Chapter 11
Dinner was a simple affair, broiled steaks, a big green salad, wine and crusty French bread.
Josh ate the steak and bread and drank the wine. He eyed her all through dinner, trying to figure out what was so different about her. He knew something was, but couldn't put his finger on it.
Carole smiled every time she caught him looking at her tits. She added to the sexy teasing by playing with her nipples, pretending that she didn't know he was watching. She thought about fingering her pussy, but decided he couldn't see what she was doing, and that was the whole idea.
"So," he said, "what have you been doing with yourself lately?"
"I had coffee with our neighbors day before yesterday."
"Which neighbors?"
"How many do we have?" She caught his dour look and held up her hand. "No, I'm not going to bitch at you again for moving us way out here in the sticks. Kathleen called and invited me over to get acquainted with her and Cinnamon. I know, people in the city don't do that anymore, but it's still quite common out here. Old West hospitality at its best, I guess. Anyway, I like them. We got along very well. I don't agree with you that Kathleen is a lesbian."
"Well, I've been wrong about women before," he laughed. "All the time, in fact. I saw a sweatshirt ad in a catalog the other day that said women should come with instructions. I thought I might buy one."
"You do a lot better than you think, when you put your mind to it. Besides, if you knew everything about women, you would probably find us pretty dull and boring. Why do you think we work so hard at being mysterious?" She leaned over and checked his plate. "Finished? How about a walk in the woods to settle your dinner?"
"I can think of better ways to settle it." He waggled his eyebrows in a pitiful imitation of a lecher.
"I know what you want, you dirty old man! What's that old saying the bachelors use all the time? Something about stuffing and mounting their dates, isn't it? Meaning buy them a nice dinner and then expect them to fuck you as repayment."
"Any objections?"
She smiled coyly, licked her lips seductively, and pushed her chair back. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the sheepskin rug in the living room.
"Suppose I fuck you?" she said, pushing his robe off and letting it fall to the floor.
He opened his mouth to reply; stopped when she dropped to her knees in front of him and caught his cock with her mouth. She put her hands behind his knees and pulled, indicating that he should get on the floor. She kept his cock in her mouth, sucking vigorously, while he went to his knees and then onto his back.
She lifted her head and surveyed his erection. "There, that ought to do it," she said cheerfully. She removed the split-crotch panties and cut-our bra. "We'll both enjoy this more without those in the way."
"I'm not prone to argue," he quipped.
She pushed his legs together and straddled them. She grasped his cock, and stroked it as she knee-walked slowly forward. Looking him in the eye and grinning mischievously, she stuck the head of his cock in her slit, against her clit. She twisted her hips in a tight circle, teasing herself with his knob.
"Ummmmmm, I love hard cock," she breathed.
She pushed his shaft back, running the head through her slit. She sank down, taking barely an inch into her wet hole. She lifted her ass and rubbed his cockhead back through her slit to her clitoris. She jerked his cock back, stuck it back in her hole and sat down slowly, very slowly, very leisurely. His lance slid into the wet warmth of her sheath with ease.
"Aaaahhhh, yes, baby, excellent cock. Just heavenly. It fills me so perfectly, stretches my cunt just the way I like. So wonderful." Her cunt swallowed all of his cock and she sighed deeply. "I love to fuck," she said softly, as if talking to herself. She supported herself with her hands on the floor. She tickled his nose with her stiff nipples and fucked him very methodically. "Darling, have you ever watched women make love? I don't mean in those videos you keep hidden in your darkroom and watch on the sly. I mean live, right in front of you."
A vivid image of Kathleen and Cinnamon flashed through his mind. "Once or twice," he replied. "What makes you think I keep porno movies hidden in the darkroom?"
"I think you keep them hidden because you think I would object to you watching them. I just might like to watch them with you."
She slid all the way down, filling herself with his long, throbbing prick. He moaned softly, feeling a wave of pleasure shoot through him. He thrust his crotch up, pumping his cock into her.
She hadn't fully answered his question, but he let it pass. Knowing that she would like to watch them with him gave him a further insight into her. Until tonight, he thought he knew her pretty well.
"You've never told me, did you have a wild bachelor party?" Her ass rose and fell slowly, rhythmically.
"The usual, I guess." He grabbed her ass and dug his fingers into the taut, tender flesh of her buttocks.
"Did you have a girl who jumped out of the cake and then you got her for the night?"
"You sound like you know a lot about bachelor parties." Did she have another surprise for him? One that he might not want to know about?
"Well, I've never been to one, but I read a lot and listen a lot." She rubbed her nipples across his mouth. "Did you get her for the night? Was she a good fuck?"
One of his fingers slipped into the deep crevice between the cheeks of her ass. The tip of his finger touched her puckered, flexing ass-hole. She shivered and corkscrewed her ass gently.
"What is this, twenty questions?" He tried to sound put out. The way she fucked him and her nipples tickling his face made that impossible.
"I might have that many," she laughed. "Tell me."
"I got her. She was okay."
Carole chuckled. "Tell me about her. What was she like? Describe her. You don't have to use names if you don't want to."
"I don't remember her name," he replied. "I do remember that she was a schoolteacher who moonlighted as a dancer to earn extra money. She was working on her Ph.D. She had dark brown hair, and a small body, but her ass and tits were nice sized, and she had good legs."
"Tits and ass and legs are important to you, aren't they?" She didn't wait for him to answer. "Actually, I guess you like what's between a girl's legs more than you like her legs. Go on, tell me the rest."
"She wasn't a ravishing beauty by any means, but she fucked like a wild woman at the drop of a hat and she would drop the hat. She sucked cock very well and came quickly from a good pussy licking, but she preferred fucking."
"Tell me about her pussy," Carole whispered excitedly.
He saw how much his story aroused her and got into the spirit immediately. "She had the thickest bush you ever saw, a mass of brown hair covering her pussy completely. You couldn't even see the lips until you parted the hair. She didn't have protruding lips the way you do."
Carole hunched his cock hard. "What was her clit like? Was it bigger than mine?"
"It practically filled her slit. It looked like a tiny penis when it came out of its hood."
"Oooooo," Carole whimpered. "God, this makes me so fucking hot!" She stared at him, her eyes burning with lust. "Do you get turned on when you watch porno films?"
Her ass began going a little faster. Her fiery sheath slid smoothly up and down on his thick prick. She tightened her cunt muscles when her ass sank down and loosened them when her ass went up.
"Yeah, I guess so," he admitted reluctantly. He didn't remember her having such good control of her cunt muscles.
"How about the scenes where two women make love?" She was determined to keep after him until he answered all of her questions. "Does that turn you on?"
He slid his finger down to her stretched, sultry lips and wet it in her pussy honey. He put the tip of his finger back on her ass-hole and pressed. Her sphincter flexed wildly. He pressed harder and his slick finger popped inside.
"Oooooo," she whimpered. "I like that!" She tightened her cunt muscles and twisted her ass rigorously. "Tell me!" she hissed through clenched teeth.
"How do you know about such scenes in porno films?" he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion.
She took a deep breath and slowed her pace. "I've seen a couple of them. Before I met you. Stop ducking the question."
Much to her chagrin, she found herself fighting a losing battle. His big cock in her pussy and his finger in her ass had her much too close to cumming. She wanted to make it last a long time, both for the sheer pleasure of fucking and until he answered all of her questions. She wasn't sure that she could do either.
"Well, those scenes are like the rest of the movie. All of them just sort of blend together and make a guy horny."
"Uh huh," she mumbled. "Do you like bisexual girls?"
"I don't know any bisexual girls," he replied.
"You know Kathleen and Cinnamon, and I'm pretty sure they're bisexual." She had to shade the truth, or admit that she knew for sure. She wasn't ready to do that, not until she knew how he would react.
"I don't know them that well." He had to shade the truth, or tell her what he did with Kathleen and Cinnamon. He wasn't about to admit that he had fucked another woman. She might suspect it, but he wasn't going to admit it. Ever!
"If you had just met me, and found out that I was bisexual, how would you feel? Would it turn you off? Excite you? Or not make any difference one way or the other?"
"I've never thought about it one way or the other," he lied. "I suppose it might excite me. Are you trying to tell me something?"
"I'm trying to find out how you feel about bisexual women. Kathleen and Cinnamon are our neighbors, and we can't easily avoid them. Besides, I don't want to. As I said, I like them, and I don't want you to be uptight around them."
"I'll be all right around them. Basically, they're nice people."
"What would you say if I told you that I might want to make it with another woman? You know, just once, to see what's it like."
"I don't mind," he said. "You'll have to chose the other girl carefully, in case you don't want do it again. You don't want to get involved with somebody who won't let go."
"Well, I don't think Kathleen and Cinnamon are pushy. It isn't something I want to do solo. I would want you with me, to take care of me afterwards."
A vision of his wife licking Kathleen's pussy flashed into Josh's mind. If Carole licked her pussy, maybe he could somehow coax Kathleen into letting him fuck her. "That would be exciting. Do you think you can set it up?"
Passion was rapidly overtaking her, and Carole didn't have to try to hide her inner smile. "If you want me to, I'll try."
"Go for it," Josh rasped.
Her ass rose and fell faster. He tried to work the finger in her ass in counterpoint to the cadence of her fucking. As she sank down, her pulled his finger back. As she rose, he arched his back to keep his cock in her cunt and plunged his finger into her ass-hole.
"How long can you hold out before you cum?"
"We'll just have to wait and see," he moaned. "The way you use your cunt muscles is fantastic!"
"You like that, huh?" She sat up straight and played with her clit while fucking him. "Do you like to watch me do this?"
"You're really wild tonight. Are you going to jack off?"
"Fucking right, I am!" she moaned.
She shook all over his lap, moaning and panting, bouncing on his prick and strumming her clit. She squealed and came twice. She dropped back over him and kissed him on the cheek and mouth. She stuck her tongue down his throat and then in his ear. She bit the lobe of his ear and made him cry out.
He tried to ignore his paranoia about the change in her attitude and relish the carnal stimulation that seared every part of his body. The sensations became more intense with every gambit she used on his cock. She slipped and slid and jumped on his throbbing rod.
"Do you like the way I'm fucking?" she whispered in his ear, her voice strained with excitement.
"Fantastic, baby," he wheezed. "Fucking fantastic!"
She sat up again, squatted over his loins and increased speed. Her cunt went up and down on his cock, her ass twisted in tight corkscrewing motions. She kept her cunt muscles clamped tight.
He had only to lie there and let her ravage her cunt with his cock. He started to tell her to lighten up because his cock was getting sore. He never got the words out of his mouth.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed. "I'm cumming, baby! Oh, God, am I ever cumming!" Her words became a garbled babble as her orgasm grew in ferocity.
Her pleasure grew steadily wilder, like massive waves thundering on the beach. Passion churned, crashed against her, turned her over and over. Heated ecstasy consumed her.
Each time his cock stabbed her frenzied snatch, his pleasure increased. The agonizing bliss threw off his equilibrium, and he felt lightheaded, like he was on a wild roller coaster ride. But now the sensation focused on the fire in his cock as it plunged in and out of her terribly tight cunt. He barely managed to keep his finger working in her ass-hole.
She screamed louder. She didn't know which was better, his cock plundering her cunt or his nimble finger stuck up her ass. His finger made everything come alive for her, taking the emphasis off her cunt exclusively. She felt her orgasm as a flowing sensation, running all through her body.
She slowed, focused her eyes, and smiled at him. "Oh, baby, that was the very best!" She rolled to the side and got on her hands and knees with her ass stuck up in the air. "Fuck me this way, darling! Do it doggie-fashion."
Josh scrambled to his knees behind Carole. He paused for a moment to let his passion subside. Fortunately, she got off him when she did. A few more of those wild moves would have drained his cock.
He gripped her lush hips and moved closer. She curved her back down, tilting her pussy up. He gazed at her blonde-haired slit as his prick nudged against it. She rocked back at him and his cock slid into her slick, super hot channel. He pulled on her hips and pressed his belly into her firmly rounded buns.
Carole sighed softly, straightened her arms, and pushed her ass back. Josh clung to her flared hips and fucked her with sustained, controlled strokes. She rocked back and forth in perfect harmony with his thrusting lance. Her dangling tits swung back and forth and bounced from side to side.
"Oh, baby, when you fuck me this way, my tits flop all over the place," she moaned. "It feels so fucking good!"
He craned his neck and looked at her tits. "Your tits are too firm to flop," he rasped.
"Do you like to watch them jiggle? Fuck me harder and watch how they shake."
He slammed his cock into her, going to the very bottom with each lunge. His balls swung forward and banged into her nest of abundant, cottony pubic hair every time he drove into her.
She balanced on her left arm and reached back with her right hand to rub her clit. She moaned and shoved her ass back faster, harder. He fucked her full tilt, his teeth clenched, sweat coating his body in a filmy sheen.
"Now!" she screamed.
Her movements became convulsive. She twitched and twisted and bucked so hard that she lost her rhythm. He hung onto her contorting hips and plowed her pussy with turbulent thrusts. He didn't care about rhythm. The profound need to cum blanked out all coherent thought.
Her ass banged into his groin, her body wracked with exertion of her climax. Her furious movements, and her vise-like cunt muscles, brought on his orgasm. He came in deep, pulsating spurts. His cum filled her and flowed back along his shaft and down the crack of her cunt.
He fell onto his side, his body as limp as his cock. She whirled around, grabbed his flaccid prick, and stuffed it into her mouth. Sucking affectionately, she drained the last drop of his elixir.
She raised up and looked at him with a big smile on her face. "Now I have cum running down my legs," she said with a giggle. She gave him a sloppy kiss and snuggled down at his side.
"Let's go to bed, baby," he panted. "I'm bushed."
"I'm the one with the bush," she teased. "And you sure did a great job of beating it."
"If I quit work early tomorrow night, can we do this again?" he asked.
"It will have to be late. Kathleen is having a little get-together tomorrow night, and we're invited."
His spirits fell, his hopes of getting to Kathleen temporarily put on hold. Nothing would happen at a social get-together.
"Well, we don't have to stay late," he said.
"We can leave whenever you want," Carole replied. This time, she did have to hide her inner smile.