1 comments/ 116376 views/ 5 favorites Carol Gives It Up (At Last!) By: Madman1597 When my son and I moved to a new city, I was a little out of sorts. My divorce had not been pleasant and had left us in a difficult financial situation. Having been a stay at home Mom for sixteen years, my only source of income had been from my husband. Sure, I had a degree in accounting, but I hadn't been near an office for sometime and was quite unaware of the new tax laws and other variables. I got enough money to buy a small house. Much smaller than I had been accustomed to. Our shopping budget was tight and the fact that my son Tom was going to a private prep school added to the strain. My husband only paid what was required by law for Tom's education, to the cent, and the difference I had to make up hurt. The job that I took was, I felt, way below my station. At thirty-six, being a junior associate was a bit of an insult. My supervisor was a twenty-four year old, fat-bottomed little bitch that took great pleasure in me being subordinate to her. In short, I hated the job, but Tom's education and my independence forced me to swallow my pride. Our next-door neighbor was a forty-ish single father named Roger. He was attractive in a Lyle Waggoner from Wonder Woman kind of way with graying temples. He was very friendly when we moved in and helped with some shifting furniture and other things. His daughter Chloe was sixteen and took to Tom straight away. We had a polite neighbor relationship and though the kids spent time together, we kept a polite distance, Roger and I. So basically my life revolved around working and taking care of Tom. Being at the age he was, he didn't really want to spend his spare time at home with his Mom. He'd made friends quickly at school and in the neighborhood and was spending a lot of time with Chloe. Having no friends in this new place and Tom being out at soccer practice or with his friends most of the time, I was pretty lonely. I was also pretty sexually frustrated. My nights alone at home were spent with an old tape of The Devil In Miss Jones, Part Three in the VCR, a bottle of wine in one hand and my vibrator in the other. I look good for my age. Short red hair, big green eyes and a 36-26-38 figure, but I wasn't the type to go out to singles bars to pick up a stud for the night. Suffice it to say that I went through a lot of batteries on those lonely nights. A few months went by. Tom and Chloe were going steady and I suspected they were sleeping together, but that didn't really bother me. We'd had her and Roger over for dinner several times and been on daytrips with them. Roger and I were becoming very friendly. At the semi-final of Tom's soccer tournament, we sat in the bleachers and talked and laughed. He was very attractive to me and had a great sense of humor and fierce intelligence. Tom's team won by a goal and in the joy of victory, Roger and I had hugged each other for a minute, but then backed away embarrassed. The kids were going to a party that night to celebrate the soccer victory and staying away for the night. I hugged Tom and told him I was proud and to behave himself. He walked off with Chloe on his arm and Roger and I stood there looking sheepishly at each other. His strong arms had felt so good around me and my nipples had hardened in his embrace. My pussy had stirred as well. "So what are your plans tonight, Carol?" Roger asked. "Oh, just order Chinese food, have a glass of wine and watch The Dev………" I hastily corrected myself. "A movie." "That sounds pretty good." He said. "Feel like some company?" My heart leapt in my chest and my nipples stiffened again. It had been a long time since I'd had male company and I liked Roger. I decided I wouldn't get carried away. We would eat and watch a movie while sharing a bottle of wine, but I wasn't going to jump into bed with him. "Sure," I said. "What do you feel like watching?" Two hours later, we were in the video store. I had The Way We Were and Beaches in my hand and Roger had Dirty Harry and Con Air. We both laughed when we compared them. I had chosen archetypal female movies and Roger prototypical male titles. Putting them back, we decided to select one together. Somehow, we both went to pick up the same tape at the same time. Body Heat. We both blushed a little. The wine flowed freely as we ate and watched the movie. It was so nice to be sitting there laughing and enjoying a grown up evening at home. The wine had loosened me up a lot and, I hate to admit it, the movie was making me so damn horny that I was thinking of sending Roger home so I could put Miss Jones in the VCR and pull out my toy. As I was mulling this over, on the screen William Hurt was ramming into Kathleen Turner doggy style and her small breasts were jiggling from side to side. I cast a glance over at Roger. He was watching the screen with a very intense look. I ran my eyes down his body and gasped loudly as I saw the outline of his very large and very hard cock through his pants. My pulse quickened and my loins surged. God it was big! Roger flushed and apologized, shifting on the couch to try and conceal his turgid bulge. I had taken my bra off when we arrived home. I felt a rush of adventure and undid the first two buttons of my shirt. My breasts didn't fall out, but revealed enough. Roger exhaled hard as my milky cleavage appeared. I looked into his eyes and then directly at his straining crotch. "Is there anything I can do with that?" I asked gingerly rubbing the front of his pants. Anyway, I ended up, after releasing his cock, stroking it, licking it and sucking it. Not until he came, but I elicited some pretty nice grunts and groans from him in the process. I stripped off and Roger sucked and nibbled my slightly droopy boobs, kneaded my ass- cheeks and gently fingered my dripping pussy. After a few minutes, he parted my thighs and slid his massive dick into me. I thought I was going to faint as he filled me. It was at least 9½-10 inches long and as thick as the handle of a tennis racquet. My cunt felt like it was going to split open, but the friction sent me racing to a mind numbing orgasm. "On me, not in me, Roger." I said as I felt him start to tighten up in anticipation of his climax. He pulled out and I reached down to grab the mighty rod. I closed my fist tight around him and pumped like a mad woman as Roger groaned out loud and spurted four of five thick jets of sizzling hot man-juice onto my white stomach and swollen breasts. I was ready to go up and have a shower. I was a little embarrassed now. I probably wouldn't have done this if I hadn't been slightly drunk. Instinctively I covered my breasts and looked away. How could I ever look at him over the fence again? I wondered. I was shocked from my embarrassment by a feeling of electricity on my clit. Roger's head was between my thighs and he was lapping feverishly at my pussy. My head wanted to yell stop, but whom was I kidding? My pussy pulled rank on my brain and surrendered to Roger's oral prowess. I came bucking in his face like I was riding a mechanical bull. My juices squirted right into his mouth. I expected him to pull away when that happened, but I heard him swallow and he stayed where he was. My body was still convulsing slightly for the next few minutes. Gentleman Roger disappeared for a few minutes and I heard the sound of running water. When he came back, he scooped me up into his arms and carried me up to the bathroom. The tub was full and steaming as he placed me gently in the water. "I should leave you alone now Carol." He said. "I had a wonderful evening. I'll see myself out." Roger leaned down and kissed me, his tongue sliding in and out of my mouth so perfectly that I felt my pussy purr again. If he had wanted another round, I would have gone along willingly. But it wasn't to be. Roger softly touched my face and said goodbye. I sank into the hot bath and closed my eyes. Over the next two weeks, Roger and I got together several more times. He was such a nice man and he was a very talented lover. I had only ever had sex with three men in my life and I'd married the third. I knew what I liked, but was pretty inexperienced. Even at thirty-six. Roger took me to places, sexually that I had never been before. I found myself adapting to him and doing things that I would never have thought of before. I'd only ever done it in two positions. Missionary and on my side in spoons. Roger took me through the entire Karma Sutra. I was really getting into what we were doing on those Saturday nights when the kids were out. Then things went pear shaped. Tom was with his father for the weekend and had taken Chloe. They were going to see an Eminem concert. I had big plans for Roger. During lunch hour on Friday, I had gone to the lingerie store and bought a red lace bustier with suspenders, a gorgeous red g-string, red fishnet stockings and a pair of red high-heels. I snuck into the adult bookstore and bought some body-chocolate and strawberry massage oil. At 5 o'clock on Saturday, I had a long bath. I neatly trimmed my ginger pubic curls and shaved the area into a Mohawk, like the porn stars do. Roger was coming at 7 o'clock. I was going to greet him at the door in my red outfit and fuck his brains out. He reacted perfectly when I opened the door. His eyes bugged out, his mouth dropped open and the front of his pants surged. With the front door still open and Roger still standing in the doorway, I dropped to my knees in front of him and took out his cock. All he could do was stand there as I lowered my mouth over the thick mushroom head. I tasted the drop of clear pre-cum on my tongue as I slowly moved my hand up and down his thick shaft while suckling at the glans. I wasn't a cum-swallower. In fact I had never let a guy cum in my mouth, but I was so grateful to Roger for the sexual awakening he had given me, I decided that I wanted to reward him. I wanted to feel his thick spunk shoot into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. I wanted to stand up with my mouth full when I'd finished, look him in the eye and swallow with a gulp. But not yet. We moved inside and I dragged Roger straight up to my bedroom. He followed like a puppy-dog and I could feel his eyes following the jiggle of my ass as he followed behind. Once in the room, I slid the Miss Jones tape into the VCR to play in the background, then stripped him quickly. For a man in his early forties, Roger had an awesome body. His broad chest was well defined with a tiny patch of graying hair in the middle. His arms were thick and powerful, his legs like tree-trunks and of course, his cock should have had a red cape with a big S on it tied around the top. I pulled the front of the bustier down to release my heavy breasts. He loved my tits. What man doesn't love a 36D? Pinching my nipples, he kissed me hard. I grabbed his penis and squeezed it gently. I was about to go down and start sucking him again when he spoke. "Turn around and show me that ass!" I got a little self-conscious for a second. I didn't like my ass. It was fat. At least to me it was. Being a good 12inches wider than my waist and having a lot of meat on it made me regret my choice of underwear. The g-string left it hanging out in plain view. My face was as red as my lingerie when Roger helped me onto the bed in the doggy-style position. My big butt was stuck right up in the air. I heard Roger whistle through his teeth as I shifted my position a little. I felt my fleshy cheeks wobble with the move. "God damn, Carol!" said Roger with lust. "Do that again." I buried my face deep in the comforter, bit my lip, and then gave my ass a big wiggle. Roger groaned aloud and I turned my head to see him staring open-mouthed at my fat ass and slowly stroking his cock. Now I know this sounds very female, but when your ex-husband has been telling you for years that you have a great big fat hiney and your own impression from looking in the mirror is that it's true, having a guy look at the object of your embarrassment with such unbridled passion and lust makes you feel pretty good. I started to actually feel glad I had a big fat hiney!! Roger ran his hands over my flesh and gripped each generous buttock in his strong hands, flexing them and squeezing my globes as if testing a melon. I nearly peed myself when he kissed me gently on one cheek and then the other. I'd never known my butt was so sensitive to touch. Slowly he grabbed the sides of the g-string and started easing them down. The thong peeled out of my crack in an agonizingly slow movement. I felt a hot breath on my thighs. Roger had his face level with, and only six inches away from my butt. With his powerful hands, I felt him part the tops of my thighs so he could see my swollen and very wet cunt. I knew damn well that my crinkly little anus was looking at him too, but I tried not to think about that. I wasn't into any anal business. I nearly protested when I felt his tongue lap at my snatch. His nose was rested right on my ass-hole. I tried not to think about it and succeeded as his long licker slid up and down and in and out of me. I was hovering at the point where you can feel the beginnings of an orgasm. My breath was heavy and I was pinching and playing with my nipples. Roger started to lick me from the top of my hooded clitoris and in a long slow upward motion right through the middle of my gooey slit when I suddenly stiffened and raised my head. The long lick hadn't ended at the base of my pussy. It had continued up over the perineum and slurped right onto my ass-hole. I froze for a moment, thinking I may have moved and it was an involuntary continuation of his progress. Then he did it again and I knew it definitely wasn't accidental. A third time his tongue slid over my anus, this time stopping for a second and lingering to lick and probe right on my butt-hole. I moved forward to lie on my stomach, increasing the distance between my ass and his face and looked over my shoulder at him warily. "What are you doing, Roger?" I asked a little coldly. Roger kneeled up and the bed behind me, placing his hands on my butt-cheeks. He didn't answer and flipped me over onto my back. When he saw my trimmed pussy, he sighed heavily and buried his face between my thighs. The familiar warm and ticklish feeling returned to my engorged lips and I decided to not think about him tonguing my ass. Soon those thoughts left my head completely as his tongue lapped away and he began to suck hard on my clit. I forgave him for his little anal mishap when his sucking started to produce shudders and I was literally seconds away from orgasm. He pushed my legs up in the air and I grabbed them at the knee, praying he wouldn't stop. I was about to gush in his face when his hands grabbed my ass and the index finger of his left hand was literally a quarter inch from my butt-hole and, because of my free-flowing juices, sliding down. It would be in my ass within a few seconds. I lost my concentration as it slipped down and poked into my anus about half an inch. It was withdrawn as quickly as it entered, but it unsettled me. Roger kept licking and sucking at my cunt, but it wasn't happening. I was still horny as hell and wanted him there, but I didn't want anything going up my ass, even accidentally. You might say I had a few anal issues. I grabbed Roger's hair and pulled him up to me. His big cock slid straight into me as our pubic regions aligned. This was more like it. He started slowly, sliding out almost totally, then giving a long push forward and filling me balls deep. As he slowly fucked me with his long, powerful thrusts, he sucked on my nipples and kissed my neck. After a half hour of this firm but gentle technique, my butt anxieties had all but disappeared. I was so close to climax that one or two powerful thrusts would have me cumming in buckets. Roger must have sensed this. He grabbed me by the wrists and stretched my arms out wide, pinning me to the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed him into me. His rampant cock plunged right to neck of my womb and my juices were flowing freely over his balls. God it felt so good to be held down by a powerful man and rammed. His pace quickened and suddenly my cunt spasmed wildly and my hips bucked and convulsed in a huge warm and wet orgasm. I cried out in Swahili and shuddered, my breasts trembling against his chest. This Roger from next door was the only man who had ever made me cum. My first two sex partners were when I was seventeen and had only been interested in getting themselves off. My husband had tried, but, well let's just say I could have given Meg Ryan a run for her money in that movie When Harry Met Sally. He fell asleep as soon as he shot and I used to go to the bathroom and finish myself off, quietly, with the shower massage. But since our first encounter, Roger had gotten me off at least once, usually two or three times, every time we'd had sex. The orgasm he had just given me was about 8.8 on the Richter scale. I wanted to do something for him and the thought I'd had earlier of sucking him off properly, swallowing his jizz and all that, returned. "What do you want, baby, tell me what you want." I said breathily as I fumbled for his cock. "Anything you want, Roger, tell me what to do." In hindsight, I should have added some parameters to that comment. Roger kissed me hard on the lips. I was stroking his meat with firm movements and looking into his eyes. He had the look on his face like he was getting ready to say something, but holding back. "Come on, Roger, you tell me what you want." I said pre-determining that he was going to ask me to suck him off. "Done!" I thought. You've earned it Roger. He was starting to speak. "Do you know what I really want, Carol?" he said nervously. "Tell me, Roger. Tell me." I licked my lips. My heart pounded inside my chest. I was excited at the prospect of, at age thirty-six, giving my first genuine blowjob to a man that deserved it. Then he spoke. "What I really want, Carol," he said and cupped a butt-cheek. "Is a shot at that delectable ass of yours." My heart stopped for a second. What did he just say? No. He wouldn't. I asked him to repeat. "Carol, I want to fuck you in that big beautiful ass!" I don't know where it came from, but my hand lashed out and slapped him right in the face. I was insane with rage. What the fuck was it with guys and butt fucking? God damn it. For the sixteen years I was married, nine out of every ten times we had sex, my husband Larry was trying to find a way of getting me to let him stick his stumpy cock up my ass. He left anal porn magazines on my bedside table, rented anal porn videos, made me watch the butter scene from Last Tango In Paris a million times. I'd said no from the first time he asked. It's disgusting. But he kept asking. That was one of the reasons I'd divorced him. I caught him fucking our female gardener up the ass in the tool shed and he said he did it with her because I was a prude and a shrew and wouldn't let him do it. All his friends' wives did it, he said. I was repressed. Of course there were other issues that killed our marriage, but that anal sex thing was a big deal to me. Now here I was a year after my divorce with a guy I was really starting to feel for. The sex was like nothing I'd ever had before, the companionship was top shelf, our kids got along great and we had so much in common. Now here he was telling me he wanted to fuck my ass just like the sniveling prick I was married to. My rage was white-hot. "Get the fuck out of my house you fucking pervert!!" Roger looked at me stunned and rubbing his cheek. "What are you, a fag or something? I'll bet that's why your wife left you. You kept trying to fuck her in the ass, didn't you!!" I felt tears forming in my eyes, but I bit my lip and tried to stay tough. My eyes kept straying down to his still standing cock. The thought of that huge pole going up my butt was terrifying. Roger looked at me, hurt. His voice sounded a long way off when he spoke. Carol Gives It Up (At Last!) "I'm sorry Carol. I didn't mean to upset you." He said to which I sneered. "And by the way, my wife died of leukemia." He moved off the bed and stood up. Suddenly I felt terrible. I was still angry about him wanting to butt-fuck me, but the comment about his wife was below the belt. I new that this was a lot more to do with me than him. I had a hang up about butt-sex. Maybe I shouldn't have worn what I wore and wiggled my ass in his face. I conceded to myself that I probably had some responsibility in planting the ass-fucking idea in his mind, with telling him he could do whatever he wanted etcetera. We stood there eye-balling each other. It was over. Things wouldn't be the same any more. I felt a little guilty at wriggling underneath him to that incredible orgasm of a few minutes before. I was mad at him for just being a man and doing the man thing and wanting what he couldn't have. That aside, I was grateful for the six weeks of great sex he had given me. I walked over to him and dropped to my knees in front of him. "This is for the fun we've had this last few weeks." I grabbed his cock and started stroking it up and down. I sneered up at him with contempt. I decided that this was entirely his fault. If he'd have kept his mind off of my ass, we'd be fine and he'd be getting that blowjob from me and maybe I would have asked him to stay the night and who knows where we would have gone from there. Well he wasn't getting that now. I was giving him a grudging good-bye hand- job, and then he was outta here!! A little bit of the slippery stuff was coming out of his cock, but I needed more lubrication so I moved my mouth close to him and spit all over his cock as nastily as I could. I glared back up at him and began to pump quickly. I saw him starting to tighten and I squeezed and pumped furiously until he gasped and his sticky cum shot out of his pee-hole and over my hand and up my arm. I gave a few more strokes after he'd finished then I stood up. We stood toe to toe and I wiped my cum-covered hand over his chest, raised my eyebrows at him menacingly, and then turned away. Over my shoulder, I spoke to him. "You can go now, Roger. We're finished." "But Carol, I'm sorry. Don't you think you're over-reacting a little?" "Over-reacting?" I said turning to him. "Just get the fuck out, Roger. You started this with your perverted little ass antics. Only whores do that kind of thing. Do you think I'm a whore?? An ass-fucking slut?? Go home, Roger. Go home!!" Well Roger went home timidly and our fling was over. Over the next few months, I was a total bitch to him and his daughter, which caused a problem with Tom. He and Chloe were getting pretty serious and with me being the mega-beast to our neighbors, it was making things very tough for Tom. It came to a head about three months after what I referred to as 'The Ass Incident.' I had found out an old college friend, Laura lived in our neighborhood and had been spending a little time with her drinking wine and running down our ex-husbands and men in general. I came home one Friday night to the sound of J-Lo blaring from the rumpus room. I yelled at Tom to turn it down, but he didn't hear. As I got to the doorway I was pretty mad. When I looked in the room I was mortified. The stereo was blaring; the TV was on and, on the floor with their backs to me, were Tom and Chloe. She was naked but for a bra and on her hands and knees. Tom was shirtless and hard up behind her with his jeans at his knees. They were fucking! My little baby who I'd breast-fed was fucking Roger the would-be sodomist's daughter on my rug. I took a long deep breath and took two steps toward them. They were oblivious to me. I was about to grab Tom's shoulder when I happened to look over and see what was going on. My temples started to pound and I filled with rage. My Tom was working his prick in and out of Chloe's tight little ass!! I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I backed out of the room, still un-noticed by them. Standing at the door, I watched Tom begin to thrust quicker and then both started to buck furiously and wail. I stormed back in a fit of anger. Slamming the stereo off, I grabbed both of them by the hair and yanked them to their feet. Both were trying to cover up and had extremely guilty looks on their faces. "What the hell are you two doing?? I trusted you enough to leave you alone and I come home to this??" Tom began to babble an attempted excuse. It was only nine and I said I wouldn't be back until ten. Don't I knock when I enter a room? And so on and so forth. I was having none of it. I slapped him on the face. "How dare you do this in my house!! I feed you and clothe you. I work my fingers to the bone to keep you in school and when you're supposed to be studying I catch you doing this? You are in so much trouble, Mister!!" Chloe was trying to discreetly drag her clothes over with a foot. I erupted at her. "And you, you skanky little whore!! Not only having sex like the tramp that you are, you take it in the foulest way possible. Only sluts and whores are filthy enough to take it in the ass. You're a dirty, filthy ass-whore!!" Chloe's lip trembled and then she burst into tears. Tom tried to comfort her, but I shoved him away from her. He turned to me. "Mom, I know you're upset, but it's not Chloe's fault. It was my idea to do it that way. We wanted to have sex, but I didn't have any condoms. I didn't want to get her pregnant." "And you went along with this, slut?" I barked at the crying girl. "Take it in the ass so you won't get pregnant? Haven't you ever heard of a blowjob for Christ's sake??" She spoke up then, at which I was surprised, but she said the wrong thing. "You shouldn't be mad, Mrs. Connors, you should be proud of us. We acted responsibly to have sex in a way that wouldn't cause trouble." I couldn't believe my ears. I should be proud of them for performing the vilest of sex acts on my rug?? I was out of line and I knew it, but I snapped. I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the couch, flinging her across my knee and began to slap her upturned ass as hard as I could. She kicked her legs and struggled, but I held her fast and spanked her mercilessly. When I noticed something wet on my hand I looked down, then shoved her off me in horror. As I spanked her, Tom's spunk started to dribble out of her ass and got all over my hand. I shot up and ran to the bathroom where I washed my hands thoroughly. When I returned to the rumpus room, they were both dressed and Chloe was heading to the door. "Yes get out of here you little tramp!!" I hissed and she scurried out in tears. Tom and I had serious words and I forbade him to see her. I told him that if he argued with me or went on seeing her behind my back, he could go and live with his father. That wasn't something he wanted to do so he meekly nodded in agreement and went to his room. The next day Roger called and gave me quite a dressing down for putting hands on his daughter. I told him she was a little whore and if she set foot in my house again, I'd do the same. Sparks flew and harsh words were spoken. I ended up slamming the phone down on him. If I never spoke to him again, it would be a billion years too soon. Time went by and I was becoming more and more bitter. Tom hardly spoke to me and I was sure that he was seeing Chloe on the sly. I chose not to pursue that. I did realize that I had gone way overboard over the whole thing. I wasn't actually mad because they were having sex, I was mad that they'd been having anal sex. Like I've said, I have issues with that. Work was getting frustrating too. My chubby-assed little supervisor was being a real bitch to me and after an incident in the bathroom, things got worse. She would always disappear into the boss' office at three p.m. on a Thursday afternoon. The blinds would be closed and the door firmly shut. After an hour she would emerge and head for the bathroom. I heard her come in just as I flushed and exited the stall. I smiled politely as I washed my hands. I noticed something on her blouse and pointed it out. She looked at the splotch skeptically, and then her face became shocked. I looked a little closer and saw that it was a big glob of cum on her lapel. Long story made short, for fear of me telling the whole office she was sucking the bosses cock, she set me up. Someone had been stealing hard disks and other office supplies and I was found to have them in my cubicle. I protested my innocence and proffered my theory that someone had planted them, but it was a lost cause. I wasn't well liked there. I had an attitude about being told what to do by people younger than me and hadn't made any friends. I was fired with a month's severance. The sensible thing to do would have been to look for another job straight away, but instead I hung out with Laura, started going out to singles bars and hitting the bottle pretty hard. Tom hated me for ruining his relationship with Chloe. It became obvious that they weren't sneaking around when she started having Tom's friend Billy around on weekends. When I wasn't at Laura's, I was at home by myself. Tom was spending all his waking moments out with friends or at soccer or studying at the library. I would shut myself in my room and drink wine. Most nights I'd wind up with the Miss Jones tape on and my vibrator buried in my pussy. It occurred to me while watching the tape, that it had three or four butt-fucking scenes in it. Using some twisted logic, I figured that it was okay to watch because the girls were porno sluts and it made it okay. My life had become a circle of seeing Laura and man bashing, drinking cheap (and getting cheaper) wine and masturbating until I fell asleep. I was not in a good place. Catastrophe struck a month later. I had been really lousy with the finances and not looking for work. I assumed that if I got desperate, I could call Larry and he would send me some money. Wrong!! It came to a head when Tom was invited to spend a week at an out of state college. He'd worked really hard at school and this is where he wanted to go. His guidance counselor had told me that the college admissions board would not look kindly on the invitation being turned down. The accommodation was free, but the travel and living allowance needed was over a thousand dollars. I didn't have that kind of money. If I couldn't raise the cash, my already tenuous relationship with Tom would be over. I called Larry. He said that he had put away the money for Tom's college, but Tom wasn't in college yet so he wasn't obliged to pay for this and it was my responsibility. I called Laura and imposed on our friendship. She said she would if she could, but they were just getting by. I called the banks and Credit Company, but they wouldn't give me a loan as I was out of work. In tears, wondering how I got myself into this situation, I fell on the bed defeated, knowing that I would have to tell Tom that the trip was off. Between my sobs I heard the purring of a sports car engine pulling in close by. I looked out the window to next doors drive way. A red Corvette convertible was sitting in the drive and Roger and Chloe were seated within. They got out and walked around the car, caressing it like it was a pedigree kitten. "Oh Daddy, thank you so much!! I can't believe you bought this for me." Said Chloe ecstatically. "You earned it sweetie. I told you if you got invited to the college induction, this car was yours." Roger said benevolently. "But it cost so much, Dad! I didn't realize it was so expensive." "Don't worry about that, honey," Roger chuckled as he gave her a hug. "We've got plenty of money." What did he say? Plenty of money. An idea formed in my head. I threw my clothes off and raced for the shower. I scrubbed and polished myself squeaky clean. I trimmed and shaved my pussy the way I had that fateful night with Roger and perfumed myself. I dragged out the red lingerie I hadn't worn since then and stood in front of the mirror. I had put on a little weight in the last few months from all the wine and junk food I'd been consuming. I still thought I looked okay, though. I donned the bustier, stockings and g- string, and then turned around to inspect my broad ass in the mirror. Now as I said, I'd put on a little weight and it seemed to have all gone to my ass. It seemed huge and I frowned. When I turned around to face front, though, I had to smile. My tits were a little fuller as well and my plan was to use them as my best weapons. I heard the corvette pull out at about seven-thirty. Tom was over at a friends. I took a slug of tequila, straightened my tits and walked over to Roger's house. I stood at the door for about five minutes, plucking up the courage to ring the bell. When I finally did, my heart was pounding. Roger's face was totally surprised when I smiled at him from the doorway. We just stood there looking at each other for a few moments, not knowing what to do. "Are you going to invite me in?" I asked timidly. He stalled. "Well I don't know Carol. I don't think so. You've said some pretty nasty things. And you've done some things that were completely uncalled for." I suddenly remembered being drunk at a bar about two weeks ago, when Roger and an attractive woman walked in. I followed her to the bathroom and told her to watch out for Roger, all he wanted to do was dick her in the ass. She'd walked out on him!! My face reddened. "I'm really sorry for the things I've said and done. I'm sorry for the way I spoke to Chloe and for………for………spanking her. I've been very upset for a long time, I know that's no excuse, but I just wanted to talk to you because I need some help." Roger showed me in and made me coffee. I explained the situation with losing my job, Larry not giving me money, credit cards maxed out etc………. I told him about Tom not talking to me and the college thing and how it was my last hope. I looked him in the eye and asked to borrow $1200. Roger looked at me blankly. "I'll make it worth your while." I said. I still found him attractive and didn't see screwing him for the money as too much of a sacrifice. I started to undo my shirt when he raised his hands and told me to stop. "I'm sorry Carol, I still find you very attractive and, in spite of all that has gone on, I still like you, but this is not the way to do things. If you want the money, I'll loan it to you, but not this way." I moved close to him and thrust my breasts out a little. His eyes opened a little wider when he recognized the red bustier. I spoke to him in my huskiest voice. "This isn't for the money Roger. It's to make up for being such a complete bitch to you for all this time. I want to do this. I would want to do it even if the money wasn't an issue." I kissed him hard on the mouth. He kissed back. I grabbed at his crotch and felt his mighty sword start to thicken. I fumbled at his belt buckle and tried to get his pants down. Then he gently pushed me back. He walked over to his desk and picked up his checkbook. He wrote out the amount, signed it, then tore it off and handed it to me. "Take it Carol and go. This isn't the way to do this." "But Roger I want to." I pleaded. I really did want him to fuck me again. I felt I owed him something special. "Let me do this Roger, I want to make it all up to you. Please." I felt slightly pathetic standing here and begging this man to have sex with me, but I couldn't just take his money. My mind went ping and I knew what to do. I took my blouse and skirt off and stood there in my red outfit. Pulling down the front of the bustier, my breast leapt out. My nipples were hard. I took a few steps towards him and guided his hand up to my tit. He gently squeezed. Then I turned my back to him and placed his hand on a chubby ass-cheek. He squeezed again. "We can pick up where we left off the last time, Roger. There was something you wanted to do to me." I couldn't believe where I was going with this, but it wasn't so terrifying. "You can remember what that was, Roger?" "Uh-huh. Yes, I remember." He stammered. "Do you still want to fuck me in the ass, Roger?" Pulse pounding, heart racing. "Because you can if you want to. You can fuck me right in the ass." I was scared by what I was saying, but visions of Jennifer Noxt having her tight ass reamed in Miss Jones filled my head. They'd been turning me on; I just didn't want to admit that I was kind of curious about anal sex. If any man deserved to satisfy my curiosity, it was Roger for all the shit I'd put him through these last months. He still hadn't said anything. I turned around and grabbed his face, looking him straight in the eye. "Roger," I said softly. "I want you to bend me over and fuck me in my ass!" Roger sprang into action. He scooped me into his arms and took me upstairs. He threw me on the bed and began to undress. I stripped off the bustier and the g-string, leaving my stockings and high-heels. My pussy gushed as he unleashed his massive penis and it bobbed up and down. I'd missed that cock. My vibrator was a very poor substitute. I lunged at it and slobbered all over the shaft. Roger didn't rush me at all. He sucked and nibbled on my titties, licked my belly button and stroked my thighs. He asked me to sixty-nine him, which I did willingly. He sucked and gnawed hungrily at my snatch as I sat on his face. I gripped his cock in my right hand and pumped it while I sucked at the head. His tongue found my anus and I shuffled forward a little. Roger stopped dead, I guess he was waiting for me to turn psycho again, but I just shifted my ass back and pulled my cheeks open. The rimming felt awesome. My ass felt alive. Every nerve ending seemed to spring to life as his tongue slid right into my turd-tube. He flung me on my back and plunged into my aching cunt. I needed to cum so bad. Roger knew this and toyed with me. He was thrust and hump until I was just about to burst and then he'd slow down or stop completely. I was just about delirious with pleasure. For almost an hour he kept this up. Taking me to a second away from orgasm. Finally I begged him to let me cum. I pleaded and moaned and almost began to cry in the frustration when he pumped solidly, increasing his speed until I was screaming and crying and bucking and convulsing as the most incredible orgasm of my life exploded through my whole body. From then on I just let it happen. Roger flipped me over onto my stomach and shoved two pillows under my hips. I spread my legs wide apart and thrust my quivering rump up as high as I could. I heard him fumbling in a drawer, and then I felt him kneel between my thighs. A cold drop of goo landed on my anus, then I felt his finger smoothing the stuff around the anal opening. It was KY jelly and he was using a lot of it. When his finger slipped into my tight ring I tensed up a little, but I was so mellow and wiped out from the marathon fuck he'd thrown into my pussy that I soon relaxed and welcomed his probing digit. "Are you sure you want to do this Carol?" he asked gently with his finger resting inside me. I said nothing and thrust my ass up even higher and grabbing each cheek in my hands, spread them as wide as I could. He placed the head of his sturdy cock at the entrance to my sphincter, which until tonight had been for outbound traffic only. The KY made it very slippery. His cock-head started putting gentle pressure on my ass-hole and then burrowed in about an inch. I tensed up again. It did hurt! Well, not exactly. As the head popped the sphincter muscle open I felt a short, sharp wave of pain, but it settled quickly. It was a little uncomfortable when the whole shaft slowly worked its way in and he started to thrust very slowly and carefully. It wasn't so bad. In fact, as my anal muscles settled around his cock, the feeling of fullness was quite pleasant. By the time his thrusts became a little steadier, my pussy was responding by starting to tingle and leak out more fluids. Carol Gives It Up (At Last!) "Oh My God!!" I thought. "I'm getting fucked in the ass and I like it!!" I started to push backwards and meet his thrusts. Roger was working away more solidly now. He was breathing heavily through his nose and the tips of his fingers were digging into the flesh of my ass- cheeks. As he thrust longer and deeper, the head of his cocked rubbed back and forth over the back of my G-spot. Every time he thrust forward, deep into my rectum, my G-spot pulsed and as the frequency increased I became aware that I was very close to having another orgasm. I tightened my thigh muscles as he pounded my ass, which served to tighten my anal ring around his cock and heighten the contact with my G-spot. Roger's fingers were digging deeper into my fleshy ass and he began to fuck me like crazy. I bucked my hips in rhythm with him and both of us began to moan long and loud. The thrusting reached a fever pitch and all of a sudden I felt my whole vagina, inside and out; explode in a gushing, wet orgasm. To cap it off, just as the spasm erupted in me, I felt Roger's cock boom a thick, warm and sloppy deposit of gooey jism deep inside my rectal passage. We both collapsed afterwards and fell asleep as we were with Rogers softening cock still embedded in my ass. We woke up about four hours later, had a shower together, and then went back to bed. This night had been a revelation to me. The act that I had thought to be the most disgusting of them all had given me probably the greatest sexual experience of my life. I felt a little guilty about Larry and never letting him do it to me, but he was a jerk anyway. I reached out and started playing with Roger's cock. He smiled at me gently. "So you're okay, Carol?" he asked. "It didn't hurt you, did it?" "A little at first." I said and gripped his cock tighter. "But then it felt incredible. I hate to admit it, but I liked it." Roger smiled at me warmly and absently tweaked one of my nipples. I was really yanking on his cock now and it was rock hard again. I rolled him onto his back and attempted to straddle him. My cunt was soaking and I was ready to go. Roger softly pushed me back. "I'm sorry Carol, I'm worn out. Give me until morning." "Hmmmm." I said. "Is there anything I could do to change your mind?" "I don't think so Carol." Roger said. "Not just now." I pouted at him for a minute, but then flopped back down on the bed. I was about to give up when an idea came to mind. I propped up on my elbows and looked him in the eye. "So there's absolutely nothing I could do to change your mind?" I asked slyly. "I don't think so, darling. I'm bushed." "Fair enough." I said with a sigh. "I was just gonna ask you to stick your cock up my ass again, that's all." Roger eyes lit up and his cock lunged upward. I kissed his penis and then reached into the top drawer for the KY. I handed it to Roger with a smile and then rolled onto my tummy with the pillows under me. I grabbed my ass-cheeks and spread them wide, looking over my shoulder at the now wide-awake and moving Roger. "Slide it in babe." I said as I buried my face in the comforter, closed my eyes and smiled. THE END ©copyright Mr. Savage 6/7/01.