Chapter 3
"Hello there, friend!" Carolyn caught up with the young man with the knapsack just at the turn to the duck pond. He looked extremely interesting to her . . . the kind of person she would enjoy talking to, and since she figured he was probably a stranger in town she hoped she would be able to help him out. Within a short time the two young people were sitting on one of the green wooden benches in the park, talking like old friends. They understood each other's desire for simplicity and directness, and enjoyed discussing various aspects of their respective philosophies with each other.
Carolyn loved looking into the boy's light grey eyes. He reminded her of someone, but she wasn't quite sure just who. His earnest face was open and honest, and Carolyn felt immediately close to him.
"Well, you have some time before you go to see your brother, then," she said, turning her big blue eyes in his direction, and letting them sweep lovingly over his face. He had only told her that later on when his brother got home from work, he would go to visit him and his wife.
"Sure ..." Guy said eagerly. He was free. He could do anything he wanted, and he had nothing but time. His brother wasn't even expecting him and he didn't even have to go to see him for days if he didn't feel like it! The pretty blonde girl was the best thing he'd laid eyes on since he could remember. His experience with girls was fairly limited... just to redheaded Abby at school in Albany, and she was such a bitch that it was hardly worth the trouble. This girl was sweet looking though, and her words were straight and true. There seemed nothing devious about her at all, and Guy found this refreshing and relaxing to say the very least. He was growing more and more excited by the fact that there were girls like this around! He had never really considered the possibility that there might be a girl as fed up as he was with regulations and hang-ups. Yet, here she was!
"Let's go get stoned, then," Carolyn suggested, merrily.
"Oh, yeah, let's!" Guy replied, and hand in hand they left the park and started toward the apartment building on "A" street. Guy didn't notice what street it was; he really didn't care. All he cared about at the moment was the little blonde girl whose hand clutched his firmly, and he kept on looking at her as they entered the dark apartment building.
"Right here ..." Carolyn said, fumbling in her pocket for the key to her door. "I hate keeping it locked," she explained as she brought him into the large sunny room, "But the super has a fit if I don't! Don't know what they're so uptight about. . . you'd think they'd let me worry about it if someone took my own things!"
Guy sat down on a brightly embroidered pillow. He guessed that Carolyn had done the hand work he saw as he looked around him.
"Actually," she was saying, "I wouldn't care if anyone took anything, I'd figure that then they needed it more than I do!" she smiled. Her big pearly teeth were so white that it made Guy think of those commercials that his mother and father were always looking at on television. But one thing was right about those commercials, Guy did find her teeth attractive. In fact, everything about Carolyn was to his liking, and now he watched her soft pink lips as she spoke to him. They were full and free of lipstick, yet they had a pleasant color of their own. Carolyn turned from him and started rummaging in a wooden box that sat on the floor near the wall. There was little else in the one-room apartment but the big brass bed, and Carolyn had furnished it with big brightly colored rugs and pillows and she had hung photographs from magazines on the walls. Guy lay his head back on the pillows and stretched his feet out on the rug. He felt more at home here than anywhere he'd ever been so far in his life.
Carolyn was rolling a thin cigarette of marijuana. He could smell the strong grass from where he was laying, and the thought of smoking it was already getting him high. He knew already that Carolyn would have the best quality grass, maybe Panama Red, or even some Acapulco Gold. And as she passed him the lit joint and he inhaled its dark brown sweet flavor, he knew that it was nothing like the stuff that they had at Stoker's High in Albany. All the kids liked to talk about smoking, and liked to brag about being high, but Guy knew from his first inhalation of young Carolyn's grass that none of them had ever been as high as he was going to get.
He felt like he was melting right down into Carolyn's rug, its bright colors were molding to him, and henceforth he would be orange and brown and red and green striped. The blue haze of smoke lifted into the sun streaks and Guy watched them curl into beautiful patterns. Carolyn was moving about the room making little sounds. The kitchenette seemed to appear from nowhere behind a wall, and then she was placing a glass in his hand. It was apple cider, and its cool taste filled his throat with myriads of flavorbuds of taste. He understood the meaning of the expression, "It just touches the spot!" with a new clarity. He laughed and told Carolyn this, and they both laughed together, the sound making them so happy that they continued laughing and laughing until abruptly it seemed time to stop.
They were silent for several long moments, and Guy was lost in a world of thoughts that kept coming one after the other, then he realized that he had said nothing for a very long time and he felt embarrassed, not being really used to the etiquette of pot smoking. It seemed natural to be silent, but an old memory of Guy Edwards' from the Stoker's High School came back to him and he wondered if he was being strange. He looked down at his glass, embarrassed, then drained it for the smooth energizing courage it seemed to be giving him. Carolyn was just sitting across from him ,on the floor, passing him the diminishing joint from time to time, and now he started to feel a bit better. It was odd, but with each sip of the cool amber cider his fears were slipping further and further away. A strange confidence that he had never before possessed was seeping magically through his blood. He marveled at it. All of his senses were being intensified, and there seemed to be no end to the things he could think or feel!
"It's a lot like acid," Carolyn said, "This grass I mean ... so strong!"
"I've never taken it," Guy replied. The bright orange of the blonde girl's shirt was making everything orange inside his head.
"You don't have to," she replied, "I have . . . and everything I know, I'll show you!"
It was a far out thing to say, Guy realized, and yet he knew exactly what she meant. She was to be his teacher, his guru, and he would learn many secrets from her. He was looking down at the fabric of the rug, thinking these thoughts, when he heard her making rustling sounds. Before he even looked up he felt a slight jerk from his heretofore dormant cock. Slowly, his head raised up and her bare feet and legs came into view. She was moving slowly, looking down at him, removing her shirt by lifting it carefully over her head. Her brown limbs and loins were strikingly slender and well proportioned, and she looked like a youthful water-sprite, or a goddess of some sort come down from Mount Olympus to be with him. There was no lewd or obscene movements on her part, as she stood finally completely naked before him, her high-set breasts quivering ever so slightly, her finely indented waist tapering down to the voluptuous curve of her hips. Carolyn's belly carried a fine line of blonde hair down the center, so pale that it would not have been visible but for the bright sun streaking in and catching its golden glints. And this line continued on down her softly pulsing belly to touch the wispy triangle of her hair-covered cunt.
Guy felt another jerk under his pants, and his cock began to harden at a quickening rate. Carolyn turned from him for a second, and bent to pick up her shirt and pants. She had been naked beneath them, he realized wearing not a stitch of underwear next to her skin. The full-rounded moons of her buttocks came into view, tantalizing the 17 year old boy as it gave him a completely unimpeded view of the narrow, hair-lined furrow up between her legs. He watched her with baited breath now as she walked away from him across to the bed. The cheeks of her firm but pliant buttocks jiggled ever so slightly with each step she took. There was a lithe suppleness about the young girl that exuded a sexuality that could not be ignored or denied, and Guy was awed by the fact that although she was a scant two years older than he, she seemed so much more mature and worldly than he.
He had never made love to a woman really, he thought, using the old fashioned term in his mind. Only fervent, ugly petting sessions with his sometimes girl friend, Abby, on her sofa; and once she had let him put it in her but had pushed him back out and scrambled away swiftly when she felt he was going to cum inside of her!
The full erection in his pants had risen to almost its entire height now, and the tight restriction of the material of Guy's jeans and underwear hurt as he pushed down, allowing the thickness of his young inexperienced cock to readjust itself to a slightly more comfortable position. But it only helped for a moment.
She was standing at the bed now, gazing dreamily across the room at him, and when she spoke, the softness of her voice made a velvety smooth feeling inside him.
"Guy . . . come on!"
Guy started, but otherwise remained motionless for a few seconds.
"Guy ... hey, Guy, are you there?" she called softer than ever, her total nakedness like a brilliant star before him.
"Y ... yes ... " he stammered. "Oh, yes ..." he was getting to his feet.
"Hurry, darling," she said, sitting down on the bed and making the springs creak beneath her weight. She pursed her soft lips at him and sat back slowly on the very edge of the bed. Flushed and disturbed, Guy started across the room. No thoughts of resisting her lovely appeal were in his mind, but his own inexperience slowed his steps and made him slightly hesitant. But this self doubt faded rapidly, the closer he got to the pretty 19-year-old blonde.
As she pulled him close to her sensually parted lips, and he bent down over her, still fully dressed, Guy felt a marvelous self-confidence that he had never experienced before... as though he had finally found the true strength. His emotions seemed to be on a see-saw, up one moment and down the next, but right now they were definitely up ... up like the burgeoning of his painfully swollen cock. The taste of her lips was sweet like the inner flesh of some berry, and she smelled like that, too. He felt himself grow dizzy as the hungry kiss continued, and he felt Carolyn's arms clinging round his neck, pulling him down on the bed beside her. Her sun-bronzed body squirmed against him, and he seemed to feel her nakedness even through his clothes.
"Let's get you naked, too," she said softly, when at last the kiss was over. Guy felt as though she had imparted to him secret knowledge of herself in that one kiss, knowledge that would-help him in the next few moments. The heat in his body was rising rapidly as he struggled out of his clothing. Looking down as he finally removed the last of his clothing ... his socks... he saw the thin, hair-lined lips of Carolyn's vagina clearly visible between her slightly parted legs. A pleased smile crossed his face and he turned to her, lengthening his body out beside her on the bed. The large full mounds of her breasts stared up at him wetly, as though they had been oiled and her ripe ruby nipples glistened with their pink bud-like tips throbbing slightly as she ran her own fingers slowly across them. Guy had never seen anything so erotic as the way the twin nipples responded to his young blonde companion's touches. They perked and grew hard and stiffened and he longed to touch them himself.
"You're beautiful!" he muttered, staring down at her nakedness and he could see that Carolyn's blue eyes were dilated a little from excitement and intoxication by the potent drug they had both inhaled, and it was all he could do to keep from throwing himself upon her and locking the hardness of his young male body to himself back. He knew that she wanted more from him than that, that she knew what making love was all about and that the reward would be well worth waiting for!
"You're beautiful, too!" she replied, smiling up at him. She lay quietly on her back, her arms behind her head, confident of her beauty and her power over this young boy. "You're something special!" she decided, suddenly. "Have you been with many girls?" she asked, her voice husky and low. The question did not seem an intrusion, and Guy did not hesitate to answer.
"Not enough ... not nearly enough," he replied, gazing at every inch of Carolyn's body, his eyes lingering first on those splendidly hard nipples and the soft swollen mounds of her breasts, roaming down along the gently heaving rib cage to the slender indentation of her waist. She was the most uniformly brown color of tan all over, almost as if she had been born that way, but the sparkling gold of her blonde-curled-cunt... that mysterious "vee" that drew him like a magnet... along with her straight cornsilk hair betrayed Carolyn's Nordic origins. The contrast was startling and the sight of the young girl spread naked on the bed for his pleasure filled eyes with even more lust. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips as though he had done this kind of thing all of his life. She pushed him away for a moment.
"Here ..she said, as she reached down beside the bed on her side. "Let's light up again!" Guy heard the sound of a match striking, and then they were inhaling the heady smoke once more. He had never looked forward to anything the way he did the changes that the marijuana produced in his consciousness. Everything was more, the whole world seemed a possible place to live in. They puffed in silence, alternately and then, Guy had an idea. Carolyn was already replacing the tiny remains of the joint they'd been smoking in a small ashtray beside the bed, and when she rolled toward him again, he leaned over her again and pressed his mouth tightly down against hers. The full mouthful of pungent smoke that he had retained filled her mouth and eventually her lungs as well; she was surprised at first and then delighted, and she deeply inhaled the dizzying weed.
Carolyn reached up and curled her arms around and pulled him down on top of her. One of his legs fell tightly between her open-spread thighs. She felt light as a feather beneath him, surprisingly supple and soft as though she were a cloud that he would fall right through. But her body was glued to his as though it belonged there. Together they made some sort of alien creature with four legs and four arms. Easily, she rubbed the full smoothness of her thigh up against his loins as he began to grind his lips harshly into hers, bringing his throbbing cock to what seemed an intolerable hardness.
He could feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping from the hardening tip, wetting the soft mass of her pubic hair and the under part of her belly. Carolyn continued to massage him, using her entire body with a practiced motion that made him think that he would cum right then and there. He could already feel the pressure building deep in his testicles down below! He thrust his tongue deeply into the young girl's waiting mouth and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her pearl-white teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine.
He pulled bis head away to escape the increasingly teasing sensation, and placed his thinly bearded cheek against her hair. The sunshine coming through the window across the room was not so strong now, but there was still the bright clarity of daylight. How long he had already lingered with the beautiful young creature Guy had no idea, nor did he care. Time had no meaning, and the universe centered around the bed upon which he lay, gently intertwined with his first lover. He was momentarily distracted by shadows of people passing the window, which was open just the slightest bit from the top. He had forgotten that the apartment was on the ground floor and it occurred to him that anyone the least bit curious could press his face to the windowpane and look in to see them there on the bed.
Guy hoped that someone would. That someone else would know of the excitement and wonder that he was experiencing on the big brass bed.
Carolyn stirred next to him. He realized suddenly that she was quivering softly beneath him, and that her thighs were moving once more against his young loins.
"You do want to fuck me, don't you?" she inquired, breathing deeply into his ear.
"Oh, God, yes!!" he answered. The lewd words coming from her mouth did not seem in the least obscene. They seemed accurate and meaningful to him and he was about to tell her so when she continued. "Then tell me ... "
"Oh, Carolyn, I want to fuck you more than anything else in the whole wide world!" he cried getting more and more excited.
"HOW, DARLING ... HOW, MY SWEET DARLING BOY?" she asked, groaning beneath him.
"DEEP!" he cried, "HARD! I want to fuck you like no one ever fucked you before! Like no one will ever fuck you again!!"
"OH GOD..." she cried, "Then do it... DO IT BEFORE I DIE!"
Her hand fell to his blood-engorged young penis as she said these words, and as she clasped it in her hand, she stared into his tormented eyes. "I like the feel of it!" she told him. "I know just how it is going to feel inside of me! Oh God I want you ... I want to feel it high up inside my cunt!"
Guy gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidly throbbing cock. He pressed his head forward and kissed her on the lips moistly, at the same time moving one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks. He cupped them and felt the beautiful full shapes he had only looked at before. Her body was warm and soft against him as she raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him. The odor of the oil she was wearing was maddening in his brain as her lips gave way to the harsher pressure of his teeth. She was allowing him to possess her, and the yielding softness of her entire being sent tiny chills darting over his naked skin. He groaned as the young blonde stranger crushed the full length of her hotly hungering body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body and pulling him up and over her in a surprisingly strong motion. Her quivering legs opened wide to take him between them.
"Only 3:30!" Sharon looked up from her typing and turned off the dictating machine. She momentarily removed the earplugs from her ears and rubbed them as she looked at the clock. It was the longest part of the day. She looked beyond the other two secretaries in the office toward the window, but all she could see was the tops of a couple of trees across the street, and the windows of one of the apartment buildings that faced the office building in which she worked.
How she hated it! Her eyes turned to read the page she had just typed:
We would appreciate hearing from you about this matter as soon as possible. If there is any further information with which we can supply you, do not hesitate to request it of us. Our staff is always ready to be of service.
Very truly yours, B. J. Garson, Vice President Walsh and Garson Co., Inc.
She had made an error and with a groan she realized she would have to use the correct-type again. It was the hardest time of day for her because she knew that her newspaperman husband would be getting ready to leave for work about then. He would arrive at the paper by 4 if he left in the VW bug by quarter of. She wondered how Gordon felt today.
He probably felt just fine, she decided angrily. He had no idea what she was going through, and she just didn't know how to tell him! Sometimes she wondered if she had married the wrong man entirely. She had never dreamed that gay, exciting Gordon could ever be the sullen frowning grouch that he had been most of the time recently. He had changed horribly, and so suddenly that Sharon wondered if he didn't have some deep problem that he wasn't telling her about.
"A real Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," she thought to herself, as she sat there, blissfully unplugged from her machine, staring out the window at the tops of the tree branches. All the other girls in the office, Shirley and Marge and even the girls in accounting had envied her marrying Gordon. He could be so charming when he wanted to be! She hated him for that, she realized now, whereas once it had seemed an asset that he was so good with people ... so friendly and outgoing, now it seemed a personal affront to her when he was so cold and silent at home.
"Of course the shift he's working doesn't help us any!" she thought bitterly. But there was nothing to do about that... not unless Sharon quit her job and that was out of the question.
Marge turned and smiled at her, and Sharon smiled wanly back. She knew that Mr. Garson was likely to come out of his office at any moment and frown at her for just sitting there for a few moments doing nothing. But she didn't care. Suddenly she stood up.
"I'm going home!" she declared.
Sharon had sick time due her, and today was one day when she needed it. She left the untyped letter on Mr. Garson's desk and gathered her things together and went home. Everyone hoped her headache would be better, and she felt just a little bit guilty about leaving Shirley and Marge to do the typing load that day, but not enough to turn back once she had reached the freedom of the outside.
"Ah!" she cried, taking a deep breath. She felt deliciously wicked. It was too late to catch Gordon, she knew, but perhaps she could go home and prepare him some wonderfully special dinner that night. She might even have time to finish that dress she had been making on the rebuilt sewing machine her mother had given her. It was a frivilous, frilly, cotton dress, one which got dirty quickly and was not good for just any old occasion. But, she might wear it that night anyway if she got it finished, and she might even reestablish some real communication with her husband, because she would be a new woman once she had it on.
"You tried that last night," a voice said deep inside her. But Sharon was so elated at having left work early that she felt a limitless wild enthusiasm. "So what?" she said to herself. "I'll try it again, only with a different twist this time!"
Carolyn crushed the young boy tight to her and ran her hands searchingly down over his body, eagerly exploring the secret hollows of his nakedness. His long pulsing cock was resting hard against her thighs, and it pressed into the narrow hair-lined furrow of her silken pussy. She arched up for a moment, levering them both up off the bed with the strength of her back, and reaching under her tensely straining buttocks with both hands she pulled her tiny vaginal lips slowly apart, giving Guy's penis even greater contact with the wet sensitive secret flesh as it lay the full length of the moist gently throbbing cunt. Then Carolyn seemed to relax, dropping her voluptuous body back to the bed, holding his rigidly secret cock trapped tightly between her tender but strong thighs.
Guy emitted a strangled cry and forced his hands down between the older girl's shoulder and the mattress and then ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel her undulating against him, imperceptibly at first, and then she was moving in a slow teasing rhythm.
The tense cords of the young girls' softly working thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and Guy wondered how they would feel later, gripping around him once he had sunk the full hardness of his cock deep inside her! He hesitated, and as if to encourage him further, she murmured into his ear.
"You feel so good ... so hard..." The flatness of her belly writhed up against his, and he pushed his trembling hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her softly giving buttocks in the palms of his hands, so that he pulled her seeping warm pussy up closer until it was pressed tightly against him. Then he moved up and down slowly, holding his breath as the insinuating hardness of his cock moved slowly up and down the ever moistening split of Carolyn's willingly spread cunt.
"OH ... OH ... OH!" he cried, as she began a more desperate rotation up against his young, inexperienced loins, until her legs without warning snaked upward clinging to either side of his slender body, her shapely calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter into her.
"Now..." she urged. "Fuck me now, darling, fuck me right now!" she moaned this into his mouth, her eyes tightly shut, as she implored him. He started to move, but the young 19-year-old moved first. Her hands thrust down between their nakedly twined bodies, and she circled his wildly throbbing cock, guiding it in between the pulsing hot lips of her silken-haired cunt. Guy groaned above her as he felt her move his lust-bloated cock up and down between her legs, parting the tender soft outer lips of her cunt with the rubbery round head of it! WHAT A FEELING! He couldn't hold back another second, and suddenly he flicked his hips forward with a sudden cruel thrust that drove his incredibly aroused penis into the welcoming mouth of her lustfully waiting pussy.
"NNNNNNNmmmmmmmmnnnnnghhhhhh!" she moaned beneath him, as Guy felt the warm elasticity of her seeping pussy slip wetly over his sensitively thrusting naked flesh. His hard young cock entered with a slight obscene pop and there was a long sliding wet sound as he rushed up inside her tightly clasping inner channel. He was yearning to mesh with this strange girl, to penetrate her very soul if he could, and at the moment he seemed very, very close. His hotly excited cock raced up to the highest part of her warmly squeezing cunt, up to the full depths of her flat little suntanned belly. It was soft and tight at first, aching the full length of his rock-hard penis, and then easier as the wetness of her cuntal passage surrounded him moistly and made him suddenly hit bottom, his balls slapping hard up against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
"OOOOOOOOOooooooooh!" she screamed, and Guy thrust harder. The pleasure between them was something real... something that he could actually create with his cock! He reveled for a moment in the incredible power that he had... that they both had, to create this thing between them!
Guy ground his desire-filled loins into the squirming softness of the teen-aged blonde's flesh beneath him as she strained back under him, lifting them both several inches off the squeaking mattress from the strength of her upward thrusts. Ceaselessly, she moaned beneath his pounding young body. He was hard and lean above her, and his 17-year-old cock enthusiastically joined with her tormented by seeping cunt, making her open and close her tremulously tensed legs around his thrusting hips as she worked up and down meeting his every move. Her full soft lips were gaping wide, and her tongue hung out as she panted beneath him. Her straw-colored hair thrashed against the pillows as she flailed her head from side to side.
"OH GUY!!! OH GUY ITS GOOD ITS GOOD ITS GOOD!" her voice was low and rutting and he answered her in his own tense tones, "IS IT GOOD? IS IT GOOD? IS IT GOOD, HUH??"
Sharon was humming a little tune to herself as she let herself in her apartment. She went immediately to the windows and opened them, after noting that Gordon had not made too much of a mess in the kitchen that day. She was still humming as she unzipped her jumper and stood in her slip and stocking feet in the living room. She decided to get herself something cool to drink from the refrigerator and then she returned to curl up on the pull-out sofa that had once been the sole sleeping unit of her bachelorette apartment across town. Now it made a nice sofa for their living room, and Sharon sipped her diet-cola happily, beginning to look on the positive side of everything for the first time in what seemed much too long a while!
It was then that she heard the sounds coming from the apartment next door. She and Gordon had apartment B, and Carolyn Carswell lived in apartment A. Their living room wall shared a wall with Carolyn, and although she often moved her bed about, the big brass fixture was now firmly established against that wall.
Sharon realized that it was rare that the teen aged girl used the living room at this hour, and that in fact, the only other times she had heard Carolyn next door had been when Sharon was doing something that was unusual to her normal schedule. Since Gordon was hardly ever there, Sharon spent most of her time in either the kitchen or the bedroom, where she had installed the portable TV.
"OH NO!" she gasped aloud, her eyes growing wide with alarm as she realized just how much she could hear from next door.
"OOOOOOOOOOOh!" Carolyn cried, "Stick your finger in my ass!" "GO ON ... DO IT! DO IT" she barked at him, her eyes gleaming with lust. -
Obediently, Guy reached under her and between her gyrating ass-cheeks as he continued to drive his thickening cock rhythmically into the seeping moisture of her wide-held pussy. He stretched the crevice between the young blonde's buttocks wide, searching for the little opening of her anus with the trembling tip of his middle finger. Suddenly he found it!
A tiny ruvulet of warm moisture ran down between her wide-spread crevice from the point where he could feel his hard cock sawing mercilessly into her upturned flesh. There was a obscene din beneath them as the old brass bed creaked and groaned and squealed out its complaints and the young couple bounced and churned upon it. Guy probed experimentally with his middle finger against the puckered little hole, and then he pushed hard, feeling it give way a little then suddenly the tightness of it yielded completely and his finger slipped into the small nether ring, sinking in almost to the first joint.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" it hurts ... "Don't stop ... don't stop!!!" she cried.
The contradiction of her words drove him on. He thrust again, harder this time.
"OOOOOOOOHH YES ... OH GOD HOW IT HURTS!" she cried, but she suddenly began screwing her soft cheeky buttocks back upon his hand until his finger was completely lost, sunk high inside the moistened back entrance between them. He jiggled his finger a little bit inside then rotated it as much as he could in the fleshly depths of her rectum. Never would he have thought of touching her there, and now here he was spearing in and out of both her steaming wet passages.
Guy marveled at the way his pretty young companion felt inside. He could even feel through the thin wall of flesh that separated her hotly clasping vagina and her anus the swiftly moving thickness of his stone-hard cock as it slid in and out! Urged on by his ever mounting lust, Guy began skewering the desire-tormented young blonde between his thrusting penis and his rotating middle finger, maintaining the same rhythm for each as she groaned and bucked under him. The young girl's legs opened wide out over the bed to give him even greater access to the ravishing of her lustfully aroused loins.
Guy could feel his cock thickening and growing inside of her tightly contracting wet vagina until it felt as though it were going to . burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his lust-constricted young balls. They slapped heavily against her upraised buttocks below, and it wouldn't be long now ... it wouldn't be long at all before he was going to explode! A steady stream of jibberish came tumbling from Carolyn's mouth as she writhed beneath her 17-year-old lover. She was near completion now and as he began ramming it to her with long hard strokes in time with his lewdly skewering finger in her rectum, she grew more and more excited. She gurgled beneath him and then began to open and close her strong brown thighs around him in time to this long hard thrusts up into the moist depths of her battered pussy.
"OOOOOH IMMMMMM CLOSE ... IMMMM CLOSE ... IMMM ALMOST ... OH FUCK ME ... FUCK ME HARDER ... HARDER THAN THAT HARDER ..'. HARDER ... HARDER!" she wailed, chanting and mumbling and spurring him on with the pounding of her feet high on his arching back. Her legs were jacknifed up tight now, pressing her knees all the way back onto the brown swollen mounds of her breasts and the pressure on the sensitive softness of their flesh added to her raging frenzy. Her blue eyes rolled uncontrollably and her face was contorted and straining for the final moment that was so near.
He continued his merciless thrusting with all of his might, and then suddenly she coughed up at him, " O O OOOOOOoo oo oooh ITTTTTSSSSS CUMMMMMINNNNNNGGGGM! IIIIIMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMINGGG!" Her thighs pulled back tighter until the whole of her stretched pink pussy was presented up to the lusty 17-year-old to pound and use as he wished. Her trim ankles locked over his shoulders as her desire-inundated pussy squirmed desperately beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance that almost frightened him.
"GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
But it was happening for him, too, and just as a low banshee scream formed on Carolyn's strawberry colored lips, piercing through the sounds of the squeaking springs and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together, Guy felt great swirls of heat building deep, deep in his balls and the muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure. He groaned, over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth. A deep gutteral sound started from his chest as he felt his hot sticky sperm race from the warmth and safety of his protective testicles and begin spewing in hot thin streams into Carolyn's wildly contracting cunt. His hands tangled cruelly in her long blonde hair as he emptied the white-hot sperm into the dark wetness of her pussy.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHH OOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!"
Carolyn's nostrils flared wide as she screwed her loins upward onto his thickly thrusting cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her hungrily thirsting pussy jerked and sucked spasmodically against Guy's taut belly.
"Oh you gave it to me ... you did ... didn't you?" she gasped.
Beneath him the 19-year-old girl held her breath for a long moment, and then let it loose, her nakedly satiated body collapsing limply down onto the mattress. There she lay still beneath his heaving hardness, her tingling cunt still locked tightly around his spent cock. Guy pushed deep, deep into her for a moment and then lay quiet on top of her, filled with a stunned joy that was etched deep upon his consciousness.
Next door, Sharon collapsed upon the sofa in tears. Raging and sobbing violently. Then, belatedly, she jumped up and ran into the bedroom, where she jumped under the covers and continued her body-racking sobbing. Every cry and every bounce, every tormented squeak of the bed next door had been dinned into her shocked listening ears, and now she was filled with an intimate knowledge of her next door neighbor's life that she never would have wanted to have. The worst was that she recognized her own tormented reaction for the dismayed jealousy that it was.
"SHAMEFUL ... OH ITS SHAMEFUL!" she cried to herself under the covers, but she knew that she would give anything... almost anything to know the same kind of mindless bliss with her beloved husband.