Alec staggered through the doorway to his bedroom and felt hot tears against his face. He didn't quite understand why she was crying. All he knew was that he wanted to be the one who could make her sadness stop.
He ran his hand down her back, undoing the zipper of her dress. While she clung to him and whispered, he slipped the dress from her shoulders and leaned over the bed with her.
In a smooth motion, her arms slid from around his neck, and she fell on her back to the bed as her dress left her body leaving her totally naked. She opened red-rimmed eyes and writhed on the bed in sexual bliss and emotional torment.
"Alec, don't stop yet, darling. Don't quit fucking me! I've got more in there. Ohhh, so much more! Why do I always have so much in there!"
She put her hands on her tits and moaned and mauled them, groaning in a strange way, trying to cover her real feelings under the screen of the sexual urgency that was real enough.
She rolled the firm balls of flesh and made them flatten and stretch into cones. She tweaked her pink nipples and pulled at them with the tips of her fingers until they were rubbery spikes at the ends of her boobs.
Her thighs scissored open and close, and her pussy lifted and fell with the movements of her hips she couldn't control. Her cunt made sucking sounds that were unbelievably slutty.
She was aware that Alec was looking down between her thighs at the mouth of her draining cunt, and there was a terrible passion from him, even after three years of revealing it to him again and again.
She put her hand over her twat. Everything was pussy and soft, so terribly wet and slippery. Her cuntlips were so bloated with heat they were wide open and didn't begin to cover the pulsing pinkess of her twat hole.
The silkiness between then gleamed with slippery oils and draining sperm, and she watched him run his eyes over the slim lines of her thighs, the fare of her hips, the narrow waist.
Her auburn hair fanned over his bed, and her pretty, fine features rocked back and forth as she tossed her head and moaned, massaging her tits and pussy with her hands.
"Carol…" he gasped huskily. "God, you're beautiful, darling. I want you. I want you!"
"Then take me!" she half screamed. "Fuck me again, Alec! Oh, please! Make it big. Make it good. God, make it last!"
She clapped her fingers around her wet pussy again and shook the pink, bloated meat of it up and down. Juice trickled between her fingers, and she gasped sharply as the heel of her hand rolled over her clit and massaged the standing, throbbing little organ of pleasure.
"Ohhhh, suck my juicy pussy, darling! I want you to suck it off! Then fuck it! Honey, can you fuck me again? Is your prick…"
She opened her hooded eyes. She looked at the long, solid shaft of his cock and shivered with lust. Her lips went slack, and she moaned heavily and reached for him.
"Give it to me, Alec! Give me your prick!"
He moved forward and knelt on the bed, straddling her chest. He settled down, and her round, firm tits pillowed his ass and cupped his balls in warm mounds of satin flesh.
Her hands and fingers slid all over his wet, juice-covered prick. She pursed her lips and lifted her head. A moan of combined shame and lust slipped from her throat as she pursed her soft, full lips and ran her tongue over them to wet them.
Right then she didn't care how slutty she was acting, how much like Tish. She wanted him. She wanted to come and come, and she wanted to feel his strong prick in her and against her-his sperm flooding into her body in every hole she had, because it was going to be the last time.
Her tongue flicked out. She tasted the clear fluid at the tip of his prick. She tasted the essence of her sodden cunt on his spongy knob and stiff shaft.
She moaned and sucked his cockhead between her lips and felt the bumps and ridges of his prick ripple over her soft lips and run into her mouth.
She drew strongly on his prick, and he couldn't keep from groaning. Carol sucked as heatedly as she fucked, and Alec had never met a girl even remotely like her.
He didn't know what drove her, what made her so sexually volatile, but he wanted to know. He wanted to smooth it out for her, because he genuinely cared about her.
His cock throbbed in her mouth, and he tipped his head back and sucked in his breath, trying not to come. It wasn't that he didn't want to come. But he didn't have the fantastic kind of staying power that she did, and he wanted to last long enough to drain her dry this time.
He wanted to leave her so fucked out that she was wobbly and bowlegged and would be incapable of staying away for two weeks again. He wanted her to realize that she ought to marry him and let her trampy sister and stupid brother fend for themselves, now.
She'd done her duty. More than her duty. It was time to break free.
He looked down and watched her silky lips purse around his prick. Her head bobbed back and forth, and her tongue stripped the bottom of his shaft and rolled around the cockhead, teasing him and milking him for the rush of his hot sperm.
He tried not to think about how good it felt to have her lips wrapped around his cock, about how easy it would be for him to give himself over to her soft-sucking mouth and let his prick explode there, hosing his cum down her throat.
He thought about the dog-kennel thing instead. Maybe he should keep his nose out of it after all-just let her go ahead and set it up for Tish and Harley and then make another try at weaning her away from them. If they were set up, she wouldn't have that excuse not to marry him any more.
His thoughts broke off when Carol moaned and began sucking more fervently on his prick. Her soft lips nearly reached to his pubes, and he could feel her throat constricting and squeezing around the throbbing head of his dick.
Her right arm began to jiggle at the same time, and he knew what she was doing. Her hand was still over her wet pussy. He could hear the liquid sounds her fingers made in her silky cuntflesh.
He glanced over his shoulder and saw her hand swirl over her sodden pussy as she finger-fucked her drooling box. Her knees were up and bent, her thighs completely open.
Her cunt squirmed and quaked, her hips circled with terrible heat. Her lips and tongue worked over his prick faster and faster, and he knew she was going to bring herself off at any moment.
As much as he hated to, he pulled his prick from her sucking mouth and rested his butt on her pillowing tits, gasping harshly. She'd nearly brought him off, too, and he wasn't ready for another one yet.
"Alec… Alec!" she moaned, grabbing at his cock with her free hand, wanting it back between her soft lips, her other hand swirled over her pussy meat, her fingers circled the stretching, throbbing nub of her clit.
He scooted backward quickly and stared down at her pulsing, sucking cunt. He watched her fingertips play with her clitoral root and slide up and down her silky gash.
He watched her rim her cunt hole with one finger. She stretched the silky, muscular ring wide and allowed him to see up her pussy into the incredibly wet redness and then shot her finger all the way up her cunt hole as far as she could make it go.
"Alec I'm going to come! Ohhhh, don't let me come this way! Fuck me, darling! Fuck that big cock into my pussy again! Suck my cunt off! Alec, do something-quick!"
Her body shuddered and heaved, nearly out of control again. Her finger pumped wetly in and out of her scarlet pussy hole. He waited just a moment longer, then snatched her hand away. Her cunt made a slurping pop as it suddenly became empty.
He scooped his hands under her rounded buttcheeks and lifted her hips from the bed. Her thighs fell wide, and her pussy lifted high, quivering and pulsing, on the verge of another orgasm.
"Ohhhh, do something, darling!"
He dropped his face to her cunt. He opened his mouth wide and covered the whole wet, squirming mass of pulsing silk with his mouth, and he shot his tongue deeply into her hot cunt hole.
"Eeeee! I'm coming!" she screamed.
She wrenched violently, nearly jerking her ass from his hands. Her pussy twisted around his tongue and then clamped down on it in spasming waves of muscular reflex as still another orgasm tore through her overheated body.
He didn't let her rest for a moment. He knew she had to be nearing the end of her endurance. He wanted it to be a glorious end. One that she would remember a long time.
He slipped his tongue from her silky hole and lapped up her drenched gash with it. He circled the tip of her clit, then massaged the engorged throbbing clitoral root, all the while holding her ass in his hands high off the bed.
"Oh! Oh, darling! Ohhh, let me rest a minute, Alec, Ohhh, what are you doing to my clit? God, I feel so slutty when I get this hot, Alec…"
She twisted her head to the side and felt a moment of shame again. She wished she didn't get turned on this high. It made her feel sluttier than Tish. It made her wonder what she was going to do for sexual release without Alec's wonderful prick and sucking lips.
There had been a discreet number of other men when she had turned twenty. And then her parents had died, and her little sister Tish, only thirteen at the time, had blossomed into a sexy little doll, complete with hot little ass and ready pussy and the capacity to fuck and fuck.
After Tish had seduced three men away from her, Carol had nearly stopped dating at all, admitting defeat. She was pretty enough. But Tish had that something extra that compelled men to fuck her.
Carol wasn't stupid. She knew what Tish was doing to her boy friends. And she knew why. The little slut was getting back at Carol for being big sister, for being boss of the house when there were no parents any more.
Carol kept telling herself that it was a phase Tish was going through, that she'd get over it and find her own men and leave hers alone. Or that Tish would realize Carol didn't have any choice but to be boss, since she was so much older and since her sister and brother had to be raised by someone.
It had seemed that way with Alec, finally. For a long time. Until… until
…
"Oh, Alec, why did you do it!" she cried aloud, tossing her head to the side again, putting the back of her hand to her mouth in a wail of agony. "Why did you fuck her!"
If Alec had heard the question, he wasn't answering it. He couldn't, of course. He would try to pretend. But Tish had already told her the details-all the wet, sensuous details, gloating over them the way she always did.
Carol felt a surge of anguish pass through her again. It was nearly strong enough to make her forget the thrilling sensation of his tongue on her oozing pussy.
He wiped his face against her thigh and smeared her cunt juiced from his lips to her soft skin. He held her by the ass, then gave a slow twist urging her to roll over onto her stomach.
Carol moaned with undeniable heat and let go of the anguish and did his bidding. It was the last time with him. She couldn't ruin it. She had to have it last and last. She rolled onto her stomach and gasped and wondered what he was going to do next…