Chapter 6
Freddy was willing to take Carla to a movie that night. She hoped that he would never mention sex for at least a week. He didn't that night, but the next night he did.
"Honey," he told her happily, "I've got an idea. I've got a jack-off ring that I'm gonna put on my hand when I jerk my cock and I want to watch you use this double dildo. I bought it as a birthday gift."
"A double dildo as a birthday gift?" Carla shook her head. "How grim."
"I thought it was very thoughtful, something you could use," he insisted. "Don't knock it until you sock it up your pussy and your ass-hole at the same time."
The idea did appeal to her.
"Maybe that would be fun," she confessed. "Yes. All right, let me see it."
Freddy handed her the gift-wrapped package.
"Hmmra," she observed, "I guess you did think of me. It was an interesting thought. Thank you."
She put her arm around him and kissed him.
"Maybe I should make you kiss my cock instead," he told her.
"Now, dear," she told him, "don't feed your ego any more. You've gotten me to stoop to almost any act that your warped mind could think of."
When Carla opened the package and saw the double dildo, she was extremely excited and eager to test it.
"It looks interesting," she confessed. "It really does."
"It is interesting," he told her. "It's easy sliding. It adjusts. So you can move it just a trifle, or more if you like."
Carla understood the reason why. It was so that the dildos would fit smoothly into her pussy and ass-hole at the same time. She looked at the jack-off ring that her husband had purchased for himself.
"Let's try these, dear," she said with a delighted look on her face.
They went to bed early, turning off the TV news.
"You gonna miss Mary Hartman tonight?"
"Oh, that's turning into a soap opera," she complained.
When she'd taken off all of her clothes, she got in the middle of the bed. She picked up her birthday gift and adjusted the double dildo so it would slip into her pussy and ass-hole at the same time. She could only do this by propping her buttocks up on pillows. Her husband Freddy was most helpful.
"Now, honey," he told her, "while you are fucking yourself, I want to jack off."
"Are you sure this isn't sick?"
"I would ask Dr. Freud," he assured her, "but he's gone to the great beyond to get his reward."
"I'm not so sure they're gonna reward him in the great beyond," she laughed, "because he was always saying men were thinking of their moms when they were fucking. I guess he's the one who came up with that word, mother fucker, only in scientific terms."
Freddy laughed as he reached for his long, hard cock and applied the jack-off ring to his forefinger. As he pulled on his penis, the jack ring excited him. It was touching the sensitive glans portion of his cock.
"You see, baby," he whispered to her, "this is really a lot of fun. Watch me while I do it."
He pulled on his rigid penis with firm force.
"Fuck it," Freddy panted as he pumped on his penis.
Not to be outdone, Carla thought she should say a few things as she let the dildos slip into her ass-hole and her pussy.
"Sock it to me," she panted as she thrust. "Oh, yes, right up my ass. Give it to me in my snatch. Oh, baby, I've got a tight twat and a tremendous ass-hole. Fuck, fuck."
Reaching to the night stand radio, Freddy turned on some rock music to accompany their jack-off activity. It did add to their pleasure.
"Time it to the music," Freddy suggested. "That will make it a lot more fun."
Pulling on his penis as fast as he could, he kept the jack ring gliding against his penis head. And at the same time he did his very best to get his attention focused on his wife's dildo thrusts. For this was what really thrilled him. He enjoyed seeing her turn from side to side as the pleasures overcame her.
"Fuck me," she begged. "Fuck me. Up my ass. That's the way I like it."
For a moment Freddy thought she was flipping out. He was almost sorry he had given her such an erotic birthday gift. He wasn't certain that she knew how to handle it. Nevertheless, he did his best not to complain. For after all, he was the one who got her going on this sex trip.
She was pulling rhythmically on the dildos. And she would shove her ass up to meet the jabs.
"Now you're doing it," Carla exclaimed as she fucked her imaginary lover while the dildo entertained her hot, twisting pussy as well as her eager ass-hole.
Her husband observed her. He was smiling as he watched her.
"Hey," he told her, "you know what you're doing, don't you, darling?"
Indeed she did know. And she also knew he was getting a big charge out of his sexual activity. For she could see his balls swelling and his penis about ready to explode.
"It's a shame, honey," she told him, "to let all that pecker juice go to waste."
"It won't go to waste," he told her. "When I shoot my sperm I'll aim for your tits. I'll lick my cum off your tits."
"Oh, that sounds like fun," she told him.
All at once her husband's cock exploded. Sure enough, it landed on her breasts.
"Good aim, love," she complimented Freddy.
At that point Freddy released his grip on his cock. He bent over and he licked his own cum juice off her breasts. This did arouse her. Now Carla was plunging the dildos into her pussy and ass-hole with new-found delight.
"Fuck it," she yelled out in sexual ecstasy. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Don't ever stop screwing me. I want it. I need it."
Indeed she was aroused and stimulated. The erotic fascination that she found at this point had her shaking.
"Oh, baby," she gasped in erotic delight, "it feels fantastic. Yes, baby, yes, that's the way I love it."
The beautiful pleasure that she found as her dildos went on working in her ass-hole and her pussy pleased her. But once Freddy had licked and sucked his cum off her breasts, she wanted to be fucked by him in the worst way.
"Honey," she smiled, "I'd rather have you screw me. Why don't you do this. Move the dildos out of me. Stick your cock up my ass. And use one dildo for my pussy. That'll be a better double fuck."
Freddy still had a hard-on just watching her. He nodded and agreed. Pulling the dildos out of her he mounted her. He applied some Vaseline to his cock and eased it up her hot, tight ass-hole. Using one dildo he effectively fucked her pussy at the same time. He watched as his wife moved from side to side on the pillows.
"Yes, Freddy, yes," Carla pleaded passionately, "screw me. Love me. Fuck me."
She reached out and patted his ass cheeks as he fucked her with wild abandon.
"All the way up there," she told him. "I want to feel it. Yes, Freddy, yes."
Freddy began realizing that Carla might have an anal perversion. For it seemed as if she was getting more turned on, more excited, more stimulated with his penis sliding up her ass-hole than when he had fucked her pussy. It was a strange but delightful fact he was discovering. His rigid, hard cock plunged into her ass with rhythmic arousal.
"Screw me," he begged. "That's the way to do it. Fuck me. Now you're doing it. Fuck it."
She was so excited now she could hardly stand it.
"Oh, baby," he told her, "now you're doing it. Fuck. Fuck it."
With determined, hard cock stabs he continued screwing her. She was more and more aroused every moment.
"Do me," he begged her feverishly. "I want it, darling. You know I do. Fuck me. Fuck me."
Passionately his penis went on plunging into her. She loved it. Every erotic moment was getting her more aroused.
"Ohhh, baby, I love it in my pussy, I love it in my ass. Screw me. Now you're fucking. That's the way I like it. Come on, easy slider, fuck me. Fuck me."
With determined cock stabs he continued screwing her. This was just the way she wanted it. Hard and fast.
"Come on, fucker," she begged him anxiously. "Let me feel that big hard cock of yours. Every inch of it. Get it in there, Freddy. Farther. Farther, Freddy."
Freddy rammed his thick, long prick right up her rectum as far as it would go.
"I need it," she told him. "Yes, baby, yes. That's how you do it. Play with me."
She loved the erotic sensation of his cock sliding into her ass-hole while the dildo smoothly surged into her pussy. She felt her pussy juices ready to gush forth.
"I can't stand it," she told him. "Oh, baby, I'm there."
He was eagerly excited now. All at once his cock exploded in her ass. Now they were cuming together.
"Fuck," she begged. "Fuck me."
It pleased Freddy to think that they had made it together. Certainly it was a unique way of making it. The dildo continued entertaining her juicing pussy while his cock continued riding and sliding up her hot, tight rectum.
When he had finished giving her a good balling, he withdrew. He got a special hug and a kiss for bringing her such a thoughtful birthday remembrance.
The next day she felt guilty. She thought she should go to a consulting psychologist. Perhaps he could help her. She had heard of one who listened to difficult sexual problems. She made an appointment with him and that afternoon she visited him.
"Mr. Carter," she began anxiously, "I have the most dreadful problem."
"What is it, my dear?" he asked her.
"It all began when I told my husband Freddy that I was tired of the monotonous way he was screwing."
When Carla had thought of what had happened since that eventful night, she couldn't continue.
"Go on," Mr. Carter insisted.
"It isn't easy," she told him.
"No, I don't suppose it is," he admitted, "but it is important that you continue. While it is fresh in your mind."
"All right," she said bravely, "I will go on. Freddy asked me to go down on him."
Mr. Carter didn't say anything.
"You know what that means?" she asked earnestly.
"You mean you sucked off his cock," he said. "In crude terms, that is."
"Yes," she nodded, "and then he ate my pussy, in crude terms,-likewise."
"Continue," Mr. Carter nodded. "I want to know everything. Then I can help you."
"Well," Carla went on, "the next thing I knew Freddy was asking for something dreadful."
"Go on, tell me everything," he insisted.
"All right, if I must," she said quietly, "but it is embarrassing. Freddy wanted to fuck my ass-hole, in crude terms."
"Did he enjoy it?"
"Apparently so," Carla told him quite frankly, "because he's been wanting to stick his pecker up my ass-hole ever since."
"Did you enjoy it?" the psychologist continued his questioning.
"I'm sorry to say I did," she confessed.
"Don't be sorry," he told her. "If you enjoyed it and Freddy enjoyed it, why are you bothered?"
"I'll tell you why," she said grimly. "I can't get enough sex now. I want to give blow jobs. I like to get my ass fucked. Really, I know I'm sick. What should I do?"
Mr. Carter got to his feet. He walked to the edge of his desk and sat down and slowly started unzipping his fly.
"I want to see how bad your compulsions are," he explained. "For example, if I should pull out my cock would the sight of it make you want to suck it off?"
"That depends," she said as she watched him reach in and pull out his penis.
"On what?" Mr. Carter questioned her further as he stroked himself.
"On how long it is," she told him, "and how thick it is. I don't want a small, limp cock. That's no fun."
"A perfectly normal desire," he told her. "Now, would you care to blow me?"
"Yes, I would enjoy doing that," she told him, "and perhaps you could give me some pointers. You might tell me where I'm doing it right and where I'm doing it wrong."
"I would be happy to," Mr. Carter said officiously. "Now just pull your chair up and you can start sucking."
When she pulled her chair up he immediately noticed she wasn't doing the right thing. For she instantly slid her mouth over the head of his cock.
"Wrong," he told her. "You're doing it all wrong."
Nervously, Carla pulled her mouth off his penis.
"Oh, Mr. Carter," she shook her head sadly, "I tried my best."
"You need more control," he told her. "You've got to lick it and tease the tip of it. Don't rush it."
"I guess I got carried away with your pecker," she said. "It is such a long, thick cock. Forgive me."
"All is forgiven," he assured her, "but the next thing you should do is lick it. Just let your pink tongue slide over the head of it. It'll taste good."
Carla knew what he was talking about. For there was a drop of crystal cum at the crown of his penis.
She let her tongue gingerly slip over the head of his shaft.
"Now suck me," he told her. "Suck it slow. Pull it in like quicksand. Suck real slow and easy."
She let her mouth move slowly back and forth over the head of his shaft. He became more and more aroused.
"That's the way to do it," he told her. "Suck it slow and even. Now you're doing it. Just like that. Yes. Suck. Suck me, Carla baby, suck me.
Mr. Carter gripped Carla's throat. And he gave her some more wise counselling.
"Every man is proud of his balls," he told her, "and it is important that you pull out the family jewels and play with them."
She reached in and fumbled around and pulled out Mr. Carter's testicles.
"Now massage the balls while you suck the cock," he told her, "and lick the sensitive glans portion of the penis with the tip of your tongue. That's it. I'll teach you to be a good cock sucker yet."
Mr. Carter continued putting a professional touch to his advice.
"If you really want to make a man enjoy it," he told her emphatically, "it is vital that you let him slide it down your throat. Most men know when to pull back so the sperm will unload in the woman's mouth. Because some women are crazy about sperm. They're sperm lovers. They want to taste it and swallow it.
Now, sweetheart, it is very important that you do it right for me. Because if you do, you will please your husband. I'm only trying to help him out. Now suck my cock good."
Carla was momentarily confused. For she wasn't certain that Freddy would appreciate her sucking Mr. Carter's cock, considering what it was costing her per hour. Nevertheless, she wanted to do her best to please and she performed expertly.
"Oh, sweetheart," he told her as he pumped his cock down her throat, "now you're doing it. That's the way I like it. Suck. Come on, baby, suck. You're doing it real smooth. Yes. That's the way to do it. Come on, baby, suck. Suck it smooth."
In and out his rigid cock rode down her throat.
"Yes," he exclaimed, "that's the way I like it. Now you're doing it. Come on, baby, suck it. Suck, baby suck."
He was so excited now he could hardly stand it.
"Oh, sweetheart," he smiled at her, "that's the way I like it. Suck. Oh, baby, let me pull it out of your throat and you get it in your mouth. You're gonna get a mouthful. You're gonna love it."
Gripping her head tightly with both hands he fucked vigorously.
"Play with the balls," he told her. "That's it, baby. Oh, you're beautiful. Suck it. Suck it. Oh, baby, finger my nuts. Oh, slip your finger up my ass-hole. That's it, Carla baby. Come on, Carla, cock sucker. Suck. Now you're doing it. Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes!"
Passionately he went on caressing her head. And then his hot cock exploded. She tasted the sweet sperm in her mouth.
"Don't swallow it at first," he told her. "Roll it around the tip of your tongue. Taste it. Enjoy it. That's the way. Oh, baby, suck it. It's sweet. Oh, that's a sweet cock you're eating. Oh, yes. Now, baby, you can swallow it. Yes, gobble me."
Carla swallowed Mr. Carter's cum load. When she opened her eyes as she slid off his saliva-slickened cock she looked up at him.
"Did I come here to blow you or get some advice?"
"I've helped you all I know how," he told her. "I am a firm believer in fellatio."
"What's fellatio?"
"Cock sucking," he told her, "in crude terms. I feel that a woman who knows how to play with a man's balls and suck his cock can keep him real happy."
"But Freddy is an ass fucker," she told him frankly, "and that's what I was worried about. I like to have men stick it to me from behind."
"I wish you'd told me before I slammed it down your throat," Mr. Carter complained. "I'm always trying to get my wife Mabel to let me slip it up her ass-hole, but she won't. Very disgusting and disturbing to me."
Mr. Carter paced the floor, his cock limp.
"I won't be able to get the damn thing up for another day," he told her, "and I know you'd be a good ass fuck."
"Sorry," Carla said pulling out her Kleenex and shedding a few tears.
"Don't cry over it," he told her. "You did your best. That was a super cock suck. You see, I have to train these different women how to entertain their husbands. Naturally, they never reveal to their husbands what they do. That would be wrong."
"Yes, they wouldn't understand," she said as a tremor overtook her voice.
"Now, my dear," Mr. Carter told her, "that will be fifty dollars. I normally charge seventy-five. But because of the excellent services that you performed, I would feel guilty if I charged you the full price."
"Thank you so much," she told him gratefully. "It's really sweet of you to think of me."
"I try to be thoughtful," he told her.
"That is obvious," Carla told him. "And I must tell you that's worth every penny to me."
"It would have been worth a lot more to me if I'd stuck it up your ass," he chuckled. "Maybe you can come back next week and I can teach you about ass fucking. It takes a lot of talent to give a man a good ass screw."