By the time Hyatt arrived home that evening, Carol was too wound up to care about his ever finding out about her sexual activities of the last two days.
After the four teens had left late this afternoon, she'd spent an hour cleaning up the mess she and they had made. She'd scrubbed the tub out with PineSol to get rid of the strong scent of pigs. She'd cleaned herself up and taken a long shower. She'd douched her asshole and cunt, thinking to herself as she did so that she was becoming a human toilet, a filthy slut. Clean and dry, she'd resolved to get hold of herself again and to stop behaving worse than a common whore. She wouldn't let herself go on like this or she'd end up in the gutter.
She ate a light dinner – alone. Twice, she let the phone ring itself out, refusing to answer it for fear it was Fritz or one of the other teens. She had to be crazy, getting involved with them. If she continued as she had been, they'd spread the news and soon she'd be fucking every teen in town – or doing things worse than fucking. She really must have lost her head when she'd begged them to piss on her, to piss inside her, for Christsake!
The evening passed slowly – too slowly – and the TV shows became unbearably boring, and soon her cunt began to itch, to throb, and images of the cocks she'd fucked these last two days paraded through her mind – the cocks of the four teens, the cock of that service station attendant, the enormous cock of. Richard at the spa. To take her mind off those cocks and her shameful misdeeds, she forced herself to read the articles in "TV Guide".
Her eyes had traveled aver the words of each article several times by the time Hyatt waddled in the door at 9:30, but her mind had refused to record even one of them. Her mind focused on cock, on sex, on pleasure, and by the time Hyatt entered the living room where she was stretched out on the couch, she was in such a state of heat that she was ready to rape him again, as she'd raped him last night.
"I'm going straight to bed," Hyatt announced the moment he saw her. "I've had a long day, and I'll have to go in extra early tomorrow to make up for being late this morning – thanks to you." He gave her an arrogant look and disappeared down the hall.
Well, fuck you! Carol thought.
She imagined tying him down and riding that uncut cock of his until her cunt had vacuumed him so dry that he wouldn't be able to walk for a month, let alone go to work. The nerve of that man – blaming her for his being late this morning!
She marched to the bedroom to tell him off. He was lying face-up on his bed with his eyes closed. She hadn't taken two steps into the room when his eyes opened.
"Don't get any funny ideas," he said. "I need my sleep. If you try doing again what you did last night, I'm sending you straight to a psychiatrist in the morning, and I'm not kidding." He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at her.
"Sweet dreams," Carol said. "Sweet dreams of money."
She wheeled on her heel and left the room, snapping off the lights on her way out. To have said any more to him would have been a waste of breath. He was hopeless.
She slipped on her shoes, picked up her purse, and a minute later found herself driving into the night without any destination in mind.
"The old fool!" she mumbled. "To hell with him!"
She didn't need him to make her happy, to keep her satisfied. If he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing nothing but working and sleeping, then let him. It was his life. But he wasn't going to tell her how to live, either. She'd have her fun, and to hell, with him if he discovered what kind of fun she was having! If anybody was going to end up seeing a psychiatrist, it would be Hyatt, not her.
Ten minutes later, she found herself pulling into the back parking lot of the Zebra Adult Bookstore. She'd never been to one of these places, and it was about time she found out what was behind those flashing lights and blacked out windows. The unlit parking lot was half filled with cars. She locked her car doors quickly and hurried into the store by the back door.
The moment she stepped inside, she realized she was the only woman in the place. The dozen or so men browsing at the magazine racks looked her over as if she were an alien creature, as if they'd never seen a living woman before. The cloud of smoke that hovered in the air made her eyes water.
"Evening, ma'am," said the young man behind the counter. "There's a 50-cent entry fee, but ladies get in free."
"Thank you," Carol said. "I just want to look around."
"Take all the time you want," the clerk said. "There's a 15-minute browsing limit – except for ladies."
"Thank you," Carol said, feeling self-conscious about the preferential treatment she was receiving. She wondered if this form of discrimination was legal.
She started to look around.
She had never seen so many pussies in her life. The walls appeared papered with pictures of wide open pussies, with pictures of women in every imaginable position showing off their spread pussies. There were blondes and brunettes and redheads. There, were fat women and thin women, middle-aged women and young women, women with balloon-like tits and small, pert tit-cones. The magazines showing these women were lined up on racks that stretched from floor to ceiling. There were so many pussies displayed that Carol could almost smell them.
Carol felt self-conscious, but she couldn't take her eyes off all these wet cunts. The more she looked at the pictures of women spreading themselves wide open for the camera, displaying their juicy crotch meat for the world to see, the more she got turned on. She found herself wanting to lick those pussies, to taste them.
Now I know I'm losing my mind, she thought. But she couldn't help herself. She was too wound up. Her cunt throbbed.
She noticed magazines that showed men and women fucking, men and women sucking. She found magazines that showed men only, men displaying their hard cocks. She found a magazine in which two women were licking each other's pussy.
They look like they're enjoying it, she thought.
She discovered a sex-toys display: rubber cocks that looked real, rubber cunts that looked real, all kinds of strange gadgets and devices that set the wheels of Carol's imagination churning.
These might be fun to play with, she mused. She realized she was being watched. All the men in the store, including the clerk, were paying more attention to her than to the naked women in the magazines. She began to feel uneasy, almost panicky. She knew it was time to leave.
Impulsively, she chose the largest solid-rubber cock on the display rack – a cock even larger than Richard's – and she took it to the cash register.
"We have peep shows in the back room," the clerk said as he rang up her purchase and shoved it into a brown paper bag.
"Maybe next time," Carol said. She took her package and left.
After the glaring fluorescent lights inside the store, the parking lot seemed twice as dark as it had been when she'd arrived. She could hardly find her car. When she did, she fumbled several seconds before she managed to insert her key in her car door.
"Need some help?"
She jumped. She could just make out the dark silhouette of a tall man standing near her. She hadn't heard him approach.
"Thank you, but I can manage."
He moved closer. "I saw what you bought in the bookstore," he said. "What's a built woman like you need a rubber one for? You could have your pick of any real prick in town."
"I bought it for the fun of it," Carol said. "I'll bet you did! You look like a woman who likes to have fun." He reached for her, but before she could pull away, he'd placed her hand on something hot, hard, and moist. "How'd you like to have fun with, this?"
Her hand shaking, she felt his cock up and down. She couldn't believe all this hard meat belonged to one cock. It was larger even than the rubber cock she'd bought.
"Go down on it," the man whispered. "Give me some head." He pushed her to her knees beside the car.
She wished for some light so she could see what she was chewing on. The guy's prick was so thick that she could hardly get her mouth around it, so long that she could swallow no more than the cockhead and a third of his cockshaft.
"Real good!" the man said. "I can tell you're experienced."
His pre-cum ran down her throat and she guzzled it greedily. She rubbed her hands up and down his prickshaft. As he opened his pants to release his balls, she weighed them in her hands and squeezed them. His balls were huge, like hard-boiled eggs, and his ball sac was hairy and moist.
"Yeah, squeeze my nuts! I love that!"
He had a deep voice. She was sure he was incredibly handsome. Too bad she couldn't see his face.
Her cunt throbbed and the pussy cream trickled down her inner thighs. She reached up under her skirt to rub her cunt as she sucked and licked the man's cock. She wasn't wearing any panties. She knew it would be no trouble at all to fuck him.
She pulled her mouth off his cock, stroking it as she rose to her feet. "Stick it in me! I wanna be fucked!"
"I'll make it come right out your mouth, lady."
He lifted her as if she were a plastic doll and laid her on the hood of her car. As he pulled her legs around his hips, he pushed up her skirt, feeling her loins and ass. She trembled, so hot that her pussy juice dribbled out and leaked down the fender.
"Hold on," he said, and he fucked into her.
"Uhhhh!" Carol arched up, gasping as she twisted her head from side to side. It felt as if an arm had been rammed up her pussy. His prickhead throbbed in her depths. Her toes curled in her high heels, and one of her shoes fell off.
"Fuck me!" she mumbled, burning up with heat and fuck-itch. "Oh God, fuck me!"
The man gripped her at the waist, grinding his cock in and out. Fuck juice dribbled out of her, running down the car fender. His prick made squishing noises inside her pussy.
"You're a juicy one, ain't you! You don't find that many really juicy women anymore these days. They all seem to be drying up, like before the sexual revolution."
His hands nearly encircled her waist. He jerked her back and forth on his cock as if she were a small girl instead of a fully grown woman. His cock rammed to the pit of her womb, as hard and fat as a baseball bat, or so it seemed to Carol.
"Give it to me!" she gasped, writhing on the car hood, clutching the air so wildly with her toes that she lost her other shoe, too. Her tits swelled in her blouse, straining to pop off the buttons. Fuck-sensations pulsed through her body.
The man ripped open her blouse, stroking and squeezing her tits. His hands were rough, the hands of a construction worker. He rubbed her cherry-bumps, pinched her nipples, leaned forward and sucked.
"Eeeehhh!" Carol cried, the fuck itch surging through her loins, streaming through her legs and spine. "Fuck me, fuck me!"
"Baby, you're one hot bitch!"
The man slammed his loins at her crotch, rammed his fucker up her cunt. As he worked his hips between her legs, he twisted her body this way and that, working her cunt on his cock.
"Oh, God!" She was delirious, quivering from scalp to toes with fuck pleasure. As his cock plunged, her pussy responded by contracting rhythmically, sucking, gnawing.
"Uhhhh!" The man exploded his cum into her. "Aw, yeahhh!"
As the hot spurts of jizz splashed inside her, Carol squirmed and squealed. She wiggled her loins wildly, flexed her toes, crazy to bring herself off with him. The fuck-tension ballooned in her loins and burst. She banged her head against the car hood as the first spasms hit her.
"Fuck me, cream me!"
Waves of fuck-itch flowed through her and her body undulated with them. She fucked herself on the man's sliding, jizz-spurting prick until the last spasms had passed away. Then she relaxed back, melting into the car hood, moaning softly in the still night.
"Mind if I take a crack at her?"
"Be my guest." The man who had fucked Carol stepped put from between her legs, and his place was immediately taken by a shorter, fatter man.
A new cock fucked into her, a cock much smaller than the first man's cock, but just as hot. The new man gripped her at the waist with moist, fat paws. His cock knifed inside her.
Carol gasped. Her cunt was supersensitive after her orgasm. She arched up, biting her lips to keep from screaming. The man's cock sounded like a toilet plunger in her cum-filled cunt.
"Yeah!" the man grunted. "What a pussy!"
Carol was too weak and delirious to think, to fully sort out in her mind what was going on. She was being fucked by a new man. That she knew. Although her eyes had adjusted somewhat to the darkness, she still couldn't make out the face of the man fucking her. She heard low voices around her and could make out the silhouettes of several other men. Her mind began to put things together. This was one of those gang-bangs she'd heard about.
They were all going to fuck her!
The chubby man ripped her blouse completely off, feeling up her tits and belly as he fucked her. All she had left on was her skirt, which was bunched around her midsection. The car hood felt cold against her back. The man's cock felt red-hot inside her pussy. He ejaculated into her just as she was starting to build toward another orgasm of her own.
He humped between her thighs, grunting and spurting cum until he was satisfied, then he broke from the grip of her legs.
They pulled her off the car and pulled off her skirt. Hot, sweating hands slid up and down her nude body, feeling over every inch of her. The flight air was dead quiet except for their heavy breathing and whispered mutterings.
Carol put up no resistance. She knew she was helpless against their assault, wouldn't have been able to fight them off even if she'd wanted to – which she didn't. She wanted them to use her in any ways they wanted, to take as much pleasure from her as they could get. She would be well repaid, milking from them as much pleasure as she could get.
"Fuck me!" she whispered, tingling from her nipples to her toes, squirming sensuously as the men pressed in on her and felt her up.
She was shoved up against the car and assaulted from behind. A stiff cock fucked straight up her cunt. A belt buckle branded her ass again and again as the man thrust.
She arched her back, jerked, her head back, wiggled her ass. Hands rubbed and squeezed her tits. She gasped with each fuck-thrust of the man's cock. She had no idea who he was or what he looked like. But she didn't care. All she cared about was his cock fucking her, his cock rubbing pleasure into her cunt.
"Aw man!" he grunted. "Oh, yeahhh!" As his fucking accelerated, the cum of the first two men ran down the insides of Carol's thighs, squeezed out of her by his plunging prick. He fucked so fast that Carol's breath trembled. His cock flexed hard inside her, spurting. "Awwww, yeahhhh!"
Carol squeezed his cock with her cunt, pleasuring him even more, helping suck the cum out of him. His cock was still flexing when he pulled out, and a few drops of hot jizz pelted her ass.
A hand groped between her legs. The cum slick hand rubbed her ass crack, rubbed cum on a cock. The cum-greased cock pressed between her asscheeks, slipped up her asshole like a snake.
"Oh, God!" She rotated her ass as a new man fucked her from behind, fucking her asshole.
She chewed on the back of her hand to keep from whining like a bitch in heat. This gang-bang was happening so quietly, so secretly, that she was afraid to disturb the silence for fear she'd ruin things. Her tits and belly pressed to the hard, cold metal of the car hood. A red-hot cock fucked her asshole. Her toes curled against the rough, cool asphalt of the parking lot. She was all sensation, all pleasure. She wanted to revel in pleasure for as long as she could, for as long as she could make it last.
"Ahhhh!" The man pressed his loins to her ass, kept his flexing cock buried inside her to the hilt as his jism shot.
She contracted her asshole, cooing contentedly, moaning. "Yes!" she whispered. "Yes!"
The man pulled out of her. She could no longer remember how many men had fucked her. She didn't care how many men fucked her, just as long as they kept on fucking her, and fucking her.
She was pulled to her hands and knees. A man mounted her from behind, shoving his cock up her asshole. A man kneeled in front of her, stuffing his cock in her mouth. She groaned, sucking, wiggling her ass, jerking herself off.
"She's better than them bitches in the peep shows," a voice muttered in the darkness.
"She's the real thing."
She sucked the sweaty prick in her mouth until it shot jism down her throat. She fucked the cock up her ass until she felt it spurting in her guts. Her fingers plunged in her pussy, and she went into spasms as the cocks were still firing inside her. The men gasped as if in pain. Reluctantly, she released them.
"She damned near chewed it off," said one of the men.
The group of men took turns fucking her. Some of them came back for seconds. One by one, they fucked themselves out. One by one, they drove off in their cars. Finally, only two men remained, both of them standing over her as she lay sprawled on the asphalt, cum oozing incessantly from her whole and cunt, cum leaking from the corners of her mouth. One of the men, jerking on his cock, started shooting off on her, pelting her with cum. She squirmed like a worm, giggling.
"Shoot it all over me! Cream me!"
The man squeezed the last drops of his jizz onto her face.
"I'll bet you like piss, too," he said.
And before Carol could say a word, he was unloading his bladder on her.
She gasped as the hot piss hit her tits. Then she rolled from side to side, showering in the hot flow, letting the man piss all over her. He milked his cock dry and zipped up.
"She's all yours, buddy."
Headlights came on, and another car left the parking lot. Carol was left alone with only one man.
"I bet you like pussy?" he said.
Carol giggled. "Maybe." She couldn't see the man's face, but she could tell by his voice that he was young, probably not much older than that gas pumper she'd seduced this morning. "My girlfriend likes to swing both ways," he said. "Wanna come over to my place and meet her?"
Carol considered a moment, then reached up to take the hands he offered her.
"Let's go," she said as he pulled her td her feet.