily forth, a spate of thick, creamy sauce that flushed through her greedy mouth and spattered into Carolyn's throat. I clung to her head, holding it in position as I worked my shaft in and out, my cockhead spitting all the time, deluging her mouth with my inner juices. She gulped the thick stuff, swallowed and tugged for more, more. She tried to force my prick all the way down her throat, and I could feel the weird, exotic shuddering of darkly clutching velvets there.

"Ummm," she groaned, "ummm" and maybe she tried to form words around the wetness of my heaving prick, but I couldn't understand them, if she did. It was enough to know that she was adoring my cock, that she was drinking down my semen as if it was the most delicious nectar she had ever tasted. The ring of her teeth were gentle but stimulating around the base of my shaft, and Carolyn kept that finger working in my ass, attempting to lift yet more fluid from my draining balls.

But they were empty for now, sagging dolefully within their wrinkled sac, contracting upon themselves as their tiny engines ran down. In time, Carolyn slipped her fingertip from my body and lifted her mouth from my prick, lingering to plant a final loving loss upon the strained knob before snuggling her face into my lower belly, momentarily sated and content.

I guess I drowsed off for awhile, warm and completely relaxed, for when I opened my eyes again, Carolyn was lying beside me, her lips close to mine. Naturally, I kissed them, running my tongue over them and into her mouth, sensing the musky aroma there. She was soft and loving, her body melted into that peculiar, boneless resilience that comes over a woman when she has been sexually gratified.

"It was marvelous," she breathed, "so different from what I might have expected—if I ever thought about doing that at all. I guess I did think about it, though; subconsciously, anyway, because it seemed as if I knew exactly what to do.”

"Umm," I said.

And she went on. "Does Betty do it to you like that, or has she a different technique? I can close my eyes and picture her kissing the head of your prick, but when I try to imagine her doing it to Charlie, things get kind of blurred and fade away.”

"You'll just have to watch her do it," I said.

"And she won't mind somebody staring at her? I—even if she doesn't, then my son will.”

"No," I disagreed. "Charlie might be a little nervous the first time, with his own mother standing by, but once Betty gets those ripe lips wrapped around that boy's hard prick, he'll forget about everything else." Then I said, "Carolyn—have you thought about anything else, thought all this through to the inevitable conclusions?”

She turned on her side and propped upon one elbow so that she could look into my face. Her tits pushed themselves together. "What do you mean, Rich?”

"Oh, I'm not talking about pregnancies or jealous flare-ups or anybody else finding out about our sex parties. All that can be easily handled, discreetly taken care of. I mean—well, you and your son,”

Carolyn chewed her lower lip. "Charlie and—and me? Fucking? I—I guess I have been thinking about that, but I'm having a tough time getting it straight in my head. I can see how he'll get turned on, just knowing that I'm watching him screw Betty—and even more so if he sees you put it to me. And I'll admit that something of the kind might very well happen to me, seeing my son as a lover instead of a kid, seeing his prick sliding into Betty's cunt, seeing your wife go down on Charlie as I just did to you, and watching him squirm, hearing him moan as he comes—but, damnit—I just don't know, Rich. I just don't know about anything like that.”

I said, "Then don't push it; just let things take their natural course, Carolyn. He'll be there with us—right there when you and Betty and I make it together, but not if that's going to upset you and turn you off. Charlie is an understanding kid; he'll do whatever makes it easier for you and the rest of us.”

She nodded, then closed her eyes and rolled back over onto her back. Quiet for awhile, she then said very softly, "And I suppose all of this will sooner or later include little Kim? Oh, Rich, my daughter is so young and tiny—”

"That's something else that can wait its proper time, when and if," I said. "But if you don't ship Kim off somewhere, she's bound to discover what's going on and know that we've been lying to her.”

*All right," she said. “I’ll try to stop worrying about everyone else, and just think about you and me and Betty. She—your wife is so lovely, Rich; I can see how my Charlie would fall in love with her.”

I chuckled. "We call Betty our wife, you know.”

Carolyn opened her eyes and grinned back. “Then I’ll call you our husband. I feel that way about you, Rich—as if you're my real husband and my very first lover and all the men I've ever wanted, rolled into one. But I also keep thinking about Betty, and being naked with her while you do things to us, while we do a lot of things for you.”

"And maybe for each other," I suggested, the thought coming off the top of my head and getting an answer in the treble of my limp prick. I saw them together, these two beautiful but so different women, their nude bodies moving against each other, one dark and one golden.

"Tonight?" Carolyn asked. "Can we go over there tonight?”

I caressed the damp and quivering mound of her bronzed pussy. "Why not?”