4:55 p.m…
"Damn soap!"
Carol stepped out of the shower, her hands sliding along one slick wall of tiles as she reached blindly for a towel. After a long day of fucking and sucking, an afternoon shower always helped to refresh her and get her ready for the evening. And this shower had done two things for the wanton housewife-gotten soap in her eyes, and put the itch back in her pussy!
Both had been her own fault. After working up a thick head of lather, she'd begun to work the scented soap over her voluptuous body. But as she gently stroked her own wet flesh she'd begun to get turned on all over again, and found her hands creeping again and again to the moist juncture of her thigh-moist not just with soap and water, but her own interior juices.
She was really only idly playing around, enjoying the warm tingling of a slow sexual build-up. But she'd forgotten about her head full of shampoo, and a thin dribble of soapy water had suddenly plopped into her eye.
So, standing in the midst of her bathroom she daubed at her eye with a towel, slowly opening and closing it, waiting for her vision to clear and the burning to go away. But as the burning pain in her eye died down, the burning need in her pussy fired back up at what her eye slowly focused in on.
She was standing in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, and the erotic sight of her own incredible nude body sent a warm shiver up her spine.
As a confirmed lover of both men and women, Carol ran an appreciative eye over her own outstanding physical gifts. Standing there totally nude, her well-tanned body was gleaming wet, her long blonde hair now flat and falling in thick, heavy waves over her shoulders. She grinned at the sight of her still firmly swelling tits, and grabbing each in her hands, lifted and offered their succulent weight to her mirror image. Pouting seductively she moved into a pose like she'd seen so often in Ken's men's magazines-magazines she herself loved to leaf through, checking out the incredibly erotic beauties they displayed.
Lowering her eyes Carol checked out the neatly trimmed triangle of blonde fur at her crotch. Turning one long, perfect leg and flexing her knee, she opened up her twat to view. The pink lips of her pussy, swollen with arousal, a clear sign of the delectable pleasure her incredible body was capable of delivering to all her lovers.
Many men, and almost as many women, had sampled those delicious wares, Carol thought with wicked satisfaction. Her own son and daughter had shared in the burning flames of her virtually insatiable lusts! And always, always, she wanted more.
Like right now. With no one around, Carol was well capable of taking matters into her own hands, quite literally. The aching need in her pussy was quickly becoming a smoldering fire, ready to burst out. And Carol was happy to stoke those flames higher.
So eager that, tossing her towel aside, she dropped onto her back on the carpeted bathroom floor, cupping her ripe tits in her hands, squeezing and fondling the pliant flesh. She used her thumbs to tease her fat nipples until they were up hard and aroused, throbbing with pleasure.
"Mmmmm, yes, you like that, don't you my lovies?" she cooed as she played with her tits.
Carol giggled wickedly as she realized that, in pleasuring herself, she had the best of both fantasy worlds if she wished. She could pretend it was a virile, heavy-hung stud mauling her boobs, getting ready to shove his towering cock deep into her twat. Or, she could pretend it was another woman, massaging her breasts with the knowing, sensual touch only another woman could give. Carol could even pretend that she was the one enjoying playing with a female partner's, tits-a woman with a pair of mammoth titties to match her own!
That particular fantasy conjured up the momentary memory of just such a lover from her past-Marilyn Sherman. Marilyn had a pair of huge, mouthwatering tits to match Carol's own-plus an appetite for pussy eating that had taken Carol's breath away. Marilyn had been a hard-core lesbian when Carol met her, never having made it with a man before in her life. Carol felt it had been her job to educate the sexy girl to the pleasures of real cock-fucking-without, of course, taking away her taste for girl-goo.
It took only a few sessions of Carol's expertly wielding her special dildo on Marilyn's cock-virgin pussy to prime the girl for a real prick. And Carol made sure she was there when the hot little lez got it, in the bed herself when her own husband took Marilyn's cherry. Carol had even sucked his hot jizz back out of the girl's dripping slot afterwards.
Of course, Carol had really been the one to take Marilyn's cherry with her dildo, but Ken's fuck was the event that both of the women placed as the real maidenhead-bursting event.
Carol's body temperature was rising now at the erotic memories flooding back, and she licked her lips in memory of the taste when she'd slurped up Ken's still-steaming jizz mixed with Marilyn's hot ooze from the big titted girl's sweet pussy.
Carol's breath was becoming more labored as her slender, questing fingers slid slowly down the warm, moist swells of her smooth torso. Slowly, teasingly, she slid her fingertips over the trembling swell of her soft belly until she felt the fluffy hairs curling just over her pussy slot. She could feel the warm gash juices oozing from her simmering pussy, and with only the tip of one finger, she grazed the sensitive flesh of her slit.
"Ooooohh, yes… take it slow, girl, take it sloooowwww…" she sighed, licking her tongue over her full, rich lips. She danced her fingers gently around her muff, playing the game she was so good at-titillation. She moved lower still, away from the wetly pulsing gash of her pussy, and stroked the sensitive, flawless flesh of her inner thighs. Her entire curvy body began to squirm deeper into the soft, wet bathroom carpet.
Pulling her knees up, Carol spread her long legs wide open, feeling a waft of warm, humid air drift over her equally warm and moist pussy, the pink lips flowering open in arousal. She dipped her fingers into just the entrance of her cunt, and could feel the droplets of twat-cream foaming along her sweet slot. She was wet and ready.
Using both hands, Carol spread open the softly swollen lips of her quim, arching her back and thrusting her groin up, pressing down with her feet. She shivered in ecstasy as she traced along the delicate lines of her wet folds, loving the double feel of pussy on fingers and fingers on pussy.
Maintaining a gentle back and forth stroking along the length of her slit, the luscious woman pulled her thumbs up to seek out the erect bud of her clitoris. It already was pushing up out of its hood, and as she slowly rubbed the sensitive knoblet between her fleshy thumb pads, she had it throbbing urgently, aroused at the very center of all her desires.
Carol ran her fingertips up and down in the moist channel of her pussy slot, not trying to penetrate deeper into the hot depths, but just enjoying the stimulation of her flushed twat lips. At the top of her strokes she'd get a little jolt of joy as she grazed her clit, and at the bottom of each stroke she ran her fingers into the humid crack of her butt, fucking a fingertip over the puckered ring of her asshole.
"Ummmmm, nice…" she sighed, moving her hand faster and faster now, until her fingers were coated with the slippery juices spilling from her cunt. The hot itch of need deep in her tingling box grew and grew until she could hold back no longer. With a quick move she rammed her middle finger straight into the simmering heat of her close-clasping pussy.
"Oooh!" she cried out, a wanton grin on her face. Her small finger was no real substitute for a fat male cock, but she'd take whatever sexual pleasure she could get! Besides, she knew how to improve the situation.
As she worked her hand back and forth, shoving her finger in and out of her hot cunt, she added a second finger-then a third. And finally, with the addition of her little finger, she was ramming half her hand into the velvety slick juiciness of her twat. On each fully penetrating shove she used her thumb to slide over her clitty.
Carol would have loved to really get into fist-fucking her own pussy, giving herself the total cunt-stretching fuck she wanted. But the angle was wrong to do it herself-she'd already tried it several times in the past. The thought reminded her of still another past lover, Steven Cardwell. He had been hung like a prize-winning stud bull. But what made him stand out in her memory was that he had introduced her to the joys of fist-fucking. It wasn't something that Carol would want to do all the time. But, often the urge to be really fucked hard, to be filled to bursting and beyond, would come over her. And Steven had shown her how, with just the right touch, the right slow buildup, that the pliant cunt could handle just about anything!
As she worked her fingers back and forth, filling the bathroom with the juicy slurps of her finger-fucking, she remembered that first time she'd looked down between her legs to see Steven's hand swallowed up to the wrist in her own pussy, his arm looking like the world's biggest, thickest cock! She'd had an explosive climax then just at the sight of such an incredibly erotic vision!
But, if she couldn't fist-fuck herself now, there was another bit of self-stimulation she could try to push herself over to orgasm.
Keeping up the steady, insistent fucking of her four fingers in the syrupy depths of her throbbing cunt, Carol put the middle finger of her left hand into her mouth. She sucked and licked the long, slender digit. Her tongue swirled all around it with the same loving attention she'd give to the throbbing cock, coating it with saliva.
Lifting her feet from the floor Carol pulled her legs back, bringing her knees up to her heaving bosom. In this position her thighs spread wider, and her buttocks were pulled up, exposing the tiny hot ring of her anus.
Reaching down past her pussy-plundering right hand, she shoved her saliva-dripping finger straight up into her butthole.
"Ooh! Shit, yes!" she grunted in pleasure as her finger stretched open the tight sphincter muscle and popped deep into the hot, humid depths of her butt. "Yessss…"
The lewd housewife forced her finger deeper and deeper into her tightly clenching rectum, until finally the palm of her hand was pressed into her soft buttocks. The lusty woman began to undulate her hips in small circular motions, rocking her pelvis back and forth between both hands, and screwing almost savagely into both pussy and butt with her fingers.
"Ahh!! Ohhhhhh!!!" She moaned and sobbed, biting at her pouting lower lip as her depraved pleasure built and built. And then, suddenly, wonderfully, she hit the crest!
A tidal wave of orgasmic flame bust from her trembling belly, and she felt the muscles deep in her cunt bear down on her reaming fingers. Her oozing juices spurted out around the tight fit of her pussy lips and hand, drooling down between her legs to help coat the long finger still pistoning in and out of her butt.
The rich, sensual aroma of hot pussy flesh wafted up to her nostrils and she breathed it in deeply, moaning and sighing in ecstatic joy as she paid off her hot sex to her own hands.
Carol kept both hands working frantically, almost twin blurs at her groin, the bathroom echoing with her gradually quieting sobs and grunts.
Finally she reached the end of her burning climax, began to coast back down to her more normal state, a holding pattern until her next climax could be coaxed along. She felt momentarily exhausted as she he back panting by the door.
But only momentarily!