Carol Duncan sighed heavily as she carried the large load of dirty clothes from their bedroom to their apartment's downstairs laundry room. Art was away playing tennis somewhere again, the second day in a row, forcing her to spend yet another weekend alone. This wasn't the way she'd imagined it when they talked of how happy they'd be once they were married and living out on their own. These days it seemed as if all she was was a slave, not a beautiful young housewife. Maybe she should have listened to her mother's warning about getting married so young. At 18 she could barely vote, and wasn't even old enough to drink in her own state yet. What had happened to all the fun she and Art used to have? He hardly ever paid attention to her anymore, and they almost never went out these days. Art was too busy playing tennis, and when he was home he was too tired to do anything. And they'd been so happy in the beginning.
Sighing again, Carol remembered how exciting their honeymoon had been. Always a good girl, Carol had managed somehow to remain a virgin until their wedding night, and she was so happy she had. The honeymoon, especially that first night, was everything she'd dreamed it would be. She adored having guilt free sex with her loving husband. Art had taken his time with her, not forcing himself on her until she was ready. It had hurt, at first, when he'd broken through her virgin cherry, but after that, and for the remainder of the week, sex had been glorious... wonderful... incredibly exciting.
And then the honeymoon ended. Art went back to work, traveling frequently, away from home for two or three days at a time while Carol was left with little more to do than watch TV soap operas or read romance novels, her favorites. Now that she'd experienced the real joys of sex, it was hard to go without it. Their lovemaking had awakened something deep inside her, and now that she knew how much fun "fucking" was, she wanted it all the time. With Art gone so much she'd even taken lately to resuming masturbating, something that made her feel immensely guilty afterward, as though she were cheating on Art somehow. But she just couldn't help it. Could she? And lately she kept getting these terribly naughty urges, especially when she masturbated, to do nasty things for excitement.
Like right now. The sudden wave of horniness that overtook Carol shocked her. She had reached the dimly lit laundry room, and was emptying out their dirty clothes when one of Art's soiled jock straps fell into her hands. Carol studied it, then, looking around to make sure no one else was there watching her, slowly brought the smelly jock up to her nose. She inhaled, deeply, letting the strong, acrid scent of Art's ball sweat jolt her senses. Suddenly her pussy was wet, very wet, and she had an intense desire to masturbate right there in the laundry room. Somehow, she managed to fight off the sensation, but when Art got home she was going to attack him. They hadn't fucked all weekend long, and she just HAD to have it soon or she'd go crazy.
"Hi babe, what's for dinner?" Art asked, breezing into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. God he was handsome, his tall, lean athletic body glowing with a coating of sweat over his dark, even tan. She loved him so much, yet it seemed as though he hardly noticed her any more.
"Art, do you still think I'm pretty?" Carol asked, brushing back the locks of her long, curly blond hair from her face. She knew she didn't have breasts as big as Art liked, but she did have a great body, with lush thighs, great legs, and a terrific, tight ass to go with her sexy bedroom eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips. She also knew a lot of other men noticed her, even if Art didn't these days. Sometimes when she went out to read by the apartment complex pool she felt men staring at her, and although it made her feel guilty, she did have to admit it turned her on. Sometimes, in fact, it turned her on so much she would "accidentally" give the men a glimpse of her young, naked breasts by leaning down under the pretense of picking up her suntan lotion or something. causing her bikini top fell away from her tits and expose them. Lately Carol found herself doing things like that quite often, and it bothered her enormously, but her urges to do things like that were so st! rong she couldn't resist them.
"Pretty?" Art asked, confused. "Well, sure, babe. Of course I do," he answered.
"Then why don't you pay more attention to me, sweetheart?" Carol purred, sliding up next to her husband, feeling the heat from his sweaty body.
"Geez, Carol, I do. All the time. Didn't I just buy you that nice flower vase you were asking for?" Art said, sounding hurt.
"Well yes, baby, you did, but I'm talking about... well... you know... sex," Carol said, the strong masculine scent from Art's body turning her on. She felt her pussy growing damp, and her nipples suddenly seemed to be made of steel. Although she had smallish breasts, barely filling her 34B cup bra, she did have nice large nipples, something Art had always said he loved.
"Oh baby, hey, look, you know I love you, but jeez, Carol, we had to go three sets, with tie breakers in all three before we finally won. I'm just too fucking tired to fuck today, babe," Art grinned.
"Oh Art, please. I wish you wouldn't use that kind of language in front of me. You know I don't like it," Carol scowled.
"What, fuck? Well shit, Carol, I thought that's what you were talking about. Wasn't it?" Art asked, confused again.
"YES, Art, it is what I was talking about, but you don't have to be so crude about it. Oh never mind," Carol said, turning her back on him, walking over to the counter where she was preparing dinner.
"Geez, what's gotten into you lately," Art mumbled, leaving to take his shower.
"Not much," Carol whispered to herself. "Not much at all."
It was the next morning, a blue Monday, and Art had left for another three day business trip, trying as best he could to earn a living for them as an industrial products salesman. He earned a good living for his age, 22, but still, Carol missed him desperately when he was away.
"Might as well go sit by the pool again," she groused, pulling on her pink bikini, then grabbing her book bag containing her latest romance novel, sun tan oil, sun glasses and towel. It was a beautiful day, and she noticed that the pool was a little more crowded today than usual, especially for a Monday morning.
Selecting a chaise lounge chair near the deep end of the pool, away from the kiddies, Carol laid out her towel across the chair, then proceeded to put sun screen on her arms, legs, and stomach. As she rubbed the warm oil into her body, Carol felt the urge to reach down inside her bikini bottom and touch herself. Of course, she couldn't, but the urge was strong, and she knew she was going to have to masturbate when she went back inside. Perhaps because she was daydreaming about what it was going to feel like when she touched herself, his voice was doubly startling to her when it interrupted her thoughts.
"Need some help with that?" the man asked. Carol jumped, and he laughed, apologizing for scaring her.
"I... I didn't hear you sit down," Carol blushed, embarrassed. He was much older than she or Art, perhaps in his mid-forties, but still quite handsome, with a well toned body, rugged good looks, and friendly smile.
"Sorry I startled you," he said. "My name's Bill. And here comes my wife, Betty."
Carol looked up at the striking brunette as she approached. She was beautiful, with the kind of body Art adored... large breasts, firm stomach, nice legs, and with full but not overly plump ass. The kind of woman Art said "had some meat on her bones." God how she hated that expression, like a woman was some kind of cow or something.
"Hello. I'm Betty. I see you've met Romeo here," she grinned, slapping her husband playfully. "Don't come on to her too strong just yet, darling. At least wait until you know her a little, okay, Bill?" she grinned. "He's incorrigible," Betty said. "I think his cock gets hard every time he sees a young blonde, especially one as pretty as you."
Carol was stunned. How could a perfect stranger talk like that to someone she'd just met, and in front of her own husband, no less. Trying to recover from her shocked reaction, Carol stammered, "Oh he... he wasn't... ah... coming on to me. He was just being polite."
"Yeah, sure," Betty smirked, winking at Carol. "He's a real gentleman, aren't you, sweetie," she said, stretching across Bill's thigh, suddenly leaning down to bite him playfully on the thigh just inches from his cock.
"Hey, cut that out. That's NOT what I mean when I tell you to eat me, you little witch," Bill laughed.
Suddenly Carol felt her face turning crimson. When Betty had leaned over her husband, Carol naturally looked down to where she was playfully nibbling on her husband's thigh, but instead of seeing his thigh, what she saw was a huge bulge, clearly his cock, encased in the skimpiest pair of satin Speedo briefs she'd ever seen. Bill noticed her staring at his cock, and shifted uncomfortably before actually reaching down inside his swim suit to reposition the monster so it seemed to run all the way up the length of his suit toward his navel.
"Will you stop playing with that thing!" Betty teased again. "God! Men! Can't take them anywhere without them embarrassing you, right, Carol?"
"I... I... ah, yes, that's right," she mumbled, quickly turning her gaze away from the obviously semi-erect cock in Bill's swim suit.
"I guess you haven't lived here too long, huh?" Betty asked. "We've been away. We love to travel, and just got back from an extended around the world cruise. God what a fun trip," Betty sighed.
"Wow! That's quite a cruise. Something like that must cost a fortune," Carol said. Then, immediately apologizing, added, "I... I didn't mean to pry. It's just that-"
"Hey, no problem," Bill said. "You're looking at one of Georgia's few and far between big time lottery winners. We hit it pretty lucky, so I sold my business, and now I'm retired. And do we ever love it, don't we, dear," Bill said, leaning back, stretching his arms above his head. Carol found herself once again stealing a quick peek at his huge cock, and the instant she looked at it again, suddenly her pussy was flooded with hot juice. To make matters worse, when she looked up at Betty, Betty was staring at her. She'd seen Carol looking at Bill's cock. Mortified, Carol felt her face turning crimson.
"Bill bought this scandalous suit on the cruise ship. All the Europeans wear them, but around here we don't see too many like it. I told him not to wear it out here, but I believe his exact words were something like, 'fuck it - it they don't want to see my dick, they don't have to look at it.' Or something like that." Grinning at Carol's obvious discomfort, Betty continued, "Oh, dear, I've embarrassed you, haven't I, Carol. I'm sorry. I guess on the cruise we became accustomed to saying pretty much anything that was on our minds."
"And doing it, too," Bill smirked. "Jesus, what a fucking orgy cruise," he sighed, again casually reaching down to scratch his monstrous cock. "Ahh, well... it's over now, but Jesus did we have a blast, right babe?" he grinned.
"Bill. Shut up," Betty said, pretending to scowl. Then, turning to Carol, she said, "Carol... be a dear and help me put this oil on my back, okay?" Handing Carol the bottle of suntan oil, Betty pulled the straps of her bikini top down over her shoulders. Her huge tits seemed to remain suspended where they were, as though they were made of plastic or something. Then Carol realized they just might be artificial. She'd heard of implants, of course, but had never known anyone to have done something like that. But still... she couldn't help staring at Betty's bulbous breasts, and when some of oil spilled down over Betty's shoulders, without thinking Carol reached down and rubbed it into the upper part of Betty's tits. My God... they WERE silicone implants. Then, realizing she was massaging oil into Betty's tits, Carol jerked her hand away, almost as though she had touched a hot stove.
Laughing, Betty said, "In case you're wondering, yes, you're right. They're implants. Bill has always liked large tits, and when we won the lottery I decided to do something about it."
"It worked, too, didn't it, babe," Bill grinned proudly. "Betty was the hit of the cruise, especially when she went topless."
"Topless? I... you mean--" Carol stammered.
"Yes, darling. Topless," Betty cooed. "Have you ever done it, Carol? The first time is such a wonderful feeling. To lie on your back, half naked, in front of what feels like the entire world, with everyone looking at your naked tits. God it made me hot. Frankly, I loved it," Betty sighed. "Wish we could do it around here, too," she added.
"I wish Carol would," Bill teased. "From what I can see of her she's got perfect breasts. Ahhh, youth. Must be nice," Bill said, closing his eyes before Carol could respond.
Her pussy was positively boiling now, and she knew she had to do something about it or she would actually come right in front of these strangers. Getting up, she said something about cooling off, walking quickly to the edge of the pool, where she dove in, swimming the entire length of the pool underwater before swimming back again in a slow, perfect Australian crawl. When she returned to her chaise chair, Betty said, "You're a wonderful athlete, Carol. Quite the swimmer. Is that how you keep that young body of yours so perfectly toned?"
"I... I guess so," Carol said, blushing again. My God, she'd just climbed out of the cool water, and already she was getting hot again, and to make matters worse, she knew the water had made her large nipples hard. Bill was staring at them, and out of the corner of her eye Carol saw his cock suddenly twitch, then begin to grow hard. She turned to stare at it, unable to keep from looking at it as it grew slowly in Bill's suit. She knew she mustn't look at it any longer, but she was totally powerless to turn away. She was fascinated by not only the length of the huge cock, but by the width of it as well.
Watching as the young housewife stared at his growing cock, Bill again reached down inside his suit to adjust it, only now it was so large the large head of his cock began to poke out over the top of the suit. "Jesus, sorry, Carol. I guess I shouldn't wear this suit around beautiful young women with big nipples. I can't help it, but you've really turned me on. Guess you better hand me a towel to cover up with, Betty," Bill said reluctantly.
"NO! I... I mean... it's my fault for staring at you. Don't... you... you don't have to cover up because of me. I... I'll try not to stare at it. I mean at you," Carol stammered again, so hot now she just HAD to squeeze her thighs together, over and over, slowly, the intense feelings of unexplored sexuality so powerful now she couldn't deny them. She'd felt urges to do nasty things before, of course, especially lately, but never any as strong as this. And Bill's wife didn't even seem to mind that her husband was letting another women see the tip of his naked cock. Carol was confused... hot... and unsure of how to handle the situation.
"I think we've had enough sun for a while," Betty said. "Carol, why don't you come over and join us for lunch. You're all alone, aren't you?"
"Yes," Carol breathed, trying to come up with an excuse to avoid joining them. She just HAD to go home and masturbate. She HAD to, or she'd go MAD! "But I-"
"No buts about it, honey. You're coming with us. We have some delicious cold crab and lobster, and I'll whip up a salad that you'll want to die for," Betty said, getting up, gathering up their things. "Come on. Won't take no for an answer, will we, Bill."
"No way, Jose," he laughed. "Guess you'll find out sooner or later, Carol, but when Betty makes up her mind to something, you might as well pack your tent and give in. Come on. I'll open a bottle of wine for lunch. I found the most delicious Chardonney this week, and I've been looking for an excuse to open it."
Without wanting to, Carol found herself tagging along with Bill and Betty, following them into their luxuriously appointed condo. It was much larger than the one Carol and Art were living in, and Carol admired the beautiful artifacts that filled the place.
"Come on out in the kitchen," Betty said. Carol did, and in minutes found herself sipping the deliciously dry, nut and honey flavored crisp white wine Bill had poured for her.
"Hmmm. This IS good," Carol said, enjoying the effects the wine was having on her empty stomach.
"Carol, why don't you take off that wet suit. You'll catch a chill sure as anything," Betty said. "Come with me. I'll get you a robe to put on." Again, against her will, but unable to find any way to resist, the young blonde found herself following the older brunette into the bedroom, where Betty handed Carol a short, thin satin robe to wear. The robe was a very sexy shocking pink in color, and as soon as she handed it to Carol, Betty started to disrobe in front of the younger woman.
"Don't mind me, sweetie," she said as she peeled off her bikini, revealing the huge silicone breasts. "I'm not shy, so you don't have to worry about it either. Go ahead now. Take off that wet suit." As she spoke, Betty began to remove the lower part of her bikini pulling it slowly down over her thighs, then her knees, stepping out of it as Carol watched, stunned. She couldn't ever remember seeing another woman totally naked before, and when she saw Betty's totally bare, shaved cunt, she gasped.
"Oh my!"
Laughing, Betty said, "Yeah, I know. It's a stupid thing to do. Itches like hell a lot of the time, but Bill likes me smooth. Says it makes it more fun to eat me that way. Go on, Carol. Get undressed now, and put that robe on. I'm hungry. Let's go eat."
Fumbling nervously for the tie behind her suit, Carol heard Betty saying, "Here, let me help you." The next thing she knew, Betty was standing behind her, untying Carol's top, then removing it. My God, she's undressing me, and I'm allowing it, Carol thought to herself as she felt the wet top being pulled from her body. Then she felt Betty's fingers untyping the bows at the sides of Carol's bikini, and felt the bottom of her suit disappearing as well. Naked, and shivering, Carol quickly pulled on the satin robe, aware that it made her already erect nipples seem to stand out even more.
"You're beautiful, Carol. Do you know that?" Betty breathed in Carol's ear. "God you're beautiful." Carol felt Betty lean forward, felt her warm breath on Carol's neck. And then her lips. Betty kissed Carol's neck, softly, tenderly, for just a moment, and then was tugging Carol's hand, pulling her toward the kitchen.
"Lunch time," Betty sang out, as Carol followed, her pussy filled with a raging, molten heat the likes of which she'd never know before.
In the kitchen, Bill was still wearing the scandalous bikini, but his cock had softened. Was that a wet spot where the tip of his cock was touching the suit, Carol wondered, staring at the thick cock again. It was! His cock had leaked a little pre-cum juice out of it, and it made the front of his suit glisten obscenely. It also made Carol's pussy incredibly wet, so wet, she had to sit down before it began running out of her pussy and down her legs. Her heart was beating like never before, and somehow Carol sensed her life was about to change.
Lunch was delightful. The seafood salad was delicious, and after Carol's third glass of the wonderful wine, she was feeling giddy. She was also beginning to feel awfully uninhibited.
"So did you go topless on shipboard, too?" Carol asked, grinning happily.
Bill and Betty looked at each other for a moment. Then Betty said, "Well... I didn't on deck. But during some of the parties in the cabins things got a little wild and we did there a few times."
"You... you mean you... you took off your top at a party in somebody's cabin?" Carol asked, once again stunned by Betty's confession.
"We did a hell of a lot more than that, Carol," Bill said quietly. "And it was fucking wonderful."
"Like... like what?" Carol asked, afraid of the answer, but dying to hear it.
"We swapped spouses, Carol," Betty said. "You know? Wife swapping... Swinging...."
"In other words, Carol," Bill continued for his wife. "I watched while other men fucked Betty, and I fucked their wives while they were fucking her. It was fantastic."
"Oh God, no!" Carol gasped. "How... how COULD you? How could you let your wife fu... I mean, make love to another man? And you WATCHED her doing it?"
"Damn right, kid. Made my cock a hell of a lot harder than it is right now, too," Bill said, drawing Carol's attention to his once again rock hard prick. The head of his cock was poking out over the top of the elastic edge of the suit again, and this time he made no attempt to try to hide it.
"Jesus, Bill, you look like you're about ready to come," Betty laughed.
"Well fuck, I am. What do you expect, babe? You bring this gorgeous, YOUNG, perfect hard body here... dress her in a thin robe with nothing under it but her tits, ass, and pussy, and you expect this not to get hard?" Bill said, reaching down inside his suit to grasp his cock, squeezing it, suddenly bringing it out of his suit for them both to see. Carol knew she had to do something... knew if she didn't get out of there that very moment she would explode from the nasty thoughts running through her mind, but she was unable to move. Bill was removing his suit now, stepping out of it, walking slowly toward her. Suddenly aware that her robe had fallen open, Carol noticed that her naked tits were on display for him, but suddenly she no longer cared. She was mesmerized by the huge cock. She'd never seen anything like it, and when he quietly offered it to her lips, she opened her mouth and let him slide the cock inside.
For the first time in her life, she was kissing a cock. Although Art had asked her to do it to him a few times, she had angrily refused, saying she wasn't "that kind of girl." But now she was, and the feelings that swept over her as she sucked the huge cock were so powerful, so exciting, she suddenly felt herself coming.
"Oh Godddddd!" she gasped, unable to stop her fingers from reaching down between her thighs, unable to stop them as they began rubbing her swollen clit, unable to stop the waves of ecstasy that swept over her as her orgasm began rocking her body. "Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh...." she moaned, repeatedly. Somehow, the waves of pleasure just kept on coming, and as they did, something inside Carol snapped. She grasped the cock, jerking it off as she sucked it, suddenly wanting it to come, to splash hot cum all over her mouth and lips and face.
"Jesus, she's like a vacuum sweeper. God DAMN what a hot cocksucker," Bill groaned, feeling his cum bubbling up from his balls, feeling it suddenly shooting out the end of his cock and into Carol's mouth.
"OH YES, DO IT, FUCK ME, FUCK MY MOUTH... COME ALL O V E R MEEEEEEE!" Carol screamed, pulling the cock from her mouth, letting spurt after spurt of hot cum splash onto her lips and cheeks and chin and tits, until finally, the cock stopped shooting. She put it back in her mouth, then, sucking lovingly, slowly, tasting his cum, until finally he begged her to let him go... to release him from her eager, sucking mouth.
Carol lay back in the kitchen chair, exhausted, totally spent, her legs wantonly spread, displaying her open, wet cunt as the cum ran down her chin and onto her shoulders. She knew what had just happened could never be repeated if she wanted to save her marriage, yet in a strange, perverted way, she did want it to happen again. Over and over again. And she wanted something else, too. She wanted to feel that enormous cock filling her tight, young pussy. She wanted Bill to... to FUCK her, and she knew, now that she'd begun to think about it, now that the thought had been planted in her brain, that somehow she would just have to make it happen....
Sighing again, Carol remembered how exciting their honeymoon had been. Always a good girl, Carol had managed somehow to remain a virgin until their wedding night, and she was so happy she had. The honeymoon, especially that first night, was everything she'd dreamed it would be. She adored having guilt free sex with her loving husband. Art had taken his time with her, not forcing himself on her until she was ready. It had hurt, at first, when he'd broken through her virgin cherry, but after that, and for the remainder of the week, sex had been glorious... wonderful... incredibly exciting.
And then the honeymoon ended. Art went back to work, traveling frequently, away from home for two or three days at a time while Carol was left with little more to do than watch TV soap operas or read romance novels, her favorites. Now that she'd experienced the real joys of sex, it was hard to go without it. Their lovemaking had awakened something deep inside her, and now that she knew how much fun "fucking" was, she wanted it all the time. With Art gone so much she'd even taken lately to resuming masturbating, something that made her feel immensely guilty afterward, as though she were cheating on Art somehow. But she just couldn't help it. Could she? And lately she kept getting these terribly naughty urges, especially when she masturbated, to do nasty things for excitement.
Like right now. The sudden wave of horniness that overtook Carol shocked her. She had reached the dimly lit laundry room, and was emptying out their dirty clothes when one of Art's soiled jock straps fell into her hands. Carol studied it, then, looking around to make sure no one else was there watching her, slowly brought the smelly jock up to her nose. She inhaled, deeply, letting the strong, acrid scent of Art's ball sweat jolt her senses. Suddenly her pussy was wet, very wet, and she had an intense desire to masturbate right there in the laundry room. Somehow, she managed to fight off the sensation, but when Art got home she was going to attack him. They hadn't fucked all weekend long, and she just HAD to have it soon or she'd go crazy.
"Hi babe, what's for dinner?" Art asked, breezing into the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge. God he was handsome, his tall, lean athletic body glowing with a coating of sweat over his dark, even tan. She loved him so much, yet it seemed as though he hardly noticed her any more.
"Art, do you still think I'm pretty?" Carol asked, brushing back the locks of her long, curly blond hair from her face. She knew she didn't have breasts as big as Art liked, but she did have a great body, with lush thighs, great legs, and a terrific, tight ass to go with her sexy bedroom eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips. She also knew a lot of other men noticed her, even if Art didn't these days. Sometimes when she went out to read by the apartment complex pool she felt men staring at her, and although it made her feel guilty, she did have to admit it turned her on. Sometimes, in fact, it turned her on so much she would "accidentally" give the men a glimpse of her young, naked breasts by leaning down under the pretense of picking up her suntan lotion or something. causing her bikini top fell away from her tits and expose them. Lately Carol found herself doing things like that quite often, and it bothered her enormously, but her urges to do things like that were so st! rong she couldn't resist them.
"Pretty?" Art asked, confused. "Well, sure, babe. Of course I do," he answered.
"Then why don't you pay more attention to me, sweetheart?" Carol purred, sliding up next to her husband, feeling the heat from his sweaty body.
"Geez, Carol, I do. All the time. Didn't I just buy you that nice flower vase you were asking for?" Art said, sounding hurt.
"Well yes, baby, you did, but I'm talking about... well... you know... sex," Carol said, the strong masculine scent from Art's body turning her on. She felt her pussy growing damp, and her nipples suddenly seemed to be made of steel. Although she had smallish breasts, barely filling her 34B cup bra, she did have nice large nipples, something Art had always said he loved.
"Oh baby, hey, look, you know I love you, but jeez, Carol, we had to go three sets, with tie breakers in all three before we finally won. I'm just too fucking tired to fuck today, babe," Art grinned.
"Oh Art, please. I wish you wouldn't use that kind of language in front of me. You know I don't like it," Carol scowled.
"What, fuck? Well shit, Carol, I thought that's what you were talking about. Wasn't it?" Art asked, confused again.
"YES, Art, it is what I was talking about, but you don't have to be so crude about it. Oh never mind," Carol said, turning her back on him, walking over to the counter where she was preparing dinner.
"Geez, what's gotten into you lately," Art mumbled, leaving to take his shower.
"Not much," Carol whispered to herself. "Not much at all."
It was the next morning, a blue Monday, and Art had left for another three day business trip, trying as best he could to earn a living for them as an industrial products salesman. He earned a good living for his age, 22, but still, Carol missed him desperately when he was away.
"Might as well go sit by the pool again," she groused, pulling on her pink bikini, then grabbing her book bag containing her latest romance novel, sun tan oil, sun glasses and towel. It was a beautiful day, and she noticed that the pool was a little more crowded today than usual, especially for a Monday morning.
Selecting a chaise lounge chair near the deep end of the pool, away from the kiddies, Carol laid out her towel across the chair, then proceeded to put sun screen on her arms, legs, and stomach. As she rubbed the warm oil into her body, Carol felt the urge to reach down inside her bikini bottom and touch herself. Of course, she couldn't, but the urge was strong, and she knew she was going to have to masturbate when she went back inside. Perhaps because she was daydreaming about what it was going to feel like when she touched herself, his voice was doubly startling to her when it interrupted her thoughts.
"Need some help with that?" the man asked. Carol jumped, and he laughed, apologizing for scaring her.
"I... I didn't hear you sit down," Carol blushed, embarrassed. He was much older than she or Art, perhaps in his mid-forties, but still quite handsome, with a well toned body, rugged good looks, and friendly smile.
"Sorry I startled you," he said. "My name's Bill. And here comes my wife, Betty."
Carol looked up at the striking brunette as she approached. She was beautiful, with the kind of body Art adored... large breasts, firm stomach, nice legs, and with full but not overly plump ass. The kind of woman Art said "had some meat on her bones." God how she hated that expression, like a woman was some kind of cow or something.
"Hello. I'm Betty. I see you've met Romeo here," she grinned, slapping her husband playfully. "Don't come on to her too strong just yet, darling. At least wait until you know her a little, okay, Bill?" she grinned. "He's incorrigible," Betty said. "I think his cock gets hard every time he sees a young blonde, especially one as pretty as you."
Carol was stunned. How could a perfect stranger talk like that to someone she'd just met, and in front of her own husband, no less. Trying to recover from her shocked reaction, Carol stammered, "Oh he... he wasn't... ah... coming on to me. He was just being polite."
"Yeah, sure," Betty smirked, winking at Carol. "He's a real gentleman, aren't you, sweetie," she said, stretching across Bill's thigh, suddenly leaning down to bite him playfully on the thigh just inches from his cock.
"Hey, cut that out. That's NOT what I mean when I tell you to eat me, you little witch," Bill laughed.
Suddenly Carol felt her face turning crimson. When Betty had leaned over her husband, Carol naturally looked down to where she was playfully nibbling on her husband's thigh, but instead of seeing his thigh, what she saw was a huge bulge, clearly his cock, encased in the skimpiest pair of satin Speedo briefs she'd ever seen. Bill noticed her staring at his cock, and shifted uncomfortably before actually reaching down inside his swim suit to reposition the monster so it seemed to run all the way up the length of his suit toward his navel.
"Will you stop playing with that thing!" Betty teased again. "God! Men! Can't take them anywhere without them embarrassing you, right, Carol?"
"I... I... ah, yes, that's right," she mumbled, quickly turning her gaze away from the obviously semi-erect cock in Bill's swim suit.
"I guess you haven't lived here too long, huh?" Betty asked. "We've been away. We love to travel, and just got back from an extended around the world cruise. God what a fun trip," Betty sighed.
"Wow! That's quite a cruise. Something like that must cost a fortune," Carol said. Then, immediately apologizing, added, "I... I didn't mean to pry. It's just that-"
"Hey, no problem," Bill said. "You're looking at one of Georgia's few and far between big time lottery winners. We hit it pretty lucky, so I sold my business, and now I'm retired. And do we ever love it, don't we, dear," Bill said, leaning back, stretching his arms above his head. Carol found herself once again stealing a quick peek at his huge cock, and the instant she looked at it again, suddenly her pussy was flooded with hot juice. To make matters worse, when she looked up at Betty, Betty was staring at her. She'd seen Carol looking at Bill's cock. Mortified, Carol felt her face turning crimson.
"Bill bought this scandalous suit on the cruise ship. All the Europeans wear them, but around here we don't see too many like it. I told him not to wear it out here, but I believe his exact words were something like, 'fuck it - it they don't want to see my dick, they don't have to look at it.' Or something like that." Grinning at Carol's obvious discomfort, Betty continued, "Oh, dear, I've embarrassed you, haven't I, Carol. I'm sorry. I guess on the cruise we became accustomed to saying pretty much anything that was on our minds."
"And doing it, too," Bill smirked. "Jesus, what a fucking orgy cruise," he sighed, again casually reaching down to scratch his monstrous cock. "Ahh, well... it's over now, but Jesus did we have a blast, right babe?" he grinned.
"Bill. Shut up," Betty said, pretending to scowl. Then, turning to Carol, she said, "Carol... be a dear and help me put this oil on my back, okay?" Handing Carol the bottle of suntan oil, Betty pulled the straps of her bikini top down over her shoulders. Her huge tits seemed to remain suspended where they were, as though they were made of plastic or something. Then Carol realized they just might be artificial. She'd heard of implants, of course, but had never known anyone to have done something like that. But still... she couldn't help staring at Betty's bulbous breasts, and when some of oil spilled down over Betty's shoulders, without thinking Carol reached down and rubbed it into the upper part of Betty's tits. My God... they WERE silicone implants. Then, realizing she was massaging oil into Betty's tits, Carol jerked her hand away, almost as though she had touched a hot stove.
Laughing, Betty said, "In case you're wondering, yes, you're right. They're implants. Bill has always liked large tits, and when we won the lottery I decided to do something about it."
"It worked, too, didn't it, babe," Bill grinned proudly. "Betty was the hit of the cruise, especially when she went topless."
"Topless? I... you mean--" Carol stammered.
"Yes, darling. Topless," Betty cooed. "Have you ever done it, Carol? The first time is such a wonderful feeling. To lie on your back, half naked, in front of what feels like the entire world, with everyone looking at your naked tits. God it made me hot. Frankly, I loved it," Betty sighed. "Wish we could do it around here, too," she added.
"I wish Carol would," Bill teased. "From what I can see of her she's got perfect breasts. Ahhh, youth. Must be nice," Bill said, closing his eyes before Carol could respond.
Her pussy was positively boiling now, and she knew she had to do something about it or she would actually come right in front of these strangers. Getting up, she said something about cooling off, walking quickly to the edge of the pool, where she dove in, swimming the entire length of the pool underwater before swimming back again in a slow, perfect Australian crawl. When she returned to her chaise chair, Betty said, "You're a wonderful athlete, Carol. Quite the swimmer. Is that how you keep that young body of yours so perfectly toned?"
"I... I guess so," Carol said, blushing again. My God, she'd just climbed out of the cool water, and already she was getting hot again, and to make matters worse, she knew the water had made her large nipples hard. Bill was staring at them, and out of the corner of her eye Carol saw his cock suddenly twitch, then begin to grow hard. She turned to stare at it, unable to keep from looking at it as it grew slowly in Bill's suit. She knew she mustn't look at it any longer, but she was totally powerless to turn away. She was fascinated by not only the length of the huge cock, but by the width of it as well.
Watching as the young housewife stared at his growing cock, Bill again reached down inside his suit to adjust it, only now it was so large the large head of his cock began to poke out over the top of the suit. "Jesus, sorry, Carol. I guess I shouldn't wear this suit around beautiful young women with big nipples. I can't help it, but you've really turned me on. Guess you better hand me a towel to cover up with, Betty," Bill said reluctantly.
"NO! I... I mean... it's my fault for staring at you. Don't... you... you don't have to cover up because of me. I... I'll try not to stare at it. I mean at you," Carol stammered again, so hot now she just HAD to squeeze her thighs together, over and over, slowly, the intense feelings of unexplored sexuality so powerful now she couldn't deny them. She'd felt urges to do nasty things before, of course, especially lately, but never any as strong as this. And Bill's wife didn't even seem to mind that her husband was letting another women see the tip of his naked cock. Carol was confused... hot... and unsure of how to handle the situation.
"I think we've had enough sun for a while," Betty said. "Carol, why don't you come over and join us for lunch. You're all alone, aren't you?"
"Yes," Carol breathed, trying to come up with an excuse to avoid joining them. She just HAD to go home and masturbate. She HAD to, or she'd go MAD! "But I-"
"No buts about it, honey. You're coming with us. We have some delicious cold crab and lobster, and I'll whip up a salad that you'll want to die for," Betty said, getting up, gathering up their things. "Come on. Won't take no for an answer, will we, Bill."
"No way, Jose," he laughed. "Guess you'll find out sooner or later, Carol, but when Betty makes up her mind to something, you might as well pack your tent and give in. Come on. I'll open a bottle of wine for lunch. I found the most delicious Chardonney this week, and I've been looking for an excuse to open it."
Without wanting to, Carol found herself tagging along with Bill and Betty, following them into their luxuriously appointed condo. It was much larger than the one Carol and Art were living in, and Carol admired the beautiful artifacts that filled the place.
"Come on out in the kitchen," Betty said. Carol did, and in minutes found herself sipping the deliciously dry, nut and honey flavored crisp white wine Bill had poured for her.
"Hmmm. This IS good," Carol said, enjoying the effects the wine was having on her empty stomach.
"Carol, why don't you take off that wet suit. You'll catch a chill sure as anything," Betty said. "Come with me. I'll get you a robe to put on." Again, against her will, but unable to find any way to resist, the young blonde found herself following the older brunette into the bedroom, where Betty handed Carol a short, thin satin robe to wear. The robe was a very sexy shocking pink in color, and as soon as she handed it to Carol, Betty started to disrobe in front of the younger woman.
"Don't mind me, sweetie," she said as she peeled off her bikini, revealing the huge silicone breasts. "I'm not shy, so you don't have to worry about it either. Go ahead now. Take off that wet suit." As she spoke, Betty began to remove the lower part of her bikini pulling it slowly down over her thighs, then her knees, stepping out of it as Carol watched, stunned. She couldn't ever remember seeing another woman totally naked before, and when she saw Betty's totally bare, shaved cunt, she gasped.
"Oh my!"
Laughing, Betty said, "Yeah, I know. It's a stupid thing to do. Itches like hell a lot of the time, but Bill likes me smooth. Says it makes it more fun to eat me that way. Go on, Carol. Get undressed now, and put that robe on. I'm hungry. Let's go eat."
Fumbling nervously for the tie behind her suit, Carol heard Betty saying, "Here, let me help you." The next thing she knew, Betty was standing behind her, untying Carol's top, then removing it. My God, she's undressing me, and I'm allowing it, Carol thought to herself as she felt the wet top being pulled from her body. Then she felt Betty's fingers untyping the bows at the sides of Carol's bikini, and felt the bottom of her suit disappearing as well. Naked, and shivering, Carol quickly pulled on the satin robe, aware that it made her already erect nipples seem to stand out even more.
"You're beautiful, Carol. Do you know that?" Betty breathed in Carol's ear. "God you're beautiful." Carol felt Betty lean forward, felt her warm breath on Carol's neck. And then her lips. Betty kissed Carol's neck, softly, tenderly, for just a moment, and then was tugging Carol's hand, pulling her toward the kitchen.
"Lunch time," Betty sang out, as Carol followed, her pussy filled with a raging, molten heat the likes of which she'd never know before.
In the kitchen, Bill was still wearing the scandalous bikini, but his cock had softened. Was that a wet spot where the tip of his cock was touching the suit, Carol wondered, staring at the thick cock again. It was! His cock had leaked a little pre-cum juice out of it, and it made the front of his suit glisten obscenely. It also made Carol's pussy incredibly wet, so wet, she had to sit down before it began running out of her pussy and down her legs. Her heart was beating like never before, and somehow Carol sensed her life was about to change.
Lunch was delightful. The seafood salad was delicious, and after Carol's third glass of the wonderful wine, she was feeling giddy. She was also beginning to feel awfully uninhibited.
"So did you go topless on shipboard, too?" Carol asked, grinning happily.
Bill and Betty looked at each other for a moment. Then Betty said, "Well... I didn't on deck. But during some of the parties in the cabins things got a little wild and we did there a few times."
"You... you mean you... you took off your top at a party in somebody's cabin?" Carol asked, once again stunned by Betty's confession.
"We did a hell of a lot more than that, Carol," Bill said quietly. "And it was fucking wonderful."
"Like... like what?" Carol asked, afraid of the answer, but dying to hear it.
"We swapped spouses, Carol," Betty said. "You know? Wife swapping... Swinging...."
"In other words, Carol," Bill continued for his wife. "I watched while other men fucked Betty, and I fucked their wives while they were fucking her. It was fantastic."
"Oh God, no!" Carol gasped. "How... how COULD you? How could you let your wife fu... I mean, make love to another man? And you WATCHED her doing it?"
"Damn right, kid. Made my cock a hell of a lot harder than it is right now, too," Bill said, drawing Carol's attention to his once again rock hard prick. The head of his cock was poking out over the top of the elastic edge of the suit again, and this time he made no attempt to try to hide it.
"Jesus, Bill, you look like you're about ready to come," Betty laughed.
"Well fuck, I am. What do you expect, babe? You bring this gorgeous, YOUNG, perfect hard body here... dress her in a thin robe with nothing under it but her tits, ass, and pussy, and you expect this not to get hard?" Bill said, reaching down inside his suit to grasp his cock, squeezing it, suddenly bringing it out of his suit for them both to see. Carol knew she had to do something... knew if she didn't get out of there that very moment she would explode from the nasty thoughts running through her mind, but she was unable to move. Bill was removing his suit now, stepping out of it, walking slowly toward her. Suddenly aware that her robe had fallen open, Carol noticed that her naked tits were on display for him, but suddenly she no longer cared. She was mesmerized by the huge cock. She'd never seen anything like it, and when he quietly offered it to her lips, she opened her mouth and let him slide the cock inside.
For the first time in her life, she was kissing a cock. Although Art had asked her to do it to him a few times, she had angrily refused, saying she wasn't "that kind of girl." But now she was, and the feelings that swept over her as she sucked the huge cock were so powerful, so exciting, she suddenly felt herself coming.
"Oh Godddddd!" she gasped, unable to stop her fingers from reaching down between her thighs, unable to stop them as they began rubbing her swollen clit, unable to stop the waves of ecstasy that swept over her as her orgasm began rocking her body. "Ohhh... ohhh... ohhh...." she moaned, repeatedly. Somehow, the waves of pleasure just kept on coming, and as they did, something inside Carol snapped. She grasped the cock, jerking it off as she sucked it, suddenly wanting it to come, to splash hot cum all over her mouth and lips and face.
"Jesus, she's like a vacuum sweeper. God DAMN what a hot cocksucker," Bill groaned, feeling his cum bubbling up from his balls, feeling it suddenly shooting out the end of his cock and into Carol's mouth.
"OH YES, DO IT, FUCK ME, FUCK MY MOUTH... COME ALL O V E R MEEEEEEE!" Carol screamed, pulling the cock from her mouth, letting spurt after spurt of hot cum splash onto her lips and cheeks and chin and tits, until finally, the cock stopped shooting. She put it back in her mouth, then, sucking lovingly, slowly, tasting his cum, until finally he begged her to let him go... to release him from her eager, sucking mouth.
Carol lay back in the kitchen chair, exhausted, totally spent, her legs wantonly spread, displaying her open, wet cunt as the cum ran down her chin and onto her shoulders. She knew what had just happened could never be repeated if she wanted to save her marriage, yet in a strange, perverted way, she did want it to happen again. Over and over again. And she wanted something else, too. She wanted to feel that enormous cock filling her tight, young pussy. She wanted Bill to... to FUCK her, and she knew, now that she'd begun to think about it, now that the thought had been planted in her brain, that somehow she would just have to make it happen....
Chapter 02
Afterward, after Bill had gone in to take a shower, leaving Carol alone with Betty in the kitchen, Carol began to feel the guilt she always felt after masturbating, on this time the guilt was much greater. Had she really sucked off a strange man's cock? And let it splatter cum all over her face, actually BEGGING for it? Yes. She had, and there was no going back.
Sensing her new friends guilt, Betty said, "Carol, what you did was nothing more than carrying out your normal, youthful sexual urges. It isn't like you've gone out and had a love affair with another man. What you did is nothing more than what Bill and I like to call 'Sport Fucking.'"
"Sport fu... fucking?" Carol asked, incredulous.
"Yes, only you didn't even fuck. You only licked my husband's cock a little, and let him come on your face. Oh yes, and in your mouth. A little. It's no more significant than playing a round of tennis or golf with another man. Carol, darling, don't even worry about it."
"I doubt Art would see it that way," she said, worrying about what would happen if her husband ever found out what she'd done.
"Well what if Art did something like that with another woman? What if Art let another woman suck his cock, or fuck him. Would that bother you, if you both knew about it and agreed to it?" Betty asked.
"AGREED to it? Betty, what's the sense of being married if... if you and your husband fu... make love to other people?" Carol asked.
"But don't you see, Carol? That's just the point. We DON'T make love to other people. We FUCK with them, Carol. Say it. Say the word. Say FUCK. Fuck fuck fuck! It has nothing to do with love. It's sex. That's all, Carol. Nothing more than hot, exciting, nasty, cum splashing sex. It definitely is NOT love. Or making love. Do you see the difference, dear?"
"I... I don't know. I don't know anything anymore," Carol said, her eyes filling with tears.
"Oh Carol, stop, please," Betty said, moving next to the young blonde, taking Carol in her arms, pulling her to her feet, hugging her, the large, firm tits of the older woman pressing nakedly against the softer upturned breasts of the young blonde. "It's just sex, Carol. Nothing more. And you loved it. I know you did. And something tells me you wouldn't mind if Bill DID fuck you. Would you, Carol? You've been thinking about what it would feel like to have my husband's big dick shoved up this tight little almost virgin twat, haven't you, baby?" Betty said, reaching down to cup her fingers over Carol's wet cunt.
"Betty, STOP! What are you DOING?" Carol gasped, trying to pull back, feeling the sensation of Betty's fingers like an electric shock on her clitoris.
"Haven't you ever fooled around with another woman, Carol? A roommate, perhaps... a close friend... a sister, or a stranger you meet on an airplane?" Betty was still pressed against Carol, the shorter woman's full tits rubbing back and forth across Carol's ultra-sensitive nipples.
"Noooo!" Carol groaned, feeling the heat building in her pussy again. "Stop! Oh stop, pleaseeeee," she pleaded.
"I'll stop if you tell me the correct answer to this question," Betty said, sliding down Carol's body, kneeling before the young wife. "If you can truthfully tell me this doesn't feel good, I'll stop," she continued, leaning forward before Carol could stop her. Instantly, Carol felt the softness of Betty's tongue and lips on her swollen clit. All will power, along with her meek resistance, faded.
"Oh Godddddd!" Carol moaned, unable to stop her legs from parting, from spreading wider open, encouraging Betty, allowing her more room to slide between them. Betty's tongue was like a little magic cock, slipping and sliding over Carol's oily slit, driving Carol crazy with desire.
"Should I stop, darling?" Carol murmured from the depths of Carol's cunt.
"Oh God DAMN you, Betty. You know damn well I can't ask you to stop. It feels so... I... nothing... nothing I've ever experienced felt this good. I... I've never been... eaten... before," Carol gasped, humping her ass forward now, as though she were trying to do some kind of erotic limbo dance, grinding her wet cunt against Betty's face, rubbing her clit as best she could against Betty's lips and wonderful tongue. Grasping the back of Betty's head, Carol pulled it against her spread cunt, begging her to continue eating her.
"Yes... yes... YESSSSS OHHHHH GODDDDDD, BETTY... EAT ME... SUCK ME... SUCK MY CUNTTTTTTTT!" Carol screamed, coming with such a vengeance she almost toppled over on top of Betty.
Betty rose, slowly, from Carol's slick cunt. "I think you are one of the hottest women I've ever known," Betty said. "Kiss me, Carol. Taste yourself on my lips, my chin, my tongue. Taste the sweet sour sauce your pussy drained all over my face, Carol. Do it. KISS ME!" Betty snapped, pulling Carol's head roughly toward the older woman's waiting mouth.
Carol felt their lips touching. The obvious fragrance of a randy, hot pussy filled her nostrils, causing them to flare uncontrollably, as though someone had just held an open bottle of ammonia beneath them, only this wasn't ammonia... this scent was clearly pussy. As the two women began to kiss, Betty reached out to feel Carol's breasts, squeezing them, fondling them lovingly. Tentatively, Carol did the same to Betty, touching the older woman's firm tits, sensing how different they were from her own. I wonder if Art would like me better if I had tits like this, Carol wondered.
Breaking the kiss, Betty said, "Let's go into the bedroom. Bill should be finished with his shower by now. I want to eat you again, while he fucks you."
"Oh God, Betty... I... I can't. I just can't let him do that to me," Carol said, hoping Betty wouldn't accept her answer. Deep inside Carol knew what Betty had just suggested was exactly what Carol wanted to have happen to her.
"Nonsense, Carol. Don't be a silly ninny. Now come with me. We're going to have such fun together, the four of us." Turning, she led Carol back to the bedroom again, leaving her to speculate on what she meant by "the four of us...."
"Darling," Betty said, looking at Bill as he finished toweling off, his naked body tan and hard, while his soft cock hung loosely between his legs. "Do you think you might be able to get hard again for this?" Betty asked, stripping the robe from Carol's body, leaving her totally naked in front of the naked man staring at her.
"God you're lovely," Bill said, gazing at Carol's youthful good looks. Carol's hair hung down over her shoulders, straight, blond, still wet at the tips. Her cunt was a tawny brown, slightly darker than Carol's sun-bleached long blond hair, and once again Carol's large nipples were sticking out proudly, excited, erect.
"She wants you to fuck her, don't you, Carol?" Betty said. "Tell him, darling. Tell my husband how badly you want to feel his big cock up inside your wet pussy. This pussy," Betty said softly, reaching down to spread the lips of Carol's wet cunt apart, sliding the fingers up inside the young wife, fucking her slowly with the two fingers.
"Ohhhhh," Carol gasped, bending over slightly, as Betty's fingers invaded Carol's moist, tight young pussy.
"Tell him, Carol. Say it. Say 'I want you to fuck me with your big cock while your wife eats my pussy.' Tell him, Carol. DO IT!"
"OKAY!" Carol said. "I... I do. I want... I want you to... to fu-to fuck me... to FUCK ME... with your big COCK... while... while your wife eats my... my... my NASTY, WET PUSSYYYYYY!" Carol screamed, coming again as Betty's fingers plunged in and out of the young girl's cunt.
"Let's get on the bed," Bill suggested, walking over to the two women, leading them to the bed. Together the older couple helped position Carol's nude body on the bed. Bill was semi-erect again now, watching as his wife ate Carol's pussy, getting her ready for him, for his cock. My God she's a beautiful young thing, Bill thought as he watched Carol's blue eyes fluttering with excitement as Betty ate Carol's eager, wet cunt. "Sorry, darling, but I have to taste some of that myself, if you don't mind," Bill said, gently moving Betty away from Carol's cunt. "Why don't you offer her some of yours while I eat her," Bill suggested, crawling up between Carol's legs, the sweet scent from the young girl's pussy wafting into his nose.
"Hmmm. Good idea, darling. I think she might be ready for it now," Betty said, licking her way up Carol's body, dipping a tongue into Carol's navel, then sliding it further, up to Carol's erect nipples, where Betty stopped to nibble and suck the extended nips. Then Betty straightened, crawling up over Carol's tits, moving slowly now, letting Carol watch as Betty's shaved, naked cunt drew closer... and closer... and closer to Carol's mouth.
Carol was moaning continuously now, making little mewing sounds, little cries, squeals, fuck noises as Bill's experienced tongue worked its magic on Carol's young pussy. She would do anything now... anything they asked. She knew she would. She wanted to... wanted to please them, as they were pleasing her, filling her with excitement beyond anything she ever thought possible.
"I want you to eat me now, darling," Betty was saying. Carol nodded, moaning, mumbling softly, "anything... anything... anything...."
Betty lowered her cunt onto Carol's face, twisting around so she was facing her husband now. Carol cried out as the wet pussy made contact with her face. The overwhelming enormity of it all suddenly got to her, filling her with the most intense sexual sensations she'd ever experienced. Opening her mouth, she stuck her tongue as far up inside Betty's pussy as she could, wanting to taste her juices, wanting to please this incredible woman, this woman who had already opened doors to experiences and sensations Carol never knew existed.
"Fuck her now, Bill. Crawl up her body and fuck her. I want to see your cock sliding in her pussy while she eats me," Betty growled, her eyes half shut, her body twitching as Carol's tongue continued to probe and lick the inside of Betty's cunt, eagerly, willingly.
Betty watched as Bill moved up from the young wife's pussy, his cock hard, drooping slightly from the weight of the long shaft. Good, Betty thought. He's excited again. She's going to go crazy when he fills her with his cock. God how I love this man... and how I love our life, Betty thought, reaching down to spread the lips of her pussy wider apart, lowering herself further down onto Carol's lapping, probing tongue.
Bill grinned at Betty, then leaned forward, positioning his cock at the opening of Carol's tight young pussy. She was so wet the head of the huge cock slipped inside the entrance to Carol's cunt easily, but then her clinging, tight young cunt grabbed the huge cock, capturing it, refusing to let it go in any deeper.
"I'm going to need something," Bill said. Carol was crying deliriously, almost out of her mind with pleasure from feeling Bill's cock entering her, and when he pulled out she screamed from beneath Betty's cunt... "NOOOOO! DON'T STOPPPPPP!"
"I'll be right back, baby. Don't worry," Bill said, moving off the bed quickly, walking over to a small dresser next to the bed. Opening a drawer, he took out a bottle of lubricant, then returned to Carol's pussy. Tipping the bottle upside down, he squeezed it, letting the lubricant fill the entrance to Carol's cunt. Then he moved quickly again, reentering her cunt with his cock, sliding it in deeper now, then deeper still.
Carol screamed. Never in her life had she felt like this. It was as though someone was trying to push a baseball bat into her pussy, yet this bat was smooth, like wet velvet, filling her, stretching her young cunt as nothing ever had before. Betty slid off Carol's face so they both could watch the beautiful young girl's expressions as Bill fucked her.
"Oh Goddddd!" Carol sighed, moaning continuously now, gurgling uncontrollably. Spit was drooling from the corners of her mouth. Her blue eyes were clenched tightly shut, and she was tugging on her nipples, pulling them, stretching them as Bill's cock continued to move ever so slowly deeper and deeper into Carol's tight, youthful pussy.
"My GOD, Betty, she's the tightest cunt I've ever fucked. I don't believe how tight her pussy is," Bill gasped, pushing again, boring his cock slowly into her, deeper and deeper. With each new thrust Carol cried out, moaning, twitching violently.
"Oh God I'm cominggggg, I'm comingggggg, I'm comingggggg," she cried, over and over, continuously.
"THERE!" Bill gasped. "I'm in her as deeply as I can go." He was sweating, fighting to keep from coming as Carol's vice-like grip on his cock held him more firmly than he'd ever been held before. "Her pussy is tighter than an asshole," he groaned, moving out an inch or two, then sliding back inside again, feeling Carol's cunt ever so slowly becoming more and more lubricated. Still, the friction against his cock was incredible. As his excitement mounted, he began to fuck faster, and as he fucked her, Carol's moans turned to screams of joy.
"Oh GOD YESSS YESSSSS YESSSS YESSSSSS!" she screamed, crying, sobbing with joy.
"I'm... going... to... comeeeeee!" Bill groaned, pumping forward roughly, no longer trying to be gentle. He was fucking Carol now, ****** her, holding nothing back, her screams of joy and the look of intense lust on her beautiful young face turning him on like nothing he'd ever experienced before. "Here... it... COMESSSSSS!" he shrieked, pushing against Carol's small frame, driving his cock deeply inside her tight wet pussy as far as he could, then leaving it there as his cock began to fill the young wife with spurt after spurt of hot cum.
"AIEEEEEEEE OH GOD OH GOD OH GODDDDDD AHHHH UGHHHHH UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HE'S... KILLING... MEEEEEEEEE! I... LOVEEEEEEEEEE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" Carol screeched, twisting and turning beneath Bill's body, clawing at his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, fists pounding his back, beating him, biting his shoulder as the most enormously powerful orgasm of her life slammed into her, the waves of pleasure only moments before seeming like water in a bathtub versus a hurricane in comparison to the pleasure Bill's orgasm was creating in her body now. Carol gasped, fighting to breathe, not sure whether she was doing it or not. Her entire body felt as though it was breaking out in a case of hives... her skin itched... burned... her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she wondered if it might burst... her eyes rolled in her head uncontrollably, and at the height of her orgasm she felt as though she were pissing, not sure whether she was or not.
"Jesus Christ!" Betty laughed, leaning down, kissing Carol gently on the lips. "I think you liked that, little one," Betty teased.
"Oh FUCK!" Carol moaned, her body covered in sweat, some of it running down into her eyes, burning them. Betty used a tissue to wipe the sweat from Carol's eyes, then kissed the young girl again. Carol grinned, finally coming back down to earth from her enormous sexual high.
Slowly, Bill began to withdraw his cock from Carol's cunt. "NOOOOO!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around his waist again, her scissor hold grabbing him so tightly he couldn't move. Bill laughed, then leaned down and kissed her, first on the lips, then on the tip of her nose.
"I've never... I...." Carol began.
"Yeah. I know," Bill grinned. "Me either. You're unbelievable. Hasn't anybody ever fucked you before? You've got the tightest pussy I've ever felt, on anyone, ever."
"I haven't had much experience," Carol admitted shyly. I was a virgin when I got married, and Art doesn't... we don't... fuck... as much as I'd like."
"Well any time you want a repeat performance with me, baby, you just come on over and I'll be waiting for you," Bill grinned.
"And so will I, darling," Betty smiled, leaning down, kissing Carol softly. "So will I...."
Sensing her new friends guilt, Betty said, "Carol, what you did was nothing more than carrying out your normal, youthful sexual urges. It isn't like you've gone out and had a love affair with another man. What you did is nothing more than what Bill and I like to call 'Sport Fucking.'"
"Sport fu... fucking?" Carol asked, incredulous.
"Yes, only you didn't even fuck. You only licked my husband's cock a little, and let him come on your face. Oh yes, and in your mouth. A little. It's no more significant than playing a round of tennis or golf with another man. Carol, darling, don't even worry about it."
"I doubt Art would see it that way," she said, worrying about what would happen if her husband ever found out what she'd done.
"Well what if Art did something like that with another woman? What if Art let another woman suck his cock, or fuck him. Would that bother you, if you both knew about it and agreed to it?" Betty asked.
"AGREED to it? Betty, what's the sense of being married if... if you and your husband fu... make love to other people?" Carol asked.
"But don't you see, Carol? That's just the point. We DON'T make love to other people. We FUCK with them, Carol. Say it. Say the word. Say FUCK. Fuck fuck fuck! It has nothing to do with love. It's sex. That's all, Carol. Nothing more than hot, exciting, nasty, cum splashing sex. It definitely is NOT love. Or making love. Do you see the difference, dear?"
"I... I don't know. I don't know anything anymore," Carol said, her eyes filling with tears.
"Oh Carol, stop, please," Betty said, moving next to the young blonde, taking Carol in her arms, pulling her to her feet, hugging her, the large, firm tits of the older woman pressing nakedly against the softer upturned breasts of the young blonde. "It's just sex, Carol. Nothing more. And you loved it. I know you did. And something tells me you wouldn't mind if Bill DID fuck you. Would you, Carol? You've been thinking about what it would feel like to have my husband's big dick shoved up this tight little almost virgin twat, haven't you, baby?" Betty said, reaching down to cup her fingers over Carol's wet cunt.
"Betty, STOP! What are you DOING?" Carol gasped, trying to pull back, feeling the sensation of Betty's fingers like an electric shock on her clitoris.
"Haven't you ever fooled around with another woman, Carol? A roommate, perhaps... a close friend... a sister, or a stranger you meet on an airplane?" Betty was still pressed against Carol, the shorter woman's full tits rubbing back and forth across Carol's ultra-sensitive nipples.
"Noooo!" Carol groaned, feeling the heat building in her pussy again. "Stop! Oh stop, pleaseeeee," she pleaded.
"I'll stop if you tell me the correct answer to this question," Betty said, sliding down Carol's body, kneeling before the young wife. "If you can truthfully tell me this doesn't feel good, I'll stop," she continued, leaning forward before Carol could stop her. Instantly, Carol felt the softness of Betty's tongue and lips on her swollen clit. All will power, along with her meek resistance, faded.
"Oh Godddddd!" Carol moaned, unable to stop her legs from parting, from spreading wider open, encouraging Betty, allowing her more room to slide between them. Betty's tongue was like a little magic cock, slipping and sliding over Carol's oily slit, driving Carol crazy with desire.
"Should I stop, darling?" Carol murmured from the depths of Carol's cunt.
"Oh God DAMN you, Betty. You know damn well I can't ask you to stop. It feels so... I... nothing... nothing I've ever experienced felt this good. I... I've never been... eaten... before," Carol gasped, humping her ass forward now, as though she were trying to do some kind of erotic limbo dance, grinding her wet cunt against Betty's face, rubbing her clit as best she could against Betty's lips and wonderful tongue. Grasping the back of Betty's head, Carol pulled it against her spread cunt, begging her to continue eating her.
"Yes... yes... YESSSSS OHHHHH GODDDDDD, BETTY... EAT ME... SUCK ME... SUCK MY CUNTTTTTTTT!" Carol screamed, coming with such a vengeance she almost toppled over on top of Betty.
Betty rose, slowly, from Carol's slick cunt. "I think you are one of the hottest women I've ever known," Betty said. "Kiss me, Carol. Taste yourself on my lips, my chin, my tongue. Taste the sweet sour sauce your pussy drained all over my face, Carol. Do it. KISS ME!" Betty snapped, pulling Carol's head roughly toward the older woman's waiting mouth.
Carol felt their lips touching. The obvious fragrance of a randy, hot pussy filled her nostrils, causing them to flare uncontrollably, as though someone had just held an open bottle of ammonia beneath them, only this wasn't ammonia... this scent was clearly pussy. As the two women began to kiss, Betty reached out to feel Carol's breasts, squeezing them, fondling them lovingly. Tentatively, Carol did the same to Betty, touching the older woman's firm tits, sensing how different they were from her own. I wonder if Art would like me better if I had tits like this, Carol wondered.
Breaking the kiss, Betty said, "Let's go into the bedroom. Bill should be finished with his shower by now. I want to eat you again, while he fucks you."
"Oh God, Betty... I... I can't. I just can't let him do that to me," Carol said, hoping Betty wouldn't accept her answer. Deep inside Carol knew what Betty had just suggested was exactly what Carol wanted to have happen to her.
"Nonsense, Carol. Don't be a silly ninny. Now come with me. We're going to have such fun together, the four of us." Turning, she led Carol back to the bedroom again, leaving her to speculate on what she meant by "the four of us...."
"Darling," Betty said, looking at Bill as he finished toweling off, his naked body tan and hard, while his soft cock hung loosely between his legs. "Do you think you might be able to get hard again for this?" Betty asked, stripping the robe from Carol's body, leaving her totally naked in front of the naked man staring at her.
"God you're lovely," Bill said, gazing at Carol's youthful good looks. Carol's hair hung down over her shoulders, straight, blond, still wet at the tips. Her cunt was a tawny brown, slightly darker than Carol's sun-bleached long blond hair, and once again Carol's large nipples were sticking out proudly, excited, erect.
"She wants you to fuck her, don't you, Carol?" Betty said. "Tell him, darling. Tell my husband how badly you want to feel his big cock up inside your wet pussy. This pussy," Betty said softly, reaching down to spread the lips of Carol's wet cunt apart, sliding the fingers up inside the young wife, fucking her slowly with the two fingers.
"Ohhhhh," Carol gasped, bending over slightly, as Betty's fingers invaded Carol's moist, tight young pussy.
"Tell him, Carol. Say it. Say 'I want you to fuck me with your big cock while your wife eats my pussy.' Tell him, Carol. DO IT!"
"OKAY!" Carol said. "I... I do. I want... I want you to... to fu-to fuck me... to FUCK ME... with your big COCK... while... while your wife eats my... my... my NASTY, WET PUSSYYYYYY!" Carol screamed, coming again as Betty's fingers plunged in and out of the young girl's cunt.
"Let's get on the bed," Bill suggested, walking over to the two women, leading them to the bed. Together the older couple helped position Carol's nude body on the bed. Bill was semi-erect again now, watching as his wife ate Carol's pussy, getting her ready for him, for his cock. My God she's a beautiful young thing, Bill thought as he watched Carol's blue eyes fluttering with excitement as Betty ate Carol's eager, wet cunt. "Sorry, darling, but I have to taste some of that myself, if you don't mind," Bill said, gently moving Betty away from Carol's cunt. "Why don't you offer her some of yours while I eat her," Bill suggested, crawling up between Carol's legs, the sweet scent from the young girl's pussy wafting into his nose.
"Hmmm. Good idea, darling. I think she might be ready for it now," Betty said, licking her way up Carol's body, dipping a tongue into Carol's navel, then sliding it further, up to Carol's erect nipples, where Betty stopped to nibble and suck the extended nips. Then Betty straightened, crawling up over Carol's tits, moving slowly now, letting Carol watch as Betty's shaved, naked cunt drew closer... and closer... and closer to Carol's mouth.
Carol was moaning continuously now, making little mewing sounds, little cries, squeals, fuck noises as Bill's experienced tongue worked its magic on Carol's young pussy. She would do anything now... anything they asked. She knew she would. She wanted to... wanted to please them, as they were pleasing her, filling her with excitement beyond anything she ever thought possible.
"I want you to eat me now, darling," Betty was saying. Carol nodded, moaning, mumbling softly, "anything... anything... anything...."
Betty lowered her cunt onto Carol's face, twisting around so she was facing her husband now. Carol cried out as the wet pussy made contact with her face. The overwhelming enormity of it all suddenly got to her, filling her with the most intense sexual sensations she'd ever experienced. Opening her mouth, she stuck her tongue as far up inside Betty's pussy as she could, wanting to taste her juices, wanting to please this incredible woman, this woman who had already opened doors to experiences and sensations Carol never knew existed.
"Fuck her now, Bill. Crawl up her body and fuck her. I want to see your cock sliding in her pussy while she eats me," Betty growled, her eyes half shut, her body twitching as Carol's tongue continued to probe and lick the inside of Betty's cunt, eagerly, willingly.
Betty watched as Bill moved up from the young wife's pussy, his cock hard, drooping slightly from the weight of the long shaft. Good, Betty thought. He's excited again. She's going to go crazy when he fills her with his cock. God how I love this man... and how I love our life, Betty thought, reaching down to spread the lips of her pussy wider apart, lowering herself further down onto Carol's lapping, probing tongue.
Bill grinned at Betty, then leaned forward, positioning his cock at the opening of Carol's tight young pussy. She was so wet the head of the huge cock slipped inside the entrance to Carol's cunt easily, but then her clinging, tight young cunt grabbed the huge cock, capturing it, refusing to let it go in any deeper.
"I'm going to need something," Bill said. Carol was crying deliriously, almost out of her mind with pleasure from feeling Bill's cock entering her, and when he pulled out she screamed from beneath Betty's cunt... "NOOOOO! DON'T STOPPPPPP!"
"I'll be right back, baby. Don't worry," Bill said, moving off the bed quickly, walking over to a small dresser next to the bed. Opening a drawer, he took out a bottle of lubricant, then returned to Carol's pussy. Tipping the bottle upside down, he squeezed it, letting the lubricant fill the entrance to Carol's cunt. Then he moved quickly again, reentering her cunt with his cock, sliding it in deeper now, then deeper still.
Carol screamed. Never in her life had she felt like this. It was as though someone was trying to push a baseball bat into her pussy, yet this bat was smooth, like wet velvet, filling her, stretching her young cunt as nothing ever had before. Betty slid off Carol's face so they both could watch the beautiful young girl's expressions as Bill fucked her.
"Oh Goddddd!" Carol sighed, moaning continuously now, gurgling uncontrollably. Spit was drooling from the corners of her mouth. Her blue eyes were clenched tightly shut, and she was tugging on her nipples, pulling them, stretching them as Bill's cock continued to move ever so slowly deeper and deeper into Carol's tight, youthful pussy.
"My GOD, Betty, she's the tightest cunt I've ever fucked. I don't believe how tight her pussy is," Bill gasped, pushing again, boring his cock slowly into her, deeper and deeper. With each new thrust Carol cried out, moaning, twitching violently.
"Oh God I'm cominggggg, I'm comingggggg, I'm comingggggg," she cried, over and over, continuously.
"THERE!" Bill gasped. "I'm in her as deeply as I can go." He was sweating, fighting to keep from coming as Carol's vice-like grip on his cock held him more firmly than he'd ever been held before. "Her pussy is tighter than an asshole," he groaned, moving out an inch or two, then sliding back inside again, feeling Carol's cunt ever so slowly becoming more and more lubricated. Still, the friction against his cock was incredible. As his excitement mounted, he began to fuck faster, and as he fucked her, Carol's moans turned to screams of joy.
"Oh GOD YESSS YESSSSS YESSSS YESSSSSS!" she screamed, crying, sobbing with joy.
"I'm... going... to... comeeeeee!" Bill groaned, pumping forward roughly, no longer trying to be gentle. He was fucking Carol now, ****** her, holding nothing back, her screams of joy and the look of intense lust on her beautiful young face turning him on like nothing he'd ever experienced before. "Here... it... COMESSSSSS!" he shrieked, pushing against Carol's small frame, driving his cock deeply inside her tight wet pussy as far as he could, then leaving it there as his cock began to fill the young wife with spurt after spurt of hot cum.
"AIEEEEEEEE OH GOD OH GOD OH GODDDDDD AHHHH UGHHHHH UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HE'S... KILLING... MEEEEEEEEE! I... LOVEEEEEEEEEE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" Carol screeched, twisting and turning beneath Bill's body, clawing at his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, fists pounding his back, beating him, biting his shoulder as the most enormously powerful orgasm of her life slammed into her, the waves of pleasure only moments before seeming like water in a bathtub versus a hurricane in comparison to the pleasure Bill's orgasm was creating in her body now. Carol gasped, fighting to breathe, not sure whether she was doing it or not. Her entire body felt as though it was breaking out in a case of hives... her skin itched... burned... her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she wondered if it might burst... her eyes rolled in her head uncontrollably, and at the height of her orgasm she felt as though she were pissing, not sure whether she was or not.
"Jesus Christ!" Betty laughed, leaning down, kissing Carol gently on the lips. "I think you liked that, little one," Betty teased.
"Oh FUCK!" Carol moaned, her body covered in sweat, some of it running down into her eyes, burning them. Betty used a tissue to wipe the sweat from Carol's eyes, then kissed the young girl again. Carol grinned, finally coming back down to earth from her enormous sexual high.
Slowly, Bill began to withdraw his cock from Carol's cunt. "NOOOOO!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around his waist again, her scissor hold grabbing him so tightly he couldn't move. Bill laughed, then leaned down and kissed her, first on the lips, then on the tip of her nose.
"I've never... I...." Carol began.
"Yeah. I know," Bill grinned. "Me either. You're unbelievable. Hasn't anybody ever fucked you before? You've got the tightest pussy I've ever felt, on anyone, ever."
"I haven't had much experience," Carol admitted shyly. I was a virgin when I got married, and Art doesn't... we don't... fuck... as much as I'd like."
"Well any time you want a repeat performance with me, baby, you just come on over and I'll be waiting for you," Bill grinned.
"And so will I, darling," Betty smiled, leaning down, kissing Carol softly. "So will I...."
Chapter 03
"Carol, can I ask you something?" Betty said. The two women were sitting in Betty's kitchen having coffee. Bill was in his study, working on the computer.
"Sure. What?" Carol beamed. The three of them had just completed another marathon sex session, and Carol's pussy was still tingling from the fucking Bill had given her, and the sucking Betty had performed on Carol's still tender cunt afterward.
"You keep mentioning how much Art likes big tits. Have you ever considered getting your tits enlarged?"
"Me? Oh heavens, no, Betty. Why I... I don't think I'd... I mean... well...." Carol stammered, suddenly giving the idea serious thought.
"Well what, baby? You said Art would pay more attention to you if you had bigger tits, didn't you? It's sure worked for me, let me tell you. Just think how great you'd look with a big pair of tits for Art to suck, or fuck."
"It... it does sound wonderful," Carol blushed. "I've always wished I had a bigger pair." Then, sighing dejectedly, "But there's no way we have that kind of money. Art is starting to do quite well, which he should, for all the traveling he does. You know he's going to be gone almost four weeks on this trip? He had to go to the Far East again. He loves it, and is doing very well, but I miss him."
"What if the money wasn't a problem, Carol? Would you do it then?" Betty asked.
"Gee, I don't know. Maybe. I might...." She paused, thinking, then added, "In fact, yeah, I probably would. Why not. I'd LOVE bigger tits, like yours."
"When did you say Art left on this trip?" Betty asked.
"Sunday night. He's not coming back until the 25th," Carol pouted.
"Then we have time. What do you think Art would say if he came home to find his wife transformed into a big-titted, sexy dressing slut?"
Carol giggled. "He'd probably **** me," she said, thinking about it.
"And wouldn't you like that?" Betty asked.
"Yeah. I'd probably love it," Carol grinned. "Why?"
"Because, you sweet little innocent, that's exactly what's going to happen. We are getting you a boob job. Compliments of your sexy neighborhood lottery winners," Betty smiled. "I'll call my doctor right now and make all the arrangements. By the end of the week, Carol, you're going to be looking like one of those girls on Baywatch!"
It had all happened so fast. Carol, swept up in Betty's enthusiasm, had gone along with it, and now here she was, sitting in front of her bedroom mirror staring at the image of a platinum blonde, huge-titted slut. Admiring her new body, Carol did have to admit that her new tits looked great. She had excitedly gone along with everything Betty suggested, including her insistence on building Carol's shapely but smallish B-cup breasts up to a huge 38D size. Carol almost didn't recognize herself as she sat staring at the sexy platinum blonde in the mirror in front of her. Betty had insisted on the new hair color, too, and as she sat staring at her new image, Carol had to agree Betty was right. The new hair color, along with her new, larger tits, did make Carol feel sexier. In fact, she mused, she was starting to feel downright slutty.
"Hi... it's just us," Betty called out from the living room. Carol left the door open for them so Betty could walk in when she arrived, and now, as Carol got up to join her friend, she smiled at the total sexy look of her new body.
"Hi," she said, bouncing into the living room, greeting Betty with a kiss.
"Ready to go shopping?" Betty asked.
"Yes!" Carol hissed, giggling. She knew she ought to feel at least a little guilty over accepting all the money Betty and Bill were lavishly spending on her, but somehow the fact that they were millionaires made it seem less extravagant, and somehow easier to accept. Especially since they both were fucking and enjoying Carol's young body whenever they wished these days. Hardly a day went by without at least one of them fucking or sucking Carol. And she loved it... loved the sensations her new friends were creating in her body... loved FUCKING. Yes, FUCKING, instead of quickly "making love." Oh sure, she still loved Art, but somehow what she was doing with Betty and Bill just seemed so much more... exciting. Carol was growing to love the complete surrender of her body to these two highly sexed older people. And she was starting to think about wanting even more. She wondered what Art would say if he knew Carol was thinking about fucking other men as well, not just Bill! . In fact, lately Carol had begun to fantasize about what it would be like to be the center of attention at a "gang bang." God would that ever be hot. At night, after Bill and Betty were through with her body, Carol would return home and masturbate for hours, pretending a never-ending line of men were taking turns fucking her. And lately, she'd started seriously thinking about somehow making it really happen. Who knows... Art might even enjoy seeing her doing something like that. He was always trying to get her t o show off a little more of her body, wasn't he? Well now that she had a real body to show off, maybe Art would enjoy letting her REALLY show it off. But today Betty was taking Carol shopping, so it was time to stop daydreaming again. It was time to begin the completion of her sexy makeover.
Hours later the two women arrived back at Carol's apartment. Laughing over how they'd teased the sales clerks in the stores they'd visited, Betty asked Carol if she would mind if Bill came over for a fashion show.
"No of course not," Carol said, smiling, her pussy beginning to tingle at the thought of having Bill's huge cock stuck up her cunt again.
"Good. I'll call him. You go in and put on one of the sexy new outfits we just bought, okay? Let's surprise him when he gets here," Betty said, swatting Carol gently on the ass. "Now move!"
As Carol donned the sensuous new baby blue satin and lace garter belt, baby blue stocking, panties and bra ensemble, she grinned. Already her pussy was getting wet, and she only wished she could show off her new body to more than just Bill. Sighing, she pulled on a brief, white, long-sleeved top with a scoop neck and short bodice, the kind that hang low enough to easily cover a normal woman's tits, but one that was so short it just barely covered Carol's new 38D breasts. For a skirt Carol selected a shocking royal blue lycra mini, a skirt so short it left the pale flesh of her thighs exposed above the sexy blue stockings. Smiling as she bent over to apply the heavy, glittering blue and silver eye shadow Betty bought for her, Carol wondered what her husband would say if he saw her now.
"Reading for your debut, darling?" Betty asked, bouncing into the bedroom. "Oh my... are you ever!" she grinned, whistling in appreciation of Carol's stunning sexy appearance.
"I'm ready," Carol grinned back. "I only hope that sexy husband of yours is ready for me. I can't WAIT to feel his cock in my poor little pussy again," Carol said.
"Darling. I have a surprise for you," Betty said quietly. "One I think you're ready for. One I KNOW you're going to love."
"What!" Carol asked, excited, knowing how much she'd already enjoyed everything Bill and Betty had done with her.
"Come with me. You'll see soon enough," Betty said.
Walking into the living room, Carol was disappointed to find it empty. "I thought Bill was coming over," she said.
"Change of plans, darling. Come on. We're going to our house," Betty said, waiting while Carol got her keys, then locked the door.
"Why? What's up?" Carol asked.
"You'll see. And you'll love it, too," Betty said slyly.
Entering Betty's condo, Carol was again disappointed to find it also was empty, but she didn't say anything, deciding rather to wait and see what Betty and Bill had planned for her.
"Okay, you guys. You can come out now," Betty called out. "Guys?" Carol said. "Betty,what's going on?"
Suddenly the room filled with five of the most gorgeous hunks Carol had ever seen. Her heart began beating rapidly as she realized they were all almost naked. Then Bill walked in, and he WAS naked.
"Bill! I... I...." Carol stammered, feeling her cheeks reddening instantly.
"Hi baby. Betty and I thought it was about time you enjoyed some really hot sex, so she picked out her favorite studs, and invited them over for you. Tonight YOU, my sweet innocent young thing, are going to be the center of a VERY hot evening...."
That evening had changed Carol's life. She allowed herself to be fucked and sucked every way imaginable, over and over again, until her pussy was so swollen and sore she could hardly stand it when, after the final fuck of the evening, from Bill, Betty's tongue softly licked the young wife to her umpteenth orgasm of the evening. Since then Carol had become an outrageous exhibitionist, showing off her body, even sucking off a stranger in a gas station once with Betty's encouragement. But now she was nervous. VERY nervous. Art was due to arrive home any minute, after being away from her for almost a month. He'd called her a few times, and once Carol had surprised him by seducing him into a glorious session of phone sex, during which she'd teased him with a scenario in which she told him to pretend she was fucking a group of Art's friends. Surprisingly, Art said afterward that she wished she really would do something like that some day with him, and although he'd sounded ! sinc ere, Carol wasn't so sure. But now she'd find out. Now she had to explain to Art how the relatively flat-chested young wife he'd left four weeks earlier was suddenly sporting a hefty 38D cup bra, platinum blond hair, and a sexy new wardrobe.
For her husband's homecoming, Carol had selected a sexy, transparent ensemble consisting of a lavender teddy, lavender stockings, and a pair of matching spike heeled patent leather shoes. The final surprise was her newly shaved, baby-smooth, oiled naked pussy, the last step, Betty had argued convincingly, in Carol's complete transformation from innocent young wife to sexy fuck slut.
Hearing someone coming into the living room, knowing it had to be Art, without thinking, Carol quickly ran into the living room to greet him.
"Hi baby. AHHH!" Art screamed, jumping back from the sexy blonde running toward him.
"It's me, baby. Do... do you like my new image?" Carol asked, holding up her arms, letting Art take in her platinum white hair, huge tits, and naked pussy.
"Carol! My GOD! What...."
"It's a long story, baby. I'll explain everything later. But I have to know, Art. Do you like it?" Carol asked, anxiously.
Grinning, Art swept her into his arms. "LIKE it? My God, Carol, I LOVE it! You look like an entirely new woman, baby. You look like a... a fu-oh, sorry, I mean, like a... a centerfold or something."
"Like a FUCKING centerfold, Art? Is that what you were going to say?" Carol teased.
"Carol! I've never heard you use that word before," Art said, smiling, clearly confused but excited over his wife's new image.
"Well get used to it, Art. Your wife is tired of your lack of attention. I've changed, Art. A lot. And we need to have a very long conversation about it. But first get those fucking clothes off and FUCK me!" Carol grinned, tugging on Art's tie, dragging him toward the bedroom.
Later, after the most intensely exciting evening of his life, Art and Carol lay in bed talking. Over the course of the evening Carol had told Art everything, causing him to achieve, for the first time ever, a total of three separate orgasms, filling first her pussy, then her mouth, and finally her ass with his sweet cum, each time driving Art to new, giddy heights of ecstasy he'd never dreamed existed. Rather than being angry over Carol's indiscretions, Art was thrilled. Secretly he'd always wanted Carol to act more like a slut, and now, magically, in just four short weeks these new friends of her had transformed her, completely, into the hot slut Art had always dreamed of having.
"Baby, are you playing tennis tomorrow?" Carol asked, slowly running her fingernail down Art's soft cock as it lay, completely exhausted, on his thigh.
"I was going to," Art said guiltily. "Do you mind?"
"No. I don't mind. If...." Carol said slyly.
"If what, baby?" Art asked anxiously.
"If I can play with your friends, too. Afterward.... Can you bring them home with you? For a swim... or something...?" Carol teased, reaching down to her cunt, spreading it open for Art, letting him watch as his cum began seeping out of her pussy.
"Jesus, baby, are you sure? The guys all LOVE you. Every one of them would DIE to get a chance to fuck you," Art grinned proudly. "And they haven't even seen these yet," he said, squeezing Carol's tits.
"So... can I fuck your friends, Artie? Can I? Huh?" Carol cooed, sliding two fingers inside her wet pussy, then bringing the cum coated fingers to her lips, sucking them slowly, teasing Art.
"Shit yeah, baby. I can't WAIT to tell them," Art grinned. "I'm playing with Jim tomorrow, too," Art continued, knowing how many hints Jim, his boss, had dropped over how much he liked Carol. Maybe this could help his career, Art mused. Yeah... this just might help get him the promotion he'd been after for the past few months....
The next day Carol dressed in another one of the sexy ensembles she and Betty had purchased on their shopping trip. This one was all black, with little red ribbons running through the lace trim. It was a negligee, totally transparent, with garters attached so Carol could wear the black fishnet stockings she so adored. Feeling exceptionally trampy, on a whim, after applying the shocking red lipstick to her lips Carol added some to her nipples as well. Then she applied one of the tattoo decals she's purchased, a large rose, just above and to the side of her pussy, the final touch to her slut image. She was ready now... ready to take on a room full of sweating, horny jocks. Tennis! Ha! She'd show these wimps what a REAL sport was, and they'd never be the same again. Nor would Art. He had been so excited when he left that day his cock was already hard. She wondered how he'd play that day, laughing at the image of her young husband trying to play tennis with a hard on.
She heard them coming before she saw them. Excited, anxious male voices, laughing nastily... eager... horny. Then the door was opening,, and they were walking in. As soon as they saw her, Carol felt her pussy flooding. She actually felt her legs grow week beneath her, and she found herself having to lean against the wall as the men stared at her. No one was talking now, or laughing, as Art smiled proudly at her and said, "Guys, this is Carol. Carol, these are the guys. You already know my boss, Jim," Art said, nodding toward his boss. "And this is Bart, and Andy." Then, his voice quivering, Art said, "Are you ready to get fucked, baby?"
"Yes!" Carol hissed, reaching down to her sopping pussy, stroking it in front of the men. "But don't they have to get naked first?"
They followed her into the bedroom, and watched as she unsnapped the crotch of her negligee, revealing her naked cunt. Then quickly each man took off his tennis shorts and shirt. When all of them were naked, Jim said, "Maybe we all better take a quick shower first. Shouldn't we?"
"NO!" Carol shouted. "I want to taste your sweat... your ball sweat. I even want to lick your assholes, too. My husband wants me to act like a slut, and I want to do it. Now come over here, Jim. You first. Bring me your hard cock," Carol wheezed, her fingers moving rapidly over her clit, rubbing it brazenly in front of the group of men.
"Jesus!" Jim said, walking over next to Carol.
"Straddle my face. Fuck my tits," Carol urged, still masturbating, feeling her arms trapped by Jim's thighs as he straddled her chest, sliding his sweaty cock between her huge tits. "Do it, Jim. Fuck them. Fuck my tits," Carol groaned, her voice husky, raw with lust.
"Ohhh yeahhhhh," Jim groaned, sliding his cock between the huge mounds.
"Spit on me, Jim. Spit on my tits. No, wait! Art. Get the baby oil out of that drawer there. Yeah. Now squirt it all over me. All over my tits. Hmmm yeah, like that," Carol groaned as her husband pointed the plastic bottle of baby oil at her and squeezed. Oil spurted out all over the valley between her tits, and then Jim was fucking her there again, the sensations of the warm oil and Carol's huge tits grasping his cock like a wet pussy.
"Ohhh yeahhhhh!" Carol suddenly cried out, feeling someones lips on her pussy, eating her. "Oh God yes, eat me, eat my pussy, fuck my pussy with your tongue," Carol screamed, suddenly coming, her first orgasm coming so quickly it surprised her, shocking her. Her body twitched violently, but she knew this was only the beginning. Giggling madly, she stared at the cock sliding in and out between her tits. "Come on me, Jim. Shoot your hot cum all over my chin and face," Carol urged, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue just far enough so it could make contact with the tip of Jim's cock as it slid forward between her tits.
"Oh baby, fuckkkk, I'm... I'm COMINGGGGGG!" Jim grunted, the little hole at the end of his cock suddenly opening widely, as the first heavy gob of cum spewed out the end and all over Carol's face.
"Hmmm, yeah, do it, I love it. Look at me, darling. Look at your cock sucking slut wife while your boss comes all over my face. Do you like watching, Art? Do you?" Carol gurgled, licking the gobs of cum from her lips as Jim's cock continued to drench her in hot sperm.
"Oh baby, yeahhhh. You look so... so fucking SLUTTY!" Art groaned, masturbating, watching as Andy continued sucking Carol's pussy, watching as Jim lunged forward to coat Carol's face with yet another huge spurt of cum, watching as Bart moved next to Carol's face, offering her his cock, watching as Carol took it in her mouth, sucking it so perfectly in seconds Bart, too, was coming, spurting jism all over Carol's face and in her platinum blond hair.
"Damn, Art, that was unfucking believable," Jim grinned, climbing off the sexy blonde's body.
"Any time, boss. She's yours, any time you want her, for anything," Art said, shaking hands with Jim as Jim clapped Art on the shoulder.
Andy began moving, licking his way up Carol's body now, dipping his tongue into her navel, licking the sweat from her rank hole, then moving higher, climbing on top of her body now, watching as she stared at him while sucking Bart's cock again until the soft, dripping cock slipped out of her mouth and down over her cheek, leaving a trail of cum on her face as it pulled back away from her.
"Fuck me!" Carol gasped, pulling apart her gooey cunt lips, feeling Andy positioning himself between her pussy lips. "Do it! FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!"
"Oh yeahhhhh," Andy groaned, lunging forward, burying his erect cock inside the young wife's pussy. "Jesus she's hot inside. And tight. So fucking TIGHT!" he gasped, pumping his cock back and forth inside Carol's cunt.
"I love it, baby," Carol said, turning to Art. "I love cock. Love it. Gotta have it, baby. I just can't do without it any more, Art. Look at me. LOOK AT YOUR SLUT WIFE FUCKING AND SUCKING YOUR FRIENDS! Are you satisfied now, Art? ARE YOU?" Carol shrieked, raising her legs in the air, spreading them as far apart as she could, allowing Andy to penetrate her wet pussy as deeply as possible.
"YES! Art hissed. "You damn right I love it, you slut... you fucking, cocksucking slut whore! I LOVE THIS, AS MUCH AS YOU!"
Later, after everyone had left, Carol lay in the middle of the bed, sweating, coated in cum, satisfied but still horny. Art was staring at her, grinning proudly, still not believing the transformation he'd just witnessed in his young wife.
"Art...."
"Yeah baby?"
"Eat me," Carol said, her voice shaking with lust.
"EAT you! Jesus, Carol. Your fucking pussy is full of CUM!" Art exclaimed, confused by the sudden twitching he felt in his cock at Carol's suggestion.
"I know, Artie. That's why I want you to do it. I want you to taste it, Art. While it's still warm and creamy, in my pussy. Do it for me, baby, and I'll do anything you ask," Carol said, shaking with desire.
Art swallowed hard, then crawled on the bed between his wife's spread thighs. Staring at the gooey mess, he swallowed again, then leaned closer. Carol raised her legs, spreading them apart, lifting them from the bed, giving Art a clear view of the river of cum still waiting there for him.
"Do it Art. Eat it. Suck it out of my pussy," she said quietly.
"Oh Godddddd!" Art cried out, suddenly falling to his stomach, reaching behing Carol's legs, pulling her nasty cunt closer to his face. He inhaled deeply, once, trembled slightly as the acrid stench of male cum and sweat mingled with the unmistakable essence of aroused pussy filled his nostrils, causing them to flare out momentarily. And then he did it. Burying his face in the mushy cunt, Art groaned as he tasted his first mouthful of male cum.
"Oh BABYYYYY!" Carol groaned, closing her eyes, flopping her head back and forth on the pillow. "That's sooooo fucking nasty, Artie. God I love it... I love hot, wet, nasty sex, darling. Hmmmm, GOD! Oh Art, yes, yes, darling, like that, suck me, suck their wet, thick, creamy cock yogurt out of my pussy, baby. EAT IT, ART. EAT YOUR FRIENDS' CUM OUT OF MY FUCKING SLUT PUSSYYYYYY!" Screaming, Carol came, her orgasm so powerful it rocked her body. She twisted and turned beneath Art's continuing oral attack, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her like waves on a beach, until finally, she was unable to feel anything else... anything at all.
"My turn, baby," Art said, crawling up Carol's body, straddling her tits, sliding his cock between them, the puddles of cum beginning to dry on her body now as she felt her husband's cock fucking her tits.
"Come on me, Art. You're right... it's your turn. Shoot it all over me, baby. Come on me... come on your slutty wife's cum-covered face. Do it, Art. COME ON MY FACEEEEE!" Carol screeched as she felt the first spurt of cum shooting out the end of Art's cock and down onto her face. "OH God I love sex. I love it so fucking much, Art. I want to watch you fucking Betty, too, and I want you to watch Bill fucking me. I want... oh God, Art, I WANT EVERYTHINGGGGGG!"
"Me, too, baby. I want all that and more. I love this, Carol. I loved watching you... loved watching them fucking and coming all over you. And I want to fuck Betty, too, and then I want... oh God... I... I want to... to watch you eating my cum out of... out of her... her PUSSY," Art gasped, lunging forward, causing one last, final spurt of cum to splash out and onto his young wife's face.
Collapsing on his wife's cum coated body, Art shivered as he felt the wetness of his friends' cum everywhere on Carol's body. As they slowly drifted off to sleep, the last thing Art remembered was Carol's desire to have him fuck her friend Betty. Dreaming of this new opportunity to fuck another woman, he smiled, sighed, and drifted off to sleep....
"Sure. What?" Carol beamed. The three of them had just completed another marathon sex session, and Carol's pussy was still tingling from the fucking Bill had given her, and the sucking Betty had performed on Carol's still tender cunt afterward.
"You keep mentioning how much Art likes big tits. Have you ever considered getting your tits enlarged?"
"Me? Oh heavens, no, Betty. Why I... I don't think I'd... I mean... well...." Carol stammered, suddenly giving the idea serious thought.
"Well what, baby? You said Art would pay more attention to you if you had bigger tits, didn't you? It's sure worked for me, let me tell you. Just think how great you'd look with a big pair of tits for Art to suck, or fuck."
"It... it does sound wonderful," Carol blushed. "I've always wished I had a bigger pair." Then, sighing dejectedly, "But there's no way we have that kind of money. Art is starting to do quite well, which he should, for all the traveling he does. You know he's going to be gone almost four weeks on this trip? He had to go to the Far East again. He loves it, and is doing very well, but I miss him."
"What if the money wasn't a problem, Carol? Would you do it then?" Betty asked.
"Gee, I don't know. Maybe. I might...." She paused, thinking, then added, "In fact, yeah, I probably would. Why not. I'd LOVE bigger tits, like yours."
"When did you say Art left on this trip?" Betty asked.
"Sunday night. He's not coming back until the 25th," Carol pouted.
"Then we have time. What do you think Art would say if he came home to find his wife transformed into a big-titted, sexy dressing slut?"
Carol giggled. "He'd probably **** me," she said, thinking about it.
"And wouldn't you like that?" Betty asked.
"Yeah. I'd probably love it," Carol grinned. "Why?"
"Because, you sweet little innocent, that's exactly what's going to happen. We are getting you a boob job. Compliments of your sexy neighborhood lottery winners," Betty smiled. "I'll call my doctor right now and make all the arrangements. By the end of the week, Carol, you're going to be looking like one of those girls on Baywatch!"
It had all happened so fast. Carol, swept up in Betty's enthusiasm, had gone along with it, and now here she was, sitting in front of her bedroom mirror staring at the image of a platinum blonde, huge-titted slut. Admiring her new body, Carol did have to admit that her new tits looked great. She had excitedly gone along with everything Betty suggested, including her insistence on building Carol's shapely but smallish B-cup breasts up to a huge 38D size. Carol almost didn't recognize herself as she sat staring at the sexy platinum blonde in the mirror in front of her. Betty had insisted on the new hair color, too, and as she sat staring at her new image, Carol had to agree Betty was right. The new hair color, along with her new, larger tits, did make Carol feel sexier. In fact, she mused, she was starting to feel downright slutty.
"Hi... it's just us," Betty called out from the living room. Carol left the door open for them so Betty could walk in when she arrived, and now, as Carol got up to join her friend, she smiled at the total sexy look of her new body.
"Hi," she said, bouncing into the living room, greeting Betty with a kiss.
"Ready to go shopping?" Betty asked.
"Yes!" Carol hissed, giggling. She knew she ought to feel at least a little guilty over accepting all the money Betty and Bill were lavishly spending on her, but somehow the fact that they were millionaires made it seem less extravagant, and somehow easier to accept. Especially since they both were fucking and enjoying Carol's young body whenever they wished these days. Hardly a day went by without at least one of them fucking or sucking Carol. And she loved it... loved the sensations her new friends were creating in her body... loved FUCKING. Yes, FUCKING, instead of quickly "making love." Oh sure, she still loved Art, but somehow what she was doing with Betty and Bill just seemed so much more... exciting. Carol was growing to love the complete surrender of her body to these two highly sexed older people. And she was starting to think about wanting even more. She wondered what Art would say if he knew Carol was thinking about fucking other men as well, not just Bill! . In fact, lately Carol had begun to fantasize about what it would be like to be the center of attention at a "gang bang." God would that ever be hot. At night, after Bill and Betty were through with her body, Carol would return home and masturbate for hours, pretending a never-ending line of men were taking turns fucking her. And lately, she'd started seriously thinking about somehow making it really happen. Who knows... Art might even enjoy seeing her doing something like that. He was always trying to get her t o show off a little more of her body, wasn't he? Well now that she had a real body to show off, maybe Art would enjoy letting her REALLY show it off. But today Betty was taking Carol shopping, so it was time to stop daydreaming again. It was time to begin the completion of her sexy makeover.
Hours later the two women arrived back at Carol's apartment. Laughing over how they'd teased the sales clerks in the stores they'd visited, Betty asked Carol if she would mind if Bill came over for a fashion show.
"No of course not," Carol said, smiling, her pussy beginning to tingle at the thought of having Bill's huge cock stuck up her cunt again.
"Good. I'll call him. You go in and put on one of the sexy new outfits we just bought, okay? Let's surprise him when he gets here," Betty said, swatting Carol gently on the ass. "Now move!"
As Carol donned the sensuous new baby blue satin and lace garter belt, baby blue stocking, panties and bra ensemble, she grinned. Already her pussy was getting wet, and she only wished she could show off her new body to more than just Bill. Sighing, she pulled on a brief, white, long-sleeved top with a scoop neck and short bodice, the kind that hang low enough to easily cover a normal woman's tits, but one that was so short it just barely covered Carol's new 38D breasts. For a skirt Carol selected a shocking royal blue lycra mini, a skirt so short it left the pale flesh of her thighs exposed above the sexy blue stockings. Smiling as she bent over to apply the heavy, glittering blue and silver eye shadow Betty bought for her, Carol wondered what her husband would say if he saw her now.
"Reading for your debut, darling?" Betty asked, bouncing into the bedroom. "Oh my... are you ever!" she grinned, whistling in appreciation of Carol's stunning sexy appearance.
"I'm ready," Carol grinned back. "I only hope that sexy husband of yours is ready for me. I can't WAIT to feel his cock in my poor little pussy again," Carol said.
"Darling. I have a surprise for you," Betty said quietly. "One I think you're ready for. One I KNOW you're going to love."
"What!" Carol asked, excited, knowing how much she'd already enjoyed everything Bill and Betty had done with her.
"Come with me. You'll see soon enough," Betty said.
Walking into the living room, Carol was disappointed to find it empty. "I thought Bill was coming over," she said.
"Change of plans, darling. Come on. We're going to our house," Betty said, waiting while Carol got her keys, then locked the door.
"Why? What's up?" Carol asked.
"You'll see. And you'll love it, too," Betty said slyly.
Entering Betty's condo, Carol was again disappointed to find it also was empty, but she didn't say anything, deciding rather to wait and see what Betty and Bill had planned for her.
"Okay, you guys. You can come out now," Betty called out. "Guys?" Carol said. "Betty,what's going on?"
Suddenly the room filled with five of the most gorgeous hunks Carol had ever seen. Her heart began beating rapidly as she realized they were all almost naked. Then Bill walked in, and he WAS naked.
"Bill! I... I...." Carol stammered, feeling her cheeks reddening instantly.
"Hi baby. Betty and I thought it was about time you enjoyed some really hot sex, so she picked out her favorite studs, and invited them over for you. Tonight YOU, my sweet innocent young thing, are going to be the center of a VERY hot evening...."
That evening had changed Carol's life. She allowed herself to be fucked and sucked every way imaginable, over and over again, until her pussy was so swollen and sore she could hardly stand it when, after the final fuck of the evening, from Bill, Betty's tongue softly licked the young wife to her umpteenth orgasm of the evening. Since then Carol had become an outrageous exhibitionist, showing off her body, even sucking off a stranger in a gas station once with Betty's encouragement. But now she was nervous. VERY nervous. Art was due to arrive home any minute, after being away from her for almost a month. He'd called her a few times, and once Carol had surprised him by seducing him into a glorious session of phone sex, during which she'd teased him with a scenario in which she told him to pretend she was fucking a group of Art's friends. Surprisingly, Art said afterward that she wished she really would do something like that some day with him, and although he'd sounded ! sinc ere, Carol wasn't so sure. But now she'd find out. Now she had to explain to Art how the relatively flat-chested young wife he'd left four weeks earlier was suddenly sporting a hefty 38D cup bra, platinum blond hair, and a sexy new wardrobe.
For her husband's homecoming, Carol had selected a sexy, transparent ensemble consisting of a lavender teddy, lavender stockings, and a pair of matching spike heeled patent leather shoes. The final surprise was her newly shaved, baby-smooth, oiled naked pussy, the last step, Betty had argued convincingly, in Carol's complete transformation from innocent young wife to sexy fuck slut.
Hearing someone coming into the living room, knowing it had to be Art, without thinking, Carol quickly ran into the living room to greet him.
"Hi baby. AHHH!" Art screamed, jumping back from the sexy blonde running toward him.
"It's me, baby. Do... do you like my new image?" Carol asked, holding up her arms, letting Art take in her platinum white hair, huge tits, and naked pussy.
"Carol! My GOD! What...."
"It's a long story, baby. I'll explain everything later. But I have to know, Art. Do you like it?" Carol asked, anxiously.
Grinning, Art swept her into his arms. "LIKE it? My God, Carol, I LOVE it! You look like an entirely new woman, baby. You look like a... a fu-oh, sorry, I mean, like a... a centerfold or something."
"Like a FUCKING centerfold, Art? Is that what you were going to say?" Carol teased.
"Carol! I've never heard you use that word before," Art said, smiling, clearly confused but excited over his wife's new image.
"Well get used to it, Art. Your wife is tired of your lack of attention. I've changed, Art. A lot. And we need to have a very long conversation about it. But first get those fucking clothes off and FUCK me!" Carol grinned, tugging on Art's tie, dragging him toward the bedroom.
Later, after the most intensely exciting evening of his life, Art and Carol lay in bed talking. Over the course of the evening Carol had told Art everything, causing him to achieve, for the first time ever, a total of three separate orgasms, filling first her pussy, then her mouth, and finally her ass with his sweet cum, each time driving Art to new, giddy heights of ecstasy he'd never dreamed existed. Rather than being angry over Carol's indiscretions, Art was thrilled. Secretly he'd always wanted Carol to act more like a slut, and now, magically, in just four short weeks these new friends of her had transformed her, completely, into the hot slut Art had always dreamed of having.
"Baby, are you playing tennis tomorrow?" Carol asked, slowly running her fingernail down Art's soft cock as it lay, completely exhausted, on his thigh.
"I was going to," Art said guiltily. "Do you mind?"
"No. I don't mind. If...." Carol said slyly.
"If what, baby?" Art asked anxiously.
"If I can play with your friends, too. Afterward.... Can you bring them home with you? For a swim... or something...?" Carol teased, reaching down to her cunt, spreading it open for Art, letting him watch as his cum began seeping out of her pussy.
"Jesus, baby, are you sure? The guys all LOVE you. Every one of them would DIE to get a chance to fuck you," Art grinned proudly. "And they haven't even seen these yet," he said, squeezing Carol's tits.
"So... can I fuck your friends, Artie? Can I? Huh?" Carol cooed, sliding two fingers inside her wet pussy, then bringing the cum coated fingers to her lips, sucking them slowly, teasing Art.
"Shit yeah, baby. I can't WAIT to tell them," Art grinned. "I'm playing with Jim tomorrow, too," Art continued, knowing how many hints Jim, his boss, had dropped over how much he liked Carol. Maybe this could help his career, Art mused. Yeah... this just might help get him the promotion he'd been after for the past few months....
The next day Carol dressed in another one of the sexy ensembles she and Betty had purchased on their shopping trip. This one was all black, with little red ribbons running through the lace trim. It was a negligee, totally transparent, with garters attached so Carol could wear the black fishnet stockings she so adored. Feeling exceptionally trampy, on a whim, after applying the shocking red lipstick to her lips Carol added some to her nipples as well. Then she applied one of the tattoo decals she's purchased, a large rose, just above and to the side of her pussy, the final touch to her slut image. She was ready now... ready to take on a room full of sweating, horny jocks. Tennis! Ha! She'd show these wimps what a REAL sport was, and they'd never be the same again. Nor would Art. He had been so excited when he left that day his cock was already hard. She wondered how he'd play that day, laughing at the image of her young husband trying to play tennis with a hard on.
She heard them coming before she saw them. Excited, anxious male voices, laughing nastily... eager... horny. Then the door was opening,, and they were walking in. As soon as they saw her, Carol felt her pussy flooding. She actually felt her legs grow week beneath her, and she found herself having to lean against the wall as the men stared at her. No one was talking now, or laughing, as Art smiled proudly at her and said, "Guys, this is Carol. Carol, these are the guys. You already know my boss, Jim," Art said, nodding toward his boss. "And this is Bart, and Andy." Then, his voice quivering, Art said, "Are you ready to get fucked, baby?"
"Yes!" Carol hissed, reaching down to her sopping pussy, stroking it in front of the men. "But don't they have to get naked first?"
They followed her into the bedroom, and watched as she unsnapped the crotch of her negligee, revealing her naked cunt. Then quickly each man took off his tennis shorts and shirt. When all of them were naked, Jim said, "Maybe we all better take a quick shower first. Shouldn't we?"
"NO!" Carol shouted. "I want to taste your sweat... your ball sweat. I even want to lick your assholes, too. My husband wants me to act like a slut, and I want to do it. Now come over here, Jim. You first. Bring me your hard cock," Carol wheezed, her fingers moving rapidly over her clit, rubbing it brazenly in front of the group of men.
"Jesus!" Jim said, walking over next to Carol.
"Straddle my face. Fuck my tits," Carol urged, still masturbating, feeling her arms trapped by Jim's thighs as he straddled her chest, sliding his sweaty cock between her huge tits. "Do it, Jim. Fuck them. Fuck my tits," Carol groaned, her voice husky, raw with lust.
"Ohhh yeahhhhh," Jim groaned, sliding his cock between the huge mounds.
"Spit on me, Jim. Spit on my tits. No, wait! Art. Get the baby oil out of that drawer there. Yeah. Now squirt it all over me. All over my tits. Hmmm yeah, like that," Carol groaned as her husband pointed the plastic bottle of baby oil at her and squeezed. Oil spurted out all over the valley between her tits, and then Jim was fucking her there again, the sensations of the warm oil and Carol's huge tits grasping his cock like a wet pussy.
"Ohhh yeahhhhh!" Carol suddenly cried out, feeling someones lips on her pussy, eating her. "Oh God yes, eat me, eat my pussy, fuck my pussy with your tongue," Carol screamed, suddenly coming, her first orgasm coming so quickly it surprised her, shocking her. Her body twitched violently, but she knew this was only the beginning. Giggling madly, she stared at the cock sliding in and out between her tits. "Come on me, Jim. Shoot your hot cum all over my chin and face," Carol urged, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue just far enough so it could make contact with the tip of Jim's cock as it slid forward between her tits.
"Oh baby, fuckkkk, I'm... I'm COMINGGGGGG!" Jim grunted, the little hole at the end of his cock suddenly opening widely, as the first heavy gob of cum spewed out the end and all over Carol's face.
"Hmmm, yeah, do it, I love it. Look at me, darling. Look at your cock sucking slut wife while your boss comes all over my face. Do you like watching, Art? Do you?" Carol gurgled, licking the gobs of cum from her lips as Jim's cock continued to drench her in hot sperm.
"Oh baby, yeahhhh. You look so... so fucking SLUTTY!" Art groaned, masturbating, watching as Andy continued sucking Carol's pussy, watching as Jim lunged forward to coat Carol's face with yet another huge spurt of cum, watching as Bart moved next to Carol's face, offering her his cock, watching as Carol took it in her mouth, sucking it so perfectly in seconds Bart, too, was coming, spurting jism all over Carol's face and in her platinum blond hair.
"Damn, Art, that was unfucking believable," Jim grinned, climbing off the sexy blonde's body.
"Any time, boss. She's yours, any time you want her, for anything," Art said, shaking hands with Jim as Jim clapped Art on the shoulder.
Andy began moving, licking his way up Carol's body now, dipping his tongue into her navel, licking the sweat from her rank hole, then moving higher, climbing on top of her body now, watching as she stared at him while sucking Bart's cock again until the soft, dripping cock slipped out of her mouth and down over her cheek, leaving a trail of cum on her face as it pulled back away from her.
"Fuck me!" Carol gasped, pulling apart her gooey cunt lips, feeling Andy positioning himself between her pussy lips. "Do it! FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!"
"Oh yeahhhhh," Andy groaned, lunging forward, burying his erect cock inside the young wife's pussy. "Jesus she's hot inside. And tight. So fucking TIGHT!" he gasped, pumping his cock back and forth inside Carol's cunt.
"I love it, baby," Carol said, turning to Art. "I love cock. Love it. Gotta have it, baby. I just can't do without it any more, Art. Look at me. LOOK AT YOUR SLUT WIFE FUCKING AND SUCKING YOUR FRIENDS! Are you satisfied now, Art? ARE YOU?" Carol shrieked, raising her legs in the air, spreading them as far apart as she could, allowing Andy to penetrate her wet pussy as deeply as possible.
"YES! Art hissed. "You damn right I love it, you slut... you fucking, cocksucking slut whore! I LOVE THIS, AS MUCH AS YOU!"
Later, after everyone had left, Carol lay in the middle of the bed, sweating, coated in cum, satisfied but still horny. Art was staring at her, grinning proudly, still not believing the transformation he'd just witnessed in his young wife.
"Art...."
"Yeah baby?"
"Eat me," Carol said, her voice shaking with lust.
"EAT you! Jesus, Carol. Your fucking pussy is full of CUM!" Art exclaimed, confused by the sudden twitching he felt in his cock at Carol's suggestion.
"I know, Artie. That's why I want you to do it. I want you to taste it, Art. While it's still warm and creamy, in my pussy. Do it for me, baby, and I'll do anything you ask," Carol said, shaking with desire.
Art swallowed hard, then crawled on the bed between his wife's spread thighs. Staring at the gooey mess, he swallowed again, then leaned closer. Carol raised her legs, spreading them apart, lifting them from the bed, giving Art a clear view of the river of cum still waiting there for him.
"Do it Art. Eat it. Suck it out of my pussy," she said quietly.
"Oh Godddddd!" Art cried out, suddenly falling to his stomach, reaching behing Carol's legs, pulling her nasty cunt closer to his face. He inhaled deeply, once, trembled slightly as the acrid stench of male cum and sweat mingled with the unmistakable essence of aroused pussy filled his nostrils, causing them to flare out momentarily. And then he did it. Burying his face in the mushy cunt, Art groaned as he tasted his first mouthful of male cum.
"Oh BABYYYYY!" Carol groaned, closing her eyes, flopping her head back and forth on the pillow. "That's sooooo fucking nasty, Artie. God I love it... I love hot, wet, nasty sex, darling. Hmmmm, GOD! Oh Art, yes, yes, darling, like that, suck me, suck their wet, thick, creamy cock yogurt out of my pussy, baby. EAT IT, ART. EAT YOUR FRIENDS' CUM OUT OF MY FUCKING SLUT PUSSYYYYYY!" Screaming, Carol came, her orgasm so powerful it rocked her body. She twisted and turned beneath Art's continuing oral attack, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her like waves on a beach, until finally, she was unable to feel anything else... anything at all.
"My turn, baby," Art said, crawling up Carol's body, straddling her tits, sliding his cock between them, the puddles of cum beginning to dry on her body now as she felt her husband's cock fucking her tits.
"Come on me, Art. You're right... it's your turn. Shoot it all over me, baby. Come on me... come on your slutty wife's cum-covered face. Do it, Art. COME ON MY FACEEEEE!" Carol screeched as she felt the first spurt of cum shooting out the end of Art's cock and down onto her face. "OH God I love sex. I love it so fucking much, Art. I want to watch you fucking Betty, too, and I want you to watch Bill fucking me. I want... oh God, Art, I WANT EVERYTHINGGGGGG!"
"Me, too, baby. I want all that and more. I love this, Carol. I loved watching you... loved watching them fucking and coming all over you. And I want to fuck Betty, too, and then I want... oh God... I... I want to... to watch you eating my cum out of... out of her... her PUSSY," Art gasped, lunging forward, causing one last, final spurt of cum to splash out and onto his young wife's face.
Collapsing on his wife's cum coated body, Art shivered as he felt the wetness of his friends' cum everywhere on Carol's body. As they slowly drifted off to sleep, the last thing Art remembered was Carol's desire to have him fuck her friend Betty. Dreaming of this new opportunity to fuck another woman, he smiled, sighed, and drifted off to sleep....
Chapter 04
"Who was that, baby?" Carol asked, noticing the concerned look on her husband's face.
"Jim," Art said, slowly hanging up the phone.
"What'd he want?"
Pausing, the look of worry evident on his face, Art struggled to find a way to explain the situation to Carol. "It seems we have an important group of potential customers coming to town," he began. "It's a German group. Jim says they could spend millions with us if we treat them right."
"Damn, that's great, darling," Carol grinned, stretching, her new breasts full and lush as they pressed against the thin material of her almost transparent white tube top.
"Yeah, maybe. It seems everything depends on whether or not we can satisfy them. Jim wants me to work on this with him, and to share in the commission if we land the deal. There's only one problem...."
"Baby, that's fantastic. What's the problem?" Carol asked, excited. A big commission check could provide her with the money she needed to have her breasts made even larger.
"You, baby. You're the problem. Or maybe the solution. God damn that fucking Jim anyway," Jim scowled, clearly irritated.
"ME? How can I have anything to do with selling equipment to a bunch of Germans?" Carol asked, confused.
"According to Jim, these fucking bastards are the kinkiest group of perverts he's ever known. They've let it be known they want him to fix them up with a couple of women. A couple of very NASTY women... women who will do anything, and I mean anything, baby. He just called to ask if you'd be interested in earning some money by acting as one of the two sluts he needs to satisfy them."
"ME? Jesus... that's fucking nervy, don't you think?" Carol said, angry with Jim's boss for even thinking she'd do something like that with a group of strangers. But then she recalled her husband's last words to Jim the evening all of them had fucked her. Hadn't he told Jim he could fuck Carol any time he wanted? And hadn't she performed eagerly as a group fuck for all the men that night? Why wouldn't he assume Carol might be interested in whoring herself for her husband's firm, especially if a nice fat commission check was involved. In fact, why wouldn't she indeed? Suddenly smiling, Carol said, "I'll do it, darling. I want to do it. It might be fun. In fact, I know it would, and you'd love to watch me do it, too, wouldn't you, baby. You'd love watching your slut wife fucking a group of horny, perverted foreigners. Wouldn't you. Admit it, darling. You love our new life style as much as I do. Maybe more."
"God help me, darling, but you're right. I do. I just hate having to ask you to do it for us, but would you? They'll be a lot rougher crowd than the men were last time. And much more perverted. Jim said they will insist on... well...."
"WHAT?" Carol asked, excited, bouncing up and down on the bed on her knees, her tits flopping and jiggling like huge bowls of jello. "Tell me, you bastard. What would they make me do? TELL ME?"
"Well... Jim says they're... they're into... pissing. Something he called golden showers. I... I can't ask you to do that, Carol. Unless...."
"Unless what, baby? Unless I want to do it? Unless I want to keep trying new and exciting things? Is that what you were going to say?"
"Yes," Jim blushed, feeling his cock hardening, feeling his excitement at the idea of seeing his wife lying on her back being showered by a group of cocks, their piss splashing down onto her naked body while shy lay there masturbating for them.
"I said I'll do it, darling. And I will. I want to do it. It sounds deliciously wicked. But who's the other woman?"
"You'll never believe this," Art said, "but it's Betty."
On the afternoon of the big orgy, Carol dressed as slutty as possible. She began with her underwear, selecting a pair of string bikini panties, in lavender, a little wispy satin triangle held together at the waist with black lace, so tiny her cunt lips were exposed around the edges of the panties. She wore an equally skimpy black lace trimmed bra and suspenders, with lavender stockings stretched over her beautiful legs nearly up to her thighs. Her skirt was a micro-mini black stretch lycra, so short it exposed her bare white flesh above her stockings, and the lavender top she selected was totally transparent, clearly revealing her huge tits beneath it. As a final touch of blatant sexuality, Carol wore lavender lipstick and four inch tall spike heel black patent leather shoes.
"How do I look, darling/" she asked, walking into the living room where Art was waiting for her.
"Like a fucking slut, Carol. You look like a sleazy whore." Then, grinning proudly, he added, "I love it. Let's go get Betty and get this show on the road."
After joining their neighbors near the pool where all eyes were focused on Carol and an equally slutty looking Betty, Art and Bill escorted their wives to the car for the ride downtown. A short drive later, they were getting out of the car in front of one of the city's largest downtown hotels, the Hyatt Regency. Leaving the car to be valet parked, the four walked toward the elevators through the huge atrium lobby where everyone again stopped whatever they were doing to stare at the two enormously hung slutty looking women.
"Did you see the way everyone stared at us?" Carol giggled. "Like we really were whores. God it makes my pussy wet to be out in public dressed like this," she sighed, cupping her cunt with her fingers, rubbing it, feeling how wet she indeed already was.
"Darling, you are whores," Art said, his cock quivering as he realized what his slutty wife would soon be doing with the German men.
"And I love it, baby. I fucking LOVE it!" Carol grinned, just as the lift came slowly to a stop on the 24th floor.
"This is it, girls," Art said. "Jim said to go to suite 2400. It's a corner suite, and is apparently quite fancy."
Walking down the hall to the door at the end of the long corridor, Carol held Betty's hand, squeezing it. "Can you believe how much you've changed my life, Betty? I was so innocent before I met you guys. And now here I am, a whore. A real whore. God this is so fucking hot," she moaned, waiting as Art knocked softly on the door.
"Art! Come in, come in. Let me introduce you and your friends to our guests," Jim said, as the group walked into the enormous room. It was surrounded by glass walls on three sides, and on the floor, in the center of the room was a huge mattress, lying on the floor, covered with a rubber sheet and a couple of pillows. Carol looked at the mattress and felt a fluttering rush though her stomach and pussy. That was where they would do it to her, she realized. That was where they would fuck her, and come on her... and piss on her.
"Carol you're looking especially slutty tonight," Jim smirked, staring at Carol's visible tits.
"Only because I want to act like a slut tonight, Jim. Is that a problem?"
"No. Not at all. Gentlemen, this beautiful young slut is the wife of my colleague here. This is Art, and this is Carol. Her friend is Betty, whom some of you already know, thanks to yesterday's festivities in this very room. This is her husband, who I understand shares our enjoyment of unusual sex."
"Hi fellas," Betty smiled, waving happily. "Ready for a good time again?"
"Ja!" Hans, one of the Germans said. He was tall and very good looking, with blond hair and the sexiest blue eyes Carol had ever seen. If this was one of the men who was going to use her tonight, she couldn't wait to get started. "I'm Hans," he grinned to Carol, staring at her tits.
"Well Hans, why don't we get a little better acquainted," Carol said, walking closer to the tall German, putting her arms around his waist, hugging him. "Kiss me, Hans," she said, reaching her lips up toward his, feeling him leaning down to her, his lips grazing against hers. Then their mouths were opening, and they were kissing, a deep, sexy French kiss. Carol felt her nipples hardening, and her pussy growing wet. Suddenly she tasted a mouthful of spit. Hans had spit into her mouth. Moaning, Carol let the spit drizzle out of her mouth and down over her chin, feeling nasty, slutty, but wanting more, oh so much more.
"You're bad," she grinned, pulling away from Hans, slowly wiping the drizzling spit off her chin with her finger. Then, making sure the men around her were watching, she slowly began sucking the spit off her fingers, licking them, then sucking them like a cock, moving her fingers in and out of her mouth slowly, fucking her mouth with her fingers.
Hans grinned at her, his obvious excitement showing in the rising bulge in his trousers. "And you, too, ja?" he grinned knowingly. "You too are bad, I think."
"Yes. I am," Carol answered, staring into his deep blue eyes. "Very bad. Are you going to treat me that way, Hans?"
"Hmm, ja. No doubt," he answered, reaching out to Carol, beginning to unbutton her blouse.
"No, not yet, please. Leave it on. I... I want to feel your... your piss on me while I'm still wearing my blouse," Carol said, blushing at her boldness, but unable to avoid the hungry craving in her cunt signaling for her to be as nasty as possible.
"Soooo. You like piss games, Carol?" Hans smirked.
"I... I've never done any. But... I... I think I'd love it," Carol heard herself admitting.
"Then let us see, ja?" Hans grinned. "Lie down. On the mattress."
"Come on, Betty. Join me," Carol said, quickly stepping out of her skirt, lying on the mattress on the floor still dressed in her blouse and underwear.
"No, baby. This one's just for you. Go ahead. I want to watch," Betty encouraged.
Shaking with desire, Carol turned to Art to gauge his reaction. Surprised, but pleased, Carol noticed that her husband had unzipped his pants and had taken out his cock. He was slowly masturbating as he watched his young wife kneel down to the mattress, then lie down on it .
"Are you okay with this, darling?" Carol asked.
"Of course, baby. I brought you here for this, didn't I?" Art said, his voice husky, low, heavy with lust.
Carol began masturbating as well, spreading her legs apart for the men, showing them her crotchless panties as she felt the bubbling of her first orgasm beginning to grow in her pussy.
"Do it you guys. Shower me. Piss all over me. I want it. Please. Treat me like a slut, like a horny, fucking cum and piss slut. Piss on me. Do it. Please. DO IT, GOD DAMN IT!" Carol screamed, her fingers flying over her clit, feeling it swelling beneath her masturbating fingers, feeling the lips of her pussy growing puffy, feeling the wetness seeping from it as she finger-fucked herself.
Suddenly the showers began. All the men were standing around her now, their cocks out, aimed at Carol. Hans was the first. Grinning sadistically, Carol felt his piss raining down on her as he stood there, still dressed in his suit, white shirt and tie, immaculately attired, which seemed to somehow deepen the perversion for Carol all the more. Then another man was pissing on her, and then another, and another, all of them still so formally attired, using her, pissing on her, as though she were merely some kind of trough in a men's room. She was their toilet, a piss slut, something to be used any way these perverted men pleased. As the hot steaming pee drenched her, soaking her blouse and sexy underwear, Carol screamed loudly, the sudden explosive power of her orgasm slamming into her, causing her body to suddenly buck up off the mattress, then slam back down to the ground again. The violence of her orgasm caused the men to laugh and murmur among themselves over how hot! thi s young girl was, prompting Jim to encourage them to go further.
"Come on her. Jack off on her face," Jim said, showing the men what he wanted them to do by rapidly jerking on his own cock, aimed at Carol's face.
"Ohhhh Godddddd!" Carol moaned, slowly drifting back to earth from her first orgasm of the day. "Do it. Shoot cum all over me, too," She groaned, licking the piss from her lips, tasting the salty, warm acrid flavor of their piss, wanting now to taste their cum as well.
"Oh yaaaaa," one of the men cried out, leaning down, aiming his cock at Carol's face. Suddenly a huge spurt of cum shot out the end of his dick and splattered all over Carol's lips. Quickly she opened her mouth and turned her face toward the man, as another hot gob of cum splashed down onto her face, and into her mouth.
"Oh yesssss, do it, shoot it all over me," Carol moaned, ripping open her piss soaked blouse, tearing loose one of the buttons as the blouse gapped open, revealing her bra encased huge tits. Cum was raining down on her from everywhere now... landing on her cheeks, her forehead, in her hair, on her neck and tits. Carol was on fire, moaning, coming again, still masturbating, as another powerful orgasm slammed into her. Then she began rubbing the hot cum and piss everywhere, reaching inside her bra to pull out her naked tits, rubbing the cum over her nipples. More cum splashed down onto her body, and then someone was pissing on her again.
"IN MY MOUTH!" she screamed. "MAKE ME DRINK IT!!!"
The man leaned down so his cock lay across her cum-coated lips, then watched with pleasure as Carol wrapped her lips about the pissing cock, sucking on it as though it was some kind of giant straw, drinking the piss, swallowing it, choking on it, coughing, sitting up quickly, spitting the pissing dick out of her mouth as she gagged, the man backing away now, afraid she might get sick on him. Carol's eyes filled with tears, but she grinned at the man, then reached out and grasped his still pissing cock, pulling it to her mouth where once again she began drinking the piss from the end of it.
Men were taking off their clothes now, playing with their dicks, trying to get them hard again, and succeeding. Carol lay back down again after the man she was sucking finally stopped pissing. One of the Germans crawled between her legs, then roughly pushed his cock up inside her wet cunt as far as it would go.
"AHHHHH!" Carol screamed, spreading her legs, trying to bury herself as deeply as possible in the mattress to escape the huge punishing cock.
The man slapped her face, and Carol giggled, a demonic sound, as the man slapped her again. Carol spit on him, on his face, and he hit her again, then reached down and pinched her nipples so hard Carol cried out in pain.
"FUCK ME!" she screamed, and the man responded, pumping his cock in and out of her wet cunt as fast and as hard as he could, suddenly lunging forward, driving his dick inside Carol's cunt as deeply as possible, where it erupted, spewing blasts of hot sperm inside Carol's cunt.
"Oh YESSSSSSS!" Carol screamed, wrapping her legs around the man's waist as he continued to spurt cum inside her pussy. She was coming again, her fingers rubbing her swollen clit as the man continued filling her with his cum. And then he was pulling out, leaving her feeling empty, deserted, but only momentarily, only until the next man could crawl between her legs to fuck her.
One after the other, the men fucked her. Some came inside her pussy, some chose to roll her over and fuck her in the ass, while still others fucked her mouth, drenching her with cum. By the end of the evening, Carol had been fucked so many times she could hardly climb up from the mattress.
"Still love your slutty wife, baby?" Carol asked Art. Throughout her long gang-bang Art had remained on the sidelines with Betty, the two of them fucking from time to time as they watched the men using Carol.
"You know I do, baby," Art said, watching as Carol began dressing. Still covered in slimy cum and sticky piss, Carol pulled on her skirt, then attempted to rebutton the torn blouse.
"Thank you, Carol," Jim said quietly. "My customers are most pleased by your performance. I'll talk to you on Monday about your share of the deal I believe we just landed, Art. You've got some wife here. Take good care of her. We'll want to be using her again like this, I'm sure."
"I've become the company whore, huh, Jim?" Carol grinned.
"Is that a problem, Carol?" Jim ask, looking slightly irritated.
"Problem? Fuck no. I love it. And if it can help Art earn more money, I'll do it whenever you want me. But I'm not doing it for free, so make sure Art's bonus is substantial. We want our full share, Jim. After that, I'll be all yours. I'll do anything you want, with anyone you want. And I do mean anything," Carol grinned, scooping a gob of cum from her chin, then sucking it from her fingers.
"You really get off on this pretending to be a whore stuff, don't you, Carol," Jim grinned.
"You damn right I do, Jim. But get one thing straight. I'm not pretending. I am a whore. And I expect to be a very well-paid whore as well. Don't disappoint us," Carol smiled sweetly. "Unless you never want to use me again."
"Agreed, sweetie," Jim smiled. "Well, Art, it looks like your little woman here has just earned you that promotion we talked about. Congratulations, Mr. Vice President. You are now our VP for Public Affairs."
Carol tried unsuccessfully to clean up a little in the suite bathroom before leaving, but her hair was still a sticky mess, and her piss-soaked blouse smelled of stale, wet urine as the four of them rode down together in the elevator. Each time the lift stopped and other passengers got in, their eyes widened as they observed Carol's appearance. Finally, Carol had had enough.
"Yes, it's cum and piss. We just had a fantastic fucking orgy, and I bet I blew at least a dozen guys up there. Anybody got a problem with that?" she challenged.
"Yeah. I do," a huge black man said, turning toward Carol. "Here's my problem," he continued, showing Carol the lump in his pants.
Grinning, Carol reached over and touched the man's cock. "If you've got guts enough to take it out right here, I think I know how I can fix your problem for you," Carol smirked.
"You got it, cunt," the black said, unzipping his pants, tugging on his huge fire hose cock. Immediately Carol dropped to her knees in front of the other shocked occupants of the elevator. Art reached out and flipped the emergency brake switch, and the elevator came to a sudden stop between floors.
"OH!" someone gasped.
"What happened!" an elderly blue-haired woman asked, frightened.
"I just thought you all wouldn't mind if I stopped the car for a moment," Art said.
Carol groaned as she took the huge black cock in her mouth, sucking on it, tasting the salty, slightly pissy taste of the thick purple crown of smooth flesh. Opening her mouth wider, Carol took more of the black cock into her throat, sucking the man as the other stunned couples watched.
"That... that's disgusting," the blue haired woman gasped.
"I think it looks pretty hot," a blonde said. "Don't you, baby?" she asked her husband.
"Knowing how much you like cock I expect you're just jealous it isn't you," her husband laughed.
"If she doesn't discriminate, she can have this," Bill grinned, holding the material of his pants tightly over the shape of his cock, letting the couple see how hard he was.
"Can I baby?" the blonde asked her husband. "This would be so fucking cool... to suck off a stranger in an elevator with half the hotel watching." Art noticed that the glass wall of the elevator was indeed facing the atrium lobby, and that a group of people had gathered down below, and was staring up at them. Carol and the black man were clearly visible, and now so was Bill and the blonde as he unzipped his trousers and took out his cock.
"Hmm, nice," the blonde cooed, taking Bill's cock inside her mouth, sucking on it as below them a group of men began to whistle and applaud. Art guessed they were within just a few floors from the lobby, so their activities could easily be seen by everyone.
"Ah, guys. I think you better hurry up. Someone is probably about to call a cop on us," he warned.
"I... I'm fucking... through... right... NOWWWWWW!" the black gurgled, pulling his cock from Carol's mouth, spewing huge gobs of cum all over her face.
"I... I believe I may be sick, Harold," the blue hair gasped, turning away from Carol, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.
"Just ignore them, Harriet," the man said, his eyes cloudy with lust as he continued to stare at the spurting cock as it unloaded gobs of cum all over the beautiful young woman's face. Oh how he would have loved to have been able to be the one doing it to her, he mused, realizing it would never happen. Still... she did seem totally approachable, he concluded. Quickly reaching into his side suit pocket, he withdrew a business card and handed it to Art, mouthing the words, "Call me" silently so his wife wouldn't realize what he'd done. Perhaps he could engage the young woman himself, or perhaps she would at least be willing to sell him her panties. God how he'd love to sniff the damp, fragrant panties of a young woman like this one.
Grinning knowingly, Art took the card and put it in his pocket, wondering how his wife had so quickly descended into the comfortable role of a whore, yet pleased by the prospects of what lay ahead of each of them....
"Jim," Art said, slowly hanging up the phone.
"What'd he want?"
Pausing, the look of worry evident on his face, Art struggled to find a way to explain the situation to Carol. "It seems we have an important group of potential customers coming to town," he began. "It's a German group. Jim says they could spend millions with us if we treat them right."
"Damn, that's great, darling," Carol grinned, stretching, her new breasts full and lush as they pressed against the thin material of her almost transparent white tube top.
"Yeah, maybe. It seems everything depends on whether or not we can satisfy them. Jim wants me to work on this with him, and to share in the commission if we land the deal. There's only one problem...."
"Baby, that's fantastic. What's the problem?" Carol asked, excited. A big commission check could provide her with the money she needed to have her breasts made even larger.
"You, baby. You're the problem. Or maybe the solution. God damn that fucking Jim anyway," Jim scowled, clearly irritated.
"ME? How can I have anything to do with selling equipment to a bunch of Germans?" Carol asked, confused.
"According to Jim, these fucking bastards are the kinkiest group of perverts he's ever known. They've let it be known they want him to fix them up with a couple of women. A couple of very NASTY women... women who will do anything, and I mean anything, baby. He just called to ask if you'd be interested in earning some money by acting as one of the two sluts he needs to satisfy them."
"ME? Jesus... that's fucking nervy, don't you think?" Carol said, angry with Jim's boss for even thinking she'd do something like that with a group of strangers. But then she recalled her husband's last words to Jim the evening all of them had fucked her. Hadn't he told Jim he could fuck Carol any time he wanted? And hadn't she performed eagerly as a group fuck for all the men that night? Why wouldn't he assume Carol might be interested in whoring herself for her husband's firm, especially if a nice fat commission check was involved. In fact, why wouldn't she indeed? Suddenly smiling, Carol said, "I'll do it, darling. I want to do it. It might be fun. In fact, I know it would, and you'd love to watch me do it, too, wouldn't you, baby. You'd love watching your slut wife fucking a group of horny, perverted foreigners. Wouldn't you. Admit it, darling. You love our new life style as much as I do. Maybe more."
"God help me, darling, but you're right. I do. I just hate having to ask you to do it for us, but would you? They'll be a lot rougher crowd than the men were last time. And much more perverted. Jim said they will insist on... well...."
"WHAT?" Carol asked, excited, bouncing up and down on the bed on her knees, her tits flopping and jiggling like huge bowls of jello. "Tell me, you bastard. What would they make me do? TELL ME?"
"Well... Jim says they're... they're into... pissing. Something he called golden showers. I... I can't ask you to do that, Carol. Unless...."
"Unless what, baby? Unless I want to do it? Unless I want to keep trying new and exciting things? Is that what you were going to say?"
"Yes," Jim blushed, feeling his cock hardening, feeling his excitement at the idea of seeing his wife lying on her back being showered by a group of cocks, their piss splashing down onto her naked body while shy lay there masturbating for them.
"I said I'll do it, darling. And I will. I want to do it. It sounds deliciously wicked. But who's the other woman?"
"You'll never believe this," Art said, "but it's Betty."
On the afternoon of the big orgy, Carol dressed as slutty as possible. She began with her underwear, selecting a pair of string bikini panties, in lavender, a little wispy satin triangle held together at the waist with black lace, so tiny her cunt lips were exposed around the edges of the panties. She wore an equally skimpy black lace trimmed bra and suspenders, with lavender stockings stretched over her beautiful legs nearly up to her thighs. Her skirt was a micro-mini black stretch lycra, so short it exposed her bare white flesh above her stockings, and the lavender top she selected was totally transparent, clearly revealing her huge tits beneath it. As a final touch of blatant sexuality, Carol wore lavender lipstick and four inch tall spike heel black patent leather shoes.
"How do I look, darling/" she asked, walking into the living room where Art was waiting for her.
"Like a fucking slut, Carol. You look like a sleazy whore." Then, grinning proudly, he added, "I love it. Let's go get Betty and get this show on the road."
After joining their neighbors near the pool where all eyes were focused on Carol and an equally slutty looking Betty, Art and Bill escorted their wives to the car for the ride downtown. A short drive later, they were getting out of the car in front of one of the city's largest downtown hotels, the Hyatt Regency. Leaving the car to be valet parked, the four walked toward the elevators through the huge atrium lobby where everyone again stopped whatever they were doing to stare at the two enormously hung slutty looking women.
"Did you see the way everyone stared at us?" Carol giggled. "Like we really were whores. God it makes my pussy wet to be out in public dressed like this," she sighed, cupping her cunt with her fingers, rubbing it, feeling how wet she indeed already was.
"Darling, you are whores," Art said, his cock quivering as he realized what his slutty wife would soon be doing with the German men.
"And I love it, baby. I fucking LOVE it!" Carol grinned, just as the lift came slowly to a stop on the 24th floor.
"This is it, girls," Art said. "Jim said to go to suite 2400. It's a corner suite, and is apparently quite fancy."
Walking down the hall to the door at the end of the long corridor, Carol held Betty's hand, squeezing it. "Can you believe how much you've changed my life, Betty? I was so innocent before I met you guys. And now here I am, a whore. A real whore. God this is so fucking hot," she moaned, waiting as Art knocked softly on the door.
"Art! Come in, come in. Let me introduce you and your friends to our guests," Jim said, as the group walked into the enormous room. It was surrounded by glass walls on three sides, and on the floor, in the center of the room was a huge mattress, lying on the floor, covered with a rubber sheet and a couple of pillows. Carol looked at the mattress and felt a fluttering rush though her stomach and pussy. That was where they would do it to her, she realized. That was where they would fuck her, and come on her... and piss on her.
"Carol you're looking especially slutty tonight," Jim smirked, staring at Carol's visible tits.
"Only because I want to act like a slut tonight, Jim. Is that a problem?"
"No. Not at all. Gentlemen, this beautiful young slut is the wife of my colleague here. This is Art, and this is Carol. Her friend is Betty, whom some of you already know, thanks to yesterday's festivities in this very room. This is her husband, who I understand shares our enjoyment of unusual sex."
"Hi fellas," Betty smiled, waving happily. "Ready for a good time again?"
"Ja!" Hans, one of the Germans said. He was tall and very good looking, with blond hair and the sexiest blue eyes Carol had ever seen. If this was one of the men who was going to use her tonight, she couldn't wait to get started. "I'm Hans," he grinned to Carol, staring at her tits.
"Well Hans, why don't we get a little better acquainted," Carol said, walking closer to the tall German, putting her arms around his waist, hugging him. "Kiss me, Hans," she said, reaching her lips up toward his, feeling him leaning down to her, his lips grazing against hers. Then their mouths were opening, and they were kissing, a deep, sexy French kiss. Carol felt her nipples hardening, and her pussy growing wet. Suddenly she tasted a mouthful of spit. Hans had spit into her mouth. Moaning, Carol let the spit drizzle out of her mouth and down over her chin, feeling nasty, slutty, but wanting more, oh so much more.
"You're bad," she grinned, pulling away from Hans, slowly wiping the drizzling spit off her chin with her finger. Then, making sure the men around her were watching, she slowly began sucking the spit off her fingers, licking them, then sucking them like a cock, moving her fingers in and out of her mouth slowly, fucking her mouth with her fingers.
Hans grinned at her, his obvious excitement showing in the rising bulge in his trousers. "And you, too, ja?" he grinned knowingly. "You too are bad, I think."
"Yes. I am," Carol answered, staring into his deep blue eyes. "Very bad. Are you going to treat me that way, Hans?"
"Hmm, ja. No doubt," he answered, reaching out to Carol, beginning to unbutton her blouse.
"No, not yet, please. Leave it on. I... I want to feel your... your piss on me while I'm still wearing my blouse," Carol said, blushing at her boldness, but unable to avoid the hungry craving in her cunt signaling for her to be as nasty as possible.
"Soooo. You like piss games, Carol?" Hans smirked.
"I... I've never done any. But... I... I think I'd love it," Carol heard herself admitting.
"Then let us see, ja?" Hans grinned. "Lie down. On the mattress."
"Come on, Betty. Join me," Carol said, quickly stepping out of her skirt, lying on the mattress on the floor still dressed in her blouse and underwear.
"No, baby. This one's just for you. Go ahead. I want to watch," Betty encouraged.
Shaking with desire, Carol turned to Art to gauge his reaction. Surprised, but pleased, Carol noticed that her husband had unzipped his pants and had taken out his cock. He was slowly masturbating as he watched his young wife kneel down to the mattress, then lie down on it .
"Are you okay with this, darling?" Carol asked.
"Of course, baby. I brought you here for this, didn't I?" Art said, his voice husky, low, heavy with lust.
Carol began masturbating as well, spreading her legs apart for the men, showing them her crotchless panties as she felt the bubbling of her first orgasm beginning to grow in her pussy.
"Do it you guys. Shower me. Piss all over me. I want it. Please. Treat me like a slut, like a horny, fucking cum and piss slut. Piss on me. Do it. Please. DO IT, GOD DAMN IT!" Carol screamed, her fingers flying over her clit, feeling it swelling beneath her masturbating fingers, feeling the lips of her pussy growing puffy, feeling the wetness seeping from it as she finger-fucked herself.
Suddenly the showers began. All the men were standing around her now, their cocks out, aimed at Carol. Hans was the first. Grinning sadistically, Carol felt his piss raining down on her as he stood there, still dressed in his suit, white shirt and tie, immaculately attired, which seemed to somehow deepen the perversion for Carol all the more. Then another man was pissing on her, and then another, and another, all of them still so formally attired, using her, pissing on her, as though she were merely some kind of trough in a men's room. She was their toilet, a piss slut, something to be used any way these perverted men pleased. As the hot steaming pee drenched her, soaking her blouse and sexy underwear, Carol screamed loudly, the sudden explosive power of her orgasm slamming into her, causing her body to suddenly buck up off the mattress, then slam back down to the ground again. The violence of her orgasm caused the men to laugh and murmur among themselves over how hot! thi s young girl was, prompting Jim to encourage them to go further.
"Come on her. Jack off on her face," Jim said, showing the men what he wanted them to do by rapidly jerking on his own cock, aimed at Carol's face.
"Ohhhh Godddddd!" Carol moaned, slowly drifting back to earth from her first orgasm of the day. "Do it. Shoot cum all over me, too," She groaned, licking the piss from her lips, tasting the salty, warm acrid flavor of their piss, wanting now to taste their cum as well.
"Oh yaaaaa," one of the men cried out, leaning down, aiming his cock at Carol's face. Suddenly a huge spurt of cum shot out the end of his dick and splattered all over Carol's lips. Quickly she opened her mouth and turned her face toward the man, as another hot gob of cum splashed down onto her face, and into her mouth.
"Oh yesssss, do it, shoot it all over me," Carol moaned, ripping open her piss soaked blouse, tearing loose one of the buttons as the blouse gapped open, revealing her bra encased huge tits. Cum was raining down on her from everywhere now... landing on her cheeks, her forehead, in her hair, on her neck and tits. Carol was on fire, moaning, coming again, still masturbating, as another powerful orgasm slammed into her. Then she began rubbing the hot cum and piss everywhere, reaching inside her bra to pull out her naked tits, rubbing the cum over her nipples. More cum splashed down onto her body, and then someone was pissing on her again.
"IN MY MOUTH!" she screamed. "MAKE ME DRINK IT!!!"
The man leaned down so his cock lay across her cum-coated lips, then watched with pleasure as Carol wrapped her lips about the pissing cock, sucking on it as though it was some kind of giant straw, drinking the piss, swallowing it, choking on it, coughing, sitting up quickly, spitting the pissing dick out of her mouth as she gagged, the man backing away now, afraid she might get sick on him. Carol's eyes filled with tears, but she grinned at the man, then reached out and grasped his still pissing cock, pulling it to her mouth where once again she began drinking the piss from the end of it.
Men were taking off their clothes now, playing with their dicks, trying to get them hard again, and succeeding. Carol lay back down again after the man she was sucking finally stopped pissing. One of the Germans crawled between her legs, then roughly pushed his cock up inside her wet cunt as far as it would go.
"AHHHHH!" Carol screamed, spreading her legs, trying to bury herself as deeply as possible in the mattress to escape the huge punishing cock.
The man slapped her face, and Carol giggled, a demonic sound, as the man slapped her again. Carol spit on him, on his face, and he hit her again, then reached down and pinched her nipples so hard Carol cried out in pain.
"FUCK ME!" she screamed, and the man responded, pumping his cock in and out of her wet cunt as fast and as hard as he could, suddenly lunging forward, driving his dick inside Carol's cunt as deeply as possible, where it erupted, spewing blasts of hot sperm inside Carol's cunt.
"Oh YESSSSSSS!" Carol screamed, wrapping her legs around the man's waist as he continued to spurt cum inside her pussy. She was coming again, her fingers rubbing her swollen clit as the man continued filling her with his cum. And then he was pulling out, leaving her feeling empty, deserted, but only momentarily, only until the next man could crawl between her legs to fuck her.
One after the other, the men fucked her. Some came inside her pussy, some chose to roll her over and fuck her in the ass, while still others fucked her mouth, drenching her with cum. By the end of the evening, Carol had been fucked so many times she could hardly climb up from the mattress.
"Still love your slutty wife, baby?" Carol asked Art. Throughout her long gang-bang Art had remained on the sidelines with Betty, the two of them fucking from time to time as they watched the men using Carol.
"You know I do, baby," Art said, watching as Carol began dressing. Still covered in slimy cum and sticky piss, Carol pulled on her skirt, then attempted to rebutton the torn blouse.
"Thank you, Carol," Jim said quietly. "My customers are most pleased by your performance. I'll talk to you on Monday about your share of the deal I believe we just landed, Art. You've got some wife here. Take good care of her. We'll want to be using her again like this, I'm sure."
"I've become the company whore, huh, Jim?" Carol grinned.
"Is that a problem, Carol?" Jim ask, looking slightly irritated.
"Problem? Fuck no. I love it. And if it can help Art earn more money, I'll do it whenever you want me. But I'm not doing it for free, so make sure Art's bonus is substantial. We want our full share, Jim. After that, I'll be all yours. I'll do anything you want, with anyone you want. And I do mean anything," Carol grinned, scooping a gob of cum from her chin, then sucking it from her fingers.
"You really get off on this pretending to be a whore stuff, don't you, Carol," Jim grinned.
"You damn right I do, Jim. But get one thing straight. I'm not pretending. I am a whore. And I expect to be a very well-paid whore as well. Don't disappoint us," Carol smiled sweetly. "Unless you never want to use me again."
"Agreed, sweetie," Jim smiled. "Well, Art, it looks like your little woman here has just earned you that promotion we talked about. Congratulations, Mr. Vice President. You are now our VP for Public Affairs."
Carol tried unsuccessfully to clean up a little in the suite bathroom before leaving, but her hair was still a sticky mess, and her piss-soaked blouse smelled of stale, wet urine as the four of them rode down together in the elevator. Each time the lift stopped and other passengers got in, their eyes widened as they observed Carol's appearance. Finally, Carol had had enough.
"Yes, it's cum and piss. We just had a fantastic fucking orgy, and I bet I blew at least a dozen guys up there. Anybody got a problem with that?" she challenged.
"Yeah. I do," a huge black man said, turning toward Carol. "Here's my problem," he continued, showing Carol the lump in his pants.
Grinning, Carol reached over and touched the man's cock. "If you've got guts enough to take it out right here, I think I know how I can fix your problem for you," Carol smirked.
"You got it, cunt," the black said, unzipping his pants, tugging on his huge fire hose cock. Immediately Carol dropped to her knees in front of the other shocked occupants of the elevator. Art reached out and flipped the emergency brake switch, and the elevator came to a sudden stop between floors.
"OH!" someone gasped.
"What happened!" an elderly blue-haired woman asked, frightened.
"I just thought you all wouldn't mind if I stopped the car for a moment," Art said.
Carol groaned as she took the huge black cock in her mouth, sucking on it, tasting the salty, slightly pissy taste of the thick purple crown of smooth flesh. Opening her mouth wider, Carol took more of the black cock into her throat, sucking the man as the other stunned couples watched.
"That... that's disgusting," the blue haired woman gasped.
"I think it looks pretty hot," a blonde said. "Don't you, baby?" she asked her husband.
"Knowing how much you like cock I expect you're just jealous it isn't you," her husband laughed.
"If she doesn't discriminate, she can have this," Bill grinned, holding the material of his pants tightly over the shape of his cock, letting the couple see how hard he was.
"Can I baby?" the blonde asked her husband. "This would be so fucking cool... to suck off a stranger in an elevator with half the hotel watching." Art noticed that the glass wall of the elevator was indeed facing the atrium lobby, and that a group of people had gathered down below, and was staring up at them. Carol and the black man were clearly visible, and now so was Bill and the blonde as he unzipped his trousers and took out his cock.
"Hmm, nice," the blonde cooed, taking Bill's cock inside her mouth, sucking on it as below them a group of men began to whistle and applaud. Art guessed they were within just a few floors from the lobby, so their activities could easily be seen by everyone.
"Ah, guys. I think you better hurry up. Someone is probably about to call a cop on us," he warned.
"I... I'm fucking... through... right... NOWWWWWW!" the black gurgled, pulling his cock from Carol's mouth, spewing huge gobs of cum all over her face.
"I... I believe I may be sick, Harold," the blue hair gasped, turning away from Carol, resting her head on her husband's shoulder.
"Just ignore them, Harriet," the man said, his eyes cloudy with lust as he continued to stare at the spurting cock as it unloaded gobs of cum all over the beautiful young woman's face. Oh how he would have loved to have been able to be the one doing it to her, he mused, realizing it would never happen. Still... she did seem totally approachable, he concluded. Quickly reaching into his side suit pocket, he withdrew a business card and handed it to Art, mouthing the words, "Call me" silently so his wife wouldn't realize what he'd done. Perhaps he could engage the young woman himself, or perhaps she would at least be willing to sell him her panties. God how he'd love to sniff the damp, fragrant panties of a young woman like this one.
Grinning knowingly, Art took the card and put it in his pocket, wondering how his wife had so quickly descended into the comfortable role of a whore, yet pleased by the prospects of what lay ahead of each of them....
