Chapter 5
Carla caressed her pussy, and an unmistakable tingle of naughty pleasure rippled through her body and dewy wetness filled her slit. Roxy said she got herself off regularly, often in front of Larry as part of their foreplay. Was that one of her problems? Jacking off wasn't one of her favorite ways to cum, but it sure beat nothing and she wasn't ashamed that she did it. She had never let a guy watch her jack off, but none had ever asked her. Maybe she ought to just do it without being asked and see if it really made a difference.
Larry was older than his perpetually horny little wife, but was obviously very proud of her. Still, he had a roving eye. Carla's tits were bigger than Roxy's, and Larry never failed to ogle her openly. She wondered if he only looked at other girls. His roving eye never seemed to bother Roxy. Maybe because he kept her so well-fucked.
She couldn't stand it when a guy she was with ogled other girls. Was jealousy part of her problem? Yeah, it probably was, but she'd never been with a guy who fucked her as much as she wanted so she didn't have to worry about competition.
Thinking about Roxy and Larry and their dynamite sex life made her pussy crave more tender touches. She sat on the toilet lid, hands trembling, more turned on than ever. Roxy said that Larry often got her off with his fingers before he screwed her. He got her off by sucking her pussy, too, of course. He was that kind of guy.
The delectable sting in her clit grew sharper and her nipples got real itchy, the dark points swelling as she stared at them. Her tits needed fondling by a guy, with his slightly rough hands and impatient touch.
Her pussy lured her fingers and her thighs opened spontaneously, as they did when she fucked, her hips lifting just the way they did when a cock invaded her pussy. She pressed her tender mound and sighed with rapture. She slid her finger along her thick-lipped slit. It was moist and slick, and heavenly tingles ran from her crotch to her tits as she inserted her finger and hunched.
She had no trouble finding her seat of pleasure. She had never actually looked at another pussy so she didn't know how her clit compared, but she knew that hers stood out like a tiny penis when it was erect. One time, she'd been with a guy who made a big deal about the size and sucked it until she thought she would lose her mind. That was a long time ago, and she didn't know why they broke up. He got lost in the shuffle somewhere along the way, she guessed. She tickled her fingertip around her swollen buzzer and gasped softly.
The goading ache in her loins dissolved into dreamy sex sensations, her thighs trembled, and her nerves almost screamed for relief. She rubbed her finger over her zone of excitement and shuddered, so excited, so aroused.
Without a conscious thought, her left hand went to one tit and her fingers sank into the tender flesh and she toyed with the tingling nipple. Her entire body flushed with carnal heat, the way it did when a guy drove his dick to the hilt in her pussy. Her hand flew to her other tit. Both of her nipples got stiffer and bolts of pleasure shot through her, from her tits down to her crotch. She worked her right hand faster and the wiggle of her rump made the toilet seat creak.
The sweet suspense continued to build, the movement of her fingers quickened, and she began panting out loud as she climbed the steep, heavenly slope. Hot thrills flowed from her clit as her right hand whipped her clit into a frenzy. Her shaking left hand enclosed the whole peak of one tit and she felt the stiff nipple rub her palm.
Her head jerked back, her hips lurched, and her thighs quivered. Her right wrist was tiring, but she couldn't stop! She panted and gasped, an excruciating ripple of delight clutched her cunt, her nerves tensed and then, suddenly, she reached the crest of the joyful slope and tumbled over!
She floated in a sparkly zone of erotic sensation, her clit throbbing fiercely under her dancing fingers, a welcome release running from her pussy, along her thighs, up to her nipples, then back to her cunt. She loved to cum.
She slumped, breathing hard, her arms dangling at her sides, sighing with pleasure and basking in the exquisite afterglow. She looked at her puffy pussy lips and wet fingers. Flying solo wasn't her preferred way to go, but it sure beat not flying at all.
Still not satisfied, she went to the bedroom and got her biggest vibrator, then went to the living room. She sat on the couch and spread her thighs, and her fervor built rapidly again as she caressed the inside of her thighs with both hands, and she felt juice gush into her slit.
She tipped her pussy up so she could see it better and opened the hair-fringed lips and stared at the dusky pink flesh. Her joy button rose slowly out of its hood as she stared at it, as if responding to her unspoken demand. Shivering, she slid her middle finger along her slit and up to her clit, then stuck the index finger of her left hand in her hole and wiggled it around.
"Eat your heart out, Jim, you ass-hole," she murmured.
Shivering as the urgency grew, she picked up the vibrator and set it on low and paused to listen to the faint humming sound. The first time she used it, she set it on high and it nearly drove her crazy. Juice had gushed into her channel and soaked it, so she didn't need any additional lubrication. She could shove the vibrator in with one hard, penetrating thrust, just the way a guy skewered her when he couldn't wait to ram his prick into her cunt.
She placed the smooth tip of the vibrator between the lips of her pussy. Even a jelly vibe didn't come close to matching the feeling she got from a real cock. Maybe she ought to find a nice girl as a lover and give up on guys. If Roxy wasn't so happily married, she would be the perfect candidate. She knew they could make such beautiful music together.
She let her legs fall father apart and nosed the tool into her wet hole. "Aaahhh," she moaned as she suddenly shoved the vibrator all the way in, and knew she was wrong. Playing with another girl now and then might be kinky fun, but she could never do without a live cock.
She closed her legs slowly, squeezing her thighs tightly over her pussy, and all signs of the vibrator disappeared. With the tool buried completely in her sex channel, she could barely hear it. But she could certainly feel it, and it felt marvelous. The only advantage a vibrator had over a live cock was the ability to vibrate, and she lay serenely, her mind blank as the pleasing little pulsations from the vibrator rippled out from her groin, making her buns flex and her toes tingle.
She teased and fondled the sensitive tips of her tits with her fingertips as her right hand wandered down her stomach and stopped with the heel of her hand on her pussy mound, her fingers pointing down. Her middle finger eased into the top of her slit and touched her clit, moving lightly in slow circles.
She liked her clit, adored the heavenly sensations that washed over her when it was touched. She liked it better when somebody else touched it, but her own touch was nearly as pleasing. The flexible jelly vibe droned inside her, and she liked knowing she could make her pleasure last as long as she wanted. There were no anxious moments of waiting, hoping a guy would bring the fulfillment his cock promised, and all too often failed to deliver. She could have as many orgasms as she wanted-and then some!
She kept her left hand on her tits, tweaking her nipples, as she opened her legs and stroked the vibrator in and out of her cunt, the knob striking deep, where the head of a cock seldom reached, feeling so fucking good!
The picture of a man invaded her blank mind, took shape slowly. A faceless man with a strong body and a large, hard cock. His cock, not her vibrator, filled her cunt. His finger, not hers, played over her clit, infusing her with such pleasure.
The finger on her clit moved faster and the soft tingles in her pussy strengthened, got a hard edge to them. She pinched her stiff nipples and drew them out to their full length and squirmed her ass impatiently.
The tingles grew stronger. Her finger moved faster, going back and forth and around in circles as she agitated her clit, coaxing all those glorious feelings from the hard nubbin. Her breathing grew labored. She felt the deep, warm flush that preceded an orgasm spread over her body. She was totally abandoned, whimpering her pleasure, reaching for the ultimate goal, exquisite sensations flooding her cunt, the delectable throbbing in her clit going on and on and on.
The man in her daydream thrust in and out of her cunt with powerful strokes. Her body quaked and spasmed, her hips arched off the couch, lifting her ass high, and her climax came abruptly, moments before she expected it. She panted and gasped as the finger playing over her clit moved faster.
Abruptly, the golden sensations dissipated. The vibrator continued to hum inside her cunt, but her clit felt numb. So, there was another thing she'd been wrong about. She couldn't make it last as long as she wanted. Her ass fell back to the couch and she pulled the vibrator out of her cunt, grasped it firmly in her fist and ran the tip over her clitoris. Nothing happened. Her fun for the night, such as it was, had ended.
She went to bed, still feeling tense, unfulfilled, and sleep was a long time coming.
Moments before she yielded to the sandman, when her mind was in the lull between sleep and wakefulness, she realized the man in her daydream was Larry.