Chapter 10

Exactly one week later, Carla lay naked on the couch, watching John Hiller and Wendy fucking on her living room floor. Things had gone pretty much as she had expected. There was no word from Timmy Barnes, and Carla had tried to console herself with an endless round of orgies with her other young lovers, just as she was doing at that very moment.

She had confronted Jeffrey Barnes in the man's office but had gotten little for her troubles but an apology. The man understood his son as little as Carla did, could not explain why he had been so cold and cruel to the woman. Jeffrey had offered to take up where his son had left off, but Carla had laughed in his face, knowing she was no longer subject to blackmail.

Mr. Barnes wasn't likely to fire her now, no matter how much fucking around she did at the office. Arturo had been given free rein, allowed to come in and fool around at any time during the morning or afternoon. The funny thing was that nobody else in the office seemed to sense what was going on right under their unseeing eyes.

Carla had kept in touch with her other lovers as well, seeing them individually as well as in couples. Charlie Foster had paid a visit the previous night, and then John and Bobby had shown up soon after his departure. Wendy, too, had done all she could to soothe the heartbroken woman, but Carla seemed beyond consolation, lost in a world of her own.

Sometimes Carla was able to forget her heartless lover completely. Her sexuality had not really changed and it was easy for her young lovers to turn the woman on, to arouse her to new peaks of frantic sexual activity. At other times, even in the midst of her passion, Carla could see the boy's face clearly, could remember everything they had done together.

Carla had tried to put her problems into perspective, seeing herself as objectively as possible. She had decided not to fight her sexual drives any longer, but that meant she still desired Timmy, the most stimulating of her lovers, the youngest and most vulnerable of all. Thus, she found herself in a bind, relieved only by a ceaseless round of sexual activity.

This particular evening, a Thursday, had started rather well. John and Bobby and Wendy had called her from the discotheque, immediately realizing that Carla was in a bad mood and needed their company. They had arrived less than an hour later, bringing a bottle of gin and an ounce of grass, immediately starting an impromptu party in Carla's living room.

Unfortunately, Bobby had left early, too depressed by Carla to hang around for long. She had made the best of things with Wendy and John but soon lost enthusiasm for sex, preferring to sit quietly on her sofa, a drink in hand, watching the other couple go through their paces on the floor.

They were putting on a pretty good show, Carla decided, having fair success in taking her mind off her troubles. First they had sixty-nined before Carla's staring eyes, knowing that the woman was watching them, exaggerating their movements but enjoying each other's attentions nonetheless.

Then Wendy had turned over to her hands and knees, allowing John to fuck her from behind. The boy wad dividing his strokes between cunt and asshole, his stiff prick nowhere near ready to shoot its load. The lad had come twice already that evening and knew that he could hold out almost indefinitely.

Carla watched for as long as she could stand it and then decided that she might as well get in on the fun. She brought out a small footstool and placed it in front of Wendy's lowered body, sitting down so that her own naked pussy was staring Wendy directly in the eye.

Wendy picked up on the hint immediately. She would have preferred to finish fucking John before getting into a scene with Carla but she knew that she had to be good to the confused woman, deny her nothing. Wendy craned her slender neck forward, her tongue making quick contact with Carla's pussy.

Carla sighed with lust as she felt the familiar tongue invading her body. She was drunk and stoned now, almost able to forget her problems. Wendy's tongue brushed against her sensitive clitoris and then Carla felt whole again, felt her body beginning to react in its usual passionate manner.

John couldn't have been more pleased with the new situation. It was possible for him to fuck Wendy and watch her eat out the other woman's pussy simultaneously. The two of them were working him into a state of exhaustion but he was having far too good a time to care.

John shoved his prick deep into Wendy's pussy, so that he could almost stretch his arm out and fondle Carla's lovely tits. His cock was throbbing from within but the boy was still not ready to fire his wad. No, he preferred Carla over Wendy and hoped that he would have a chance to empty his balls into one of the luscious blonde's irresistible orifices.

Carla leaned forward, forcing Wendy's tongue deeper into her pussy. She could feel her clitoris rubbing against the woman's face while Wendy's tongue did its work well, hollowing her from within, driving Carla half out of her mind with lust. It was still early in the evening, but Carla felt as if she could go on all night, until collapsing from exhaustion.

She began to fondle her own tits, cupping her hands over the large spheres and manipulating the pink nipples until they had hardened and turned a dark red color. Her ass bounced up and down on the small footstool at the same time her strong vaginal sphincter locked itself around Wendy's tongue.

Eventually it became too much for Wendy to take. She loved making it with Carla, but it was impossible to concentrate with John's big prick probing her from behind. Wendy disengaged her limbs gingerly, sliding her cunt away from John and her face from Carla's dripping pussy.

"You two fuck for a while," Wendy announced, struggling to her feet. "I just can't take it anymore. Go on, Carla, I don't mind at all. It'll do you some good, for sure."

Carla needed no such encouragement to get her to put out for the handsome young stud. She lay down flat on her back on the soft carpet and waited for John to approach her. John knew the woman didn't want anything fancy or subtle, needed him to fuck her hard and fast. His prick was still stiff as a bar of structural steel, ready to serve Carla's every wish.

He crouched before the supine woman and wedged his head between Carla's thighs, taking over where Wendy had left off. Carla sighed with relief, twining her fingers in the boy's long silky hair, encouraging him to bring her to orgasm. Her body was as sensitive as ever, even at the brief moments when Timmy's face would appear unbidden in her mind's eye.

John's tongue slid directly into the breach, covering every available inch of Carla's sweet pussy. His mouth worked double time, his lips closing over the woman's clitoris, his teeth occasionally biting into that sensitive gland. Carla lay back and closed her eyes, finally able to forget everything but ebb and flow of her own bodily desires.

All the while, Wendy remained on the couch, watching the other couple in desultory fashion. It had been fun to make it with John and Carla together but now she really needed a rest. Carla was fighting a losing battle as far as Wendy could tell. There was no way she was going to forget that Barnes boy, no matter how many other young men she saw fit to fuck.

Soon John tired of eating out Carla's pussy, deciding that it would be more fun to fuck the woman. He removed his head from Carla's loins, gently disengaging the woman's clutching fingers. Carla stared up at him in confusion but John smiled at the woman, holding his stiff prick in his strong right hand and guiding it slowly and surely into Carla's waiting pussy.

John began to fuck the woman furiously as soon as he had entered her dripping cunt. His prick had wilted somewhat while he was eating Carla's wet twat, but he knew that his virility wasn't going to flag. No, it was always a treat to fuck a gorgeous woman like Carla, to feel her tight cunt muscles contracting violently around his probing prick.

"Yeah, that's it," Carla moaned, pulling the hair out of her eyes. "Keep fucking me like that, and I'll come all over you. It feels so good to have that big prick inside me."

John ignored the woman's hypnotically chanted words, knowing that Carla would get her jollies sooner or later. He was more concerned with his own pleasure, feeling the come start to gather deep inside his balls. A few more minutes of heavy fucking and he would at last be able to take a break.

John slowed down a little, finding that his breath was coming hard and fast. Carla was still moving, though, digging her ass into the carpet, refusing to slow down for a minute. Her cunt had John's prick trapped, refusing to let the boy withdraw for a second. John lay his body on top of Carla, letting his muscles sag, gathering his forces for the final explosion.

However, it was Carla who was the first to come. For the third time that night she felt her muscles tighten and then relax spasmodically as the familiar sensation of fulfillment invaded her voluptuous body. Carla stifled the cry of lust that rose to her lips, but her body began to thrash and squirm, telling John that he had satisfied the woman completely.

Able to concentrate more on his own pleasure, John withdrew his prick partway from Carla's relaxed pussy, noting that the long shaft was sticky with cunt honey. He used only the head of his prick to fuck Carla, wriggling the spongy crown around in all directions, feeling his passion rise anew.

Wendy watched the couple with growing interest, laying down her empty cocktail glass. It was relaxing to witness her friends getting their rocks off after she herself had been so recently satiated with lust. John was doing a good job with Carla, turning the woman on all over again.

His prick slid back into Carla's pussy and then the lad reached down below the woman's ass, lifting it part way off the soft carpet. He held Carla's buttocks firmly, working one finger into the luscious tiny asshole, moving closer and closer to the consummation of his burning passion.

Just as the boy started his orgasm, his body pressed against Carla's ample chest, Wendy heard a quiet knock at the door. She got up quietly, not wanting to disturb the lovers but disappointed to miss the end of their bout of love. She could hear John breathing heavily as she approached the door. Wendy pulled Carla's bathrobe around her body, wondering if Bobby had returned or if some stranger had come to disturb them.

A well-dressed boy stood in the doorway, his hands clasped before him, a strange expression on his effeminate face. He seemed surprised to see Wendy rather than Carla, but the woman took Timmy by the hand and led him into the living room. It hadn't taken long for Wendy to guess the identity of the newcomer, although she wasn't sure it was a good idea for him to have come.

Timmy walked slowly into the large living room, just as John had finished his orgasm, lying on top of Carla, his head buried in the woman's tits. The young turned paler than ever, shocked to see the orgy that had just transpired. For the next half-minute Carla remained unaware of his presence.

Finally Carla looked up, feeling that there was somebody new in her apartment. She gasped when she saw Timmy, quickly pushing John off her body, ignoring the stream of come that trickled down her shapely thighs as she leaped to her feet, Carla stared at the young boy, unable to say a word, trying to sort out the frantic thoughts that raced through her mind.

"John, Wendy," she said, as soon as her head had cleared. "I'm sorry to do this, but I wish you would leave. We have a lot of things to talk about and we have to do it in privacy."

John stared at the woman, still having no idea of the younger boy's identity. It seemed a shame to leave just when the party was getting good, but Wendy was holding him firmly by the elbow, leading the lad to his clothing. John dressed quickly, watching as Carla confronted her youngest lover, hoping that Wendy would explain the situation to him after they left.

Five minutes later Carla found herself alone with Timmy. She sat naked on the couch, watching the boy stand before her with his eyes lowered, trying to think of something to say. Timmy seemed handsomer than ever, his face clouded with private thought, his eyes burning intensely.

"I had to come back," He finally stuttered, unclasping his weak, effeminate hands. "I've been thinking about you since that night last week. I had to come back, Carla."

"I guess you want me to put out for you again," Carla answered, trying to control her emotions and protect herself from the heartless boy. "I should have expected that."

Timmy moved closer to the voluptuous woman, finally getting up the courage to slump onto the couch beside her. He had indeed been obsessed with the woman he had mistreated, had been unable to think of anything else since their first meeting. It had taken a good deal of courage to visit Carla again, not telling his father of his plans and intentions.

"I'm sorry, Carla, really I am," Timmy continued, his voice weak and shaky. "I know I treated you bad, but maybe I can make it up to you somehow."

Carla stared at the boy closely, still unable to believe his intentions. It seemed impossible for him to have gone through a transformation, but the boy was obviously sincere. There was no reason for him to come back to her otherwise. Just as he had said the first time, there were dozens of women who would have been willing to put out for him.

Timmy stretched out his arm timidly, wrapping it around Carla's warm soft shoulders. The woman looked more beautiful than ever, despite the aroma of sexual consummation that emanated from her magnificent body. There was really nothing more to be said. He had placed his fate in the woman's hands, and it was up to Carla to accept or reject him.

For a few brief seconds Carla flirted with the idea of throwing Timmy out of her house. However, staring at the boy, she could not help feeling sorry for him. Timmy was only a child, had no idea of how badly he had hurt her. Now he had come back to apologize and she had to take him at his word.

"Take off your clothing, Timmy," Carla stated suddenly in a husky voice. "Prove that you're sorry to me; show me how much you love me. You can do it, Timmy."

Timmy stared at the tall blonde woman, not knowing what to do. He began to undo his clothing, slowly at first but then with greater self-assurance. It seemed that the woman was going to give him the benefit of the doubt, put out for him once again. Soon he stood naked before Carla, his prick already filling with blood, swelling into erection.

"Eat my pussy," Carla commanded, lying back on the couch and spreading her thighs wide. "Eat me until I come."

"But you were just fucking the other guy," Timmy protested. "I can't do that; I've never done it before."

Carla stared at the confused boy without mercy. He had treated her badly and she had shown him how to make amends. Her bright blue eyes burned into Timmy's, telling the lad exactly what to do. Soon Timmy dropped to his knees before Carla, ready to do whatever was asked of him.

He held the woman's ivory thighs apart with slender fingers, seeing that Carla's pussy was still wet and accessible. The labia glinted moistly before his eyes, the clitoris distended and filled with blood. It was the first time in his young life that Timmy Barnes had been in that position, on his knees before a woman, getting ready to eat out her twat.

He closed his eyes and protruded his tongue slightly, feeling the thick pink organ come into contact with the edge of Carla's dripping labia. The woman sighed with relief as Timmy's tongue entered her pussy. Yes, she was calm now, accustomed to the boy's unexpected presence. It looked like things were going to work out far better than she had dared to anticipate.

Timmy went to work with a vengeance, immediately getting over his fear of the new sexual practice. He found Carla's cunt to be moist and tempting, the come running into his mouth and dripping onto his chiseled chin. His tongue was inexperienced and clumsy at first but soon the intelligent lad had learned exactly how to drive Carla half insane with lust.

He worked on the woman's tiny pink clitoris, sucking the organ between his lips and tickling it with the tip of his tongue. Carla reached down and held the boy's head in place, delighted with Timmy, wanting to show her appreciation by spilling a load of cunt honey into his waiting mouth.

Carla started to relax as she got used to having Timmy's tongue buried deep into her hungry twat. She did not feel anger towards the boy any longer, nor any sense of triumph. No, he was going to dominate her again, just as he had done the first time and that was just as things were supposed to be. In the meantime, it was a pleasure to have the boy's tongue and lips working hard, driving her to sexual fulfillment.

Timmy removed his tongue from Carla's clitoris, inserting it as far as it would go into her lush moist pussy. Carla let go of the boy's head, knowing that Timmy wouldn't let her down. He wanted her orgasm as much as Carla did, would do anything to please the woman he had hurt so badly.

He closed his mouth around Carla's labia, sucking in the spongy flesh, still working the tip of his tongue deeper into her welcoming vulva. Carla sighed with relief, feeling herself being brought to orgasm in record time. Just a few more strokes of that agile tongue and she would be over the verge.

Carla looked down at her young lover, examining Timmy intently. The boy seemed incredibly young, with not a strand of hair on his slender body. His thin lips were still surrounding her pussy but his eyes were open now. Timmy met Carla's gaze for a moment and then returned to his labors, seeming to sense that the woman was almost ready for climax.

He slid his tongue into the breach and then withdrew it slightly, working only on the sensitive opening of Carla's chalice. His tongue darted in and out, moving from side to side, refusing to allow the woman a moment of peace. He wanted Carla to come in his mouth now, could feel his prick getting hard from anticipation.

Carla held her breath as she felt her orgasm coming on strong. Her legs closed spasmodically around her young lover's head and then the torrent was let loose. One contraction followed another until Carla had been drained completely, her eyes staring straight before her, her thick come juices pouring over the face of her dedicated young lover.

"That was beautiful," she told Timmy, helping the young man to his feet. "I knew you could do it for me if you really wanted to. Come into the bedroom now. I think it's time for us to fuck."

Timmy did not say a word, placing his fate in Carla's hands, knowing that the woman would not let him down. He still felt freaky being back in her apartment, could still remember fucking the woman under his father's watchful eyes. It was going to be different this time, he knew. They were all alone, could make love to each other without inhibition.

Stark naked Carla reclined on the bed, waiting for her lover to join her. Timmy experienced a moment of fear but Carla's smiling eyes told him there was nothing to worry about. He lay down beside Carla and smiled as he felt the woman starting to work on his cock. Yes, it was going to be good this time, better than anything he had done in his whole life.

Carla stroked his heavy hairless prick, delighted to be with Timmy again. The scepter sprang to life in her talented hands, as hard and firm as she remembered it. There was no way Carla could prevent herself from sucking that magnificent organ. It was something that simply had to be done.

Carla inclined her head, keeping her right hand gripped around the base of Timmy's tumid rod. Her lips closed down around the soft purple head of the thick rod, nibbling and licking and dandling the most sensitive part of his sexual apparatus. The boy remained silent and motionless for a few seconds, afraid to break the spell that had enveloped them.

Carla quickly lowered her head further down onto the rigid cock, taking in the full six inches. Her throat was bulging, overloaded with cock, but the woman refused to slow down for a second. Timmy was entirely irresistible, the only man she had ever known who could turn her on so intensely.

Her head bounced up and down on the thick member until Carla decided that she would rather fuck than blow the virile young man. It was still fairly early in the evening, and she knew that Timmy was capable of climax after climax. There would be plenty of time for oral and anal sex, but not until they had fucked in the traditional manner.

Timmy was disappointed to feel the woman's lips and tongue move away from his penis, but not for long. Carla turned over onto her hands and knees on the bed, inviting him to fuck her without saying a word. It was easy for Tim to hold his prick in his right hand, guiding it directly into the hole he had so recently lubricated with his lips and tongue.

His prick fit in effortlessly, causing Carla to moan with complete satisfaction. It would have been nice to look into her lover's eyes as they fucked but Timmy didn't seem up to that yet. He was more relaxed fucking her from behind and the boy's comfort was now foremost in Carla's mind.

Carla started to move immediately, shoving her ass against her handsome lover's midsection, jiggling his prick within her box. She clamped down with her vaginal sphincter, making it almost impossible for Timmy to move. Still, the lad used slow circular motions, his cock rotating from within.

Eventually Carla loosened up, realizing that her lover's cock was going to stay hard regardless of her activities. Timmy was asserting himself once again, rocking back onto his heels and then shooting his prick into her cunt as hard as he could manage. It was surprising that the boy had such good control of his sexuality but Carla soon learned to accept that fact.

The boy reached around and began to fondle Carla's tits, caressing the heavy globes rather than studying them with scientific detachment as he had done the first time around. His hands were gentle and insinuating, causing Carla to respond by reaching back for his balls, contorting her body to create maximum contact with her virile young lover.

Timmy removed his prick from Carla's cunt, deciding that he was now capable of fucking the woman properly. Without being told what to do, Carla rolled over, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, examining her lover's erect cock with undisguised delight. It was going to be even better, she knew, better than any fuck she had ever received.

Timmy leaped on top of the woman, his cock aimed directly at her gaping cunt. The thick weapon slid in as if guided by radar and then he was fucking Carla again, causing the woman to groan with passion. The boy knew that he was going to come soon but this time they would have to do it together. It was the only proper way to consummate his newfound love.

Carla was of the same mind, no longer moving, allowing her young lover to regroup his forces. Her own orgasm would not be far off but Carla felt capable of prolonging the process, holding herself back until Timmy was ready to join her. Their bodies were close again, her tits rubbing repeatedly, maddeningly against the boy's slender, birdlike torso.

Timmy began to hump the woman again, his cock almost too thick for her tightened channel. It was hard going for awhile to prevent premature ejaculation but soon the lad found a new source of strength within himself. His strokes became long and probing, sliding moistly in and out of the woman's twat. Just a few more moments and they would both be ready.

Then it started to happen, both lovers overcome with a searing passion. Carla let out a cry of surprise, feeling her cunt contracting again around the prick that had filled it so well. Her contractions triggered a similar response in Timmy, who shoved his prick in and then stopped moving, feeling the come shooting out of his cock with tremendous violence.

Their two bodies shook and quivered, moving from side to side on the soft double bed. Carla felt a series of contractions of incredible magnitude, shaking every inch of her over stimulated body. It seemed that Timmy was filling her with come, his prick still spurting after her own orgasm had slowly waned.

The two lovers lay on the bed together for the next ten minutes, not a sound passing between them. Carla felt thirsty and tired, but it was a pleasant fatigue, allowing her to relax in a way that was new to her experience. Timmy had shown her the way, had exorcised the ghost of her sexual past. He and her other young lovers made a new woman of Carla, a passionate uninhibited person, capable of complete sexuality.

A few minutes later Carla smiled openly, feeling her lover's prick harden as it pressed against her parted buttocks. Timmy was ready again, turned on by her presence. They were all alone and nothing was going to stop Carla from making up for so many years of sexual neglect. She rolled over and kissed her young lover, ready for anything.