Chapter 5
It was back to the, bathroom for Caroline after Jimmy left. Standing in the shower, the voluptuous brunette relived the short sexy scene with the handsome young paperboy.
The last couple of days had taught her there was no lack of lint-rate cock, as long as she was willing to reach out for it. Life was looking rosy.
After calling home and getting no answer, Caroline decided to take a chance. No doubt DOUR was still at the office.
So she drove to the house and packed her clothes. It was a nervous couple of hours, because there was no telling when Doug might come back. And he had a terrible temper. Knowing or suspecting that his wife had been out fucking other men...
On the way back to her new apartment, Caroline stopped by a restaurant for something to eat. She had barely ordered her food when she sensed someone standing next to her table.
"Caroline, a deep male voice said. "What a coincidence, meeting you here."
Caroline turned to face a tall, well-built man. "Bob!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing way up here in Los Angeles?"
Bob slid into the seat opposite her. "Just thought I'd get away from the grind down in San Diego. Take a few days off."
Already Caroline's mind was busily working. Now, when she met a decent-looking man, her first reaction was to scheme up some way to get in bed with him. Particularly true with Bob.
Bob had been Caroline's one previous attempt at marital infidelity. A couple of years ago, at a party she and Doug had thrown, Bob had been a guest. A combination student beach bum, Bob had fascinated Caroline, mostly because he was so different from the neat, buttoned-down men she met through Doug and his work.
Bob had long blonde hair and a surfer tan with a bushy mustache. Caroline remembered having wondered how it would feel tickling her tits. She'd almost found out.
The night of the party had been the first time Caroline ever smoked dope. Combined with the large amounts of booze she wits drinking, the dope had soon blotted out most of her normal inhibitions.
She had started after Bob, openly, shamelessly, right in front of everyone else at the party, including Doug. She'd followed Rob around like a love-sick girl, literally throwing herself at him.
Bob had run like a scared deer, no doubt worried about a hostile reaction from Doug. Bob was big, but Doug was bigger. But he couldn't run fast enough to escape Caroline.
One time she cornered him when he was sitting in a chair, and put her arms around him, pushing her big tits against his face. Under other conditions, Bob would have instantly started munching on those tits, right through her blouse. But with Doug nearby, he got up and slipped to another part of the house.
Caroline cornered him in the laundry room. "Don't be so shy," she hummed in his ear as she pressed her lush body against his.
Bob's patience finally ran out. A woman as sexy as Caroline was hard to push away mare than a few times. Okay, she growled, mashing his lips to hers in a long kiss. As Caroline melted against him, he rammed one hand down inside the front of her slacks.
"Mmmmmm," Caroline moaned as she felt his fingers digging into her pussy-slit. But suddenly the realization of what she was doing seeped into her drug-fogged brain.
All at once Caroline started struggling, trying to pull Bob's hand out of her pants. "No.. .no..." she panted.
"For Christ's sake. What the hell's the matter?" Bob groaned.
"I... I can't do it!" Caroline whimpered. "What about Doug? What about my husband?"
"Oh, Jesus," Bob said disgustedly, pulling his hand from Caroline's cunt.
Which was very fortunate, because just then Doug walked into the laundry room. His cold gaze swept over Bob and his wife. Very suddenly Bob was very aware of the musky odor that Caroline's cunt had left on his fingers.
Fortunately, Doug was also drunk, too drunk to notice the telltale smell. He herded Bob and Caroline back into the living room, and for the rest of the night, the chastened wife left Bob alone.
But she had wanted him. Caroline felt guilty about her illicit desire, and for the next few months, she punished herself in a hundred little ways for being unfaithful to her husband.
And all the time he had been being unfaithful to her. Caroline knew that now. That was what made her the most angry. That she had been burdened with guilt over her own feelings while Doug had been merrily going his own horny way.
Well, that was all changed now. And here was the symbol of her new life sitting across the table from her.
Caroline appraisingly ran her eyes up and down Bob's body. A damned good-looking man. Just as good-looking as when she had wanted him two years before. Now she could have him.
Bob was aware of Caroline's appraising looks. He began returning them, staring openly at her big tits and lovely legs. In a few minutes, a smoldering air of sexual tension built up between them.
"I'm not living with Doug any more," Caroline said abruptly.
"Oh?"
"I have an apartment just a few blocks away. With purple carpets."
"Why don't we go there," Bob said thickly. "I love purple carpets."
They drove in Caroline s car. -At Caroline's apartment, Bob helped Caroline early her suitcases upstairs.
"Nice purple carpets," he said, scuffing the deep pile with the toe of his shoe. "Are they soft?"
"Let's find out," Caroline purred.
Bob's arms wound around her. They kissed, then Bob's hands were all over her tits, pulling at her blouse, struggling with her bra. He stripped her to the waist.
"God, what gorgeous tits!" he panted. Cupping the big mounds from underneath, he pointed them up at his face. "Gorgeous," he said, bending don and enthusiastically running his tongue in hot little circles around the nipples. Which instantly got hard.
"Mmmmmm. . suck them," Caroline sighed happily. Arching her back, she shoved the creamy mounds against Bob's face. His mustache tickled a little, making prickly little tremors ripple over her sensitive skin.
"Let's not play round. Let's just get naked and fuck," Bob panted. "Right here, on this purple carpet."
He was pulling off his clothes, his eyes urging Caroline to do the same. He was so excited that he was totally naked while Caroline was still peeling off her nylons.
"Ooaoohhhhh. . . you have a nice cock," Caroline murmured. It was big, maybe not quite as big as Doug's but well-shaped, tapering slightly down to a smooth, helmet-shaped head. A nice shape to shove up inside a hungry cunt.
"Kneel down . . . just kneel down," Bob urged Caroline.
She did, and he moved around behind her. He pushed her forward, so that she was on all fours.
"I'm going to fuck you dog-style," Bob panted. "Like an animal. That's the way you make me feel . . . like an animal."
"Oh, yes.. . m ready . . . ready!" Caroline moaned. "I've been ready for two years."
Normally Caroline liked to have a man touch her, caress her cunt for a long time before he fucked her. But Bob's blunt, forceful manner was heating her up incredibly fast. She could feel her cunt seeping moisture as he crowded in behind her.
"Open up your thighs a little," he ordered.
A moment later his tapered cock-head was pushing its way up toward her pussy.
"Hurry! Hurry!" Caroline panted. "I've never been so horny in my life!"
As if she hadn't fucked Pat and Art all last night. As if she hadn't had the hell fucked out of her by the paperboy only hours ago. But Caroline had discovered an insatiable appetite for cock. She loved to fuck.
"Uuuunnnggghh" she grunted as Bob rammed his cock up into her cunt. No preparation, just a sudden invasion of hard hot male flesh. But it felt good, it felt wonderful.
"Hard. . . hard.. . fuck me hard!" Caroline moaned. Digging her hands into the soft carpet, her hips jerked backward, her cunt gobbling up more of Bob's thrusting organ.
It was a short, hard, savage fuck. Bob held tightly to Caroline's ass, his rigid cock sawing in and out of her cunt. For a few seconds he leaned forward and dug his fingers into her tits, mauling the swollen orbs brutally. But it felt good. Everything felt good.
Toward the end, Bob shifted one hand down toward Caroline's cunt, sliding down over her shuddering belly. While he continued fucking her from behind, his fingers sought out her clitoris and rubbed hard against the taut little button.
"You're driving me crazy ... crazy ... crazy!" Caroline shrieked.
She was on hands and feet, driving her cunt back against his madly-thrusting cock. She felt as if his powerful thrusts into her snatch were going to slam her forward on her face.
Finally Caroline did fall forward, her head twisted to the side, one cheek buried in the thick purple carpet. Now her tits rubbed against the rug as she slid back and forth. Her ass jutted lewdly upward, presenting her dripping cunt to Bob's ceaselessly drumming cock.
The huge rod began its final swelling up inside her pussy channel. "You're going to cum, aren't you? You're going to cum!" Caroline wailed. "I can tell! Oooohhhh, shoot your jism up into me twat. Fill me. . . fill me!"
Caroline came when the first hot jets of boiling semen squirted up into her womb. Quivering and jerking, she groveled on the floor in front of Bob while he emptied his balls into her squirming cunt. His fingers dug deep into her ass-cheeks in a fruitless attempt to hold her in place, ass-high.
But Caroline collapsed weakly, Bob sprawling on top of her. The last few gushes of his semen ended up mostly in the purple carpet, spraying it with white.
"Oh, God, but that was sexy!" Caroline moaned. "Short and sexy." Rolling over, she eyed Bob's shrinking cock. "Can you do it again?" she asked hopefully.
"I suppose so," he said, looking down ruefully at his depleted prick. "But my poor old buddy's had a hell of a workout lately. I've, uuhh. . . spent most of the last couple of days with two different women. Really sexy women, fucking my ears off."
Bob looked sharply at Caroline, to see if his revelation had put her off. But she had plans of her own.
"I bet I can get it hard again in five minutes," she said confidently.
"Oh yeah?" he asked. "And what'll you bet?"
"A fuck," Caroline said with a laugh. "If I get it hard again, you fuck me with it."
"Shit, I'm not going to jack off with a sweet cunt like yours around. But I'll bet it takes at least half an hour."
Smiling smugly, Caroline got up and went over to her suitcases. After a couple of minutes hunting, she took out a record, and went over to put it on the turntable. The exotic sounds of Lawrence Welk filled the room.
"Now. . . lie on your back," Caroline ordered.
With a shrug, Bob complied. Caroline walked over and straddled his body, standing with one foot planted firmly on either side of his hips.
Then she started to dance. For the past three years, as an antidote against boredom, Caroline had been studying dancing. Lushly endowed to begin with, in no time she had learned to move her hips and tits well enough to melt the balls off a brass monkey.
"Well. . . I'll be damned!" Bob murmured.
From where he was lying, he was staring straight up Caroline's cunt. She swayed provocatively above him, her legs spread wide, her hips undulating in sensuous circles.
"This turn you on a little?" Caroline purred. Holding her arms out to the sides, she began to shimmy, making her tits shake and quiver.
"It'd turn a stone on," Bob admitted.
Sweat popped out on his brow as he stared up at the voluptuous woman dancing and swaying above him. As she moved, her pussy-lips twitched and stretched, pressing together, then gaping open a little. Her pussy juices, mixed with his cum, squeezed slowly out of the pink center slit and soaked into her pubic hair.
Bob felt his cock twitch. "Jesus," he moaned. "I think you're gonna do it."
Caroline had seen his cock move too. She began to dance faster and faster, her hips swishing around in big circles, her tits bouncing and jiggling. It was working! Staring down, she saw Bob's limp prick lurch half-erect. Blood pounded into the meaty shaft.
An answering fire surged in Caroline's mint. Spreading her legs, she began to dance lower and lower, until her crotch was poised only inches above Bob's revived prick. His cock reared upward, thick and menacing, pointing straight at her cunt.
"Just . . . just stay like that," Caroline panted. Her legs were trembling from the strain, but she managed to lower herself farther. Her pussy-lips caught at the tip of Bob's cock. With one last gyration, Caroline settle heavily down.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned as she impaled herself on Bob's rigid prick. She felt it slide up into her cunt, hard and alive again, a bone-hard shaft lancing up into her pussy from below.
Caroline continued her dance. Her hips jerked back and forth, revolving around Bob's up-thrusting cock. The thick rod sawed back and forth up inside her sensitive pussy hole.
"You're driving me nuts," Bob panted. He was trying to hold Caroline's hips still with his hands, so he could drive his aching prick straight up into her snatch.
"No.. . let me do it all," Caroline begged. She stopped her wild gyrations, settling her cunt down firmly around Bob's prick. Then she began to ripple her stomach muscles. It took concentration, but she was able to make her belly suck in and out rhythmically, sensuously.
"YAAAAAAAHHHHHHH," Bob wailed.
He could see Caroline's belly rippling up and down, but he could actually feel what was happening up inside her cunt. Her pussy walls were rhythmically massaging his cock, gliding up and down the throbbing rod without her actually moving. He had never experienced anything so wildly exciting in his life.
"You keep that up, you're gonna make me cum!"
"Go ahead ... go ahead," Caroline panted. The feel of her pussy muscles nibbling at Bob's cock was driving her over the edge too.
Then Bob came. "AAARRRGGHHHHH!" he moaned. She could feel his semen rifling up into her cunt. She gasped, trying to keep up her pussy-rippling, but suddenly her orgasm struck.
"Oooohhh... ooohhhhh . . . fuck me!" she wailed.
Her hips began to slam up and down, fucking madly. No more games, no more innovations. All Caroline wanted now was a hard spouting cock ramming in and out of her snatch. Bob's fingers dug into her thighs, holding her in place as he rammed his cock all the way up her pussy. The tapering head was no longer tapered. It had swollen as big as a small doorknob, locking his spouting organ up inside her cunt.
Hot gushes of their lewdly-mixed sex fluids poured back out Caroline's pussy, dripping down onto Bob, matting his pubic hair with sticky goo. His cock squished loudly in and out of the sucking hole above.
"Okay," he panted. "You. . . you win your fucking bet."
Then he collapsed in a panting heap, having cum twice in the last fifteen minutes.
Caroline fell forward, her tits dragging over Bob's broad chest. She felt his cock still throbbing up inside her cunt, but it was rapidly shrinking.
"Oh, I love to fuck," she murmured. "I don't want to stop until I've fucked every man in the world."