Chapter 4
When she dropped by Donna's place to give her the commission for Nick, she had to admit that she was going ape over sex.
"I know how much you want it," she admitted candidly. "I always did think you were oversexed. Now why don't you give me a good time? Have you ever had it with a woman?"
Carla shook her head.
"I think that would be sick," she told her. "I don't want to do that. I'm sorry."
"Let's not be silly," Donna said, as she went over to Carla and began caressing her bosoms.
"Stop that, Donna," Carla objected.
"No way," Donna smiled. "You wouldn't want me to tell your husband, would you?"
Once more she was discovering how terrible it was to be trapped. For she recognized that she was going to have to give in.
"Look, dear," she said evenly, "you've got to take care of me."
Donna insisted Carla strip. Even though it embarrassed her enormously she did so.
"This is silly," she told her. "Why should I do this?"
"Just wait," Donna told her. "You are going to like it."
She was surprised when their naked bodies meshed as she lay on her back in bed. For all at once Donna was pressing her dildo tip into her body. And it did feel fantastic.
"This is just one technique, she explained. "Two women can make it this way. This is beautiful, baby. Come on, fuck."
Thrusting forward, they fucked smoothly.
"Now you're doing it," she told her. "Fuck it. Fuck."
Her pussy muscles clutched at the sliding dildo. To her amazement and horror she discovered she loved it.
"Srew me," she begged anxiously. "That's what I enjoy. Oh, baby, now you're doing it. Just like that. Oh, I want it. I need it."
The erotic frenzy that she felt had her trembling. With determined cock stabs they went on screwing. Donna pressed her big bosoms against hers. And she had to confess that she enjoyed it. Donna immediately picked up on this. For her nipples became erect.
"Fuck me, lover," she begged her. "Give it to me. Oh, I love this. Come on, baby, fuck it."
The beautiful pleasure was appealing to her at this point.
"That's the way I like it," she told her. "Fuck it. Come on, fuck."
Reaching for Donna's buttocks, Carla supplied great pleasure to her. Carla's finger slipped up Donna's ass-hole. Donna enjoyed being finger fucked while she drove her dildo rapidly into her pussy. Pressing her lips against Carla's lips, Donna soon found herself Frenching with her.
"Baby, you're beautiful," she whispered enticingly. "I love it. Just like that. Now you're doing it. Oh, sweetheart, love me."
The two women were discovering each other.
It was easy to see that Carla could be twisted this way and that.
"I'm gonna climax in a minute," Donna said. "Oh, baby, shoot it to me."
At this point Carla couldn't stand it any longer. The thrusting plastic penis brought her to a juicy, sticky climax. Carla threw her legs over Donna's legs. Donna pumped her pelvis forward and the dildo went in smoothly. Then she came, too. The two women clutched each other as they juiced.
No sooner had Donna pulled the dildo out of Carla's pussy than she covered her mound with her face.
"Eat me," she begged anxiously. "Yes, baby, yes, I love that. Now you're doing me. Suck me. Oh, baby, love me."
The erotic fascination that they found with each other was quite surprising. For Carla discovered that Donna's tongue swung into her pussy better than any of the men who had sucked her snatch.
"Do me, darling," she begged frantically as she threw her legs over Donna's shoulders.
"Yes, baby, yes," she whispered enticingly, "I love it. Just like that. Now you're doing it, darling. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, love me. Love me.
The two women clutched and strained at each other. It was an erotic moment for them both.
"Oh, baby," Donna panted as she finished sucking her snatch, "you're delicious."
Donna withdrew her tongue from Carla's pussy. Carla lay there full of guilt.
"I feel awful," she told her. "I really do."
"You don't have to," Donna insisted. "It's perfectly normal if you say so."
"That's a good way of looking at it," Carla assured her, "but I'm not so sure my dear husband Freddy would find your attitude pleasing."
"Forget Freddy," Donna told her. "Has he been good to you?"
"I think he loves me, Donna. I really do. Of course, he's been unfaithful, but most men have."
"You bet your fucking ass they have," Donna agreed. "I divorced my husband Tim. He was terrible. He used to bring other women home and expect me to watch him carry on with them. Can you think of anything more sick?"
"No, that was dreadful," Carla agreed.
"I had to divorce him," she shivered. "I hated to, really. Even though it proved profitable, of course."
"Yes, Tim was well fixed," Carla agreed. "And I suppose you wound up with a good settlement. Then, of course, your current business has kept you in the chips."
"Exactly, love," Donna nodded. "Did you ever think of divorcing Freddy? It might be a better deal for you."
"Don't try to pull me away from Freddy," Carla told her. "I think the world of him. I really do."
"Then you'd better hurry home, honey," Donna quipped sarcastically, "and fix your dear, faithless husband his dinner. I'm sure he will be outraged if he isn't served a gourmet meal every night. I'm so glad I washed my hands of that crap."
At first when Donna spoke this way, Carla thought it was terrible. But when she got home and had to hustle through preparing dinner, she began giving Donna's words a lot more thought. Did faithless Freddy actually appreciate her? She worked plenty. He never did get her a washer and dryer. She had to go to the corner laundromat. More that that, she was expected to wax her own floor and clean the house. Many women on the street had help. She had nothing. After she had been a housekeeper, a cook, she was supposed to suck like a whore in the bedroom. At least, she was good at that.
After dinner, Freddy looked at her.
"I'd rather have fun with you in bed than look at TV tonight," he told her.
"There's my favorite show on tonight," Carla insisted, "and I want to look at it. Mary Hart-man."
"I don't care for the worthless program," he told her, "but I know what I'd like to do to you tonight."
"Don't you ever think of anything besides sex?" Carla demanded.
"Not when your beautiful body is enticing me," he confessed.
Freddy slapped her on the ass. Her ass felt sore from all the afternoon sex. She hoped that Freddy wouldn't try to screw her, too.
"Honey," she told him, "do you mind if I take a rain check?"
Freddy figured that for one reason or another she felt it best not to screw. However, he didn't see why her ass-hole wouldn't be available.
"Maybe it's the perfect night to slip it up your ass," he said, with a delighted smile playing about his eyes.
She let out with a heavy sigh. "You men are miserable," she told him frankly. "You can't get enough sex. It's a good thing that I have common sense and prevent you from overdoing it."
"Overdoing it my ass," he quipped. "You know you want it. Don't be difficult."
"I'm just being realistic," she told him. "You know you shouldn't screw so much. It isn't good for you."
"Look, the national average is three times a week," he told her. N
That made her shudder.
"You mean three times a night, a week, or a month."
"I sure don't fucking mean a year," Freddy laughed. "Baby doll, I said a week. But I'm better than most men, so I could make it four times a week. How does that grab you?"
"My ass-hole is getting sore just thinking about it," she told him. "Ever since you've become uninhibited, you won't let my ass alone."
"I know, sweetheart," Freddy apologized, "but I never knew your ass was so tight. So ripe. Now that I've discovered it, I want to make up for lost time."
"And I've got to suffer a sore ass-hole," she complained.
"Baby, I'm gonna use butter," he told her. "I think it's worth the luxury of using butter on my pecker."
"All right, I guess you can stick it up there," she told him.
She went into the bedroom and Freddy immediately took off his clothes. When she slid out of her panties, she observed that he couldn't take his eyes off her ass cheeks.
"What makes my ass so appealing?" she asked.
"I don't know," Freddy confessed. "But I do know this. When I look at you I get this strong urge to touch you and fuck you."
"All right," she agreed, "Let's fuck."
Freddy wasted no time. He could hardly wait to slide his long penis up her hot, tight ass-hole. She got in the middle of the bed as Freddy buttered his cock.
"I think it's a little unlady-like," she commented, "for me to be up here like a fucking dog, on all fours."
"Look," he told her, "I enjoy screwing your pussy. But I need something different. A guy gets bored doing it just one way."
Freddy was mounting her. He clasped her buttocks and gently eased his long, buttery cock between her ass cheeks. With a hard jab forward he was fucking her ass.
"Fuck it," he told her eagerly, "fuck, baby. That's the way I want you to do it. Fuck. Fuck!"
With deep, penetrating cock stabs he continued fucking her. She enjoyed the sensation of his cock slipping up her ass-hole.
"I love it," she confessed, "oh, baby, that's beautiful. Fuck me."
With determined, hard strokes he continued thrusting into her. She was enjoying every erotic moment of it.
"Baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With rhythmic cock stabs he went on riding it up her ass-hole. She loved it. Every hard jab of his butter-coated cock pleased her. Reaching around, Freddy patted her pussy affectionately.
"Oh, baby," he whispered enticingly, "you're beautiful. You really are. Fuck, baby, fuck."
With determined cock strokes he went on screwing. She was going out of her mind with erotic fascination. He really knew how to give it to her. She enjoyed the way he breathed during sexual intercourse. For his breath would come short and his voice would become husky.
"Feel of my pussy," she begged. "Reach in there, baby, and give it to me good."
His hot hands reached down to her snatch. He inserted two fingers into her vagina. She thrilled to the feel of his fingers gliding into her pussy.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, you're beautiful. Fuck. Fuck it good." Freddy was giving her all at the pleasure he knew how.
"Yes, yes," he cried ecstatically, "I like it when you do it like that. Oh, baby, that's super. Fuck it. Fuck."
With determined cock stabs he went on ramming it to her. She loved it.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Oh, baby, now you're fucking. Fuck it."
She twisted her hips. His hand patted her pussy.
"Baby, I want you to get down there and taste me when you finish fucking my ass," she told him.
He knew that he had to get his tongue into her twat. He loved being around her crotch. But at this moment he could see the possibilities in her twisting ass. His cock rammed up her rectum all the way. He had his own technique of screwing her.
"Right on," he panted as he pumped it to her. "Now you're fucking. Twist around. That's the way to do it, baby. Fuck. Fuck it."
With determined cock stabs he continued giving it to her. She was so excited she was shaking.
"Oh, finger me, Freddy," she urged him. "That's what I want you to do. Oh, honey, yes. Do me."
Freddy's fingers reached to her. He enjoyed sliding inside of her.
"Baby," he whispered enticingly, "you don't know how super it's been to screw you. You really don't."
She was pleased and proud that Freddy enjoyed her so much.
"Fuck," he whispered, "fuck, baby, fuck."
With rough, hard jabs, he went on assaulting her ass-hole. She twisted around.
"More," Freddy begged her. "Now, now."
With hard cock stabs he went on thrusting. All of the sudden she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Oh, baby," she told him, "I can't take it any more. Stop it, stop it."
He had given her the most erotic time she had ever had.
"Yes," he whispered, "I love you, baby. I really do."
Withdrawing his cock from her ass-hole once he had shot off his gun, he let her roll over. Then he got down between her spread legs. His hands slipped under her ass cheeks. He held her in place as his tongue whipped back and forth across her snatch.
"Eat me, Freddy," she begged him anxiously. "That's what I want you to do, darling. Oh, now, now. Oh, sweetheart, lick my pussy. Do
He rammed in with his finger up her ass-hole and went on tonguing her pussy. She enjoyed the dual action of the finger slipping up her ass crack while his tongue gave her more erotic pleasure. He was putting his all into it. Her ass muscles clutched at his finger as he fucked her. And at the same time as he licked and caressed her pussy and nibbled at her clit, she felt herself becoming hotter and hotter.
"Eat my box, baby," she whispered enticingly. "Suck me, Freddy. Oh, baby, you specialize in tongue fucks."
Freddy was specialized in this particular way of making it. And he was determined that he was going to bring her to a sticky, juicy climax.
"Now you're doing it," he told her. "Oh, baby, love me."
It was this kind of erotic pleasure that kept her aroused.
"Sweetheart," he smiled at her, "you don't know how much fun this is. I really enjoy doing this."
When she had reached down and gripped his head to hold him in place, he tongue fucked her furiously. His finger went on plunging up her rectum and finally she juiced. Freddy wasted no time in sucking her dry.
"Eat my box, baby," she begged enticingly.
"That's what I want you to do, darling. Suck me. Yes, baby, yes. Suck me."
Freddy's hot mouth pressed tightly against her vagina. He sucked hard.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "you don't know what you're doing to me. You're driving me ape."
It didn't take long for Freddy's hot tongue to bring her around again. He knew exactly what he had to do. He licked up and down her love button enticingly. Alternately, he would let his tongue trace along her velvety vagina walls. And then he would bite down hard on her clit. She again juiced.
"I'm cuming in multiples," she panted as she pushed her thighs against his hot cheeks. "Eat it. Sweetheart, suck me. Eat it."
Freddy was only too happy to eat his wife's sticky love juices. When he finally did pull his face away from her crotch and his finger from her ass-hole, he rested his head on her thigh. He caressed her ass cheeks with his hands.
"You're beautiful down here around your crotch," he told her.
"I found you fascinating there, too," she told him. "You know what I need. You've got talent in that trained tongue. I'll bet plenty of your secretaries have experienced some of that lovemaking."
For a moment Freddy didn't respond. Then his old male pride seized him. He looked up at his wife with a wicked gleam in his eyes and nodded.
"I'll confess," he said in a husky tone, "I've eaten a few pussies."
"What about me being unfaithful, Freddy?"
"That would be different," he objected. "You're a woman. I'm a man."
"I have sexual feelings, too," she reminded him.
"Yes, but you don't get horny like a man does."
"You don't think I do?" she smiled at Freddy.
Freddy was fearful for a long moment. "I sure hope not," he told her, "or I couldn't trust you."