Chapter 6
The next few days passed quickly and uneventfully for Carla Williams. She reported to work promptly the day after her orgy with the two young boys, tired and drawn but with her spirits at a peak. People around the office noticed Carla's new lighter mood but nobody confronted her directly about it, given her reputation as an off putting martinet.
Carla did not mind taking a few days off from her unaccustomed sexual excesses. She would come home after work, mix herself a drink before hitting the shower, and then pass the rest of the evening watching television and catching up with her reading. It was a peaceful, idyllic period, giving Carla ample time to mull over her new situation in life.
Friday night, Carla decided to forego her original plan of putting in an appearance at the Blue Angle discotheque. She was slightly peeved that none of the three boys she had met and fucked there had seen fit to call her, but that was the sort of thing that she should have expected all along. It was fun to seduce the irresponsible boys but foolish to expect much from them in terms of devotion and loyalty.
This particular evening, Carla mixed herself a strong drink and sat before the television, immersed in a movie she had seen during her adolescence. Suddenly her doorbell rang and Carla arose in a state of confusion, not expecting anybody, wondering who would pay her a surprise visit on Friday evening.
Carla pulled the tight terry-cloth bathrobe over her shoulders, opening the door but keeping the sliding latch on, somewhat worried about her visitor. She peered out and was surprised and delighted to see that it was John Hiller, dressed in jeans and a torn T-shirt, standing alone on the threshold waiting to be admitted into her apartment.
"How nice of you to come over," Carla smiled, immediately unlatching the chain. "I was just sitting around watching television wondering why my old friends have been ignoring me."
"I expected to see you down at the discotheque," John replied. "Things were kind of dull there so I thought I'd look you up. I've got some really dynamite shit to smoke."
"I don't know about that," Carla replied, inviting the handsome boy to join her on the sofa. "I had such a dreadful headache that first time. I'm just not up to it."
"You'll get used to it soon enough," John answered with a smile. "Come on, you might as well give it another try."
The lad pulled out a leather sack and a well used clay pipe from his back pocket, immediately preparing a smoke. Things had indeed been quiet at the Blue Angel with little chance of improving. It seemed better to spend an evening in Carla's loving arms than to waste his time chasing the few available girls who had put in an appearance at the club.
"Take a nice deep toke and don't exhale for a long as you can stand it," John instructed, passing Carla the smoldering pipe.
Carla did as she was told, quite happy to see John again, knowing that it would not take the forward boy long to make a pass at her. Three days without sex had been long enough and Carla felt a familiar tingling sensation in her limbs as the smoke drifted slowly through her system.
After the pipe had been emptied, John moved closer to Carla on the plush couch, finally kissing the woman, sure that he would not be rejected. He had thought quite a bit about Carla since their first evening together, and wanted the woman badly after a week of frustration. Already his prick was beginning to get hard and thick from anticipation.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Carla suggested, pushing the boy away. "I'm sure it'll be more comfortable in there."
John Hiller followed his mistress gladly, taking in more of the luxurious decor of the large apartment. The bedroom was too feminine for his taste but it seemed to suit Carla perfectly, a symphony of pink and pale blue, the furniture new and clean, the air redolent with some sort of spray.
John parked himself on the bed, kicking off his sneakers and watching Carla as she undressed. The woman seemed a little nervous and out of it despite the grass she had smoked, but a few minutes of good sex would cure her of that and any other problem, just as it had the first time around.
Carla stood tall before her lover, removing her bathrobe and displaying her body proudly. Her brassiere was soon removed, followed by her black silk panties and white garter belt. Carla paraded for her lover, soft tits bobbing appealingly, her legs stretching out long and lean and muscular.
Carla joined John on the bed, pressing her body against his, allowing him to grab her big tits and manipulate them lustily. John felt his breath coming short as he explored every voluptuous inch of Carla's writhing body. It was incredible that a woman of thirty-five could be so desperate for sex, could be aroused two seconds after he had started to touch her.
John pushed the woman onto her back, forcing Carla to lie still for a few seconds. He started down at the woman's ankles, using his hands and tongue to caress her legs, working his way up to Carla's cunt with agonizing slowness. John figured that it would be fun to keep the woman waiting to be fucked, to see if she could have an orgasm before he entered her.
John's tongue lingered at the firm muscles of Carla's calves, coating the curved mounds with a thin layer of warm saliva, relishing the way Carla would mean and beg him for more. Still, the adolescent lover took his time, caressing Carla's dimpled knees and then massaging her thighs, never letting his hands come closer than six inches away from her already wet cunt.
"John, you're torturing me," Carla pleaded, her face beaded with perspiration. "It feels so good but I want you to fuck me. I want you so fucking bad, want that big prick of yours." "Can't you take it easy for a minute?" John answered sharply. "You're so damned desperate all the time, it really bugs me. Just sit there and enjoy it, if you can.",
Carla was stung by her young lover's words but that did not detract from her sexual delectation. She was fucked up that way, desperate for sex, wanting to lose herself and forget her problems by feeling a huge cock pounding at her pussy. She would try to do what John wanted, take her cue from a boy half her age, a boy who knew so much more about love making than herself.
Once again Carla groaned audibly as she felt the boy's tongue caressing the inside of her hairless thighs. He started just above her knees and then slowly moved up to the hollow of her groin, immediately reversing the procedure. Carla could feel the saliva evaporating on her legs, causing her to shiver with lust.
John reached up, placing his hand over Carla's soft pubic bush. His fingers played with her curly blonde hair, twining in the soft strands, touching her labia for the briefest second. Then his tongue took over, laving the sensitive cunt with long slow strokes, finally penetrating Carla's twat.
"Oh, yes, that's what I want," Carla answered, her hips beginning to move spasmodically. "Shove your tongue into me and I'll come all over your beautiful face."
John shoved his tongue into the breach, working on the rim of Carla's pussy, flicking the agile organ back and forth in a way that left Carla weak with desire. He located the woman's clitoris and caressed the organ carefully, noting with delight how quickly it filled with blood and expanded to its full size. Then his tongue slid directly into Carla's cunt, covering her labia, the spit mingling with her own secretions.
A few minutes later, John had tired of the game. His prick had turned hard and red while working on Carla's pussy and now it was time to think about his own pleasure. This time he wouldn't bother fucking the woman for awhile but was more than willing to sixty-nine until he brought her to orgasm.
It took but a moment for John to reverse his position so that he and Carla were lying head to foot. He climbed on top of the desiring woman and then once more worked his tongue into her box, rubbing his long narrow nose against Carla's clitoris, feeling the woman guiding his hard prick into her mouth.
It was difficult for Carla to breath at first with the boy's full weight pressing down on her body but she was willing to put up with anything as long as she could work on that beautiful hard organ. The prick slid between Carla's parted lips and then the woman was completely satisfied, knowing that she would celebrate her orgasm in record time.
There was no doubt in Carla's mind that John was the best of her young lovers. More experienced than the other boys, he knew how to handle himself in bed, how to torture a woman and then satisfy her totally. Carla held the boy's balls in her right hand, stuffing more and more of John's cock into her straining throat, not slowing down for a second.
John began to hump the woman, hardly paying attention to Carla's pussy any longer. His prick travelled all the way into Carla's mouth and then withdrew halfway, only to be slammed in all over again. All the while, Carla's pussy was pulling at his tongue, trying to drag ever more of it into her hungry hole.
John rolled over onto his side, lifting his leg so that Carla could wedge her head between his slender thighs. The woman let go of her young lover's prick and immediately went to work on John's balls, holding the sensitive globes in her hand and then caressing them repeatedly with her long agile tongue.
At first the sensitive skin cringed from her moist touch, tightening and becoming convoluted. Carla used the tip of her tongue like a reptile, touching every millimeter of the full sac, finally opening her mouth and letting the entire scrotum penetrate just as the boy's prick had done.
She was careful with her lover's balls, cradling them in her mouth, sucking and licking at the mouth-watering burden. John got used to the new method of making love quickly, digging the feel of the woman's tongue. It was frightening to be that vulnerable, but he knew that Carla would die before hurting the part of his body she valued the highest.
Carla spit out the hairy balls a few seconds later, after they were covered with a uniform patina of her warm sticky saliva. The boy's prick had been pressed against her cheeks all the while, hot, hard and irresistible. Carla opened her mouth wide, letting his huge cock penetrate her completely.
Meanwhile, John had resumed his stimulation of Carla's pussy. He shoved his tongue back into the breach and used every combination of pressure to drive Carla mad with desire. The woman's thighs closed down strongly around her young lover's neck, making it impossible for him to withdraw his tongue.
Less than a minute later, Carla felt herself starting to come. She had never liked oral sex particularly, not from the receiving end, but John had done it so well that she was powerless to resist him. His tongue continued to dance in and out of her pussy, varying its strokes skillfully, slowing down occasionally but then applying the pressure more strongly than ever.
John stuck his tongue in as far as it would go and then waited for Carla to celebrate her orgasm. Her legs opened around his head and then her cunt began its familiar contractions, closing down as if she wanted to rip the tongue right out of John's mouth. Then Carla swallowed the full length of her lover's prick, hardly noticing the deep penetration as her climax began.
John tasted a river of pussy honey washing into his mouth. He gulped the juices greedily, amazed by the speed with which Carla had come. The woman was a true sexual phenomenon, the most responsive woman he had ever been with. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever but a few seconds later Carla's passion had waned and she was able to concentrate on her lover's needs.
Carla remained lying on her side, having no trouble working on her lover's cock in that position. She felt John's head moving away from cunt but that was alright too. Carla had had her fun and wanted to return the favor, feel John's prick swell and then explode deep in the back of her throat.
"That's it, Carla, slow and easy," John praised his older mistress. "See, it's so much better when you do it my way."
Carla hardly noticed her lover's words, flicking her tongue across the sensitive spongy head of John's swollen prick. The tumid organ rampaged inside her mouth, filling out her cheeks, plunging into the depths of Carla's straining throat. Soon she could taste the first drop of thick salty come, knew that in a few more seconds the boy would be ready to fly.
Carla redoubled her efforts at that point, wanting to give John the best orgasm of his young life. Her tongue was like a separate organism, never resting for a second, touching every part of his cock, licking, sucking, nibbling, pulling, refusing to allow the boy's passion to wane for a second.
John felt the come moving up from his balls, dammed temporarily at the tip of his rod. He stopped moving altogether, knowing that he would enjoy himself all the more if he fought against his inevitable orgasm. Carla sensed what the boy was doing and worked even harder, pulling at his prick as if her life depended on it, knowing that victory would soon be hers.
She curled her lips around the shaft of John's cock and raced her tongue up and down, feeling the boy's muscles contract, feeling blood surging through the veins. Then John contracted once more and shot a tremendous load of come into the woman's waiting mouth, an endless flow of thick, choking viscous fluid, which Carla rolled around in her mouth before swallowing, turned on intensely by the power of his climax.
Carla refused to relinquish the boy's joy stick until she had licked it clean of the last traces of come juice. Her tongue continued its busy work, finally releasing the wilting prick, which was shiny with spit. John lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, feeling perfectly content and relaxed, knowing it would take a while before he was again stimulated.
A loud ringing sound shattered the silence that had descended over their bedroom. Carla leaped to her feet nervously, wondering who in hell would have come by to visit her on a Friday night, well past eleven o'clock. She pulled her bathrobe around her recently sated body and looked at John for forgiveness, hoping that the boy would not be angry with her.
"Go ahead and get it," John said casually. "Come on, you can't be uptight all the time. I promise I'll stay in here in case it's your landlord or somebody like that."
Carla went directly to the door, swinging it on its hinges, shocked to see Arturo Gonzalez standing framed in the doorway. The boy was dressed better than usual, his breath smelling slightly of alcohol. He pushed his way through the door and stood before Carla, addressing her directly.
"Shit, this whole place smells like cunt," Arturo began, looking around to see if Carla was not alone. "What the fuck is going on here? I came by to see if you wanted to fuck. I haven't had a chance to see you all week at the office."
"I'm with somebody, Arturo," Carla answered timidly, afraid of the boy's fiery eyes and powerful physique. "I'm sorry, Arturo, but you should have called before you came over."
Arturo pushed past the frightened woman and headed directly for the bedroom, noticing the open door. His fists clenched, the inebriated youngster was ready for a fight, ready to kick out whoever had got to Carla first that evening. Suddenly a familiar voice greeted the angry lad.
"Arturo Gonzalez, I haven't seen you all fucking year," John stated, jumping out into the center of the room. "Shit, man, we used to have such a good fucking time getting high at school. What the fuck happened to you, brother?"
"I had to drop out to make a living," Arturo answered. "My brother's in the slams, and the old man took a walk last year. I guess you wouldn't understand that coming from a nice, white, middle-class background."
"Cool it," John answered, reaching immediately for a hash pipe. "Hey, I didn't know you were tight with Carla. She's something else, isn't she? Come on in, baby, me and Arturo are old pals. He taught me all about grass."
Carla had been standing in the doorway, fearing the worst. It seemed an incredible coincidence for the two young boys to know each other personally, but they were the same age and there was only one high school in the area. With a sigh of relief Carla sat beside the two boys on the bed, pulling the bathrobe around her torso, still not knowing what to expect.
The two boys began to talk together, reminiscing over their school experiences as they passed the pipe back and forth, ignoring Carla completely. At first the woman felt slighted, but then it dawned on Carla that it was a good thing for her two lovers to get along so well. She could still remember the orgy she had had with John and Bobby. It seemed most feasible to repeat the pleasant procedure with the new combination.
Soon Arturo was overcome by the strong marijuana, his face relaxed into a toothy smile. It was a pleasure for Carla to watch the two boys acting uninhibitedly, making puerile sexual jokes, not trying to act mature in her presence. She moved closer to Arturo on the couch, figuring that he would come around soon, decide to share her with his old friend, John.
Arturo's right hand rested on Carla's shoulder, absent-mindedly stroking her long blonde hair. Carla turned her body slightly, loosening the robe and revealing her large set of firm tits. Arturo whistled appreciatively, looking to John for guidance, uncomfortable in an unfamiliar situation.
"Go on, you can have her if you want to," John chuckled. "That's what friends are for. Share and share alike, one for all, all for one, and all that shit."
Arturo grinned once more and then lowered his head to Carla's exposed breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth and pulling at it strongly, stretching the large breast and elongating the firm pink bud. Carla shivered and sighed, wondering how it was possible for her to be turned on again so soon after her bout of love making with John Hiller.
But Carla did not think about her sexuality for long. Arturo showed he meant business, working over Carla's tits with passion, shifting from one to the other until her nipples had turned dark and puckered. Soon he moved his hand down to Carla's already dripping pussy, covering the entire mound and then slipping two fingers directly into her vulva.
John sat erect and naked on the bed, watching the couple closely, knowing that he would be able to get in on the fun whenever he wanted. It was good to see his old friend Arturo again, would be even better to share a woman, with him. Yes, he would let the two of them have their good time and then leap into the fray after things got a little hotter.
Arturo pushed Carla onto her back, his hand still covering her wet pussy, his finger probing ever deeper into the luscious hole. He started to undress himself as he finger-fucked Carla, slipping out of his shirt and then unfastening his trousers, revealing a prick that was already hard and tumid.
Two seconds later, the powerfully built chicano was on top of Carla, his prick resting heavily on her thighs, moving closer and closer to the woman's pussy. Then he entered Carla with a single lunge, his prick disappearing to the hilt, making a loud, moist, sloshing sound.
John watched with delight as Carla strove to satisfy the powerfully built lad. Her hips churned from side to side and her breasts rubbed freely against Arturo's chest. The boy worked slowly at first but soon his strokes became more insistent and rapid, powerful thrust that practically crushed the delicately built woman beneath him. John decided not to wait any longer before getting in on the action. It was time for him to make his presence known in no uncertain terms.
"Hey, we can fuck her together," John piped up. "Roll her over onto her side, and I'll fuck her up the ass. I bet she's never done that before. It'll be great for all of us."
Arturo rolled off the tired woman, more than happy to fool around with a new mode of love making. He had felt somewhat nervous and inhibited having John watch his every move but it would be better if they fucked the woman together. As for Carla, she could not have been more pleased with the new arrangement. It would not be easy to satisfy both boys but she could have a hell of a lot of fun trying.
Carla lay flat on her side, feeling John moving behind her, his adroit tongue sliding directly between her white buttocks and into her asshole. Carla shivered from the unfamiliar sensation, still remembering how much fun it had been to be cornholed by Arturo. Now she would take it both ways, which was likely to give her an orgasm of undreamt of proportions.
John's prick was as hard and firm as it would ever be. He lay down beside the woman and slowly worked the tip of his rod into Carla's dripping asshole. The woman winced at first but then remembered that she was supposed to relax. Soon she was squeezing her cunt muscles around the rigid shaft, having no trouble servicing the full six thick inches.
Arturo watched for a few seconds, turned on by the sight of the buggered woman. His prick was still soaking wet from Carla's pussy juice and now all he had to do was get on the other side of the woman and work his prick back into that delightful aperture. He held Carla's thighs apart with strong hands and then began to finger-fuck the woman again, his prick held in readiness, pressed against Carla's lithe white thigh.
Arturo found, to his delight, that Carla's cunt had become tighter and more clinging as a result of having a thick cock inserted into her pink bunghole. He worked slowly, introducing his prick a little at a time. Soon he had entered the woman completely but found it rather difficult to move freely on the overcrowded circular double bed.
John smiled at his friend, withdrawing his prick almost all the way out of Carla's tight slick asshole. Arturo picked up on the signal immediately, slamming his prick in full force. Soon they had established a common rhythm, taking turns penetrating the woman's body, causing Carla to writhe and scream out with pleasure, hardly comprehending what was happening to her.
Then the two boys began to give it to Carla harder and faster, timing their strokes perfectly, entering and withdrawing with exact synchronicity. Their pricks slid in and out of Carla's cunt in a quickening cadence, tiring the woman and reviving her simultaneously. Carla closed her eyes and kissed the lover before her, completely overcome with passion.
John decided to fuck the woman as hard and fast as possible, in order to have his orgasm at about the same time Arturo would be ready to fill the woman with cream. He had come once already and knew that it would take extra stimulation to rush his orgasm, stimulation provided by Carla's incredibly tight bunghole.
Arturo reached his hand down, playing with the woman's clitoris as he fucked Carla. His other hand busily explored Carla's swollen tits, torturing the nipples, using pain and pleasure to work her into a state of unbearable excitation. Carla tried to sigh her passion aloud but was prevented from doing that by the long thick tongue that had been inserted into her mouth.
For Carla it was a new experience, a thousand times more stimulating than anything she had done before. It was fairly easy to coordinate her movements, to make the lusty boys fuck her at a proper pace. The only thing lacking was a third prick jammed into her mouth but Carla was not going to be greedy about things when she was so close to her orgasm.
Carla could feel the two cocks growing ever stiffer inside her fatigued body, a sure sign that the boys were almost ready to come. It became impossible for the lusting woman to keep her passion in check any longer. She wanted to put off her orgasm but it was overtaking her irresistibly.
She moved her ass backward, trying to keep Arturo from penetrating her so completely. However, that only caused John's prick to slide deeper into her open bunghole. She could feel the two cocks almost meeting inside her, only the thinnest panel of flesh separating the two thick thrusting organs.
Then Carla started to come. A loud soughing sound emanated from her parted lips and then the woman was writhing furiously on the couch, both pricks sunk to the hilt in her body. One spasm was superseded by another, her cunt and asshole clamping down together, turning on her two young lovers and bringing them ever closer to their own climaxes.
Carla's orgasm was the most powerful she had ever known, seeming to include every part of her voluptuous body. The grass she had smoked seemed to enhance the effect, making Carla more aware than ever of every muscle and nerve as her passion slowly and violently ran its course.
The two boys smiled at each other as soon as Carla had finished coming, beginning to pump harder and faster, their bodies tensed and contorted with lust. Carla began to get tired and dry in her twin orifices but knew that she would not have to wait much longer. The boys were moving too fast, would have to shoot their loads in a matter of seconds.
Arturo shoved his prick in hard and then let the huge weapon shoot its charge, filling Carla's cunt, the juices sloshing around for a few seconds and then leaking out again, bathing his crotch and thighs in a sticky mantle of come. John soon began his own explosion, his prick jerking in and out of Carla's asshole furiously, come spattering in all directions.
The two boys finished together, just as they had started, removing their pricks with a single jerk. Carla rolled over onto her back, totally exhausted, sexually satiated in a way she had never dreamt possible. She would never be able to thank the boys adequately for what they had done to her, transforming her from an uptight career woman into a uninhibited, fully realized sexual being, capable of anything.
The grass pipe made another round and Carla found herself drifting off to sleep, physically and emotionally drained after her sexual experiences. She closed her eyes and placed one hand on each of her lover's pricks, happier and more relaxed than she had been in her entire previous life.
"She's out like a light, man," Arturo commented a few seconds later. "I'm still horny as shit, and it'll be no fun fucking her this way. How about you and I going out and looking for some fresh pussy? It's still pretty early."
"I'm not up to it," John admitted after a few seconds of thought. "Besides, you can always fuck Carla in the office. I haven't had a chance to get into her since last weekend. You can split if you want, but I'm going to hang around."
The two boys shook hands and then Arturo dressed himself rapidly, pleased that he had paid a surprise visit to Carla Williams. Monday they would work together and this time he was not going to be satisfied with a mere blow job. Carla had shown that she was capable of delivering a lot more than that. He winked at John as he tiptoed out of the apartment, knowing that Carla wouldn't be allowed to sleep for long.