Carolyn waved as the Buick rolled down the driveway, turned into the road and sped off toward the city. Stifling an irrepressible yawn the sultry blonde turned to go back into the house. Her soft negligee hid very little of her curvaceous figure as she moved lazily through the living room. The remnants of the breakfast that her husband had fixed for himself remained in the kitchen, but Carolyn didn't feel she could face straightening up. It was much too early. All she really wanted to do was to go back to bed, and this was exactly what she intended. Besides that afternoon the first of a series of interviews with prospective maids was to begin. No sense cleaning anything now! the new Mrs. Larsen thought to herself as she swept into the master bedroom.
It was a beautifully decorated room. Carolyn had requested that Don have the whole room done by an interior decorator from Saks, and she could be sure that everything was in the best possible taste. The matching lamps, the landscape over the bed, the soft chiffon curtains. All were just perfect, Carolyn thought once more as she sank into the soft mattress and pulled the silk sheets over her equally soft-skinned nakedness. She hated wearing anything at all to sleep after having read that most movie stars slept without the benefit of nightgowns or pajamas. Gone were the dormitory days when all the girls wore shorty nightshirts. Carolyn was a married woman now, a woman who would never have to worry again about anything.
The low hum of the FM radio added to the feeling of absolute peace and luxury that the new bride felt now as she snuggled nakedly beneath the covers, feeling sleep returning to her with its soft hazy touch. Contrary to her mother's opinion, Carolyn had made it. She could truly say that she had succeeded. It was still fun to recall her mother's words, and they came to her now as she prepared for her first dream. "You'll never amount to anything Carolyn Peters! You're much too selfish! Lord knows you didn't get it from my side of the family!"
"Ha!" Carolyn mused, sleepily. "Wait until she sees me drive up in the new car Don is getting me next week!"
The two week honeymoon in Acapulco had been the most sumptuous experience of her young life, sunning by the private pool of the hotel, swimming after dark in the scented heated water, drinking exotic drinks out of pineapple and coconut shells; not to mention that brief, disturbing affair with Jack. She'd wanted it to go on forever, but of course it had to end, and now the young bride had been in her new home for a week; during which time she had already made many changes.
As their stepmother was dropping off to blissful sleep two other members of the household were discussing some of these very changes.
"Cripes!" said Tim, "Who does she think she is anyway, Princess Anne?"
They were sitting in the living room onto which all the bedrooms gave, the master-bedroom, their own shared room, and the empty guest room. As they watched their stepmother's door carefully they continued speaking to each other in the annoyed tones they had come to use when talking about their father's new wife.
"Princess Anne's a pretty neat chick," said Bennie. "She rides horses at least, old Carolyn wouldn't know which side was which if she saw one!"
Tim doubled over with laughter at his brother's words and then stopped abruptly. "Hey, you don't think anything's gone wrong, do you?"
"Naw! You put it in yourself. You never slip up on things like that!"
"But Freddy could have crawled out before she got back in!" Tim said, a worried expression creasing his boyish features.
"Have you ever known Freddy to hurry out of a nice warm bed? Warmed by none other than our luscious stepmother's body?"
"You're right!" Tim admitted. "Nothing could have possibly gone wrong!"
Still it was another few moments of unbearable tension before the boys were relieved and thrilled to hear a piercing shriek coming from their stepmother's room.
"Oh my God what is it? Whatis it? Oh help, help!"
On cue, Tim and Bennie jumped up from the sofa and dashed into their new mother's room, where they were overjoyed to find her stark naked, frantically flailing at the bed with a pillow. When she saw the boys the young blonde tried to cover herself with a sheet, for the boys were standing in absolute awe of the magnificence of her bouncing quivering breasts, as well as the other creamy parts of her uncovered nakedness.
"You… you…!" she sputtered. "You did this. I… I'll tell your father! Don't think you're going to get away with this!" There beneath the uncovered sheets lay Freddy. Tim rushed forward to rescue the turtle from his stepmother's pillow, and together the two boys backed out of the room, followed by the new Mrs. Larsen's shrieks of rage.
Once safely out of the room Tim called back in. "It's not our fault if Freddy likes warm beds. We didn't do anything, Carolyn!"
There was continued sputtering and screaming from the bedroom as the boys ran outside, doubled over with laughter, and very much impressed with the amount of alarm they had managed to inspire in their stepmother.
"At least it got her out of bed!" Bennie said, as Tim released Freddy into the garden. "Did you see how dirty he got those silk sheets?" Bennie asked. "Yeah, but did you see her tits?" Tim replied.
"Yeah…" Bennie said reflectively, "Yeah, I sure did!"
It made them both feel a little bit the way they had when they'd spied on their father and Carolyn the day before the wedding. That same unsettling tingling feeling all over which nevertheless centered itself in the area of the twins' young loins. By mutual agreement, both boys headed for the wooded area behind the garden, and there they plunged into the thick undergrowth until they found the special place they'd cleared out for themselves. It was a place where no one could ever find them, and where the 13 year olds could be sure of being absolutely hidden. Tim fished in his pocket and brought out a small book. "Look what I got!" he said holding it up for Bennie to see. "Found it in her night table drawer this morning when I put Freddy in the bed… way back behind her birth-control pills and underneath some creepy love magazine!"
"Whew!" Bennie whistled appreciatively, for obviously the little book was important, very important indeed. The cover itself was interesting enough, for it portrayed a naked man and woman in a torrid embrace and behind them an unmade bed, seemingly waiting for them to fall into it. Excitedly the boys sat down on the soft pine-covered ground and turned the first pages of the book.
Sally clasped her red tipped fingers lovingly around Anderson's hard pulsating cock. Anderson could feel the tension in the unknown woman's fingers as she began to slide them slowly up and down the heated length of his desire-hardened penis.
"You can have as much of this big cock as you want, baby," he said, gritting his teeth as the pleasure swelled within him.
"Cripes!" Bennie exclaimed, and taking the lead from his brother he hurriedly released his already stiff young cock from his shorts, exposing it to the soft summer breeze around them.
"Shit!" said Tim, "Carolyn reads this stuff! She must be some kind of nympho or something!"
"She's something, all right!"
The trees and bushes rustled softly around them as the two brothers continued to read aloud from the boldly descriptive novel they'd discovered in their stepmother's night table. It was not difficult to imagine their beautiful young stepmother in the part of Sally in the novel, and doing so added considerably to the not quite solitary pleasures that their nimble fingers brought to the aching shafts of their inexperienced young cocks. The morning passed pleasurably for the twins and by the time they were ready to leave their secret place they had devised yet another way to torment their father's new bride.
This one, they were certain, would be even more pleasurable than the last.
At long last, Carolyn felt less jittery than she had all day long. It was nearing four p.m. and soon Don would be home and she wouldn't be alone in the house. It got rather boring just being there without any real company and the presence of the twins only made her a nervous wreck. Today's little joke with the turtle was not the first thing they'd done to her, and she was certain it wouldn't be the last. The golden-haired blonde was smart enough to know however that the boys would be able to convince their father that once more it was just an unfortunate accident.
As she poured just a tiny bit more bubble bath into the filling tub, Carolyn reminded herself that she had only the summer to contend with as far as the children were concerned, and then she'd make sure they'd be going off to school. The very thought was comforting, and Carolyn sighed as she listened to the soothing sound of the water which created foaming mountains of bubbles. In a few moments she would sink luxuriously into them and think about all the reasons she had for being happy.
She would be fresh and shining, perfumed and glamorous for Don when he returned and she wouldn't be adverse to a little lovemaking before dinner either! In fact, Carolyn decided as the foam rose over her nakedly gleaming body and the warm water caressed her secret feminine parts, that was exactly what she needed. Something kinky and exciting, she mused lazily, as the young bride ran the soft sponge over her silken surfaces. Soft tendrils of blonde hair curled at the nape of her neck and the bulk of her golden curls was piled on top of her head, away from the water. A smile played about her lips as Carolyn thought about lovemaking. Don was not as good as her old boyfriend, not by a long shot, but he was coming along. He'd be okay. Just thinking about Johnny though made Carolyn want to put her fingers down to the moist split between her well-shaped thighs. The things that boy could do to drive her wild! The hot water seeped into the tiny crevices of the beautiful blonde's hair-fringed pussy, making her shiver with delight as her finger plied within the temptingly spread folds.
"Mmmmmm…" she moaned, slipping down just a little more so that her long legs spread outward and her thighs parted beneath the water in the large sunken tub. She began to think of all sorts of erotic things, images from the books of which she was so fond formed in her mind as her finger moved rapidly and persistently between the heated folds of her tender open-mouthed cunt. She remembered the time her mother's roomer had invited her into his room, how old had she been 12 – 13 maybe? And she had gone willingly, and loved every exciting minute of it. Every detail of the darkened room was clear in the new wife's memory as her finger moved in slippery, sliding motions beneath the water.
The darkened room had seemed an exciting and adventurous place to the much younger Carolyn; and now, her nakedly quivering body almost covered by the warm tub water, the new bride seemed to still be able to feel the roomer's hands all over her in the darkness, slipping under her dress and sliding down inside her panties, touching the precious tight softness of her young virgin pussy, while the large swollen mass of his excited cock pressed urgently against her belly.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned, recalling how she had called out his name, "Mr. Johnson!" but his sturdy finger had already begun worming its way slowly up into the sticky moisture of her warmly seeping cunt, feeling the minuscule opening throbbing and quivering around it even as he looked her square in the face.
"You like it, don't you?" he'd asked, panting. "You like it!"
She had pressed her quivering lips willingly against the roomer's as she felt the marvelous mushrooming sensation of pleasure build within her young inexperienced body.
"God!" Mr. Johnson had moaned. But that was the last thing he said for his finger had begun to move again, ever so slightly tickling and slipping into the tiny pink opening of her adolescent pussy, and she found herself eagerly spreading her lithe young legs, wanting to feel the excitedly searching tip of it higher and higher in her sparsely hair-covered cunt.
Carolyn could still feel the way she'd melted all around the strange man's middle finger, her mouth clinging wetly and heatedly to his, her legs trembling with the unprecedented excitement she was feeling. An erotic bliss was spreading inside her tenderly budding young body and she was eagerly rushing to meet it, wanting it to take hold of her, wanting her mother's roomer to continue giving her this marvelous feeling.
His finger created a chilling sensation there up in the moistly trembling wetness between her legs and the young girl shuddered, frightened and yet too overwhelmed to stop what was happening. The fact that she had been in her own house, with her mother bustling about downstairs busy with the housework, both scared and thrilled her. Then, when breathing heavily, they both slipped to the floor, little mewls of involuntary delight escaped Carolyn's lips as the cool hardwood floor touched her naked legs and the forbidden nature of what she was experiencing brought more and more pleasure to the unexpected meeting in the roomer's bedroom.
How masterfully he had held her lips tightly with his own, and she had smelled tobacco and whiskey as his tongue pressed forward into her mouth, his loins beginning an urgent back and forth motion against hers. They were lying on their sides, the roomer and the young girl of the house, and Carolyn could hardly catch her breath as she felt Mr. Johnson's insistent mouth covering hers, forcing her to accept the tip of his hungrily searching tongue deep into the hidden recesses of her mouth and throat. But it felt good… It made her unable to think of anything else but the wondrous mounting tension in the heretofore unexplored wetness of her sensitively pulsing little vagina. The roomer's finger made more and more headway, forcing little ripples of softly yielding vaginal flesh ahead of it as it entered the young girl's willingly receiving cunt. Carolyn's pleasure tormented young body was beginning to writhe and squirm around his lewdly impaling finger with an unfamiliar longing, a desire that made her want something more to happen, something she dared not imagine!
Gone were all thoughts of her mother's rages, of the English test at school, of the new dress for the party that she could not buy. She was immediately removed from the petty pace of her surroundings, and even then, Carolyn knew that she would not be able to continue living without the miraculous feelings, feelings to which she had willingly succumbed.
The aroused older man ground his finger higher and higher into the sweet virginal young flesh up between Carolyn's open thighs.
"Oh, baby!" he groaned into her mouth. "Oh good God, you feel good down there. I can't stop… I just can't stop!" His hardened virile cock was growing larger and larger, expanding with each further thrust of his finger up into the little girl's tightly clenching vagina. He wanted to release it from the tightness of his pants, wanted to feel it plunging deep inside the sweet, untried pussy of the landlady's daughter, the landlady's little girl.
She wanted it, he knew that much. But would it fit? Or would she scream and make too much noise? His throbbing cock was just about to go… he was going to explode any second. Oh! God! He had to cum soon or die!
Carolyn's tight little cunt was driving him wild and the raspberry taste of her mouth was incredible! Reaching down between them, hurriedly and nervously, Johnson unzipped his pants, releasing the swollen mass of his desire-hardened cock.
With a gasp, the older man quickly rolled the landlady's daughter over, lying full on top of her slight form, but breaking most of his weight with one hand while the other continued its damp plunder, moving ever upward into the now well-lubricated virgin passage of Carolyn's nakedly yielding young cunt.
"Ooooooh!" Carolyn cried, throwing her head back as she felt the naked hotness of the older man's excitedly pulsating cock pressing up against her flat belly. Her panties had long since been relegated to a strip of torn and flimsy material that left her young loins exposed to the roomer's lust.
Carolyn raised her arms up and was about to try to push him away when the wonderful sensation suddenly became more acute in her tiny, tightly clasping pussy. Above her the roomer began to move with a quick, hard jerking motion against her stomach with the hardness of his stiffened penis, and Carolyn had a feeling as if she were drowning as the mounting desire coursed through her nymph-like body. She groaned softly and squirmed helplessly beneath the man's heavy weight. "OOOOoooooh!"
Heat was rising from her limply spread thighs as her baby-like clitoris, a tiny little hardened bud of flesh was now constantly pressured by the friction of the older man's sensuously writhing body on top of hers.
And then a sudden unknown feeling of ecstasy invaded her, as wild, incoherent thoughts went flashing through the young girl's brain and a fantastically rising feeling increased moment by moment.
"Oh Mr. Johnson, Mr. Johnson, finger me faster something is happening… something's happening!!!" "Oh shit, kid! I'm cumming too… I'm cumming too!!!" the roomer replied. The white, hot sperm was racing along inside his swollen cock, welling up, ready to spurt out and now here it was slipping from his lustfully throbbing penis, flooding the softness of the young girl's smooth belly with the force of a firehose, and he could feel her wetly exploding little cunt clasping and unclasping all around his middle finger with a frantic rhythm that told him that she was cumming too! If he could just get up the rent for another week, by Christ he'd fuck the shit out of her next time! What a feeling!
Carolyn lay sprawled in the deep, sunken bathtub. Her legs spread wide in the lewd posture of intercourse. Between her thighs her fingers moved swiftly and certainly. She had to assuage the fire that seemed suddenly about to overwhelm her… coming from her own loins as she relived that strange and exciting day. It was a meeting that had never had a sequel, for the roomer had been forced to move on by her mother when his rent was due and he was unable to pay it. But she had never forgotten her first experience, and her mind often returned to it in moments of stress.
Higher and higher Carolyn pressed her fingers up into her nakedly exposed pussy as with tightly closed eyes she pursued her solitary pleasure, feeling the bittersweet burning sensation up inside her already desire-drenched passageway, filling her with a longing for completion. The young blonde wife could distinctly remember that first desperately wanted orgasm, and mindlessly she sought to recreate it now. It felt undeniably wicked to be doing this to herself in the tub, almost as wicked as that first time so many years ago, almost as wicked as subsequent encounters with boys, and later on with men. It felt so delicious, and soon it would be over and she would feel so much better. Carolyn couldn't tell now if it was the memory of that first experience or her own furiously rotating fingers that was driving her crazy as the excited twenty-one year old began a steadily rhythmic fucking motion up into the warmly accepting walls of her now feverish throbbing pussy. The water splashed up and over the edge of the tub with each thrust the blonde girl made. "Oh!" Carolyn sighed, "Oooooohhhhh, it's goooood!"
A bubbling sensation was building hotly within her nakedly exposed belly beneath the warm tub water. It was spreading quickly and sending thrilling shivers of delight coursing through every vein in her lithe, young body. Carolyn moaned sensually as she bit down hard on her lower lip, enjoying the self-violation of her own soft slippery pussy's tightly swollen orifice as she let the joy mount freely.
It felt so wet and warm and like the roomer's fingers, so hot and real! With shattering certainty she had given up a depth of emotion to a perfect stranger, a transient roomer, and now, her face was flushed and crimson with desire, a full-grown beautiful new wife, Carolyn sobbed as her orgasm swept through her nakedly quivering flesh.
"Oooooohhhhhh… yeeesssss!" she cried, flinging her blonde head back against the rubber tub pillow as her hair escaped its hair pins and cascaded in golden curls to her shoulders.
"Oooooh Mr. Johnson… Mr. Johnson!!" Over and over, she wailed out the roomer's name, shamelessly reliving her first wildly arousing sexual experience. A curious elation rolled from her widespread pussy to the button-hard tips of her nipples as her quivering legs grew taut and wave after wave of warm rushing water carrying a crazily careening orgasm suddenly washed over her. The new wife rode the crest of each wave, fearlessly, thankfully.
"Oh yes, yes," she echoed. "Ooooh Mr. Johnson!"
It was already supper time and their father had been home for some time when the boys reeled back the long wire and pulled the small microphone out of the bathroom through the air-duct which led outside. When in the sanctuary of their room after dinner they played the tape back on their cassette recorder, they were both pleasantly surprised, elated in fact, to learn that it did not contain the embarrassing sounds of their new stepmother that they had expected. The sounds they were getting were of quite a different nature from those they'd expected, but they knew that hearing them would prove far more embarrassing to their father's new wife than any others their microphone might have picked up!