As she pulled her car to a stop Susan was pleased that the day was over. She was anxious to get out of the car and into her house. The long day at the library had been filled with thoughts of her orgy with Sam and Will. She had not really wanted to return to work, but she didn't think it wise to leave the library to Judy for too long. Now that she was home she couldn't wait to get inside and ease the gnawing torment in her pussy.
Looking around her as she left the car she found no sight of Will or Sam. She had thought her cunt could wait at least two days for another fucking but now she wished she had asked them to come back today.
The car horn startled her and she turned to see who it was.
She was surprised to see Mr. Marshall easing his green Mercedes to a halt next to her car. She rarely saw her wealthy landlord. As he stepped from his car and came toward her she felt a little uneasy.
"Miss Lawrence!" the tall, handsome man smiled as he stopped in front of her. "I'm glad I caught you before you went in. You know we don't see much of each other for a couple of neighbors. You've been staying in the guesthouse far quite some time now and I haven't even had you over for dinner. I'm afraid you must think me some sort of snob."
Susan had never realized how handsome he was. He looked very distinguished in his expensive blue suit. It was well-tailored and accentuated his trim, firm body. She wondered if he was just being polite, or if he really was offering her an invitation to his home.
"Oh no! I never thought that!" she blurted nervously. "I know your business keeps you very busy."
"Too busy," he frowned and his face looked tired and sad. "But not too busy to enjoy the company of a pretty woman!" He smiled at her with obvious admiration.
"Thank you," Susan blushed, feeling rather self-conscious.
"I meant that about dinner. As a matter of fact, why not tonight?" he said as his face brightened even more.
"Oh… I don't know if I can," she said. She wasn't sure she could handle dinner with the man the day after she had fucked his son.
"Of course you can! It will be perfect, Carol and Mark have gone to a double-feature, and I'm sure the cook can prepare a pleasant meal for us. You wouldn't want me to eat alone, would you?" he said with an imploring expression on his face.
Susan didn't feel she could say no. "All right, Mr. Marshall. You win," she laughed.
"Good. But drop that Mr. Marshall stuff. From now on my name is Carl, and yours is Susan."
"AU right, Carl."
"Now let's go over to my big old empty house and have a drink while the cook prepares dinner!" the dark-haired man said, offering his arm.
Taking his arm, Susan felt a little thrill go through her body. As they walked to his door she couldn't quite tell what the feeling was. It seemed part sexual, and part something else.
She had never been in the large home before. She was stunned by the huge entrance foyer. A long staircase wound up toward the top floor and gave the house a storybook look.
"The library is over here," he said, leading the way in. "I'll tell the cook about dinner and be right back."
Susan looked around the room as she waited for him to return. The worn seemed to reflect the man's masculinity. Books covered the walls, and comfortable leather furniture was everywhere. She was wondering what it would be like to live in such a house when he returned.
"Dinner will be ready shortly, Susan. How about a drink while we wait?"
"Thank you… Carl. Gin and tonic for me, please," she said, feeling more relaxed with the attractive man.
When he had fixed the drinks they sat on a large leather sofa. Susan felt warm, and her cunt tingled when his thigh brushed her leg. Her stomach was empty and the drink had a strong impact on her senses.
"You're such a lovely woman, Susan, and yet I've never seen you going out on a date." Carl Marshall seemed puzzled as he spoke. "I guess I'm getting a little nosy. I'm sorry. It's none of my business," he said as he gulped on his drink and turned his face away, as if embarrassed.
"No! I don't mind," Susan reassured him. She found him very attractive, and she hoped he was leading up to making a pass.
He put his drink down on the table in front of him. Susan leaned toward him. She knew what he was thinking. She wanted him to know she wanted it too. She put her drink down and waited.
"Susan…" he whispered hoarsely.
His arms went around her, and his mouth mashed hard on her tender lips.
Her cunt was hot! Her nipples hardened at the first contact of his body. She needed him so much. Her tongue shot into his mouth to meet his. Her moans blended with his sounds of passion. She let him crush her breasts against his chest as she clutched at his shoulders with her fingers. She was desperate to be loved by him. Something about his kiss was different from any she had ever had. It was more than just wild lust. It was a need to be loved and possessed.
She had difficulty breaking the kiss. "Carl! Please love me! Screw me! Now!" she rasped as she stared into his passion-glazed eyes.
"Oh, Susan! Baby! I want you so much!" was all the horny man could say as he tried to pull her back against him.
"Yes, darling! Let's get undressed. Hurry!" she hissed as she rose to take off her summer dress.
He hadn't expected her to be so ready, but he wasn't complaining. He got up and began to tear at his suit. After taking off his coat and tie he remembered the door and crossed the room quickly to close it.
Susan finished undressing long before he did. When her panties came off she stood for a moment and let him admire her lush body.
"God! You're beautiful!" Carl gasped as he gaped at her huge tits and inviting pussy-mound.
"Don't talk, Carl!" she said, "Get undressed. I want to see your cock!" she said without shame.
He quickly did as she said.
"What a beautiful prick!" Susan said when his big stiff dick was revealed to her horny eyes. "Hurry, Carl! I want you to fuck me hard! Put that big rod in me, darling!" she moaned as she stared at his thick fuck-pole.
The eager woman eased her naked body onto the sofa. Her long legs spread in invitation. She threw one leg on the back of the sofa, and let the other leg rest on the floor. His mouth dropped open in wonder as she displayed her wet, pink gash for his eyes.
"Don't make me wait, Carl! It's all yours, lover. This hot pussy is all yours. Hurry, honey! Get on top of me to fuck me! God! Don't make me wait any longer! I'm burning up!" she moaned as her hands went up to squeeze her heaving tits.
Carl moved to her, his long cock swaying and jutting. He knelt between her legs on the sofa. He wanted to reach for her. He wanted to hold her and kiss her tits, but he was too impatient. She had made it plain what she wanted, and now he was just as eager to sink his dick into her wet cunt.
Susan looked on with awe as he held his rod still and leaned into her widespread cunt-lips.
"Yessssss!" she screamed when his hard meat sank into her. "Drive it deep, lover! Fuck that cunt! Big cock! Oh, sweet lover-man! Hump me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Mr. Marshall! Carl! Darling! Shove it in me!" she mindlessly screamed each time he plunged into her.
His lips came down on her boobs. She cried out with pain-pleasure when his teeth clamped hard on her nipples. Her ass lifted off the sofa to meet him each time he slammed down into her receptive snatch. Her legs lifted into the air and met over his ass. Her ankles locked as she sought to pull his humping cock deeper into her bottomless pussy.
"Susan! I never dreamed you felt like this!" Carl gasped in amazement as he tried to keep up with the woman's wild movements.
"Don't talk! Just fuck me!" she moaned.
Her complete abandonment spurred him on. He was used to women who were more reserved in bed. Never had a woman reacted with such wildness to his fucking. He decided at that moment that he was in love with her. He wanted to give her the best fucking she had ever experienced.
"Carl! That's it, darling! Fuck me hard! Harder! Screw me! Pump it deep! Hurt me! Give me more! Don't stop! Deep, darling! Hard and deep!" she encouraged him when she felt him begin to pump into her hungry snatch at a faster pace.
Legs locked behind his ass, and nails digging into his shoulders, she let him ride her like a cheap whore. Her most passionate moments were when she thought of herself as a complete slut. A tramp to be used. A bitch who would do anything to fuck and suck a cock.
Her pussy flashed with heat when she remembered that just the day before she had screwed Carl's son. The forbidden act of fucking a father and son made her moan and writhe with pleasure. She imagined fucking Carl while she sucked on Mark's delicious cock. Her hands pulled Carl's head down to meet her mouth. She sucked in his tongue and pretended it was Mark's hot cock.
"Oh God!" Carl groaned. "I can't hold it, baby! I'm going to come!" he gasped as his hot jizz blasted from his cock.
"Yes! Come on, baby! Give it to me! Give me your hot stuff!" Susan shouted when he shot.
"UNNNgghhhh! Shit! Goddddddd!" Carl groaned as his balls erupted and emptied their contents into her greedy, gulping cunt. His body shook and he cursed himself for not holding it longer. He felt like an inexperienced teen.
Susan wasn't quite ready to come, but she wasn't worried. She wanted to please him. The thought of sucking his cock up hard again made her smile as she milked his spurting prick with her tight pussy.
"I'm sorry, Susan," Carl whispered after he stopped shooting and lay cradled on her hot, sweaty body. "I guess it was just too exciting for me."
"Don't worry, lover. You'll be ready to go again in no time," she smiled as she kissed him. "Sit up."
He obeyed. Susan scrambled off the sofa and knelt on the floor between his legs.
"Woman! You never cease to amaze me," he moaned when her warm, wet lips closed over the head of his cock.
The confident woman worked diligently. Her hungry mouth sucked up and down the length of his hot prick. In a very short time she had worked the thick shaft back to a hot hardness. Her tongue tasted their mixed juices and her cunt burned in anticipation.
"Now it's my turn, lover," she smiled up at him when she sat back from her work.
Carl smiled at her as she turned and crouched on her hands and knees. Her round, hat ass waved temptingly before him as she knelt, waiting to be mounted.
"Get down here on the floor and fuck me, Carl!" she hissed as she looked back over her shoulder at him.
"Here I come, woman!" the man smiled as he dropped onto his knees behind her and grabbed her by the hips.
He placed his dick against the opening of her twat and rammed.
"Wooooowwwwww!" she howled with glee. "Beautiful, baby! Just beautiful," she shouted happily as his renewed hardness slashed into her primed pussy.
It didn't take long. Her cunt had already been stimulated close to the blasting point, and now his brutal rammings were driving her over the edge.
"Oh, baby! I feel it coming! I can feel it, Carl!" she began to moan at the first sensations.
"Yea, Susan! Came on, honey! Enjoy it!" he said while he plunged harder into her hole.
"Carl! It's happening! My God! It's wonderful! It's fantastic! Fuck me! Make me come! Shit! Ooooooohhhhh! I feel it! WAWWWHHH! FUUUCCCK!" she screamed deliriously while her body shook and her tits bounced around under her.
She vaguely heard him shout, and then she felt his second load shoot into her. The hot gobs splashed around in her hole, adding sparks to her violent explosion. Her head flew around in circles like a wild woman, and her ass shoved back hard to take as many thrusts as she could get before her orgasm finished. The blast was both mellow and wild at the same time. Carl Marshall had totally possessed her body.
He had to hold firmly to her hips as she bucked and writhed out her come. She groaned and shouted, too crazed to care if the cook or anyone else heard. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her teeth bit painfully into her lower lip. His cock rubbed deliciously across the inside of her clit. His fat nuts slapped noisily against her thighs. He had added a new dimension to her orgasm, and she couldn't quite decide what it was. The warmth which flowed through her cunt was unlike any she had ever known.
He continued to slide into her seething pussy for a long time, though the strongest part of her climax had passed. She was content to allow him to stroke her. She knew that she could remain in the same position forever, enjoying the sweet afterglow.
The sound of a car coming up the drive interrupted her thoughts.
"Damn!" Carl cursed. "Who the hell could that be?"
He eased his cock from her cunt with a wet sound.
"Christ!" he said as he pushed the curtain aside to look out the window. "It's Carol and Mark! Quick! Get dressed!"
The startled Susan jumped up and frantically searched for her clothing. They both dressed with amazing speed. The teen and his half-sister had fortunately not entered the house from the front. Perhaps they had stopped to talk to the cook, who would have also mentioned that a guest was staying for dinner. Their curiosity would bring them to the library soon.
"I didn't mean to be so abrupt, Susan," Carl said as he pulled on his coat.
"It's all right, Carl," she tried to smile, though she resented the harsh interruption of such a beautiful moment. "Do I look presentable?" she asked trying to fix her long hair with her fingers.
"Good enough to eat," he smiled when he took her in his arms and kissed her.
"You'd better not get me started again," she laughed in warning as her cunt flared from his contact. "Now let me do something with this tangled mess," she said, picking up her purse and searching for a comb.
Her hair was almost combed when the knock came.
"Dad?" Mark's voice came through the door.
"Come in, Mark!" Susan tensed at the thought of seeing Mark again. How was she going to handle the situation now that she had fucked both Mark and Carl?
"I've invited Miss Lawrence to have dinner with us tonight, Mark," Carl Marshall smiled as his surprised son came into the room.
Susan saw that Mark's eyes had trouble meeting her own. His embarrassment was understandable. He wouldn't want his father to suspect what had happened between them.
Carol Parker followed Mark into the room. Susan had no trouble defining the look in the pretty half-sister' eyes. Jealousy was written all over the blonde's face. It was obvious that the half-sister had ideas of her own about her step-father.
As Carl escorted her to the dining room Susan hoped the intimacy between them wasn't obvious, but she sensed that Carol suspected something.