"How about it, Carrie? Are you ready yet?" Carrie Wilson heard her boy friend Mark ask, his hand on her knee.
Carrie knew exactly what Mark had in mind. He always scorned to have the same thing in mind. He had wanted to sink his cock into her little cunt for at least two years, and he got more and more insistent as time went by. Carrie knew that she couldn't blame him. He was a horny thirty-three-year-old physical-education instructor at Bentonville High School and after a hard day of athletic endeavors he naturally wanted to engage in some sexual athletics. Unfortunately for Mark, Carrie was unable to respond.
Carrie really wanted to let herself go. She really wanted to enjoy the cunt-melting sensations that other women were free to enjoy, but something stood in the way of her enjoyment of sex. Carrie had had a frightening experience as a child, an experience with a rough man who had raped her on the family farm. The experience had been such a shock to her that even now, at age thirty, she was unable to forget it.
For her men friends her fear of sex was frustrating as hell. Carrie functioned beautifully in every other area of her life. She was one of the best English teachers Bentonville High had ever had. She had many friends and was highly respected. But in the bedroom she froze up as soon as a man laid his hot hands on her.
Carrie had told Mark the story of her experience. Mark had been very patient with her, and she loved him for it. She loved to have him close to her, and there were even times when she thrilled to the feel of his warm strong hands on her. Tonight seemed to be one of the nights when she was willing to try to let herself go. She knew that Mark sensed her willingness and would respond accordingly.
She shivered inside when she felt his hand sneaking up under her dress. He stroked her silken skin gently, moving his hand farther up her long lithe leg. She felt the warmth of his big strong hand on her flesh, felt his fingers gently squeezing her leg as he moved closer and closer to her cunt.
Mark's cock was aching in his pants, aching to be thrust into the tight little hole between Carrie's legs. He had undressed Carrie several times, and he knew how beautiful she was, knew how soft and warm her body felt. He knew every silken curve of her. He knew how resilient her luscious tits were.
Mark knew that Carrie wanted desperately to respond freely to his expert stimulation. He had kissed her reclining naked form all over, had licked her tits, sucking at them, nibbling at them until they were hard little points of tit-flesh in his mouth.
The man had let his tongue trail down over her quivering stomach, tickling the downy patch of love-hair between her legs. Mark got a raging hard-on whenever he thought of the intoxicating scent of Carrie's warm cunt. She had let him run his tongue down between her legs and over the love-mound that rested beneath the soft nest of her twat.
As he ran his warm hand up closer and closer to Carrie's pussy, Mark remembered fondly the times when she had felt comfortable enough with him to let him take his finger and stroke her cunt-lips. He remembered gently spreading the lips of her cunt. He had run his eager tongue down between the lips of her slightly-spread cunt, tickling her inner flesh and making her cunt run with moisture. Mark's dick jerked in his pants when he thought of the taste of her cunt-honey.
Carrie had even let him thrust his tongue into her seething cunt. He had licked the inner walls of her hot sex, tickling her clitoris until her legs stiffened slightly in spite of her efforts to control herself. When he had made her cunt steam with passion by licking at her gash and nibbling the lips of the woman's moist sex, he had very quickly unfastened his pants, pushing them down and kicking them off without ever taking his face away from her fragrant young cunt.
Mark had stood up ever so slowly, lowering himself over her reclining body and getting into position to fuck her right in the twat. He had brought his cock close to her hot little cunt, so close that he could feel the moist heat of her steaming gash against the head of his rock-hard erection. She had even let him touch the head of his swollen rod against the luscious slot between her legs. But that was as far as she would ever go. As soon as she had felt his big hard cock pushing between the lips of her cunt, she had always frozen up and began him to pull it out of her. Mark had always obeyed her wishes, but it had always caused him discomfort. Fortunately, Carrie had nothing against wrapping her warm fingers around the shaft of his cock and jerking him off until she made his semen squirt from the head of his prick. She was even willing to wrap her lips around his cock and suck him off until he filled her sweet mouth with boiling cum. Her cunt, however, was inviolate.
As Mark moved his tongue between the fragrant lips of her cunt, he hoped that this would be the time, hoped that she would finally let him slip his rod into her cunt and fuck her the way she deserved to experience the joys of hot fucking, Mark knew that he could loosen her up if she would only let him take the first step.
Carrie's beautiful blue eyes were closed lightly. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face in a shower of gold. Her body was relaxed now, and she we thoroughly enjoying the maddening sensations that he expert lips and tongue were causing between her spread legs. She basked in the warmth between her leg, felt it coursing through her silken body, molting her resistance.
Carrie's breasts tingled as Mark put his big strong hands on them, letting the tips of his fingers brush gently over her tingling tit-peaks. He seemed to know exactly where and when to touch her, knew exactly what to do to make her body respond to him. If only she could let him have what he obviously wanted so desperately. She wanted it too, after all. She wanted to respond to a hard cock buried deep inside her cunt, wanted to feel it moving in and out of her harder and faster, wanted to feel the rigid shaft of the thing rubbing up against the blazing bud of her clit. But it wasn't that easy for her. As soon as she felt the hot head of his cock, or any man's cock, against the lips of her cunt, her mind flashed back to the hired hand who had taken her against her will.
She felt Mark's lips and tongue working against the hot flesh of her cunt, felt his tongue racing up and down the seething crack between her legs. She knew from the speed of his licking and sucking that he was about to try once again to sink his rampant erection into her.
She began to writhe in the heat of the passion the horny man inspired in her with his licking and sucking between her legs. She tried desperately to prepare herself for the inevitable, tried to relax her cunt, tried to tell herself that it was all right to let him into her, but it was no use.
"Be calm, baby," Mark whispered gently, raising himself up and lowering his muscular body over her.
"Oh Mark! I… I'm afraid!" she whimpered.
"I know you are, Carrie. I understand. If you do this just once, everything will change for us!"
Carrie felt Mark's warm moist breath against her cheek and then against her ear. All the while his cock rubbed against her thigh, moving closer and closer to the nest of her steaming cunt.
"Don't hurt me, Mark! Please don't hurt me!" she moaned when she felt the blood-engorged head of his cock against her love-mound.
"Trust me, honey!" Mark said. "I wouldn't hurt you for anything! Just try to relax and enjoy this! It's going to be beautiful for both of us!"
Carrie wanted to believe him, but when she felt his cum-slickened cock pushing against her sensitive slot, she felt the familiar surges of fear that had always put a stop to their sexual activities.
"I can't, Mark! I can't! Please take it out! Oh God! Please don't!"
Mark had to fight off the urge to sink his cock into her cunt. It would be so easy to do. He could buck his lean as and drive his rod all the way into her tightly-clenched cunt with one hard thrust, filling her with his stiff meat. He knew that she would enjoy the sensation of hot male flesh buried deep inside her pussy once she got over her fear of his entry into her. He knew that the friction of his rod rubbing against her tingling clit would drive her wild. He knew that the maddening sensations of hot fucking would melt away her fern.
The horny man wanted to stick it to her, but he respected her too much. She was not only his lover, but also his best friend. He fucked other women, of course, but no other woman would ever take the place of his Carrie. It was his great respect for her that forced him to respect her wishes and pull his tool away from her cunt.
"I'm sorry, baby!" he said, rolling onto his side beside her, letting his dick touch her side.
"I'm the one who should be sorry, darling!" she said, a tear in her eye. "I don't know why I put you through this! It must be awful for you!"
"It's not awful, baby!" Mark said gently, stroking her fine cheeks. "It just takes time."
"I hope so, Mark!" Carrie said, planting a loving kiss on his lips.
"Do you feel up to giving me some head?" he asked softly after they had held each other in a fond embrace.
"Of course, darling!" she said. "You know I love doing that for you!" She got into a sixty-nine position with her man.
Carrie wrapped her sweet lips around the jerking shaft of the man's rock-hard cock and began sucking at his dick-head with passion. She ran her warm wet tongue around the bulging purplish head of his cock, tickling it on the underside, running her tongue over the flange, pressing her tongue against the hole of his cock. The massive cock swelled more and more as she worked on it.
Mark slurped away between Carrie's honey tanned legs, sucking her free-flowing juices into his mouth, making his tongue dart between the needy lips of her cunt. He pressed the tip of his tongue against her hot clitoris, making her legs shiver and shake. He nibbled at her bud of flesh, letting his teeth scrape against her clit until she was wild inside.
The feeling of his dick stroking the woman's mouth was making him crazy with passion. He felt her teeth scraping occasionally against the hard shaft of his cock, felt her tongue moving expertly over the head of his blood-filled erection. She sucked cock with more passion than any woman he had ever known. It was as if she were trying to make up for her lack of responsiveness to a cock in her cunt. He knew that any woman who could enjoy sucking him off so much would have to be one hot fuck if she ever gave herself the chance to enjoy it.
Mark couldn't resist the urge to fuck her mouth with his swollen cock. He began thrusting in and out of her mouth, driving his tool all the way down her throat with each thrust and pulling it out almost past her sucking lips with each backward motion. His cock-head pushed against the back of her throat, making her almost choke.
Carrie loved sucking his cock. It was the least she could do for the man who had been so patient and loving to her for so long. She didn't mind the tears that came to her pretty eyes when his mammoth organ filled her throat with throbbing male meat and banged against her tonsils. She liked to foci his prick sliding in and out of her mouth. She liked to feel his big sperm-filled balls slapping her chin as he face-fucked her.
"Oh baby! Baby! Suck it! Suck it hard! It's great, Carrie. Suck that fucker!"
Carrie sucked his cock for a good half an hour, making him hornier and hornier with each minute of hot sucking. She slowed down in her sucking pace when she thought he was about to shoot his rocks off in her mouth. She knew that the longer she delayed his ejaculation, the better he would feel when he finally unloaded his cum into her throat.
"I'm gonna shoot it, baby!" he finally rasped when he could no longer hold beck. "Take it! Drink it all up!"
Carrie almost strangled on the massive wad of sperm the man poured into her. She felt it shooting hard and fast against the back of her throat, felt it pouring down her throat in a hot thick river. She tried desperately to swallow all of the semen he poured into her, but it was impossible. The thick white stuff trickled out of her mouth and ran down over her chin.
Mark swung into position to kiss her deeply when he pulled his cock out of her mouth. He thrust his tongue deep into her throat, tasting his own hot sperm as he frenched her. They fondled each other warmly for a while after he had filled her mouth with sperm, basking in each other's bodily warmth.
"Can I eat you out some more, Carrie?" he asked later, running his fingers over her dewy cunt.
Carrie shook her head and smiled. "I don't think so, darling," she sighed. "You must think I'm awfully cold."
"Don't even think that, baby!" Mark said, standing up and pulling on his pants. "It takes time." He planted a kiss on the mound of her cunt as she lay there on her back, her leg slightly parted, breathing softly.
When Mark kissed her goodnight, Carrie sat on her chair before her mirror and looked at herself. She was a beautiful woman all right. She had what it took to make men wild for her. She knew what a powerful effect she had on the teachers at Bentonville High School. In fact, she knew that some of her male students felt the effect of her feminine charm. She had glanced down many times from her desk and looked at a hard bulge between the legs of a student, a bulge that she knew had been raised there by the student's longing look at her lithe legs.
Carrie let her hand dip between her legs. Her fingers found the mound of her cunt and began moving between the rubbery lips, making her pussy quiver with delight.
Carrie's cunt was still hot with unfulfilled desire after her session of cunt-lapping and cocks sucking with Mark. She stimulated herself with her fingers, driving herself wild with passion. Her cunt tipped with desire, ran with musky fluid that always drove Mark crazy. As usual, when she played with her pussy, she drifted back in time to her experience with the hired hand.
Carrie knew that she shouldn't feel hot when she recalled the afternoon when she was many ravaged by the hired hand. After all, the experience still kept her from enjoying the advances of other men. But something took control of her when she recalled that afternoon, something that made her tingle all over, something that made the experience come back to her and seem as real as the dark had happened.
Carrie closed her eyes, diddling herself leisurely and enjoying the sensations that her fingers and her memories inspired in her hot little cunt.