Chapter 6
Carol Foster faced her sister across the breakfast table, her eyes shining with the continuing wonder of the fucking Mike had given her the preceding afternoon. She hadn't told Lisa what had happened, but her triumphant smile had been evidence enough.
"I don't want to hear about it," Lisa said quietly, avoiding Carol's satisfied grin. "We made a bargain, and it's over."
She saw Carol's head wag from side to side, and she looked up with a slight frown. "That's what you said."
Carol's smile became a look of hungry determination. "That was before I found out how wonderful it really is," the girl supplied. "Did you honestly believe I'd let Mike ball me one time and let it go at that?"
Lisa sighed, dropping her stare to the remains of her half-eaten breakfast. "Not really. I wouldn't, if I were in your place. So, I can't blame you. It's just going to take some getting used to. I've been thinking of you as an innocent child."
Carol rose to her feet, ignoring the way her thin wrapper gaped, revealing the tip of one breast and a flash of blond curls. Lisa's eyes caressed the exposed flesh, and she felt a powerful hunger suffuse her crotch. She forced her gaze away, finding her body tense with desire.
"I have some news," she said, trying to keep her voice from betraying her emotion. "How would you like to a trip on a real yacht?"
Carol frowned, her lips shaping a sensuous pout. "You're putting me on," she murmured.
Lisa shook her head. Hurriedly, she explained Satin's invitation. "She called yesterday, just before you and Mike came in. I waited until he returned the call before I was really sure. We're going to spend the whole weekend with Miss Gentry."
Carol's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Can I invite Jimmy?" she demanded, hugging her breasts and pushing one of them completely out of the gaping wrapper. The nipple was taut and quivering, causing Lisa to lick her lips at the sight.
"You'll have to ask Mike," Lisa said, her voice husky. "Miss Gentry is a very important client. I don't know what he'll say."
"Is he still in bed?" Carol asked. When Lisa nodded, she said, "I want thirty minutes alone with him. Okay?"
Lisa's shoulders rose and fell in resignation. "I won't interfere," she said. "In fact, since Mike won't be using the car, I think I'll do some shopping. It might be better if he knows I'm not in the house."
Carol smiled. "Now that is what I call cooperation. Don't be in a hurry to get back, will you?"
Waiting until she heard the Olds pull from the driveway, Carol slipped out of the wraparound garment and opened the door of the room where Mike lay, still sleeping, on the big bed.
Quietly, her pussy beginning to tingle with anticipation, she pulled the covers back from his naked body, her eyes staring at the meaty cock that drooped flaccidly along his left thigh. It seemed impossible that such a limp object could have filled her cunt so completely.
Carefully, she maneuvered her body onto the bed beside Mike's, pressing herself, full length, against him and kissing the slight stubble on his cheek. He stirred, rolling toward her and throwing one arm about her waist, his hips fitting themselves into the natural socket of belly and thighs. Carol felt the warm roll of his prick against her aroused cunt, swelling and stiffening as he murmured in his sleep.
She drew herself upward, the cock sliding through her labial cleft with the movement, and eased the strutted tip of her left tit into Mike's mouth. He accepted it with sleepy suction, coming awake as his tongue swirled happily about the succulent nipple. His eyes blinked open, and he released the breast with a strangled curse, sitting up in bed and pushing Carol almost off onto the floor.
She giggled, adjusting her naked body in balance.
"Lisa's not here, darling," she told him. "Lie back down."
He sank back, welcoming her lips as she leaned over him, and his hands roamed over her body, fingers caressing and exploring during the long wet kiss.
As he squeezed her tit, rolling the distended finger of her nipple, Carol made her request, finding her voice husky as his touch increased the desire in her quivering pussy.
"Hell, baby," he protested. "Miss Gentry invited us. We can't just take someone else along like that."
She disengaged his hand by sliding downward in the bed, bending over his hair chest and flicking her tongue against the tiny circle of his left tit. His body shivered in response, and he shoved his hips upward, grinding the head of his swollen cock into the firm under-sweep of her breast.
"You could fix it up, Mike," she reminded him. "One more wouldn't make that much difference. After all, Jimmy and I are practically engaged."
He ran his fingers through her blond hair, pushing her lips against the sensitive puckering. "Christ! You're only fifteen! Jimmy's only seventeen."
She smiled up at him, rubbing her chin against the miniature nipple, then kissing her way downward to his hard, flat belly.
"You didn't seem to think I was such a child yesterday," she whispered, driving her tongue into his navel with a savage twist. She wriggled about until she was lying between his legs, his huge prick nestled between the warm resiliency of her tits. The head rubbed her throat, wetting it with the slippery juice that was already seeping from its tip. Mike tried to push it higher, his hips grinding his heavy balls between her breasts.
"Kiss it for me, Carol!" He pleaded. "Jesus, kid! I've been thinking about that pussy ever since then! Kiss it!"
Carol arched her body upward, slipping her hands into position, one of them gripping his cock, and the other cupping his scrotal sac. Holding her weight on her elbows, she rubbed her dainty chin across the slitted head of his prick, moistening her lips slowly and teasingly.
"If you'll promise that we can take Jimmy," she said in a soft voice, "I'll do more than kiss it."
Mike's face twisted, his eyes almost crossed as he stared down at the lovely creature whose full, red lips hovered so near his strutted cock.
"Damn you!" he groaned. "All right! I'll call her."
Her head raised, the lips curving in a happy smile, moist and soft. "That's a good boy," she murmured. "Now, just be still. I'm new at this."
She opened her mouth wide, sliding her teeth over the big knob of his cock, her lips tightening about the shaft just below the rim of the engorged glans. Her tongue, hot and quivering, lapped gently about the head, pressing against the tender cock-flesh as its meaty bulk dragged in a delightful circling that made his ass cheeks clench against the bed.
"Goddamn, Carol!" he gasped. "You're driving me crazy! Suck it, baby! Suck my cock for me!"
Her jaw straining to encompass the thick prong, Carol's eyes smiled at his words. The big handsome man thought he had made himself a deal. But he didn't know that she was enjoying the taste of his prick just as much as he was digging the feel of her lips and tongue on its throbbing head.
She felt the huge shaft shudder, and a glob of pre-come bathed her caressing tongue, tart and salty and completely masculine. She had tasted her own juices, and she had been tempted to try Jimmy's thick sperm. But, until now, she had been uncertain as to whether she would like that slippery liquid.
The uncertainty vanished as her taste buds tingled and the first mouthful of saliva and jism slid down her throat. Her cheeks hollowed, and her jaw moved rhythmically as she began sucking, clamping her fingers more tightly about the base of his prick and she pumped it with a slow milking stroke that urged more of the delicious seminal fluid from the balls that seemed to pulsate in her toying palm.
Mike had fallen back onto the bed, his body quivering as he tried to keep his hips from stabbing the cock deeper into her oral grip. His chest heaved with pleasure as Carol continued that easy suction, her tongue swirling wetly about the knob, and her fingers sliding up and down, becoming wet and slippery with the saliva that spilled from her encircling lips.
It was Carol's first effort at fellatio, but she was familiar with the rules. As her mouth became accustomed to the unusual expansion of lips and jaw, she sucked the head a little deeper, slipping her tongue beneath the shaft and wriggling it against the pulsating ventral vein, beginning a slow bobbing of her head that let the rearing cock slide through the grip of tongue and palate in time with the pumping of her warm fingers.
The increase in sensory pleasure brought Mike's torso up in the bed, his big hands sliding down beneath her body to cup the twin mounds that swayed and bobbled with her posting mouth.
"Now, you're gettin' it, kid!" Mike groaned, catching the nipples with thumbs and forefingers, squeezing and tugging them as his hips worked in cooperation with the girl's movements. "Take a little more of it! That's when it's good! Take it deep!"
Carol was unable to control her own body. She had no intention of letting that monster cram its bulging head down her throat. Maybe, someday, when she was more experienced, she would try that. For now, all she wanted was to suck that delicious meat until it yielded its savory sauce for her hungry mouth and throat.
But a lust too powerful to resist had invaded her straining lips, and she discovered that her head was dipping lower with each slurping intake of the throbbing prick. Her lips had slipped down to meet her fingers, and she was literally fucking him with her mouth, sucking the knob back over her writhing tongue until it bumped gently against the soft arch behind her palate.
The cock delivered another hot glob of jism, and Carol lost all interest in trying to control her head as she thought of that load of creamy come that seethed in his hairy testicles. She was hardly aware of the pleasure induced by his fingers on her nipples. Only the taste and feel of that huge prick mattered. Only the frictioning through her lips, against her tongue, and into her throat was important.
She felt his hands leave her tits, and felt the fingers in her blond hair, powerful and demanding. She did not care. He could shove the whole nine inches into her, and she would want still more. She wanted his come, his sperm, his semen.
Her hand slipped down, fingers splaying against his belly, joined by the other hand, framing the base of his cock as her head flashed up and down, taking the swollen glans far back in her throat, then sucking greedily as it rode back to where she could flog it with her avid tongue.
Mike was pressing her down even harder, and she felt his wiry pubic hair tickle her nose as the cock filled her throat and stretched her jaw with its throbbing bulk. More of the jism spilled from the thick stem, and she swallowed it greedily, moaning nasally as the slippery liquid bathed her convulsing throat.
There was no verbal warning of his orgasm, but Carol felt the prick swell and tremble as the head jabbed its slitted tip between her tonsils. Instinctively, she drew back, sucking with fierce tugs, her tongue flaying the cock as the semen gushed in rhythmic spurts, filling her mouth faster than she could swallow.
"Drink it, baby!" Mike groaned, his ass hunching furiously as his prick exploded in her voracious mouth. "Oh, goddamn! Get it!"
The ropy sperm clung to her teeth and palate, seeming to ooze down her throat with her determined gulps. Her lips and tongue milked the spurting cock, sucking in rhythm with the ejaculatory spasms, and Carol swallowed the creamy liquid with noisy gurgles. She felt her pussy contract in a vicarious climax, and her ass wiggled, shoving the spasming lips down against the bed and sucking more hungrily as the shock waves of pleasure roared through her belly.
Mike collapsed as the greedy mouth pulled the last drop from his shuddering prong. But Carol continued her nursing, finally slipping her mouth off the cock and bending to lick the spilled semen from about its base, her tongue caressing the rearing shaft as she swallowed the delicious come.
Resting her cheek on Mike's thigh, she ran her tongue about her wet lips, gathering up the residue of sperm and drawing it into her mouth. A little smile played across her face as she contemplated her accomplishment. The first time she had ever given head, she had successfully deep throated a nine-inch cock. She wondered how Jimmy would react when she took his slightly smaller prick in that same exciting way. She wondered, too, if his sperm would taste exactly like Mike's, or if there would be a subtle difference to identify it.
She had so much to learn, she reminded herself, and it was going to be great fun learning. Rolling her head forward, she ran her tongue over one of Mike's big balls, smiling as the big man's hips trembled.
"You're good, kid," he complimented her in a hoarse voice. "That Jimmy is one lucky son-of-a-bitch."
Carol started to rise, pausing to plant a wet kiss on the head of his cock. "Don't forget what you promised."
"After that," he chuckled, "you can take a whole damned army along. I'll call Miss Gentry right after I eat."
Carol stood up, stretching and turning to exhibit her naked body as she said, "That makes my second breakfast." She pretended to frown. "Is come fattening, Mike?"
"Only if you forget the pill," he grinned. "You are on it, aren't you?"
"Of course, silly," she said, bumping her blond snatch at him. "I wanted to be ready when the opportunity came along."
Leaving Mike to his morning shower, Carol returned to her own room, slipping into the wrapper and tying the sash about her slender waist. Her pussy still tingled with hunger, but her throat throbbed contentedly, the taste of the cock lingering far back in her mouth.
Going to the kitchen, she washed her hands and began preparing Mike's breakfast, finding it easy to pretend that it was she, and not Lisa, who was married to the handsome man. By the time she had dished the eggs from the spluttering pan, her cunt was throbbing with the need for another sample of that huge tool that had so effectively transformed her from innocence to womanhood.
The Olds pulled into the driveway just as Mike entered the kitchen, shaved and smelling faintly of Old Spice. His broad chest and shoulders straining the dressing gown he had donned, he padded across to pull Carol into his arms for a quick kiss, running his hands beneath the wrapper to squeeze the cheeks of her ass as she gave him her writhing tongue.
When Lisa entered, carrying two large bags of groceries, Mike was seated at the table and Carol was busy at the stove. Lisa showed no trace of suspicion as Mike told her of Carol's request and his agreement to call Satin Gentry.
"I think it's a wonderful idea," Lisa supplied. "Jimmy's a nice boy."
Carol took over the task of placing the canned goods in the cabinets, stretching until the thin wrapper was molded about her rounded ass, and she could feel Mike's hot gaze follow each movement. Lisa carried several items to the big refrigerator, pretending to be absorbed in her work, but watching the exchange of glances between Mike and Carol.
"Are you going to the office at noon, Mike?" Lisa asked, pressing both temples with her fingers. When he nodded, she said, "I think I'll lie down for a while. That shopping gave me a dreadful headache."
Mike got to his feet to deliver a peck on the cheek and murmur a sympathetic remark, and Carol asked if she could do anything. Assuring them that she just wanted to rest, Lisa made her way to the bedroom, closing the door and staring at the rumpled bed, her hands pulling frantically at her dress. Lifting the hem, she stripped off her panties and stood, legs spread, inhaling the faint aroma of musk that lingered in the room.
Her eyes closed and her fingers slid up along the inside of her splayed thighs to fondle the moist lips of her cunt. Against the curtain of her eyelids, her mind painted a picture of the man and girl, sprawled on the bed, Mike's huge cock slithering in and out of that young, juicy cunt, pulling the quivering labia out, then pushing it back inside as the prick stretched Carol's vagina with its inordinate thickness.
Her fingers probed deeper into the labial cleft, the left hand massaging the engorged clitoris, while the right one forced three stiffened digits into the pulsating mouth of her cunt. "UUUNNNHHHl"
For a moment, Lisa thought she had given that throaty cry, for it came just as her fingers slid up into her vagina. Then, with a start, she realized that the sound had originated elsewhere in the house.
Slowly, moving without sound, she turned to twist the knob of the door, easing it open. Her right hand remained glued to cunt, the three fingers still thrust deep inside. She strained her ears. "UUUNNGGHH!"
It was Carol's voice, clearer and unmistakable. Lisa eased herself into the hall, tiptoeing along the narrow corridor until she could peer around the corner into the kitchen.
The sounds were louder. Carol's repeated gasps blended with Mike's softer grunts and the erotic slap of flesh against flesh. Even before she focused her eyes on the scene, Lisa knew what she would see, and her fingers began working furiously in and out of her aroused pussy.
"I'm fucked out, baby!" Mike gasped. Carol hid her smile of satisfaction. For a girl who had been a virgin only twenty-four hours before, she was doing pretty welL