Chapter 5
Coming home from work the following evening, Carla thought that she could still taste Arturo's come in her mouth. The boy had been good as his word, stepping into Carla's office shortly after noon, his eyes glinting with anticipation, his body keyed up for the blow job he had been promised.
Luckily there was nobody else in Carla's office at the time. Left in solitude with the handsome office boy, Carla was once more overcome by her passion for younger men. Arturo had sat himself behind her desk, rolling out the swivel chair and slowly opening his fly, tantalizing Carla with his huge flaccid cock, waiting for her to drop to her knees before him.
Carla had done the boy's bidding to the letter, staring at Arturo for a few moments and then realizing that she had to get things over with quickly, before someone disturbed them. Arturo had the advantage over her that way. It would be easy enough to get a job elsewhere as a mailboy but Carla had to be much more careful about her reputation.
But it had not taken very long for the woman's talented lips and soft agile tongue to bring the boy to a state of sexual arousal. Arturo leaned forward on the swivel chair, holding Carla by the neck, stuffing his prick deep into her waiting throat. Carla had begun to suck him off immediately, turned on by the degrading experience, liberating her tits from her low cut blouse and pressing the soft spheres on either side of Arturo's meat.
Her tongue and lips had worked like never before, causing Arturo to moan and whine with lust as he moved closer to the point of release. The boy was determined to have a good time with his latest conquest, making Carla service the full length of his big cock, not caring when she would gasp for air, her face turning red from the strain of working on his six inches.
And then he had come in Carla's mouth, powerfully, gloriously, in a way that Carla would never forget. As soon as he had finished with her, Arturo removed his prick, wiping it on Carla's long blonde hair and then neatly putting the still swollen member back into his trousers.
Two minutes after his departure Carla's office was invaded by her employer, Jeffrey Barnes. Mr. Barnes had suspected nothing. Attracted to Carla himself, he could not imagine the distant cold woman making it with anybody, certainly not in the confines of the office. Carla had been thrilled by her deception, glad that Arturo had come to visit her again.
Carla showered at home and then made herself a light dinner, trying to decide what to do with the rest of the evening. Tuesday night had never been exciting for a woman like Carla but now there had been a change in her life and there was no reason for her to sit alone, not when there was a whole city of young men available to service her insatiable desires.
It did not take long for Carla to decide to pay another visit to the Blue Angel, the discotheque where she had been picked up by Charlie Foster. Carla figured that she would either run into Charlie again or try her luck with a new boy. By that time she was fully confident of her ability to attract young lovers, after so many years of inhibition and frustration.
The Blue Angel was quiet when Carla first entered, the music somewhat muted. There were perhaps twenty youngsters there, most of them in couples. Still, Carla sat down at a small table, sipping a tall glass of lemonade and waiting for something to develop. She had a feeling that this particular night would be full of adventures, one way or another.
Carla was surprised to be disturbed by a woman rather than a boy, a tall brunette woman approximately her own age. At first she was sure that it was a case of mistaken identity, but then the woman sat down beside Carla with her well chosen words.
"I thought you'd be back here," the woman announced. "I saw you last weekend, when you left with that good looking boy. My name is Wendy Roberts, by the way. We fly the same wavelength, so to speak. You don't have to be afraid of me."
"I don't really know what you're talking bout," Carla answered, trying to stall for time. "Yes, I was in here last Friday, but I really don't understand what you're saying."
"You don't have to put me on," Wendy answered with a smile. "We're in the same boat. I like them young, too, and I think we could do better if we pooled our resources, so to speak."
Carla looked at the woman closely, wondering if Wendy was trying to blackmail her or really attempting to strike up some sort of friendship. A few minutes more of conversation and Carla decided on the latter option. Wendy was rather direct in her approach but obviously sincere and there was a lot to be said for her idea of working in conjunction with Carla.
"I know those two boys sitting over there," Wendy commented a few seconds later. 'They're both dynamite, if you know what I mean. Look, I can't bring them to my place, but if you live anywhere around here we could have a terrific party."
"Yes, I'm just a few blocks away," Carla answered, deciding to hang loose and go along with Wendy's ideas. "Come on, we'll go over to their table and see what happens."
The two boys introduced themselves as John Hiller and Bobby Ritter, the first tall, pale and blonde, the second shorter and more muscular lad with a shock of unruly black hair. At first conversation was rather strained but eventually Wendy took over, joking with the boys in a way that Carla would have liked to duplicate, completely relaxed and at peace with herself in what Carla perceived to be an uncomfortable situation.
The four of them left the discotheque and took the first available taxi to Carla's apartment. Carla flushed slightly as she passed the doorman, sure that he was taking in and remembering each of her guests. Still, the man was paid to be discreet so that there was little to worry about on that score. Soon they had reached Carla's apartment without incident.
"Does anybody want a drink," Carla suggested, trying to dissipate the tension that had once more risen. "I have some scotch and a lot of vodka, beer and wine also."
"Hey, fuck the drinks," John Hiller replied. "Come on Bobby, break out that stash of yours. We might as well make a proper party of it. Let's blow a few joints."
Carla had never smoked marijuana before but felt that she might as well give it a try. She had broken so many of her other self-imposed taboos that the idea of trying illegal narcotic seemed more exciting than threatening. Carla sat beside John as he poured the dark green grass into a thin-stemmed wood pipe, watched with curiosity as the pipe lit.
John took a deep toke on the grass and then passed the pipe to Carla. Unused to grass or even tobacco, the stuff was rather hard to take without coughing. Carla held the smoke in the bottom of her lungs, following John's instructions and wondering how she would react to her first drug experience.
Wendy seemed more experienced with grass, rolling the smoke around in her mouth under the watchful eyes of the two boys and her hostess. Carla had not liked Wendy at first, had considered the woman crude and forward, but now that the grass was taking effect, Carla admitted to herself that Wendy was rather an attractive person, physically and mentally.
The pipe was refilled and passed around again, giving Carla her first high. Carla found that it was hard to focus her eyes but that her hearing had been enhanced, along with her senses of smell and touch. Even visually it was a pleasure to be on grass, she decided, watching the shifting colors outside her living room window as John moved closer to her on the couch.
"This stuff is pretty good," Carla giggled a few seconds later. "But it makes me feel so restless and out of things."
John Hiller smiled at the other couple, putting his arm around Carla's shoulder and continuing to guide the woman through her first grass trip. Carla hardly felt the boy's arm at first, completely taken up in her own sensations. Eventually her body lost its numbness and reawakened complete with strong sexual desires. It was nice to lean back and feel the boy beside her growing sexually aroused.
John wasted little time initiating the orgy he had been planning since stepping into the taxi cab with his friend and the two older women. He was glad to have ended up with Carla rather than Wendy, strongly attracted by the woman's big tits and voluptuous ass. And it looked like she was going to put out for him, do anything now that she was stoned. The possibilities were as endless as they were delightful.
Carla felt the boy kissing her but it was hard to focus on the physical sensation of the act. At first it was as if it were all happening to somebody else, but soon the woman's body began to tingle with lust. Carla parted her sensual lips to ingest the boy's tongue, sucking it long and voluptuously, feeling her pussy begin to water before it had been touched.
John decided that he might as well make it with the woman right there on the living room couch, in full view of the other couple. Wendy was half naked already, having a good time with Bobby Ritter. It was still possible to get some sort of group scene started if he tired of Carla's attentions.
Carla allowed herself to be quickly undressed, delighted with the tingling that had spread through her entire body. She arose naked from the couch, doing a little dance step, rolling her tits from side to side, her eyes staring blankly before her. Then John took the woman by her elbow and sat Carla back down on the couch, naked himself and ready for action.
He lowered his head to Carla's breast and took her right nipple between his lips, nibbling it gently with strong white teeth. Carla squirmed in her young lover's arms, opening her soft white thighs, wondering if she would have to wait long for the boy to fuck her. Her cunt was raging with lust at that point, needed immediate satisfaction.
However, John insisted on taking his time about the matter, exploring every inch of the woman's magnificent curvaceous body. There were plenty of old bags who hung around the discotheque and he had fucked more than one of them but Carla was something special, incredibly beautiful and responsive, obviously willing to place herself ' completely in her lover's hands.
John squeezed Carla's tits, mauling and manipulating the luscious flesh, pressing the boobs together and then separating them, over and over again. His naked prick soon filled with blood and started to expand. Lowering his hands, John soon attacked Carla's unprotected pussy, stroking the silken hair and sliding his finger gently into the moist opening of her labia.
Carla sighed with lust as she felt herself being taken. It was incredible how her love life had flourished since that chance incident with Jimmy Rogers. Looking over at the other couple, Carla could see that Wendy was on her hands and knees on the rug, being fucked from behind by Bobby Ritter, her cries of passion drifting slowly across the extensive living room.
Carla reached down and began to massage her lover's cock, sure that the gesture would be appreciated. John was not especially large there, but his prick was hard and firm, pink with suffused blood. It was hard to repress the desire to drop to her knees before the lad and suck him off as she had done to Arturo earlier that day in the confines of her private office.
The heavy prick sat comfortably in Carla's talented hands, the veins protruding nicely from its taut surface. Carla squirmed to allow John to move his index finger deeper into her hungry twat. The boy was using his other hand to caress her stomach muscles, occasionally sliding it under Carla to massage her soft ass. Things could not have been better for the horny woman.
"Fuck me, Johnny," Carla whispered, still somewhat inhibited in the presence of the other couple. "I want you so badly it hurts. Come on, sock that big thing into me."
"Take it easy, Carla," John replied softly. "Don't be in such a hurry. I'll fuck you, all right, just relax and let it happen. Go with the flow, baby, go with the flow."
Carla reclined on the couch, watching with great interest as the boy sank to the rug beneath her. John reached up and parted Carla's ivory thighs with his slender hands, soon wedging his head into her sweet-smelling crevice, his long pink tongue sliding ever so slowly out of his mouth.
It was the first time in years that Carla had had her pussy eaten, but she was not about to complain. First the boy ran his tongue along the edge of her labia, avoiding the clitoris, making her wetter than ever. Then he plunged the tip a half inch inside Carla's vulva, flicking his tongue, causing the woman to moan with unsatiated lust.
"Come, you can do better than that," Carla whispered, her voice sounding strange in her own ears. "Shove your tongue all the way in. Do it to my clitty, too."
John looked up and then did his mistress's bidding, switching his attention to the tiny pink button of Carla's clitoris. He held the gland between his lips and wiped it repeatedly with the tip of his tongue, noting with satisfaction how the clit filled up with blood, turning a dark red color and emerging twice its normal size and thickness.
He found it ridiculously easy to turn the woman on, as if Carla was some sort of nymphomaniac. Everything he did to her, every stroke of his tongue, seemed to drive Carla to a higher peak of lust. It was really going to be something when he got around to shoving his erect cock into her pussy. Still, there was no reason to hurry when he was enjoying himself so well.
Carla sighed again as she felt the boy's tongue letting go of her clitoris and sliding as far as it could go into her hungry vulva. She closed her legs around the boy's head, her thighs being tickled by his long blond hair. That way he had to keep his tongue inside her for as long as she wanted.
John went to work with a vengeance, knowing that Carla would be satisfied with nothing less. He doubled his tongue and forced it into half closed aperture, licking every available inch of her dripping hot pussy walls. Then he began to flick his tongue like a hummingbird gathering nectar, touching each spot for the briefest second before moving on to another.
Eventually John tired of the game. It was nice to sit there on the rug and drive the woman half crazy with lust but it wasn't doing all that much for him. John arose quickly and then faced Carla on the couch. The sofa was at a perfect height. As long as he remained on his knees, he could take the woman without moving, spreadeagled as she was on the rim of the cushions.
Carla held her thighs apart with her hands, knowing just what her lover wanted. She caressed her smooth flesh and was just about to insert a finger into the fuck hole John had abandoned, but then the boy took things into his own hands, guiding his hard cock into the aperture, rubbing it against the woman's clitoris, back and forth over the length of her slit.
It was all Carla could do to keep herself from bellowing with lust. This was one young man, sixteen years old at the most, who seemed to know everything about sex, had plenty of experience in making women happy. He continued to tease and torment her with the tip of his pink cock, until finally he could stand it no longer and prepared to fuck the woman properly.
John leaned forward, still on his hands and knees, looming over Carla's body as his prick sank slowly into her waiting pussy. He sank in up to the hilt with the first stroke, not wanting to waste any further time. Carla groaned with lust, feeling shamefully close to orgasm, knowing that just a few more strokes of the delicious male organ would send her over the brink.
She squirmed and wiggled on the couch, finding it difficult to move with her lover in that cramped position. Some of Carla's pussy juice had already leaked out, staining the expensive fabric of her couch, forming a sticky puddle beneath her as John continued his exertions, not far from orgasm himself.
Carla, after the oral stimulation she had experienced, was the first to come. Holding her breath for a few seconds, she closed her eyes, seeing a whole spectrum of color as her pussy clamped down on the prick that had been filling it so well. The familiar contractions began, only this time they seemed to go on and on, each more powerful than the last.
Carla experienced three separate spasms, draining her pussy entirely. Just as she was starting to relax and enjoy the feel of her lover's pumping, John began his climax, shoving his slender prick in rapidly, his hips churning, his buttocks tightening as he prepared to fill the woman with come. One last stroke and he was there, lost in the throes of sensual fulfillment.
John's prick exploded like a water cannon, spurting its juices into the deepest recesses of Carla's pussy. The organ bucked and jerked inside Carla, the come spattering her from within. John shot twice and then slumped to the floor, his cock dragging slowly from Carla's dripping cunt.
Immediately, Carla began to watch the other couple, realizing that it was the first time in her life she had watched anybody else having sex. Wendy had remained down on her hands and knees on the thick pile carpet. Bobby was fucking her furiously, dividing his strokes scrupulously between cunt and asshole, not slowing down for so much as a second.
Soon the two lovers experienced a loud simultaneous orgasm, under the watchful eyes of their satiated hostess. Bobby pulled his prick out while it was still spurting, hoping to fill both holes with the thick whitish fluid. It turned out to be impossible, and Carla could hardly help laughing as she saw the stuff oozing all over Wendy's substantial pink buttocks.
"Hey, why don't we make it some kind of group scene," John suggested a few seconds later. "That would be really heavy, I mean, we can have a fantastic time that way."
All Carla's instincts told her to refuse the offer but she was past the point of self control. Bobby had appealed to her from the start and it would be nice to do something really different and wicked. She stared at the two boys and then smiled, seeing that Wendy was with her all the way. It stood to reason that four people could have a far better time than two.
At that point, John took over completely, making everybody lie down together in the center of the living room. Carla felt two hands attacking her tits, caressing every inch of the lush globes, not letting her rest for a second. Wendy was given the same treatment and soon Carla noticed that the woman was moving closer and closer to her.
Wendy's pink lips closed around one of Carla's nipples, sucking sensitively at the tender flesh, working the pink star into a contorted pad of lust. Soon she left off what she had started, using her lips and tongue on John's erect rod, sucking the boy loudly, saliva dripping off her chiseled jaw.
Before she knew what was happening, Carla was flat on her back, Bobby crouched over her chest, his large dark prick pointing directly at her lips. Carla knew exactly what to do. She opened her mouth wide and began to suck the boy's cock without hesitation, her lips quivering, her tongue darting up and down the seven inches of the tightly muscled shaft.
Bobby waited until his prick was completely rigid before fucking the blonde sexpot. He climbed directly on top of Carla, his prick brushing her ivory thighs before finding a home in Carla's come spattered twat. It felt wonderful to get fucked by a different boy, to feel a new cock seeking her out from within, bringing Carla to the height of sexual ecstasy.
This time Carla moved with her lover from the start, grinding her ass into the carpet and wrapping her long slender arms around Bobby's sweating back. Her cunt muscles closed down on the probing, pulsating cock, making it impossible for Bobby to withdraw. Carla continued to gyrate her hips as the boy grew more passionate, his face a red mask of uncontrolled lust.
The other couple was sixty-nining just a few inches away from Wendy and her new partner. Craning her neck to the side, Carla could see the woman using her tongue skillfully, parting her legs to take John's long hot tongue. The couple kept that up for a few minutes and then Wendy stopped, evidently not wanting to have her clinging mouth shot full of semen.
Wendy disappeared into the bathroom for a few seconds, leaving Carla alone with the two lusty boys. John watched his mistress for a few moments and then decided to get in on the fun. He and Bobby had shared women before and Carla was good enough for both of them.
"Let me in on the action," he demanded a few seconds later. "We'll turn her over onto all fours and you can fuck her from behind while she sucks my cock. I can't wait to shoot my load into those lips. Think you can handle it, Carla?"
Carla did not bother to answer, certain that she would be more than a match for the two virile young men. Bobby dislodged his prick from her cunt for a few seconds, allowing Carla to move into position. John sat down on the couch where he had fucked the glamorous woman, his prick hard as a rock, protruding six inches in front of him.
Carla parted her lips immediately, not caring that she was doing something that would have formerly struck her as decadent and faintly repulsive. Bobby was moving into position behind her, his prick glistening with pussy juice. He allowed Carla to get used to having a prick in her mouth before entering her, knowing that it would take longer to come the second time around.
Bobby held his prick in position, easing the big organ slowly into Carla's pussy. The woman winced at first, unable to handle the two men, but they took it easy on her, using long slow strokes, being gentle while their passion was still weak. Carla moved her head forward, trying to swallow the full length of John's prick, knowing that she would be able to swing it eventually.
Her head bobbed downward and then Carla gagged slightly, feeling the knobby organ brushing against her throat. Ignoring the urge to gag, she pushed her head forward, not stopping until her lips were touching John's sandy pubic hair and her teeth were digging gently into the thick root of his prick.
Carla maintained that position for a few seconds, delighted at her accomplishment. Meanwhile, Bobby had started to fuck her harder, tickling Carla's asshole with his right index finger, eventually forcing it in to the second knuckle. All the while, his prick delved deeper into Carla's hole, moving from side to side in a slow, hypnotizing cadence.
Wendy returned to the living room at that point, immediately deciding to let Carla have the two boys all to herself for awhile. She felt fully satisfied after her first orgasm and knew that it would turn her on to be a spectator. Later in the evening, her desires would revive and the boys would be more than happy to let her take her lucky hostess's place.
Wendy took a deep hit from the grass pipe as she watched Carla struggling to keep her two lovers happy. At first it was too much for the inexperienced woman. Carla felt as if there were ten pricks fucking her rather than two. Every way she moved she would be attacked anew. A few seconds later she was able to get on top of things, coordinate the movements of the two boys, use them for her own increasing pleasure.
Carla wiggled her ass, digging her soft buttocks into Bobby's midsection. She felt the boy drag his cock slowly from her pussy and knew just what would be done to her next. It was obvious that Bobby had a thing for anal sex. Now that she had lost her anal cherry to Arturo, Carla felt that she could service the boy with ease, give him a fucking he would not forget.
She concentrated for a few seconds on the prick that was throbbing violently in her mouth, knowing that she could again bring John to orgasm any time she pleased. Carla decided that it would be best to have the two boys come together. It would not be easy to arrange that but she felt up to the task.
Bobby worked his come covered prick into Carla's tight asshole, delighted with the woman's compliance. He went in slowly, having no desire to hurt the luscious creature. Soon he was buried to the hilt, his hands spreading Carla's smooth creamy ass cheeks as far as they would go, his balls slapping against the back of the woman's shapely thighs with every stroke.
Bobby looked at his friend and saw that John was struggling to hold back his orgasm. Most likely Carla was Just about ready to come herself. Bobby removed his prick from the woman's tight gripping asshole and immediately worked it back into Carla's cunt, fucking her fast and. furious this time around.
Carla felt her orgasm starting just as John shoved his prick deep into her throat, his muscles contracting as the come juices started to flow. The first taste of semen was enough to trigger Carla's climax, to make her slam her ass into her other lover's stomach with tremendous force.
Bobby held on for a few seconds longer, delighted at the way Carla was squirming beneath him, all the while gulping down the steady flow of John's thick white come. The woman was incredible, he decided, the perfect sex object, a broad who could go on all night without getting fatigued.
Just as Carla's orgasm was beginning to wane, John finally allowed himself to shoot. He rammed his prick in hard and then let the juices fly, gripping Carla by the hips and refusing to allow the woman to get away from him. In that position, Carla had to keep the other boy's cock in her mouth, licking and sucking at it, swallowing the last drops of thin semen.
Bobby pumped inside the woman's twat and then felt the come spurting out of his overloaded organ. He removed his prick immediately, sinking down onto the rug and reaching up for the grass pipe that Wendy had relit. It was still early in the evening but the two horny bitches had taken a lot out of him, worn him to the bone.
"I hate to be a drag," Carla announced a few moments later. "I have to get up early tomorrow morning to go to work. I hope you won't mind if I ask you all to leave soon."
"No chance, Carla," Bobby answered, laying down the pipe. "I've just got started and I know Wendy is jealous as hell after watching us fuck you. It's only fair to let her have some fun."
Carla looked at her three guests and quickly decided that it was time for her to stop being so uptight and rigid. What did it matter if she came to work tired and sleepy? Her job was important but it was not the be-all and end-all of her life. No, the two boys were willing to fuck her again and that was the important thing, the only thing that mattered any more.
Carla slumped down onto the couch, the grass pipe clenched between her teeth. Yes, it was a pleasure to watch Wendy being fucked by the two boys, to watch their hard young organs swelling with lust. It was easy to imagine herself in Wendy's position and if she played her cards right it would be no trouble to get the two young studs to service her even better than they had done the first time around.