Chapter 14
"Now," she said, leaning back in the chair, "maybe some more coffee?"
"If you like, Carol," he said. But she knew he was reluctant to get up.
"May I make it?"
"Well, you're a guest."
"Yes, but I'd like to."
"Well, go ahead."
He looked down as she moved away, wondering what he was going to do with this fine hard-on. If he stayed still, talking calmly, perhaps he would lose it before she left and he had to walk her to the door.
She had left a book on the table which had also been in the case. Now it was on the table, and intrigued him.
"What's this book, Carol?"
"A friend wrote that. You might be interested. He writes mysteries for a living. That's his newest."
"I think I've heard of him."
"You probably have."
He was looking at the book. She watched him for a minute, to be sure that he would stay interested, then slipped off her dress. Folding it carefully, she laid it on a counter.
As the water boiled, she fixed two cups of coffee. Cream and sugar, she thought, why not. If she asked him he'll look up and that would blow it.
Once the coffee was ready, she slipped off the panties, soaked at the crotch. He probably would not get to the coffee anyway, she thought.
Carol set the two cups down on the table in front of him. Her tits swung down. He looked up automatically from the book.
"Oh, my God," he said. She saw the book drop from his knees where he had had it propped so he could read easily.
"Oh, my God," he said again. She checked. Sure enough, his crotch was a huge, lumpy-looking bulge.
"Take those shorts off, John," she said calmly.
He looked at her blankly, moving his eyes up her naked body. He looked at her feet, her knees, her patch of pubic hair, waist, breasts, shoulders, hair, that calm face.
"Oh, my God," he said. Much quieter that time.
"Well?" she said, kneeling to put a hand in his shorts to protect that precious lump from the zipper. As she pulled the zipper down, she heard a gasp of breath.
"Lift your ass," she said. As he did, mutely, she pulled the shorts down. Tossing them away, she faced him again.
"And you..." he started. She ignored him, fascinated by the huge prick which sprung up in front of her.
"How huge," she said softly. He was thick of cock, and long. His cock looked a little browner than the rest of his body; perhaps because the skin was thicker.
Perhaps, too, because he had seasoned his cock with so many women's juices. If some of them rubbed strange oils on him to annoint their fucking act, well, maybe that would help.
More probably he was born that way. But it was interesting to speculate on the possibilities. She would take him in her mouth first, making him control himself, unless he was capable of maintaining an erection after shooting off into her mouth.
She leaned over, letting her breasts brush his legs.
"Spread your legs, John."
He moved slowly, but finally brought his long, hairy thighs apart. Carol reached in, to cup his balls. Slowly she brought her mouth over his huge prick, nibbling at the flared head.
As she did his cock dribbled a small amount of thin white fluid. She licked it up, with great, slow care, letting him wriggle as she touched his cock. Savoring every moment, she played with his balls and licked at the head, irregularly.
He had closed his eyes and had leaned his head back; suddenly his whole body was popping sweat. The excitement of having her mouth him, of thinking she might fuck him soon was destroying his control.
She kept up the hand and mouth on him, at the same time playing with herself under the cover of the chair skirt.
Carol jammed three fingers in her cunt and let the ether play with her clit. She was wet, and very close to climax. If she kept him on the verge of climax, and herself very close, she could probably jump on him suddenly, fuck into a climax very quickly and get a second one before he came.
It was a sort of revenge.
She slowed her mouth on him, and let her finger work furiously on her clit while the others wriggled in her sopping cunt.
Damn, if she wasn't careful she'd come now, and he'd not have done any work at all.
She took her mouth away from his cock, letting it cool a little. Her fingers still pressed on the base of it, but the excitement he felt faded slightly, she knew.
But she finger-fucked herself even more, letting the small contortions of her face seem to be reactions to the size and feel of his cock.
Almost ready to climax, she pulled her fingers out of her cunt, wiping them on the front of the chair. She stood up abruptly, lettir.g her hand drop away from his prick.
"See?" she said. "See what you've done?" She dipped a finger into her aching slick hole and brought out a finger full of come. She put the wet finger under his nose.
"Smell," she said.
"Umm," he began.
"Taste," she commanded.
He opened his mouth and took in her finger, sucking it clean.
He began, when she took her finger away, to lean to lick at the moisture which had matted some of her triangle of hair and spread onto her thighs.
But, before he could touch her ;he spread her thighs wide and moved to sit on that upstanding tool in front of her.
She poised above him for a minute then settled on the long stick, sighing as his prick pushed the walls of her cunt.
When she had taken him in all the way, she sucked in her breath. His prick pushed into her; he would fuck her deeply if she were stretched on her back, her legs high.
Now, though she moved slowly on his long prick, pushing her ass back, so that his cock rubbed on her clit with each move.
She was so ready that it took only about three minutes of slow fucking to bring her off. When she came, she flooded his prick and his balls and his thighs with come: he began to breath in deep, jagged gasps.
Holding her muscles over half of his prick for a moment to catch her breath, she let her body's twitching subside.
Then she pulled off him and backed down to a clear spot on the carpet. Quickly she lay down and spread her legs as widely as she could. When they were wide and the view of her scarlet cunt-lips was breaking his breathing into more irregular chunks, she lifted her legs so that her thighs rested on her chest.
Now he had an enticing view of her whole cunt and the wet jism, slick all over her pussy and her ass-cheeks. Ho stood for a moment, shaking his head a little from side to side.
"Come here, John," she said. "Fuck me."
"Carol, my God."
"Come here, silly, fuck me."
He came over clumsily, led by his cock.
"Can I eat you a little, first. Please?"
"Well, will your dick hold out?"
"Yes. I was, I want...."
"Eat me, then," she said, laughing.
He plunged his face into her pussy, licking and sucking the juice from her as quickly as he could. The eager tongue in her cunt was exciting her tremendously. Almost without warning she came in a spasm that lifted her back completely off the floor.
Shuddering, she lowered herself to the floor, breathing heavily and trying to focus her glazed ayes. John watched her; he had pulled his face away from her pussy when she came.
He lowered his head to her cunt again, licking up the new juices flowing from her.
After he had cleaned a cunt-lip and was beginning another, he felt his prick pounding on his leg. Damn! he wanted to fuck her.
Almost as if she had read his mind, she murmured to him.
"Hey, John." she said, "will vou fuck me, now, please?"
He pulled his face away from her slick pussy and watched her face through narrow eyes. It wasn't pleading, but need that made her murmur to him.
"Almost ready," he said. But his voice cracked-she realized his urgency and a thrill of fresh need went through her.
He leaned over and licked the other cunt-lip clean. Then, using his tongue to clean his lips, he moved up so that his prick stuck out just above her wide-stretched pussy.
He brought his hips back and put the head into her lips using his hand as a guide. Then, leaning over so that his chest rested lightly on hers, he pushed his cock into her.
That huge dick in her cunt again made her gasp. He slid in very slowly as far as he could. When he was in fully, he gave a twist with his hips, so that the head of his huge dick rubbed the deepest part of her body.
Then, after a slow, slow pull outward, she whimpered. The sound seemed to spur him on. He jammed into her as hard as he could, pulled back, and jammed again. Her cries and the lifting motion of her hips spurred him on.
His ass suddenly was the energy that powered the piston of his cock. He slammed into her again and again, trying to increase the rhythm with each stroke.
Carol, already crazy with lust, writhed on the bed, crying out, trying to move in answer to his attack, but unsuccessfully.
She cried out, almost screaming; suddenly, her body and her face contorted powerfully.
John slowed then began to piston-fuck her again, pounding his cock into her cunt madly. When he came, the rush of sperm seemed to start from his stomach and flow endlessly into her already sopping cunt.
He groaned helplessly, letting his weight fall onto her body, flopping in intense orgasm as his load kept coming more and more into her cunt.
It was near nightfall. Carol was again driving the MG, this time smoothly, purposefully toward Santa Monica. She had phoned another boy while John was in the shower.
John was on the leash, she thought exultantly. They had fucked again, twice, until almost exhausted. He was more satiated than he had ever been in his entire life, she was sure: he had told her so, quite convincingly.
The girl Annie would sleep undisturbed tonight.
So would Carol-when she had finished with this boy in Santa Monica.