Chapter 2
Caroline had driven halfway to her Tupperware party before she remembered she had forgotten her checkbook. Sighing resignedly, she turned around and drove back to the house.
To her surprise, she saw that Doug's car was still in the driveway. "That's funny," she murmured. "I thought he had an appointment."
She wondered idly if he had sent home the babysitter. Strange how quiet it was, she thought a she quietly let herself into the living room. Doug usually had the television on when he was home.
Caroline's checkbook was in the top drawer of her dresser in the bedroom. She was almost to the bedroom door when she heard the sounds.
Stopping dead, Caroline could hardly believe she was hearing what she was hearing. There was no mistaking the quick panting breaths and low earthy moans for anything else. Somebody was making love.
For several seconds Caroline stood stupidly, her mouth hanging open. She searched frantically in her mind for some other kind of explanation for what she knew was going on inside the bedroom. Maybe it was just the babysitter and not Doug. Maybe Debbie had one of her boyfriends in there.
But then, why was Doug's car in the driveway?
Caroline almost turned away from the bedroom door and left the house. The thought of what she would see on the other side of that half-closed door made her sick.
But she had to know far sure.
With a trembling hand, Caroline slowly pushed the door open. Automatically she looked toward the bed. Oh God! Caroline's hand went to her mouth as she stared at Doug and Debbie.
Caroline was opposite the lower left-hand corner of the bed. She was staring almost straight up Debbie's splayed legs, and she could see that Doug was rubbing the tip of his big cock up and down the girl's pussy-slit.
Too stunned to react, Caroline just stood there staring, chewing on her knuckles. She was still standing there frozen, her mind blank, when Doug started ramming his thick rod up into the young girl's cunt.
Why aren't I doing anything? Caroline wondered. Why am just letting them go ahead with it?
She seemed unable to move or make a sound.
Oddly enough, she was wondering how Doug's huge shaft was going to fit up inside Debbie's tight young cunt. She had often wondered how that obscenely big prick ever fitted up her own cunt.
Now she was going to see how it was done. Caroline heard Debbie moaning and shrieking for mercy as Doug shoved his cock up into her pussy. From her vantage point, Caroline saw the girl's pussy-lips spread impossibly far apart. Her cuntal opening resisted for a moment, holding up the steady advance of Doug's cock.
Then the tight sphincter muscles gave up the fight. Doug's prick slowly shoved up inside the narrow channel. It looked to the watching Caroline as if it was taking everything up inside with it-the tender pink inner pussy-lips, some of the sparse, light-colored cunt-hair, everything.
Then Doug's bulk blotted out the babysitter's cunt. He was all the way in. Caroline stared at his massive testicles, resting in between Debbie's ass-cheeks.
Caroline heard it all, saw it all. She heard Debbie's growing squeals of pleasure when Doug flexed his cock-tip up inside her cunt. Saw the girl's first tentative reactions. And then, before she knew it, her husband was fucking wildly into the young blonde's twat.
Several times Caroline almost broke her silence. She knew it would be only right if she screamed, yelled, raved, ordered her husband to stop fucking the babysitter. But the shock of stumbling onto this totally unexpected scene had numbed the surprised wife. There were no screams in her.
So all Caroline did was watch Doug and Debbie fuck the hell out of each other. She watched her husband's long thick cock thunder in and out of Debbie's. cunt. She had never seen anybody fuck before. She was amazed that there seemed to be so much moisture gushing out of Debbie's cunt. The girl's inner thighs and ass-cheeks were smeared with it. Doug's cock gleamed wetly. Debbie's pussy hair was soaked, plastered flat against her cunt-lips.
With a twinge of pain, Caroline realized Debbie had a very pretty body. Her tits were particularly nice, even the way they were flattened out under Doug's weight. But then, Caroline knew she herself had a nice body. And Doug was always telling her what fabulous tits she had.
Caroline's anger and hurt were rapidly surfacing. She was near a monumental explosion. But it was held back by her fascination as she watched the couple on the bed fuck.
Carol realized it looked kind of pretty, what they were doing. And very sexy. If it weren't her husband cheating on her, then maybe she would find it exciting too.
God! The son-of-a-bitch was cheating on her! The full realization hit Caroline. Instantly her rage boiled up. But just then, Debbie uttered a piercing little shriek, and her body contorted wildly.
"Ouch!" the girl wailed. "Keep. . . keep fucking me! I'm. . . I'm cumming!"
"Jesus Christ.. . me too!" Doug panted. "AAAAARRRGGGHHH!"
Even if Caroline had yelled, she doubted either of the two on the bed would have heard her. Shaking with rage and hurt, she watched her husband pump his sperm up into the babysitter's soft little belly. She could see Doug's balls drawing tightly up against his body. The base of his cock protruded from Debbie's cunt, pumping steadily. A thick stream of cum was gushing back out the girl's cunt, dripping down onto the bedspread. Caroline's bedspread!
Caroline wondered if she looked as wild as Debbie when she came. The girl's body was writhing and bucking, totally out of control. If Doug hadn't been so big, he might have had trouble holding her down.
"Damn little bitch," Caroline muttered under her breath.
Doug and Debbie had finished cumming. Then, when the two were lying tightly clasped together, Caroline spoke.
"You rotten, cheating bastard," she said.
She was amazed at how quietly she spoke. She bad meant it to be a scream. But the effect was the same as if she had.
Doug's body stiffened. Debbie's head turned around, her eyes widening in honor as she saw Caroline.
"Oh, no! No!" the girl shrieked. "Oh, help! No!"
"You asshole!" Caroline said. Her voice was rising, not quite a scream yet but getting there. "You. . . you motherfucker!"
"Hey, wait, baby," Doug replied desperately. "It's not as bad as it looks."
"You son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to leave you!" Caroline yelled. She started backing toward the door.
"No, wait. . . I'll explain," Doug said hastily. He was trying to get up, but Debbie, . totally out of control with fear and shame was trying to hide her nakedness underneath his big body, holding tightly to him. Possibly for protection. She read the murder in Caroline's eyes.
"Jesus... let go of me, you little bitch," Doug roared, trying to work free of Debbie's clinging arMs. His cock had slipped out of her cunt and was leaving a trail of cum across the bedspread.
Finally breaking loose, Doug saw Caroline dart out the bedroom door. "You'll e... you'll see!" she was yelling. "I'll show you, you rotten bastard!"
"Would you shut the fuck up!" Doug shouted at
Debbie, who was shrieking loudly.
He started after Caroline, but his feet caught in a pile of discarded clothing on the floor. He fell heavily, cracking his head against the doorknob. Stunned, he was slow in getting up, and by the time he got to the living room, Caroline had slammed the front door behind her.
He was halfway out after her when he remembered he was naked. By the time he'd made up his mind to go out naked anyhow, he heard Caroline's car screeching out of the driveway.
"Ahh.. shit!" Doug said.
Goddamn. All these years fucking other women and now he'd finally got caught pronging the babysitter on the bed he shared with his wife. Jesus, she'd never forgive him.
He was back in the bedroom. Then he remembered Debbie. She was curled up on the bed in a fetal position, her head hidden under her arMs. He had to shake her before she looked up.
"She's gone," he said woodenly.
Debbie stared up at him with tear-filled eyes. Watching her lying there, he realized once again what a good-looking little piece she was. His cock lurched.
"What are we going to do? What are we going to do?" Debbie said miserably.
Doug looked down at his cock. It was half-erect again and growing fast. Then he stared at Debbie's cunt. It gaped pinkly, wide-open from the tremendous fucking he'd given it. Sliding one hand down between the girl's thighs, his fingertips moved up and down the slippery channel.
"I don't know about you, baby, but I'm gonna do some fucking," Doug said thickly. Jesus, he never could resist a cunt.
Debbie welcomed Doug on top of her almost as if he were a security blanket. Her soft young legs wrapped greedily around his waist as he sank his cock up into her cunt.
Doug figured that Caroline couldn't get much madder than she already was, so he might as well get all he could while the getting was good.
And oh, what a sweet fuck this hot little bitch was. Once, twice, three times? What did it matter? When he'd fucked Debbie's brains out, then he'd go look for Caroline. Maybe she would have cooled down by then.
"Okay, baby, hang on for a real ride," Doug panted, his cock half out of Debbie's cunt, ready to plunge back up inside. When he slammed his hips down, Debbie's squeal of pleasure echoed through the house.
Caroline nearly hit a pedestrian before she decided she was in no condition to drive. The man she had almost run down stood next to the curb, yelling at her.
"The bastard probably cheats on his wife too," Caroline muttered.
She realized she was crying. Where could she go? She needed to get hold of herself.
A cocktail sign caught her eye. As good a place as any. Oh God, how she needed a drink!
As she parked, Caroline savagely ground the right front tire into the curb, remembering how that upset Doug. Dabbing at her face with Kleenex, she made herself fairly presentable before going into the bar.
It was a quiet little place, dimly lit, with almost nobody else in it. Thankful for the privacy, Caroline took a booth across from the bar and ordered a very strong, double-shot mixed drink.
The alcohol helped. Within five minutes, Caroline was able to think again, without her mind whirling around like a merry-go-round.
Oh, the bastard! The phrase kept cropping up in her thoughts. How could Doug have done a thing like this to her? After six years of marriage?
Trying to find something to soothe the hurt, Caroline made an attempt to blame herself. If she only hadn't hired that pretty little babysitter. Maybe it had just been too tempting for Doug.
Then the awful thought that maybe this hadn't been the first time began to plow in Caroline's mind. Or the first girl. Little by little, half-remembered instances began to come back to her, occurrences she'd ignored at the time, but which, she now realized, she should have paid more attention to.
The bastard had been doing it all the time, all along! Caroline had no doubt of it! It had taken the sudden shock of actually catching him in the act to wake her up.
So that was what her sister, Linda, had been hinting about a couple of months ago! She should have known!
Caroline's hurt was once again changing to anger. Made a fool of all these years! And what really bothered her was the fact that she'd been so scrupulously faithful herself. There'd been times, sure, when her cunt had heated up over another man, but she'd always fought down the feeling.
Once, with Bob, she'd almost ... but at the last minute she couldn't betray Doug.
Oh, the bastard. She'd leave him, that was for sure. But was that enough? Uh-uh. Suddenly Caroline realized that what she wanted was revenge.
And what better revenge than doing to Doug what he'd done to her? Fucking somebody else. Then she'd find some way to rub his nose in it.
Caroline felt a hot surge of excitement well up in her. Panty because of her desire to get even with
Doug. But mostly because she realized she was now free to fuck whomever she wanted. She had freed her on mind. And it was so easy for a woman to' get fucked nowadays.
Caroline glanced up just as a man sitting at the bar glanced at her. He had, of comic, been glancing at her before, because Caroline was a very good-looking woman. But now, with her face lighted with a knowing sensuousness, the man was so surprised he almost dropped his drink.
God, if he'd ever seen a woman who wanted to get laid, this was her!
Getting up from his bar stool, the man walked toward Caroline's booth. Caroline found herself looking up at a slender, good-looking man. She was glad he was slightly built. It was a good thing her first fling outside her marriage should be a man totally unlike the tail, powerfully-built Doug.
And then it occurred to Caroline she had never fucked any other man than Doug. Never in her life. She had been a virgin when they met in school. Doug was the lint and only.
Up until now.
Staring up at the man, Caroline felt a moist heat building up between her thighs as she realized she was probably going to be fucking the man standing in front of her. Sex crackled in the air.
"Mind if I join you?" the man asked.
Caroline liked his voice. It was quiet but lively at the same time. He had a nice face and looked like he might be in his early thirties.
"I'd like it very much," she replied. Should she be coquettish? Or just natural? She'd never tried to seduce a man before.
The man sat down. "My name's Pat," he said. "What's yours?"
"Caroline. Caroline Corman."
Caroline had caught herself staring at the man's crotch as he sat down. It was promisingly filled. As she realized that in a little while Pat's cock might be fucking up into her cunt, Caroline felt herself growing hotter. Her panties were growing warm and soggy with pussy juice. What if Pat could actually smell it?
Caroline remembered how Doug's cock had looked sliding in and out of Debbie's cunt. She hadn't thought it looked very sexy then, because her husband was cheating on her with another woman. But now, as she remembered that stiff rod shoving up into those soft-looking, wet depths, she was afraid she was going to actually start panting. It was getting hard to breathe.
"I . . .I. . . do you like this place?" Caroline abruptly asked.
"It's okay," Pat said cautiously. "Why?"
"Because... because I'd like to go somewhere else," Caroline blurted out. "Someplace where we could..."
Is it really going to be this easy? Pat was wandering. He had been attracted to Caroline when she'd first walked in the bar. A damned fine-looking woman, dark hair, big tits, and she really knew how to wiggle her ass when she moved. Jesus, he'd never seen a woman who looked so horny!
"Yeah.. . I know a really quiet place," he said, getting up. "Come on, I'll take you there." What he didn't say was that the place was his apartment.
When Caroline stood up, he was surprised to find she was almost as tall as he was. A damned fine-looking woman. Christ, he sure hoped this worked out, because he wanted to fuck her in the worst way. He was already getting a hard-on just looking at her. He stood up carefully, so it wouldn't show.
But it did.
All the way out to the parking lot, Caroline was aware of the growing bulge in Pat's pants. And he was aware of her big tits, bouncing and jouncing beside him as they headed toward his car.
Suddenly they were in one another's arms. Caroline was vaguely aware, as Pat's tongue wormed into her mouth, how much different his body felt than Doug's. Her arms barely fit around Doug's bulk. Pat felt so slim and alive.
His hands were all over her tits. She loved it, gasping and moaning up into his mouth. Caroline felt as if she were on fire. Her entire body trembled with lust. Most of all, she was aware of his hard cock, pressing against her lower belly through his pants.
And then his hand was hitching up her skirt, working up underneath. Caroline eagerly spread her thighs as she felt Pat's hand groping upward toward her cunt. There was a brief moment of fumbling, and then his finger was slipping underneath the leg band of her panties. With a shudder of delight Caroline felt the finger shoving up into her cunt.
"Oooohhhhhh," the horny housewife moaned.
A vivid image of how Doug's cock had looked going up into Debbie's cunt flared in her mind. She men tally watched that tight little hole stretch and stretch, flaring open And then she came. Suddenly Caroline was bucking madly against Pat's hand, her pussy-walls clamping desperately around his finger. A hot gush of cunt-juice ran down into his palm, soaking right through her panties.
Caroline was stunned. She'd never cum this easily in her life. It felt as if someone had set off a bomb up inside her cunt. Oh, she was ready for this. Yes, she was ready.
"Hey! Hey! Look at the broad hump!" a raucous voice suddenly called. A chorus of giggles echoed it.
Jumping apart, Pat and Caroline saw several teen-agers clustered near the back entrance of the bar.
"Let's get in the car," Pat murmured.
As they slid into the front scat, the teen-agers gave a final few cat-calls and drifted away. Pat and Caroline were left alone. She expected him to drive away, but he just sat behind the wheel, breathing heavily.
And then she saw why. The front of his pants were tented out grotesquely. He had an enormous erection.
Caroline gasped. Her cunt still throbbed from her incredibly fast climax. And only a few inches away was a hard ready cock.
"Let me see it," she half-whispered, her hands reaching out eagerly.
"Oh, Jesus, be careful," Pat moaned as her trembling fingers unzipped his fly. Caroline reached in. Her roping fingers closed around Pat's rigid cock.
"It's so hot!" she gasped. The rubbery shaft burned and throbbed against her hand. She longed to see it, so she started slowly working it out through the open fly.
"Take it easy," Pat warned her. "Or I'll cum in my pants."
Caroline didn't want that, so she worked the swollen prick out carefully. The head caught on the edge of the fly and then popped free. The whole bloated rod sprang out straight, long and hard.
"It's so big!" Caroline murmured.
It was indeed a big cock for such a slender man as Pat. And it was growing bigger. Caroline could see it pulse larger every time the blood surged into it. The tip was a swollen purple knob.
Caroline couldn't keep her hands off it. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. It jerked and twitched inside the circle of her hand.
"Uuuuhhhh," Pat moaned.
His, head fell back against the seat. He had moved more toward the center of the car when Caroline first started opening his fly, to be free of the steering wheel.
"Hey! You're gonna make me...
Pat choked as Caroline started pumping fiercely on his cock. She was so excited she couldn't have stopped even if she wanted to. She was thrilled by the way the loose skin slid smoothly over the hard inner core. The' fingers of her other hand dipped down into Pat's open fly and began to tickle his balls.
.... . gonna make me CUUUUMMMM!" Pat yelled.
His back arched, shoving his loins up hard. His cock was pointing straight at the windshield when he came. Caroline felt the tube on the underside the jerking shaft start to flex and pulse. A jet of semen shot out and splattered over the windshield. Then another.. . and another.
Thrilled, Caroline found she could direct the spurting cum. She squeezed the trembling prick each time it pulsed. For a moment he was completely in her power as she pumped the cum up from his balls.
And then Pat's cock was shrinking in her hand. A last trickle of semen welled out the end and dripped onto her hand. She watched the slippery white glob run down toward her wrist.
"Oh, Jesus ... I thought I was going to die," Pat moaned as he stuffed his cock back in his pants. "The first time I looked at you in the bar I thought I was going to shoot off right in my pants."
Caroline was flattered. "Really?" she said. She didn't say that the mere sight of Pat walking toward her in the bar had made the juices cream out of her pussy.
"Let's get to my house before we kill each other right here in the car," Pat said.
Neither of them was pretending any more. They both wanted to fuck and they knew it.
Fortunately, the drive to Pat's place was short. He lived in a small house set well back on the lot. They would have plenty of privacy.
Once in the bedroom, both Pat and Caroline became suddenly a little shy. Their quick orgasms outside the bar had taken some of the edge off their horniness. Each still had a powerful desire to fuck, but now they had more chance to look at one another.
"Do you want me to undress??' Caroline asked, blushing a little.
"Let me do it for you," Pat said.
Almost reverently he began taking off Caroline's clothes. He unbuttoned her blouse first and laid it carefully aside. For a moment he looked at her bra, at the creamy flesh bulging slightly over the top edge.
Reaching around behind her, he undid the catch and pulled the bra from her body, peeling the straps down her arMs. Caroline's big tits swung free, the nipples hardening a little as the fresh air washed over them.
"Beautiful . . . beautiful . . . "Pat breathed;
Caroline's tits were large and beautifully shaped, swooping out gracefully from her body. As Caroline drew in a long shuddering breath, the big mounds lifted high, then settled, quivering.
Pat had a hard time taking his eyes off Caroline's breasts long enough to take off the rest of her clothes. Unzipping her skirt, he let, it fall in a puddle of cloth round her feet. Wearing only her panties, her fingers ruffled his hair as he knelt in front of her.
Before pulling off Caroline's panties, Pat gently ran his fingertips over the soft mound of her pussy, feeling the flesh give under the smooth nylon.
Then, hooking his fingers in the waistband of the brunette's panties, Pat pulled slowly down. Her curly dark pubic hair was bared inch by inch. He could see it curling in toward the center, where it covered her pussy slit.
"Oh, Jesus!" Pat breathed. He buried his face between Caroline's legs. The way she was standing, he couldn't actually work his mouth into her slit, but he loved the warm rich smell of her cunt and the way her pussy hair tickled his nose.
"Come on - you take your clothes off too," Caroline said softly.
With both of them working at it, he was naked in seconds. They moved apart for a moment, looking at one another.
"God, but you're beautiful," Pat gasped, hardly able to speak. His eyes swept up and down Caroline's lush figure. While she was a big girl, she didn't give the impression of bigness. She was just all woman.
Caroline was pleased with the way Pat looked too. Naked, lie looked fuller, still slender, but well-formed, no fat on him anywhere. Because he was so slender, his cock looked extra-large as it dangled between his thighs. Even soft, like it was now. Or half-soft, because it seemed to be growing a little.
Caroline's cunt throbbed with desire. She wanted to get fucked. She sat down on the edge of the bed and wriggled backwards, until she was lying full-length on her back.
"Come here and make love to me," she said, holding out her arms toward Pat.
"I just can't believe it," he panted. "I've never fucked anybody as beautiful as you before."
His hands began to roam all over Caroline's body. He squeezed her tits, the soft flesh bulging out between his fingers. He sucked her nipples into his mouth. They felt like hard little beads against his tongue.
Caroline pushed her tits inward, squeezing the big mounds together, while Pat pillowed his face against them, all the time licking and sucking.
"Oooohhhh... I feel so hot!" she panted. She loved having this stranger caressing her body. She wondered why she had never been smart enough to be unfaithful before. She could have taken lessons in how to do it from Doug.
A simmer of resentment flared up inside Caroline as she remembered the years she had felt guilty if she even looked at another man. And all that time dear old Doug had been getting his. Well, she'd show him from now on!
Pat's hand crept down over her belly and was prowling through the thick tangle of her pubic hair. Caroline parted her legs eagerly. Her slit gaped open, and Pat's finger slipped into her pussy slit, grazing over her cit.
"Mmmmmm," Caroline sighed happily. She'd show them all! She'd be the most wanton, horniest woman since Mae West.
"Ooooohhhh... I'm hot enough... fuck me, she panted.
Pat's finger had worked up into her pussy-hole and was swishing around in tide. She'd felt it there before, in the parking lot. And it had given her an orgasm. But she wanted something bigger up inside her hungry cunt. She wanted a cock!
Caroline fumbled between her body and Pat's, searching for his cock. But when she found it, she was surprised.
It was still soft. If anything, it was softer than it had been a few minutes ago.
Caroline wrapped her fingers around the rubbery shaft and started pumping on it. "Hey ... what's the matter?" she asked in alarm when she realized it wasn't getting any bigger.
"I. . . I don't know," Pat said, shame-faced. "Maybe it's because you're so Goddamned beautiful, and I'm not used to that. Jesus.. . your tits! Or maybe it's because I shot off in the car just a little while ago."
"You mean you're not going to be able to fuck?" Caroline gasped in honor. Oh, no... not after she'd let herself get so excited.
"I didn't say that," Pat blurted out. "It's just that... it may take a little doing."
Caroline felt crushed. Then she decided it would be foolish to let her lust be defeated so easily. If she wanted to be a libertine, maybe she'd better start acting like one.
"Let me see what I can do," she said huskily. She smiled at Pat, a soft sexy smile that she knew raised his blood pressure by a couple of points.. She could tell by the way he was having a hard time breathing.
Caroline shifted her position so that her head was right next to Pat's loins, her face close to his cock. She rolled his flaccid prick between her fingers. It flopped listlessly.
"Let's blow a little life into it," she purred.
"What are you gonna do?"
"I'm going to suck your cock," Caroline answered. "I'm going to suck it until it gets hard enough to shove up my cunt."
Caroline could hardly believe she was saying these lewd words. Earlier in the evening she'd been a model housewife., off to her Tupperware party, faithful to her husband, an efficient housekeeper. Now she was lying naked on a bed with a stranger, about to put his cock in her mouth.
"Aaaaahhhh," Pat moaned as Caroline sucked his limp dick into her mouth. Her mouth was hot inside, and when her tongue wrapped around the tip of his prick, he thought he was going to go through the ceiling.
"Oh, Christ, but that feels good," Pat panted. "Is the damned thing getting hard?"
Caroline shook her head. No matter how good her mouth might feel around Pat's prick, it wasn't responding Then she remembered something Doug had taught her. They didn't do it as much any more, but when they were first married, they used to fuck until they were bath exhausted. Until Doug's cock was as limp and tired as Pat's was now. The son-of-a-bitch! He'd probably learned it from some other woman and then come home to teach it to her!
Caroline began to stretch Pat's cock with her lips, sliding her mouth down the rubbery shaft, pulling at it the way a bird pulls a worm out of the pound.
And it worked. With amazing speed, Pat's cock began to grow. Soon it was medium-hard, jutting into Caroline's mouth. Now she could work on the bone of it with her fingers, caressing, teasing.
Oooohhhh.. . your mouth feels like butter," Pat moaned. "Move around here, where I can reach your cunt."
Caroline wriggled sideways, until her was in reach of Pat's groping hand. His fingers slid between her thighs from behind. One of them worked its way up into her pussy.
"Mmmmppphhhh," she mumbled around her mouthful of cock.
Her ass ground back against Pat's hand. She quivered when he shoved another finger up into her cunt, then another. She could hear a wet sucking sound as he worked his fingers busily around up inside her pussy-hole.
Caroline was having a hard time breathing, and suddenly realized it was because her mouth was stuffed so full of cock. Pat's prick had swollen immensely. It was ready for her pussy now.
Caroline popped the swollen organ out c)f her mouth..
"Fuck me. . . for God's sake, fuck me!" she panted.
Wriggling into position on her back, she spread her legs, inviting Pat into her gaping snatch.
He moved in between her legs, massaging his swollen rod with one hand. Caroline stared up at him, at the rigid prick thrusting out from his loins. Oh, God. . . she was going to get fucked!
For a moment a twinge of guilt made her hesitate. After all, she was a married woman. Then she remembered Doug tucking the babysitter on their marriage bed.
"The sonofabitch," she muttered under her breath. She'd show him. Reaching don, she parted her pussy lips with one hand and guided Pat's cock into her snatch with the other.
"Oooohhhhh," Caroline moaned as she felt the smooth head of Pat's prick press against her cunt. Sighing, she slowly moved the bulbous knob up and down her pussy slit, pressing it hard against her clit.
Then Pat took over. He wanted his cock up inside this beautiful woman's juicy snatch. Pushing her hands out of the way, he worked his cock-tip up into the opening of her vagina. Jesus! She was tighter than he'd expected!
Once Caroline felt Pat's cock start up into her cunt, she knew she had to have it all the way up inside her.
"Fill me with cock!" she panted. "Shove it in." "Okay, baby," Pat replied shakily. He shuddered with pleasure as he felt his prick swallowed up by cunt. "Aaaaaahhhh," he moaned as his cock-tip lilt the far end of Caroline's pussy channel. "You're so hot inside!"
Pat felt as if his cock was buried in molten lava. Caroline's cunt clung tightly to his prick, the soft moist walls quivering and jerking around its bloated length.
"Fuck me. . . fuck me!" Caroline panted. She was no longer thinking of vengeance, thinking of Doug and Debbie. All that mattered to her now was the stiff prick up inside her shuddering cunt. Her hips jerked upward, shoving hard against Pat's loins, trying to coax his cock even deeper into her throbbing cunt. Pat gasped with delight. He knew he had a hot one on his hands.
Falling full length on Caroline's lush body, Pat began to fuck hard. His lean hips worked rhythmically, ramming his cock in and out of the moaning woman's body. He felt her cunt flowering open, welcoming his hard-driving prick up inside.
Caroline writhed and twisted. Gradually she became aware that something felt strange, and then she realized it was because Pat was so light. Usually, when she was being fucked by Doug, his massive weight lay heavily on her, mashing her down into the bed.
Experimenting, Caroline found that it was easier for her to move under Pat's slender body. She writhed and twisted her hips, moving her cunt in big circles, making his cock jerk and twitch up inside her mint.
"Hot bitch.. . hat bitch. . . " Pat moaned. He had his hands full, holding Caroline down. Her full tits were pressing upward against his chest. He loved the feel of her soft thighs wrapped desperately around his body. It had been his lucky night when he walked into the bar.
"Keep it up.. . keep fucking me hard," Caroline panted. "I'm close. . . so close!"
She had felt Pat's cock starting to swell. He was so excited he was obviously going to aim soon. Although Caroline would have liked to fuck longer, she was ready. Ready to cum.
"YAAAAAA.. ." Pat suddenly shouted. For a moment he stopped fucking, his head thrown back, his eyes open wide. Caroline could feel his cock trembling up inside her cunt.
Then the first jet up of cum spurted out of the tip of Pat's cock, drilling up into Caroline's cunt. She felt a hot wetness spreading inside herself. Almost immediately Pat started fucking frantically again, grunting and moaning, his hips thudding loudly against Caroline's groin.
Caroline let herself go. Her stomach muscles sucked in, she shuddered, and she was moaning and wailing, her body out of control, spasming on the bed.
Pat felt her pussy nibbling hungrily at his cock. It drove him nuts. Still bellowing with pleasure, he increased the speed of his wild fucking, plowing his cock up into Caroline's gushing cunt until both of them were too exhausted to move.