Carol woke late, hours after Hyatt had left for work. She didn't know whether she'd dreamed his leaving or whether she'd been awakened momentarily by his mumbling to himself as he got up and ready for work.
Must have dreamed it, she thought. Hyatt never complained about having to get up for work. In fact, he usually got up much earlier than he needed to, in his enthusiasm to get to the office and get a jump on his business colleagues.
As she sat naked on the toilet, pissing, Hyatt's cum dripped out of her. So, she hadn't dreamed that either – she'd actually raped her husband during the night! How had she dared to? As yesterday with Fritz, she must have temporarily lost her mind.
She dressed in a red skirt, a white blouse, and high heels, then decided she felt much too bound up, so she removed her blouse and bra and put only her blouse back on. Lots of women went braless these days, and if they could do it, she could do it, too.
Yes, lots of women went brains, she mused, but how many went pantyless? Not many, she was sure, so why not add one more liberated, pantyless woman to the group? She reached under her skirt and peeled the panties off her ass. As she stepped out of them, her pussy throbbed. She was already wet between the cuntlips.
In the kitchen, she ate standing up – coffee, and toast without butter. She had a workout at the spa in a few hours, and her breakfast had to be digested by them. She was rinsing the tout crumbs off her fingers when the phone rang. It was Fritz.
"I wanna come over," he said, "but I have to stay home and help one of my brat sisters clean the house. I'm in the bathroom now. Snuck away long enough to call you."
"Just as well, darling," Carol said. "I have to go out, and I'll be busy most of the afternoon. Stop by during your route. I should be home by…"
"Don't worry," he said, "I will – if I don't die first. I didn't sleep all night. All I did was think about you and pull on my thing."
"I thought about you too, darling."
"You did?"
"Of course. You're quite the stud." As she talked, she had her hand up under her skirt. Her fingers slid up and down between her juice-slick inner cuntlips. Her clit squirmed, a hard bud against the rubbing fingers. "In fact, the sound of your voice now turns me on."
"It does? Wow! Your voice turns me on too. I can hardly stand it."
"Then don't stand it," Carol said. "Rub that horny rod of yours, and I'll close my eyes and pretend I can see it."
"I've been rubbing it ever since you answered," the teen said.
"I know," Carol said. "I can tell by the way you're breathing. Guess what I'm rubbing, darling."
"Shit, I don't have to guess. I know. Is it wet?"
"Very! And very hot, too. And you know what it wants? That prick of yours – or that tongue, or that toe. I really get off on your toe, darling. It's a hot one."
"I'll never wash it again," the teen said. "My prick either."
"Listen," Carol said, and she put the receiver between her legs.
Her finger slipped up her cunt, plunging in and out, making wild squishing sounds in her juicy fuck-hole. After a minute, she put the receiver back to her ear.
"Oh, Jesus!" the teen panted. "I know what that is. Oh man, I'm coming!"
She listened to his heavy breathing, to his grunts of pleasure as the jism shot from his cock. She imagined his white cock cream splashing against the tiled wall of his bathroom. His moans of fuck-pleasure excited her to her own climax, and she cried out as the sensations exploded in her crotch and the hot juices bubbled out of her pussy.
"It's running down my legs!" she moaned. "Darling, I wish you were here to lick it up!"
She humped at her hand, fucking two stiff fingers in and out of her contracting pussy hole.
"Mine is running down the wall," Fritz said. "What a mess! What a feeling!"
"Yes darling, I know, I know!"
They mumbled fuck-words to each other, groaned their pleasure to each, other over the phone lines and into each other's ear. Their arms jerked, Fritz pumping his hand up and down his cum-spurting cock, Carol reaming out her pussy hole with two stiff fingers. Pussy cream trickled down Carol's legs. Cum slid in thick gobs down the wall of Fritz's bathroom. At last, their orgasms subsided.
Carol didn't hang up the phone before making Fritz promise again that he would stop in that afternoon while working his paper route. As she left the house, she wondered how she was going to manage without his cock till then. Jerking off had satisfied her only temporarily. She found herself hornier now than she'd been before Fritz had called.
As she drove toward the supermarket, she found herself doing something she hadn't done since she'd been in college – watching men on the street. When she'd become a respectable married woman, she'd entirely stopped looking at men other than her husband. But after last evening with Fritz, things had changed.
"They're all over," she mumbled out loud, wondering how she had managed to ignore men all these years – her intentions of marital fidelity not withstanding. "Look at them all!"
They came in all sizes, shapes, and ages. And they all had cocks, cocks most of them would be glad to slide between her legs any time she wished. Most men, unlike most women, had no qualms about coupling with as many pussies as they could get their hands on. She'd learned that way back in high school. Ninety percent of the high school boys she'd known cared for little more in life than getting their next piece of female ass.
Men were perpetually in heat. Unfortunately for men, most women played hard to get. Carol herself had played that game all through high school and most of the way through college – until she'd been fucked by her first cock. After that, she'd given herself scores of times to at least a half-dozen college men. She'd experienced the joys of free and frequent sex – until she'd met Hyatt and reformed. For fifteen years, she'd been a perfectly faithful wife.
What fun she could have been having all these years, she thought. What pleasures she could have been experiencing!
She noticed that she was getting low on gas, so she pulled into a gas station and asked the teenaged attendant for a fill-up. He was a gangly, pimply-faced kid with grease-black hands and a grease-smudged face. As he peered down into the car at her, she caught him trying to look down her blouse, and she smiled back at him invitingly. He flushed, getting so flustered that he dropped her gas cap, then had trouble getting the gas pump started.
She wondered what his cock looked like, wondered if it was long and slender like his body, wondered if its head was red like his hair.
"Could you direct me to the ladies' room, Sir?"
"Around back," the teen said, nodding his head toward the station.
As she got out of the car, she gave him an inviting look, then glanced back over her shoulder at him as she wiggled toward the station, her high heels clicking on the concrete. Pussy juice trickled down her inner thighs.
Out of sight of the attendant, she opened the door of the restroom, locked it from the inside, then stepped back outside and shut the door.
"I'm afraid it's locked," she said as she returned to the car.
The attendant replaced the pump and put her gas cap back on. "I thought it was open," he said. "Well, I'll get you the key."
When he returned with the key, she asked if he would open the door for her. "I'm so clumsy when it comes to doing anything the least bit mechanical," she said. "I wish I had the skill you mechanics have."
"I ain't a mechanic," the youth said. "Just a gas pumper." He inserted the key and opened the door. "There you go."
"I'll bet you know how to pump more than gas," Carol said. She placed her hand on his ass and squeezed. "A handsome young man like you must certainly know how to pump more than gas. I'll bet you drive the girls wild."
"Well…" the teen said nervously, "Well, ah…"
"Go inside," Carol said. "Let's see if I'm right about you."
Although she spoke without a quaver, her heart was slamming and she felt dizzy, disoriented. A terrible heat suffused her body and her loins throbbed with an ache, with a desire she could hardly bear. She didn't show it, but she was as much shocked by her behavior as the teen was. Closing the door, she locked it.
"You're such a handsome guy," she said, and she kissed him on the lips as her hands fumbled with his jeans. He was taller than she, and she had to turn her face up toward him. "Let's see what you've got here."
The teen was completely passive. His arms hung at his sides as she pushed down his jeans. His prick sprang out at her like a branding iron, throbbing excitedly, its head swollen like a ripe apple. It was a long, slender cock with a larger knob.
"Lovely," Carol said, gripping his cock and massaging it. "I'll bet you know how to use it."
The teen leaned back against the door, his legs trembling. If the door hadn't been behind him he would surely have fallen over.
"Let's get this shirt off," Carol said. "And your shoes, too. I want to see all of you."
He raised his arms as she pulled his shirt off. She nuzzled his armpits, licked the reddish hair, got a good whiff of his sweaty teen-male scent. She dropped to a squat and pulled off his shoes and pants.
"You're even handsomer naked," she said, and she moved up to nuzzle his balls.
"Gorgeous nuts! Mmmm, let me at that prick!" She had to bend his rigid fucker down to suck it. She gripped his cock tightly in her right hand as she licked it up and down, paying particular attention to the cockhead and the sensitive strand of tissue just under it. Fuck-lube bubbled from the teen's piss hole as his cock pulsed, and she slurped it up hungrily, cooing her appreciation.
The teen reached down to open the buttons of her blouse with his grime-black fingers. "Tits," he sighed. "Big tits!"
She stopped his hand. "I'll do it, darling." She stood up, gazing into his eyes as she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. She wanted to see his reaction. His eyes widened and he flicked his tongue over his lips.
"Wanna suck 'em?"
"Oh, man!"
The teen grabbed her tits, leaning forward so he could eat them. His tongue slipped over her nipples and cherry bumps. His spit ran down her tits. He nipped and gnawed and sucked.
Carol's cunt did flip-flops inside. The fuck thrills pulsed through her loins. Hot pussy juice ran down her legs and she squeezed them together rhythmically, working her pussylips between her contracting thighs.
Panting, she pushed the teen away. "Give me a second."
As he watched her, his cock pulsing wildly, she stepped out of her high heels, then wiggled out of her skirt. Naked, she pressed up against him, rubbing her tits at his chest, her belly at his swollen, throbbing cock. They kissed deeply, tongues down each other's throat.
"You are getting my stomach all wet," she said, reaching between them. "You have such a juicy prick!"
She dropped to a squat again, his cock in her right hand, her tongue flapping. She licked all over and under his balls, licked his cock up and down.
The teen grunted, panted. "Oh lady, oh Christ! I never had a blow-job!"
Carol growled, pumping his cock, catching on her tongue the juice that oozed from his piss hole. She took his prickhead into her mouth and sucked it. Her hand squeezed hard, pumping.
"Lick under the head!" he moaned. "Oh, God!"
She churned her tongue at his pleasure strand, feeling his cock throb powerfully, rhythmically. As she forced the tight ring of her lips farther down his prickshaft. The bottom of his prick sliding against her wet, churning tongue, he rose up on his toes and groaned. Without warning, his cock flexed hard and began to spurt. Hot cum splashed against her tonsils.
"Awwwww mannnn, drink it!"
Carol made gurgling noises deep in her throat as she swallowed his cum. She massaged his balls as she continued to suck his cock and to pump it with her other hand.
"Shoot it!" she gurgled. "Feed me!" She kept sucking and pumping until she'd squeezed out every drop.
At last, groaning and exhausted, the teen fell back against the door.
"It tasted so good," Carol said.
She'd expected to taste gasoline-flavored cum, but it had tasted sweetly alkaline. His cock hadn't tasted bad either, a familiar taste – baby oil. He apparently used baby oil to jack off with.
She slid up his body, her hand still stroking his cock. It had softened slightly, but it was still harder than Hyatt's cock ever got.
"Squat just a little bit," she said as she rose up on her toes. She rubbed his cock between her legs, in the slick meat between her pussylips.
The teen gasped. "Easy! It's fucking sensitive right now."
As she worked his cock up into her pussy, his eyes nearly popped out and he whimpered as if she were torturing him.
"Easy, lady!"
His cock sank in to the hilt, turning steel-hard quivering.
"We're hooked together," Carol whispered. "You're inside me. You feel so good inside me!"
She took his hands and put them on her asscheeks. She put her arms around his neck.
"Fuck me, darling! Show me how good you can do it!"
The teen looked delirious. His fingers clutched her asscheeks. Moaning, he started to grind against her, fucking his cock inside her.
She squirmed against him, wiggled her ass in his hands. Her pussy juice trickled over his balls, trickled down her legs. As he thrust upward, she rose up and down on her toes meeting his grinding fuck-thrusts.
"That's it!" she whispered. "Yes, that's it! You're so good at it! Mmmmmm, fuck me, baby, screw me! You've got such a big cock!"
The oversized head of his prick worked against the fluffy folds of her pussy walls, popped in and out of the mouth of her womb, thrilled her in a way she'd never been thrilled before. There was something about his slender prickshaft and his fat round prickhead that rubbed her pussy hole in a unique way.
It really was foolish, a foolish waste of pleasure, for a woman to fuck one cock all her life. The different sizes and shapes of cocks pleasured a pussy in different ways, wonderfully different and thrilling ways. Fucking only one cock all your life was like eating only one flavor of ice cream and never sampling any of the others.
Not only that, but fucking only one man all her life deprived a woman of sampling all the different textures of male skin and body hair, the different physiques, the different colors of eyes and hair, the different flavors of cock and jism. And each man fucked a little differently, screwed his cock in and out a little differently. The variety was endless, but life was so short. Carol felt a panicky need to make up for lost time, for lost pleasure.
"Fuck meee!" she whined. "Fuck meeeee!" She moaned as she fucked, tossing her head from side to side, squirming against the grunting teen. Her swollen tits wobbled against his chest. Her ass gyrated in his hands. As he knifed his cock upward, a juicy squishing noise came from her cunt that excited them both.
"Fuck pussy!" the teen muttered, chewing his lips as he rammed. "Tight, juicy pussy!"
"Does it feel good?" Carol said. "Do you like to fuck?"
"Fuck, yeahhhh!" the teen groaned, thrusting savagely, cracking their hipbones together.
"Do it!" Carol grunted. "Give it to me!" She writhed against him, fucking herself on his cock. The fuck-juices ran down her legs as if her cunt were a wine cask the teen's prick had bored into.
"My balls are all wet!" the teen muttered. "Fucking all wet from your crotch!"
She threw her legs up, wrapping them around his hips. His lust had increased his strength, and he supported her full weight now as he fucked her, rocking his hips as he knifed his cock up her pussy again and again. He crushed her in a savage bear-hug. His teeth sank into the side of her neck.
Carol whined like a mating she-cat, her entire body prickling with goose bumps. She rubbed her tits madly against the teen's chest, churned her cunt around and around on his rutting cock. Both she and the teen were sweating, their skin sliding together as if oiled. As the teen's cock bored deeper into her body, the flow of her fuck-juices increased, and soon her slick pussy lube was running down the teen's thighs. His cock sounded like a toilet plunger inside her pussy.
The teen had never felt so good, so strong in his life. He'd fucked a few gasping, wincing, complaining girls in his life, but never a hard fucking woman like Carol. He could ram her cunt as hard and deep as he wanted to, and all she did was beg for more.
He could feel his prick buried in her hot cunt, could feel her hot juices drenching his balls and running down his legs. She had the biggest, spongiest, silkiest tits imaginable, and he was pressed against them, feeling their hot nipples rubbing his chest like burning fingertips.
"You fucking bitch!" he growled. "Fucking slut!" His dirty talk increased the intensity of the fuck-itch pulsing through his prick, which at this moment felt as big as his arm.
"Open me up!" Carol gasped. "Fuck the guts outa me!"
As they fucked, the teen kept banging up against the door, and it rattled loudly. Their grunts and muttering echoed in the small restroom. The smell of hot pussy filled the air.
"Oh God, oh Jesus!" Sweat poured down the teen's face. He looked as if he were in pain.
"Come on!" Carol growled. "Give it to me! I want that load!"
He gnawed into the side of her neck. His eyes rolled back, glazed over. He grunted, ramming, ramming. Suddenly, he vibrated from head to toe.
"I'm coming? Goddamn, take it!"
Jism splashed in Carol's womb. His cock vibrated and flexed. She churned her loins, fucking her cunt on his jizz-spurting cock. The walls of her fuck-hole swelled with itchy tingles, tingles that shot to her toes, to her nipples.
"Oh God!" She crushed the teen against herself and started to jerk. "Cream me, darling! Oh, darling!" The spasms ripped through her loins.
He rutted at her contracting pussy, whimpering, delirious with sensation. He looked as if he'd sweat blood any second as Carol's cunt gnawed his splitting-hard, pleasure-raw cock. His toenails clawed at the concrete floor.
He shot her so full of cum that before he'd finished fucking her the jizz was running out onto his balls. As his orgasm subsided, his strength turned to weakness, and he would have collapsed if Carol hadn't sensed his waning strength and dismounted.
She slipped off his prick, slid down his body, fell to her knees in front of him and began to lick the jism off his balls. He relaxed back against the door, wringing the last twinges of fuck-itch from his prick with a sliding fist. He groaned as Carol slurped his balls clean.
She stood up and kissed him. He tasted his jism on her lips. He shoved his tongue down her throat, getting as much pleasure from her mouth as he could before she pushed him away.
"That was marvelous," Carol said, "but now I think we'd better get dressed and out of here before somebody comes along and catches us – your boss, for instance."
"Jesus Christ!" the teen said, and he dressed as if his life depended on it. His cock was still hard as he zipped up his jeans.