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Carol Maples glanced at the speedometer and eased the pressure of her dainty foot on the gas pedal. A speeding ticket would be all she required to make the waning day a complete disaster. Even the elements seemed to have joined in some mysterious conspiracy to complicate what she had thought would be the simplest conclusion to a rapidly deteriorating marriage. In the southwest, surging like an angry sea, storm clouds advanced with frightening and deep-throated rumblings, sending out jagged streaks of lighting, causing the radio to crackle with irritating frequency.

If only there had been some area of possible cooperation, she remained herself she would have been willing to give Harry another chance. But, after two years of listening to his rasping snores while she laid fingering her hungry cunt in a desperate bid for some measure of relief, any attempt at reconciliation seemed utterly useless. At thirty-two, Carol was married to a man who had screwed her exactly four times, pouring his semen into her greedy vagina after only a dozen ineffective thrusts of his semi-hard penis.

Last night, finding her need becoming almost painful in its intensity, she had pleaded with him to let her bring him to an erection with her mouth, an act he had never before permitted. His reaction had been almost violent, accompanied by a lurid verbal description of her effort as a perversion, which would be employed by only the sorriest of whores.

After a restless night on the living room couch, Carol had prepared their breakfast without comment. Then, as soon as Harry had departed for the office, she had hurriedly packed two large suitcases, called the bank and arranged to withdraw her considerable savings, loaded the bags in the trunk of the big Lincoln and headed north to the highway before turning west.

She paused for lunch at a roadside diner, ignoring the admiring stares of the males and the envious glares of their female companions. Carol knew that her tight blouse showed every curve of her high firm breasts, betraying the absence of any bra by the bold thrust of her pronounced nipples. She was also conscious that the donned skirt barely covered her well-rounded ass, revealing the tanned perfection of columnar thighs and tapered calves, an enticing display which she accentuated by letting her buttocks sway with an uninhibited rhythm as she walked.

Admittedly, she wondered how many cocks had stiffened as their owners watched her entrance. But her personal bitterness diluted the interest to one of casual concern. Back on the highway, she admitted the lack of any real plan. She was headed west. If she continued on her present course, she would end up in Nashville where her sister Bonnie lived with her two teenage children. It had been several years since her last visit. Since then, Bonnie and Raymond had separated, leaving the kids, Noreen and Danny, with their mother.

Carol remembered them as awkward youngsters, but she realized that time had transformed them into individuals she would probably not even recognize. Noreen would be fifteen, while Danny would be approaching his eighteenth birthday. It seemed impossible that the years could have sailed by so rapidly. Christ! It seemed like only a few months ago that she had accepted Harry Maples’ proposal, justifying it with the belief drilled into her by her mother: If a woman wasn’t married by the age of thirty, she would be considered either a whore or a lesbian.

Carol was neither of these, but she had enjoyed the sexual calisthenics of more partners than she could readily recall. Nor had she failed to investigate the possibilities of achieving release with one of her own gender. Regardless of the social stigma attached to such activity, she could find nothing wrong with two people doing anything, which made them feel good. However, once she married Harry, she had limited her satisfaction to the skilled caress of her own fingers. Grateful for her oversized clit, which permitted her to jack herself off almost, like a man.

Easily guiding the big car with one hand, she slid the other between her warm thighs, pressing the thin rayon against the pouting lips of her hungry cunt. Damn! She was already wet down there! Her mind painted a vivid picture of an impossibly huge cock, long, hard and thick, its crimson head poised at the exact point where her fingers massaged the sensitive labia, causing her ass to squirm on the yielding seat. It had been too long, she reminded herself, since she had really been fucked! Harry’s clumsy and swift mountings had done nothing but increase her desire. What she needed was a man who could ride her until her pussy was completely satisfied.

Ahead of her, standing with an arm extended and thumb jutting in supplication, she saw a small figure. Growing in size as the car ate up the separating distance. Before she realized what she was doing, her foot had tapped the brake pedal. Slowing the big Lincoln until she could get a better look at the would-be hitchhiker. Hell! She murmured to herself. He was only a kid. Sandy-haired, muscular, but with an innocent face that calmed the usual fear she felt at the thought of picking up a stranger on the highway. She brought the Lincoln to a halt a few yards beyond the lad, pulling onto the level shoulder of the road and watching the rear view mirror as the youngster loped toward her on tanned bare legs. His jeans, which were cut into shorts that hugged the narrow hips with a tightness that displayed an astonishing, bulge at his crotch.

Carol had already estimated his age at about sixteen. If she was right, it was impossible that the massive mound could be real. He must, she thought with a grin, be wearing one of those gadgets that made every man look like a stallion. The youth halted beside the car, shifting the small canvas pack from his shoulder as his fingers reached for the door’s handle. Carol flicked the switch that unlocked the doors, waiting until the boy had opened the heavy hinged panel before she spoke.

“Where’re you going?” She found her eyes examining his broad shoulders and narrow hips with increasing admiration. With his unruly blond hair and ready smile, he seemed even younger than she had first thought. But his body was that of a man. It was even possible, she mused, that the provocative bulge at the junction of those powerful thighs was the real thing. If so, it would be a formidable weapon. The possibility increased the dampness of her own crotch and Carol patted the seat beside her.

With an answering grin, the youth swing his pack into the back seat and slid in beside the older woman pulling the door closed before answering. His voice was reassuringly soft and laced with a pronounced accent that betrayed his Southern origin. “Just anywhere, ma’am,” he said, leaning back against the soft upholstery and stretching his tanned legs. “As long as its west.” His gaze drifted over the expanse of bare thighs where Carol’s skirt had drifted upward with her recent self-caressing.

“I’m going to Nashville,” Carol offered. “Is that far enough?”

“Couldn’t be better,” he answered, the grin broadening. “I got a few friends in the music business there. Maybe I can sell some of my songs.” Carol set the Lincoln in motion, not bothering to pull her skirt down. Hell! It was good to have someone admire her legs.

Lighting sawed a jagged path through the menacing clouds, followed by a peal of thunder that made Carol’s body jerk. Jiggling her firm breasts and raking the sensitive nipples against the clinging blouse. She could feel the boy’s eyes follow the provocative motion and found the prominent nubs swelling under his visual caress.

“Looks as if I came along just in time,” she said, aware that her voice was more husky than usual. “Those clouds are really black.”

The lad shrugged, shifting his bare legs, brushing his knee against her right thigh and causing her muscles to tighten at the momentary contact. The sensation seemed to drive up her lush flesh and burrow into the hungry dampness of her crotch, creating a tremor of painful need in the plump-lipped cunt.

“I kind of like the rain,” the youth said. “Especially at night. The sound of rain on the roof turns me on.”

Carol shot him a questioning glance. “Turns you on?” she repeated, clamping her thighs together in an effort to still the demand of her ripe young body. “How?” His eyes met hers before she could turn her attention back to the highway, the brown orbs displaying innocence she found both disquieting and arousing. It was, she mused, like being eighteen again and exchanging remarks with a boy who was dying to get his hand between her legs and his finger into the hot, little slit that could squeeze it with a slippery grip that promised pleasures beyond his wildest dreams-if he succeeded in slipping his throbbing cock into the pulsating corridor of her skilled pussy.

“I guess I shouldn’t have said that,” he murmured. Dropping his eyes and lacing his fingers together over his bare thighs. Unobtrusively, his heavily tanned forearm pressed against the ridge of his semi-hard cock. “I hope I didn’t offend you ma’am.”

“Don’t be silly!” Carol soothed. “And don’t call me ma’am.” She shot another quick look at his handsome face, almost smiling at the flush that crept upward from his open collar.

“Heck, no!” he corrected. “Your so beautiful I hadn’t even thought about how old you are.” The forearm was moving, sliding over the bulging outline in his faded shorts, slowly and carefully.

“That’s sweet,” Carol smiled. “But I’m still a lot older than you. You couldn’t be more that seventeen.”

“I’m eighteen, but I have a baby face so everyone seems to think I’m sixteen.” He seemed to realize the seriousness of his admission and he slid farther back on the seat, his forearm pressing harder over the increasingly huge roll of his hidden prick.

“If your afraid I’ll cause any trouble you can drop me off,” he blurted. Carol lifted her shoulders, fully aware of the resulting thrust of her full breasts. “I’m not worried,” she assured him.” It seems we’re both running away from something.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong.” he added hastily. “I just got tired of the scene at home. My old man can’t understand the way I feel about things, so I just split. I don’t think he cares enough to look for me.”

“Sounds like we’re both in the same boat,” Carol remarked. “I left my husband for pretty much the same reasons.”

Another flash of lighting ripped the sky and the thunder was almost deafening. Carol shuddered and clenched the wheel more tightly. She hated to drive in the rain, and the clouds threatened to unleash their contents at any moment.

“I think we’d betted find a motel pretty soon,” she said impatiently. “When the rain starts, I’ll probably last all night.” The boy nodded. “I don’t blame you,” he said in a soft voice. “Maybe I can catch another ride before it gets too bad.”

“Hey!” Carol exclaimed. “I thought you wanted to ride all the way to Nashville.”

“I’d like to,” he answered. “But I don’t have any money for a room.” He hesitated. “Unless you’d let me sleep in the car?” He answered.

“You’ll do nothing of the kind!” Carol assured him. “You’ll have a room just like mine.” She halted his protest before it could emerge, her right hand falling with pretend carelessness to the warm hardness of his muscular thigh. Her fingers rested lightly, then pressed with urgent familiarity as they felt the heat of his naked flesh.

Again the searing shudder of desire washed through her belly, centering in the cleft of her long denied cunt and drawing the wet vaginal juices toward the flexing entrance. She tried to make her voice casual, but the words spilled out in a sensual rush.

“I’d feel a lot safer if I knew you were close by.” she said. “In fact, I wish you could stay in the same room.” She was surprised at her own boldness and the thinly veiled invitation in the simple statement. She felt his strong fingers cover her hand, pressing it closer against his naked thigh. Deliberately, she reversed her palm, twisting her fingers in his and shivering as they tightened.

For the first time, she surrendered to the image of his young body, naked and bronzed, mounting her own welcoming curves. His hard cock poised with its swollen head ready to force its way into her slippery pussy. A little moan of anticipation escaped her full lips. The lad squeezed her fingers, drawing them upward along his thigh in an unintentional reaction that pressed the back of her hand against the hardness inside his bulging shorts. Almost as quickly as it was accomplished, he released his grip, moving farther away from her as he realized what he had done.

“I …I’m sorry!” he said in a near whisper. “I didn’t mean to do that. Its just that you’re so pretty and nice…. and everything.”

Carol’s hand turned, her palm rubbing and estimating, moving over the full length of his prick before retreating with unhurried ease to the wheel of the Lincoln. She sucked in a deep breath.

“Don’t apologize,” she said huskily, “It’s all right.”

“Did…. did you mean it about the same room?” he persisted.

“Why not?” she asked. “I can always register us as mother and son.” She flashed him a wicked smile. “That is, if you don’t mind pretending.”

“I wish you were,” he said forcefully. “My mom’s a real square. She won’t even let me run around the house without a shirt. She says it’s vulgar.”

“Everybody has some kind of a hang-up,” Carol reminded him. “Maybe she can’t help being like that.”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “But she wants everybody else to be like her.”

Carol spotted a roadside sign and indicated it with a nod of her head. “You’d better give me your name,” she grinned. “Unless you want me to invent one.”

“Randy,” he supplied. “Randy Traynor. It’s really Randolph, but I hated that.”

She held out her hand, and then suddenly dropped it to encircle his straining erection with a quick squeeze, surprising herself with the boldness of the act. “I’m Carol Maples,” she supplied. “So let’s make it Randy and Carol. Okay.”

The lad’s body stiffened, his hips bucking upward as her fingers maintained their exciting pressure. He licked his lips and drew in a sharp breath.

“Like that?” Carol murmured, using her free hand to steer the Lincoln into the circular drive that led to the motel’s office. Randy gave an unintelligible sound, jamming both hands down against her pleasurable grip, moving his buttocks in an effort to slide his thick shaft through the warm grip. Carol felt the increased stiffening and hardening aiding the lad’s movement by a slow sliding that permitted a quick exploration of the swollen head of his cock.

“Yes!” he blurted, staring down at his lap, his face a coloring with embarrassment even as his pelvis worked higher. “It never feels that good when I do it.”

Carol braked to a stop without lifting her hand. Uncertain as to just why she had made the initial approach, she now found herself possessed by a demand that she could no longer resist. His words suddenly penetrated the fog of lust in her whirling brain, their meaning making her tighten her grip on his throbbing prick.

“Randy,” she said, spacing her words to hide the breathlessness she was sure had crept into her voice. “Are you telling me that this is the first time a woman has ever touched you there?”

The boy nodded. “I guess you think that’s kind of dumb,” he muttered. “I told you about my folks. They never let me do anything.”

“You mean you’ve never been with a girl?” Carol was unable to hide the note of excitement in the question. “I’ve only kissed a few,” he admitted. “That’s all.”

She forced her fingers to release there promising prize, her hand trembling as it climbed back to the wheel. The hunger in her cunt was becoming unbearable, and she could feel the labial lips pulsating as the heat and wetness spread. Damping her panties and sending little shivers down her lush thighs.

“Just wait right here, Randy,” she told him. “I’ll register and arrange for dinner to be sent to the room.” She nodded toward the pack he had placed in the rear seat. “Do you have any clothes back there?”

“Nothing I could wear in the dining room,” he said still refusing to meet her eyes. His hands still covering his bulging crotch, uncertain and nervous. “All I want is a sandwich.” Carol flipped the door handle and climbed out of the car, holding the door open, as she spoke, “You won’t run away?”

Randy’s head turned, his face tense, “After what you just did? I don’t want to ever leave.” She deliberately rolled her deliciously curved ass as she crossed the concrete, knowing that his eyes were following the suggestive motion, and the thought of his reaction increased the hot seeping between her flexing thighs.

The desk clerk, a myopic and bald fat man, ogled her from behind his thick-lensed spectacles, a red tongue flicking across the thick lips as she shoved her pointed breasts over the desk top giving him a good look down the front of her deeply cut blouse. There was no difficulty registering as Ms. Carol Maples and her son. She handed the clerk one of the half dozen credit cards from her small purse, suppressing a smile as he tried to sneak another look at her enticing boobs. She was also amused at the irony of having Harry pay the bill for the room. It would serve him right, she mused. After all, because of his lack of consideration, she was two years behind in her fucking.

Signing the white rectangle with a bold flourish, she felt a little surge of satisfaction. If the boy in the car lived up to her expectations, he would make up for at least a part of the pleasure her marriage had denied her. Her thighs tightened in anticipation. Not only was the youth equipped with a cock much larger than Harry’s, but also he was a virgin. For the first time in her thirty-two years, Carol realized how a man must feel when a beautiful young girl offered him her hot little pussy for the first time.

Quickly and deftly, she ordered two steaks with all the trimmings sent to the room. Then, as an after-thought, she added a request for a fifth of gin and a large pitcher of orange juice. The desk clerk nodded, jotting down the order on a small pad. He looked up, his eyes pausing to caress her outlined nipples. “What is that drink called?” he asked hesitantly.

Carol leaned forward, resting her tits on the desktop and speaking in a low, seductive voice. “It’s made with sloe gin,” she purred. “They call it a Slow Screw.”

Chapter Two

Parking the Lincoln in front of the neatly numbered door, Carol waved a hand at the boy’s pack. “Let the luggage go for now,” she said. “We can bring it in after dinner.”

Randy shrugged his broad shoulders in agreement. He slid out of the car, punching the lock button before closing the door and following Carol into the comfortably furnished room. His blue eyes swept across the red carpet and the matching spread on the larger of the two beds. Without turning, he closed the door behind him and switched his gaze to Carol’s flushed features as she stood in the center of the room. Her own eyes roving up and down his muscular body, dwelling with increased interest on the magnificent bulge in his frayed shorts.

“Come here Randy,” she said in a soft voice, standing almost motionless as the boy crossed the intervening space and stood facing her. Close enough for her to feel the aura of desire she had created in his youthful loins.

“Would you like to kiss me?” she asked simply.

“I’m…. I’m not very good at it,” the boy said hesitantly. “Like I told you, I’ve only kissed a few girls. You’ll have to tell me if I do it right.” Her hands lifted, fingers pressing his narrow waist, drawing him closer. “Just do what you want to do,” she whispered. “I’ll give you a grade after we’re through.”

Randy’s arms went about her, clumsy but eager, closing the few inches that separated them. Carol’s tits yielded to his powerful chest, the nipples seeming to leap to attention as they felt the heat of his body through the thin shirt and her equally thin blouse. His mouth fastened over her parted lips and his hips shoved that delightful hardness against her prominent cunt mound. Moving with a slight rubbing that dragged a moan from her throat and sent her tongue darting between his teeth to explore the sweet taste of his young mouth.

Carol’s hands slid around and down, cupping the taut muscles of his squirming ass, her own hips jamming the pulsating labial lips about the outlined shaft of his cock, testing its rigidity with a sensual grinding that caused the youth’s body to shiver in uncontrollable response. He was sucking her wiggling tongue, catching it with gentle nips of his white teeth. His own oral muscle flailing in rapid caressing. There was a wet, vacuuming sound as Carol forced her head back, released his lip but keeping her pelvis jammed tightly against his rearing prong. She smiled into his glazed eyes.

“For a guy who’s never loved a woman up,” she said breathlessly, “you really know how to kiss.”

“It’s your tongue,” he answered in a near whimper. “It tastes so good and feels so…. so sexy!”

Carol squeezed his hard muscled ass, jamming her cunt cleft over the throbbing arc of his cock. “Why don’t you say what you mean, sweetheart?” she murmured. “A woman likes to hear things like that.”

“You want me to talk dirty?” he asked hesitantly.

“Will you?” she nodded. “I don’t think it’s dirty. They’re just words that people use when they’re really turned on.”

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Randy said hurriedly. “It’s the way I’ve been taught by my folks. If you want me to, I’ll use all the words I know.”

Carol tilted her head forward, her tongue reaching out to flick lightly and seductively across the curve of his parted lips. “Tell me what you want to do, Randy,” she whispered. “Hurry1 They’ll be He took a deep breath; his chest expanding to massage her already excited nipples, the swollen tips aching to feel his touch without the barrier of clothing that separated their bodies. He closed his eyes, his forehead furrowing with the effort.

“I want to fuck you,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I want to shove my prick into your hot cunt and fuck the living hell out of you.”

Carol gave his ass another squeeze. “That’s the way,” she encouraged. She moved her torso, raking her pointed boobs back and forth across his heaving chest. “How about my tits?”

“I want to see them naked,” he told her, his tone more confident. “I want to play with them and suck them.”

She hugged him then, her face cheek to cheek with his and her warm breath fanning his ear. “Don’t say anymore, sweetheart,” she warned. “I’m already sopping wet. If you say another word, I’ll come right in my panties!”

Steeping back, Carol fluffed her hair and turned to study her reflection in the mirror above the small dressing table. She was glad she hadn’t been wearing lipstick, for it would have been difficult to explain the smears after registering the handsome youth as her son. She eyed Randy’s reflection with a mixture of amusement and admiration.

“You’d better get in the shower,” she admonished. “You’ll never be able to hide that hard-on.”

Randy’s face colored, but he managed a weak grin. “I can’t help it. You’re just so pretty.”

A polite tapping on the door sent him scurrying into the bath, and Carol waited until she heard the shower before crossing to admit a uniformed waiter with a heavy tray. The man’s stare centered on her breasts, the nipples still distended from her brief petting session with Randy. And she shoved them foreword as she accepted the tab and pen. Signing her name with a little smile and a tip to the indicated total.

She had just closed the door and checked the double lock when Randy called from the bathroom “Toss my pack in here, will you.”

“Wrap a towel around you,” she called back. “You don’t need any clothes.”

Arranging the food on a circular table near the heavily draped window, she watched Randy emerge from the shower, his torso bare. But his hips and thighs hidden beneath a fluffy towel, the front shoved outward by his still erect cock. A light growth of blond hair sprinkled his chest, accentuating the heavy pectoral muscles and spreading down to where the towel circled his lithe waist.

“I’ll shower after we eat,” she said, indicating the chair opposite her with a brief nod. “Come on, let’s dig in.”

As they ate, Carol told him of her reason for leaving Harry, and Randy amplified his earlier explanation of his parents’ unrealistic attitude toward sex. Over the after meal coffee, Carol nodded at the bottle of gin and the pitcher of orange juice the waiter had placed on the dressing table.

“Mix us a couple of big drinks while I take a quick shower,” she suggested. Then she added, “Have you ever tried gin and orange.”

He shook his head. “Just a few beers,” he said. “But it sounds good.” Blowing him a kiss with the tips of her fingers, Carol headed for the shower, slipping out of her skirt and blouse and grinning down at the soaked crotch of her panties. She couldn’t remember when her pussy had been so damned wet and eager.

She showered quickly, drying her curves with a little shiver as the towel touched her aroused nipples and the silken triangle at the junction of her shapely legs. Running her fingers through her black hair, she draped another towel about her, just covering her firm breasts. The bottom reaching barely past her eager crotch.

Randy’s glass was already half empty, and he stared at her over the rim as she re-entered the room, his eyes drinking in the slender beauty of her long legs and trim ankles.

“I hope it was all right to take a few sips,” he said “It looked so good, I just couldn’t wait.”

“Of course it’s alright,” she answered, picking up the frosty glass and taking a long swallow of the delicious mixture. Her eyes watered as the gin trickled down her throat.

“Damn!” she exclaimed, “How much gin did you put in these?”

“Almost a full glass,” he answered. “There’s just a little bit of orange juice. Did I make them wrong?”

“They’re delightful,” she grinned. “How do you like them?”

“They sure don’t taste like beer,” he smiled back, his eyes following her as she walked over to take cigarettes and lighter from her purse. “Could I have one of those?”

Carol nodded, lighting two of the thin cylinders and handing one to the youth. She watched him insert the white tip between his sensual lips, sucking the smoke deep and exhaling with a sigh of satisfaction. She imagined him giving her sensitive clitoris the same treatment, and the thought brought a new and warmer wetness to her hairy crotch. It would probably take time, she reminded herself, to get him to go down on her. But it would be worth waiting for. The image of his handsome face buried between her thighs and his mouth working on her juicy cunt was almost too exciting. She was tempted to strip the towel off and try to talk him into eating her then and there. Only the fear of turning him off before she had enjoyed that promising young prick held her back.

Randy finished his drink and set the glass on the table, taking another long drag on the cigarette. “You haven’t changed your mind have you?” he asked cautiously.

“About screwing?” she said almost casually. She gulped the drink down and stubbed her own smoke in the small tray. Standing up, she walked over to the bed and turned to face him Her fingers toyed with the carefully folded towel. “Finish that cigarette, honey,” she ordered throatily. “Your new mama wants a good look at that big cock!”

Randy’s fingers were trembling as he extinguished his own butt. He rose to his feet, the towel thrusting outward as his prick jerked in excited response. A lock of his sandy hair fell down over one eye and he reached up to push it back impatiently. The movement loosened the insecure towel and it slipped from his slender hips.

Carol’s eyes widened and her lips pursed in a silent whistle of admiration. The lad was even more handsome than she had at first realized, and his cock now free to shove its heart-shaped knob outward and upward, was larger than her earlier fumblings had indicated.

Angling from its nest of thick, dark hair, the prick was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. Not only was it long, but its throbbing shaft was thick and meaty, displaying a slight curve as it strained to lift the hairy globes of his heavy balls. Beneath, throbbing with excitement, the ventral vein seemed to squirm in its fantastic swelling, and the sheer force of his erection parted the tiny slit of his glands. Even as she stared, it oozed a pearl of clear liquid, a sight that made her tongue dart hungrily across her full, red lips.

Only minutes before she had imagined Randy eating her snatch. Now, she found herself filled with an overwhelming desire to taste the shiny fluid that had surged from the base of his enormous tool. She could almost feel the slippery head sliding between her lips and into her mouth, filling her throat as it drove in and out in an age-old rhythm, powered by the lad’s well-muscled buttocks.

With a gesture almost frantic, she loosed her own towel. Letting it slide to the floor to reveal her deliciously curved nakedness, her breasts bobbing slightly with the movement. Slowly, forcing her tense nerves to relax, Carol turned in a complete circle, giving the boy a good look at her lush figure, arching her back to make her lovely bottom more pronounced, and thrusting her large breasts outward. The bullet like nipples stiffening as she saw his cock jerk upward with increased lust.

“Now,” she said softy, ending her turn by facing him. Her long legs spread just enough to give him a peek at the vertical slit of her black-haired cunt. The outer lips parted to reveal the puffy portal of her vagina, the pink membranes glistening with the slippery exudation that threatened to become a flood if the channel was not soon packed with his thick, lengthy prick. “Let’s try that kiss again, and see what happens.”

Randy was staring, openmouthed, at her raven triangle, his tongue curled upward to slide back and forth against his white teeth. His cock was pointing almost straight up, the purple knob seemed to swell to even greater dimensions as the organ leaped with repeated spasms, each one forcing another glob of pre-coital fluid from the pink-lipped slit. His balls, orange-sized and leathery in appearance were taut with the strain of his obvious lust.

He moved forward with hesitant steps, the enormous prick swaying from side to side and bobbing under its own weight. His eyes slid up and down her nakedness. As if torn between the swollen nipples of her firm tits and the luxurious mass of black curls that framed the inviting trench of her pussy. Its inner lips displaying little beads of the lubricating juice from her eager vagina. His arms went around her slender waist, tightening to pull the slightly curved mound of her belly against his rearing prick, trapping its throbbing length between them. A little whimper escaped him as their warm flesh pressed the cock, and Carol wiggled her hips to roll the engorged column in its cozy nest.

Carol locked her own arms about the lad’s neck, opening her mouth as his lips met hers. Her tongue writhing and twisting, the tip stabbing between his teeth and darting over and under his own dancing lingual member. Desire hammered and roared throughout her arched body. Her breasts, nipples stiff and aching, yielded but slightly under the pressure of his hairy chest, seeming to swell even more as the sensitive tips were caressed by the hirsute coating.

His hands roaming up and down her body, exploring and sampling. Across her flawless back and down the gentle indentation of her narrow waist, moving outward with the enticing curve of the hips, then back to cup the firm buttocks. Their luscious mounds showing no indication of sag, but firm and promising in their quick tensing of response.

“Do you like my ass?” she whimpered, her lips tearing wetly from his awed mouth.

“Oh Christ!” he gasped, swallowing with a visible effort. Yes I love everything about you! Your breasts! Your legs!”

She rolled her hips, making him grown as her belly caressed his enormous cock. “Let’s get on the bed, Randy,” she whispered again. “I want to be fucked!”

Quickly, her muscles rippling and curving, she retreated until she felt the bed against her perfectly rounded calves. Her ass lowered to the soft mattress and she scooted backward, lying supine and spreading her thighs, drawing her knees up and digging her heels into the bed to lift her bushy cunt in invitation.

“Here it comes sweetheart,” she purred, rotating her pelvis as the youth approached, one knee resting on the bed as he stared at her cunt slit with a look of near awe. “Here’s what you used to think about when you beat your meat!” Her voice became more husky. “But this is no dream, Randy, baby! This is a real, live pussy, all juicy and hot, and just begging for you to shove that big, hard cock in it!”

Unconsciously, the lad’s hand had strayed to his huge prick, fingers surrounding and squeezing, beginning a slow, sensuous stroking that capped the meaty glans. Then drew it into a strutted slickness, spreading the slippery jism over the broad tip until the head was coated and shiny. He licked his lips.

“I’ve always dreamed of jacking off and looking at a real pussy,” he murmured. “I used to use pictures, but they didn’t show anything but a little hair.”

Carol placed her hands on her tanned thighs, sliding upward until her fingers framed her hairy cunt. The tips moved inward, creeping through the damp curls to press the plump labial lips, pulling them apart and exposing the softer, wetter inner doorway. Her clitoris, prominent even when dormant, lifted its slender shaft, the dark red tip swelling as the finger of sensitive flesh lengthened. One finger teased the growing mass and her hips surged upward as the delightful sensation ripped through her tightening belly. Two fingers eased their way into the slippery vaginal entrance, beginning a slow in-and-out motion.

She realized, without a doubt, that the lad would come almost immediately if he mounted her in his present state of excitement. She didn’t want that to happen. When that desirable cock slipped into her hungry cunt she wanted it to last at least a dozen of the orgasms she had missed because of Harry’s negligence.

On the other hand, if she permitted Randy to live out his fantasy, he would be able to last indefinitely when she got him hard again. The prospect aided her decision.

“Go ahead, sugar,” she encouraged. “Fist-fuck that prick and shoot it right into my cunt.”

“You’ll think I’m silly,” he breathed, but his hand was still pumping, both knees on the bed, facing her parted labial lips with gleaming eyes. Watching her fingers slipping in and out of the juicy slit, the motion making a wet sucking sound as she massaged the delicate membranes. Feeling them spasm about her determined thrusting.

“All I’ll be thinking about,” she assured him, “Is how good it must feel. If it turns you on, honey, do it. That’s my philosophy.”

“But…”He hesitated, hand still working up and down on his angling cock, I’ll come right on your pussy.”

“That’s right where I want it, lover. Shoot that hot cream right on the hole. Don’t worry. I’ll come when you do. I’ve been petting this cunt since I was ten years old.”

He was kneeling between her feet, the hand working up and down his pulsing cock, swearing the slippery jism farther down the thick shaft, while the other reached down to cup his heavy balls.

Carol was using both hands on her enflamed crotch, fingers squishing and wiggling in her dripping snatch. The other hand stroking and teasing the engorged shaft of her stiffened clitoris. Knowing that the sight would turn on Randy, she deliberately shaped a cup with her thumb and two fingers, frigging the miniature cock with rapid strokes that matched the boy’s vigorous pounding of his own enormous prick.

Less than a minute had passed, but Carol could feel the beginning of her orgasm building in her writhing belly. The shudders undulating outward through her spasming vagina to center in the shaft she pumped with little gasps of increasing pleasure.

Randy’s eyes were glazed with lust and enjoyment, his hand racing up and down the thick hardness that pointed its slitted tip at the woman’s finger-filled labial cleft. He was panting, tongue licking furiously at his parted lips. His body tightened and convulsed, arching and trembling with the onset of completion.

His prick seemed to leap as the first spurt of white cream shot out to splat hotly against the exact tip of her clit, exposed by the retreat of her fingers, used now to spread her cunt for the repeated jets of fiery come.

“Oh, shit!” the youth groaned, watching his thick semen coat the enflamed membranes of her parted cunt. Trickling into the shadowed depths of her orgasm sucked the welcome juice with visible spasmings of the labial muscles. Carol’s ass climbed upward, and Randy leaned forward, bringing the head of his cock closer as the final spurts laved her convulsing pussy. Leaving it gleaming with the slippery jism that clung to her thick public hair. Slowly, he sank back on his heals and Carol’s hips relaxed.

“Jesus!” he whispered in a weak voice. I’ve never come like that before!” His fingers were still moving with careful manipulation, milking the residue of his ejaculation and spreading it over his still throbbing prick. “It looks like your pussy was actually drinking that stuff!”

“It was, baby!” she murmured lazily, her ass squirming as she probed her cunt with trembling fingers. Rubbing the slippery semen into the quivering membranes. “And it wants a lot more!”

She held out her arms and the youth lowered his naked body atop her eager flesh, his chest just touching her swollen nipples, then pressing harder against the slight yielding of her tits’ firm mounds as their mouths collided in a wild tangling of swirling tongues. She winded the angle of her drawn-up legs and felt the searing heat of his meatly cock-head in her cunt trench.

Carol’s hands slid down to cup his trembling buttocks, urging them downward, her own hips pushing up to effect the thing she had been wanting for ever since the lad had climbed into the Lincoln.

The broad knob forced the tender tissues of her labia into a tight circle, easing its throbbing bulk between them until the elastic rim, locking him inside with repeated clutchings. His hips poised, hesitating, then drove downward with a powerful shove, his prick filling her vagina with its thickness and expanding the shuddering walls until Carol felt she could contain no more of the monstrous organ.

“Ummmmmmmmm!” he nasaled, still sucking the tongue she gave him, wiggling the tip against the roof of his mouth. He tore his lips from hers and arched his body so his mouth could fasten about the finger sized nipple of her right breast, sucking and licking the responsive tip until Carol’s ass began a delicious circling that screwed her pussy farther onto the thick spear that filled her vagina with its torrid, throbbing hardness.

“Goddamn!” she moaned, one hand on his bushy head and the other urging his hips still lower. “You’re splitting my ass wide open!”

His lips slipped noisily from their avid feasting and he looked down at her tortured features. “I’ll…I’ll take it out,” he offered hesitantly, his hips motionless, but the huge cock still pulsating inside her clutching snatch.

“Like hell you will!” she hissed. “I don’t give a damn if it comes out my mouth! I want every inch of that big dick! Ram it all the way in! Please!”

Still watching her face, Randy’s hips tensed, his thighs cording against her splayed legs and his buttocks tightening beneath her fingers. Then, with a savage thrust, he drove the head past her cervix and into the last available curve of her hungry cunt.

Carol had never been so filled so full of cock. It seemed that the stretching of her vaginal corridor, the super-sensitive channel spasming about its invader with greedy clutchings exposed every nerve in her pussy. Hot and slippery, her juices bathed the throbbing organ, and her ass wiggled to adjust to the unprecedented filling. Her legs climbed upward to lock about his waist and she felt his hairy balls, hot and heavy, slide wetly against her winking anus.

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