11 comments/ 61077 views/ 1 favorites Countdown By: Blueboy4 Carol Vorderman pulled into the car park of the Yorkshire Television Studios. The journey from the West Country had not been a good one and the unusually hot weather had made her journey even more unbearable. And by god the heat was making her feel horny. Since the break up of her marriage a couple of years before her sex life had plummeted somewhat, not that it was that good anyway, her husband only had a small cock and the straw that broke the camel's back was when she had an affair with a guy with a much bigger cock than her husbands and she knew that she needed large cocks to keep her satisfied. She'd had one or two relationships since the split but being famous had a tendency to scare away would be suitors. She always carried a vibrator with her when she was away from home, a huge nine- inch model, but she knew she was desperate for the real thing again. She headed for the studios. It was the start of a new week and she had nine programmes of Countdown to record over the next three days. Heading into the building she said a cheery hello to the doorman and headed up to the first floor and her dressing room. The first thing she needed to do before recording started in an hour or so was to have a shower and freshen herself up. She let herself into the dressing room and threw her bag onto the chair and she switched on the air conditioning right to full blast. She went to her desk and scanned through her timetable and saw that she had exactly fifty five minutes before she was due in the studios. She undressed and caught her reflection in the mirror as she passed over the room to pick up her dressing gown. Hmmmm she thought to herself, not too bad for a woman of my age. Her tits were still firm, her arse was nicely rounded and although her hips showed the signs of bearing two children, because she worked out four times a week her body was nicely toned. She kept her pussy neatly trimmed and although she promised herself she would shave it completely one day she had never got round to it. Carol looked at herself in the mirror and could not resist inserting a finger into her pussy. She was so wet. It actually surprised her in fact just how wet she was. She pushed her finger in and out five or six times and then withdrew it and brought it up to her mouth. Mmmmm she thought, I do like the taste of my own juices. Snapping back to reality, Carol realized she did not have time for this right now but promised herself that when the day was over and she had checked into her hotel, she would have some fun with her vibrator. Although most of the stars at Yorkshire Television had their own dressing rooms, the shower facilities were shared and were entered by a room at the back of each dressing room. The women had dressing rooms on the first floor and the men on the second floor so there was no danger of embarrassing encounters with the male stars. Carol entered the shower room and at first she thought that she was alone but as she reached the cubicle area she saw that Christine Talbot and Carolyn Hodgson, two of the girls from the regional Calendar News team were there. Now she wasn't sure if she imagined it, but Carol thought she noticed a sudden movement from each of the girls as though they had been caught doing something they shouldn't have been. Both girls were totally naked and as Carol got closer she noticed that Carolyn especially had gone a very deep shade of red and that the nipples of both girls were extremely hard. She just smiled a little to herself and thought that it was none of her business anyway and just acted as though nothing had happened. " Hi girls" she said before entering one of the cubicles and locking herself inside. As the hot needles of water cascaded down onto her, Carol immediately felt a lot better and she started to soap herself clean. She ran her hands over her breasts and because she was feeling so horny lately her nipples instantly became erect. She rubbed them between her thumb and forefinger and was very quickly becoming aroused. Fucking hell I really do need a cock she thought and lowered her hand and gently started to rub herself on her very sensitive clitoris. Jolts of electricity coursed through her body and she leant back onto the cubicle and fingered herself to an earth shattering climax. When she had finished she cursed herself. " Damn" she said " I didn't really have time for that" She was now more horny than ever. Carol quickly finished washing herself and re-entered her dressing room to prepare for the first recording. She made it to the studio with about five minutes to spare. The first two recordings of the day were pretty normal and went very well, the contestants were the usual middle-aged type, but when the third recording was being rehearsed one of the contestants that was introduced to Carol took her breath away. His name was Winston Hall, he was about thirty years of age, six feet two inches tall and looked as though he didn't have an ounce of excess fat on him. He was also the blackest man that Carol had ever seen. The recording started and Carol could not take her eyes off this man and when it was his turn to select letters for a new round she even found herself light-heartedly flirting with him. The feeling between her legs was good too and her juices started flowing into her panties as she was playing a different type of game in her mind. If only the viewers knew my juices she smiled inwardly to herself. Eventually the recording was over and as it was the last one of the day all the stars, crew and contestants met in the bar for a few drinks. Carol immediately made a beeline for Winston Hall and the pair were soon involved in friendly chit-chat. It seemed that he had travelled from the south of England and because the recording of his show was scheduled to finish late in the day he had booked an overnight stay in a hotel in the centre of Leeds. Usually Carol had dinner after recordings with the shows' presenter Richard Whiteley, but her mind started to work overtime. She had to have this gorgeous black man and knew she might never get another chance as he had lost his game this afternoon and was eliminated. She saw Richard on the other side of the room and made her way toward him. She told him that with the travelling this morning and the heat etc that she had developed an enormous headache and wouldn't be dining with them that evening. Richard was very sympathetic and told Carol to get back to her hotel, get a good nights sleep and he would see her in the morning. Carol thanked him, said goodnight and turned to leave. She smiled. Sleep was the last thing on her mind. On the way back across the room she stopped at an empty table took out a piece of paper from her handbag and scribbled something. She saw Winston talking to some of the other contestants and made her way to say goodbye to them. After apologizing about leaving early she made her way to leave and when it came to Winston she just said goodbye and shook his hand. This time though a piece of paper passed between them and Carol left. About ten minutes later, Winston, who had clasped the piece of paper in his hand, casually unfolded it and looked to see what was on it. It simply said: Leeds/ Bradford Post House 7.30. He glanced at his watch it was 6.25. Exactly one hour later Winston found himself standing in the foyer of the Leeds / Bradford Post House and a very happy looking Carol Vorderman was making her way toward him. " Hi" she said, " I'm glad you could make it" Winston smiled, " How could I refuse an offer like that from a celebrity like you" he replied. Carol could feel herself blushing. The pair made their way to the bar and Carol ordered them both a drink. After about twenty minutes if idle chat Winston suddenly asked Carol why she had invited him here. " I think you know the answer to that" she replied. He smiled again and simply said " Then let's do it". Carol stood up, again shook Winston by the hand and left the bar. Another piece of paper had passed between the two and as he was walking out of the bar ten minutes later le glanced down at the piece of paper and saw the figure 702. Five minutes later he was in Carol's room. She had got undressed and was wearing a long silk nightdress. They both knew what they wanted and Winston pulled Carol towards him. She melted in his arms. He started to kiss her and she willingly responded to him walking him backwards pulling him toward the bed with her. They collapsed onto it and both got undressed like over eager teenagers going at it for the first time. Very soon they were both naked. Carol's nipples were as hard as bullets and her pussy was flowing like a river. Never had she felt so wet. Winston's cock was like an iron bar. Carol gasped at the size of it. It was nine inches long and as thick as a baby's arm. He started to kiss her nipples and began biting on first one then the other, chewing them between his teeth. Carol threw her head back and groaned in ecstasy. Running his tongue gently over her stomach, Carol opened her legs as far as she could get them, allowing Winston total access to her by now fully aroused clitoris. He gently nibbled her clit between his teeth and Carol came almost immediately. "AAAARRRRGGGHHHH" she cried, " Lick me, please lick my cunt" Winston duly obliged and snaked his tongue inside the folds of Carol's labia and then deep inside her pussy. As he was licking her he cleverly maneuvered his body so that they were in the classic 69- position and his cock was only inches away from Carol's mouth. She eagerly took it and started sucking eagerly taking it deep inside her mouth fondling his massive balls as she took as much of it as she possibly could. They were both nearing climax, and as Winston licked harder on her pussy Carol sucked even harder on his cock. Their timing was perfect, as Carol hit her orgasm so Winston shot a huge load of cum into her mouth and she hungrily swallowed every last drop. What really amazed Carol was that when she came down from her orgasm, Winston was as hard as he was before and she knew she was going to have this wonderful cock deep inside her very soon. Winston changed his position and laid Carol back onto the full length of the bed. Her legs were wide open and her cunt was glistening. Who would believe me if I told them he thought ruefully. He guided his cock towards the entrance of her cunt. "Fuck me " she hissed, and with one swift movement he buried his cock into her right to the hilt and could feel his balls against her arse. "NNNNNNNNGGGGGHHHH" was all she could say. He started to fuck her and gradually she became accustomed to his size. She tried to get her legs open wider so he could get deeper. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her and she had orgasm after orgasm. God how she needed this and she found herself rising off the bed to meet his every thrust until finally he came again shooting another huge amount of cum deep into her womb. Carol lay exhausted. Winston laid above her and smiled. " We haven't quite finished" he said. " What do you mean" said Carol. He laughed again and stroked her forehead very gently, " Well there is still one hole that we haven't filled yet" Carol gasped. " Oh god no" she said, " I've never had a cock there and couldn't possibly take anything as big as that" He stroked her forehead again, " Trust me" he said, " I promise that once I am in you will be begging me for more". He turned Carol over and told her to get onto her knees. Reluctantly she did but was apprehensive about taking such a huge cock in her arse. Winston put the tip of his cock at the entrance and slowly started to force his way inside her. " Oh god it hurrrrrrts " she cried " Trust me Carol, please trust me" he said and he pushed passed her sphincter and had about three inches of his cock inside her. He stopped to allow her to become accustomed to this new intrusion into her body but she was breathing very heavy as the massive cock took her breath away. Slowly he inched further inside her, and Carol started moving beneath him. She could not believe it, he was right, the cock inside her felt so good. " Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck my celebrity arse" she squealed and found herself pushing back onto him and taking his full nine inches inside her. Winston pounded away at her and Carol was indeed begging him for more. " Shove your cock all the way up my arse, please don't ever stop fucking me" Moments later Winston had his third cum of the evening as he deposited another huge load into the lovely Carol Vorderman's tight sweet arse. The two of them soon fell asleep in each other's arms. When she woke the next morning Winston had gone. A note with a simple one-word sentence of " Thanks" was on the table beside the bed. An hour and a half later after showering and breakfast Carol pulled into the Yorkshire Television Studio car park for another day's recording. As she was arriving she noticed Carolyn Hodgson was also parking her car and her mind drifted back to the shower incident of yesterday. I wonder if they were making out she thought to herself. Maybe it is another avenue I could develop she mused as she joined Carolyn for the short walk to the dressing rooms. The End. Please send comments good or bad. Countdown I know that I said that I was taking a break, but this idea came into my head one night, and it seemed silly not to post it. As with most of my recent stories, it is not particularly graphic. "Do you remember the day we met?" I asked, gently brushing the blonde hair out of her eyes so that I could look at her dark blue irises in the dim light. "I remember how annoyed I was," she responded. "About the dress, right?" "The dress, and everything. I hated having to wear that dress," she said, her face involuntarily mirroring the pout I remembered seeing exactly four years ago to the day. "Well, you know, I wasn't that happy, either. I mean, when I heard that the family moving in next door had a kid my age, I was hoping for a boy to hang out with. Not some girl in a pink dress." At the mention of the dress, her nose wrinkled again, before relaxing and returning her face to its usual cuteness. "I'm sure," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What thirteen year old boy wants a thirteen year old girl moving in next door?" "I was almost fourteen," I reminded her. "We were almost fourteen," she noted. "True. I mean, what were the odds that you and I would have exactly the same birthday." "It was strange, and if I recall, it gave us something to talk about." "For a minute," I remembered. "Yeah. At thirteen—" "Almost fourteen," I interrupted. She rolled her eyes. "O.K., at almost fourteen, it was so awkward. I mean, I just moved here. I didn't know anyone. And it was the day before my birthday." Her face clouded briefly with the memory. "I never asked you—did you have a party planned?" "I started to, but when I told my parents, they broke the news—" "That you were moving?" "Yeah. And that it had to be before my birthday." "Why didn't you do something before you moved?" "I asked, but Mom said there was too much to do. And you know how she is." I nodded. "She is always so organized. Not like you," I said, smiling. She hit me playfully in the shoulder, but nodded sheepishly. When she turned to hit me, I could see her cleavage, that soft spot, and the gap between her just right sized breasts. "I remember how you tried to teach me to play that awful video game that you loved, the one with all the killing—" "And I remember how you kept dying." "It was hard to learn how to use those controllers." "I remember how frustrated you were. I was afraid you were going to throw it against the wall and break it." "And you kept yelling at me, trying to tell me what button to push." She paused, and stroked my hair. I leaned forward and kissed her soft neck. "When my mother asked me to invite you to my birthday party the next day, you looked like you were going to throw up." "I was always shy meeting new people. Especially boys. And I was annoyed that you were getting the party that I didn't get." "You sat there, silently, until your mother accepted the invitation on your behalf." "Trust me, we fought about that after we went home, but Mom always got her way." "Like making you wear that dress?" "Ugh. I wanted to wear jeans, like I always did. But that day, but Mom was like, 'no, you have to dress like a lady to meet the new neighbors, blah, blah, blah,' and I was like, 'no way,' and—" "And Mom won." "Mom won." "Well, I always thought you looked cute in it." "You didn't say anything." "I was a thirteen—" "Almost fourteen—" "Almost fourteen year old boy. Like I was going to say anything about a dress to a girl." We paused, and kissed. I ran my hand down her smooth, soft back, and she pressed against me. I knew she could feel my hard cock against her. But it wasn't time. "What time is it?" she asked, her voice a bit huskier. I looked at the clock. "11:30." She smiled. "Almost." "Almost," I replied. "You were so miserable at my party. Was it the dress? "The dress. The fact that it was also my birthday, but no one cared—" "My mom made you a special cupcake—" "That was sweet. But you were getting all of the attention. And the presents. And I didn't know anyone. And it was all boys. And you spent most of the time playing that stupid video game." "I guess. What did you do?" "Mostly talked with your Mom." "She always liked you." "And why shouldn't she?" "Fair point," I said, smiling, and leaned in for another kiss, which turned into more kisses. "Somehow, I don't think that our parents going away this weekend together was a complete coincidence," she said, with that mischievous smile I remembered from that first day. When she didn't know I was watching. "Yeah, probably not." I smiled. "Things didn't turn out so bad, though." "True. I remember going to my first day of school, and being surprised at how nice the other girls were. I expected some sort of Mean Girls thing, but they were great." "I know. I always thought our school was special that way. And I was glad that you and I became friends." "As close as fourteen year olds of the opposite sex could become, I guess." "I never thought you had cooties." "I would hope not," she said, with mock indignation before smiling. "And 'cooties' was for younger kids, right?" "I guess. But I can't remember any other boy or girl our age ever having a 'friend friend' of the opposite sex at that time." She thought for a few seconds. "Probably not. Most of the boys didn't want to have anything to do with us then. Or they thought they wanted to do stuff that most of them weren't ready for. And we weren't, either." "Except for Karen Blevins." "Except for Karen Blevins," she agreed. "Whatever happened to her?" "She moved away in like 10th grade. We thought she was—" "Pregnant, yeah, I know. But I think that was bullshit." I shrugged. "No clue. But we all thought so." "Did you ever do anything with her?" "No. I'm sure I would have if I'd had the chance, but it never..." I trailed off, as I saw her eyes narrow with disapproval. I changed the subject. "Remember our fifteenth birthday party?" "How could I forget our first real boy-girl party." "It was cool that our parents let us do a joint party," I recalled. "It made sense. Same birthday, and so many of the same friends." "All I wanted was to kiss Isabelle Combs—" "And she ended up with Tyler Brock." "That asshole." "He's your best friend," she said with surprise. "That night, he was an asshole," I replied. "And what about you? You followed poor Andres Pagan around all night like a puppy." "I most certainly did not," she said, indignantly, raising herself slightly off of the bed, and allowing me a brief view of her small, dark nipples, before she pulled the sheet up. "Really? I remember you coming over to me, almost in tears, complaining that Andres was ignoring you." "If I recall, your sage advice was to corner him and pull up my shirt." "I did say that, didn't I? Pretty classy." She smiled. "As if that would have made any difference back then." "You really were flat as a board." "And incredibly unhappy about it. I didn't need you, of all people, teasing me about it then." "I'm sorry. I was fifteen. And you sprouted soon after that." "Which was its own problem." "I remember seeing you press your books against your chest to hide them. And all I wanted was to see them." "You were always a breast man. I remember when you were drooling over Madison McCord." "She had a great body." I saw her eyes narrow again. "But nothing like yours," I tried to recover, and stroked her side, feeling her generous, if not excessive, curves. "Nice try," she said, but her smile gave away her true feelings. "I did notice you looking at me differently after." "I did. I was a breast man, as you pointed out." I reached under the covers and felt her soft, beautiful breasts and enjoyed her small smile. "Why didn't we start going out then?" "I still thought of you as just a friend." "A friend with breasts to stare at." "Guilty." I pretended to be ashamed. "Anyway, that was about when you started going out with Allen." "True. He asked me, and you didn't. And he was—is—a nice guy. And cute." "Oh really?" I said, with my own mock indignation. "Not like you, of course," she said, kissing me and slipping her tongue into my mouth. I pulled away and looked at the clock. "11:44." She smiled. "And you started going out with Annie." "I did." "How were you able to ask her out, but not me?" "Well, I thought she would have sex with me, and I knew you wouldn't." "You were right about me." "I know. I knew you weren't going to. And I was wrong about Annie, anyway." "Is that why you broke up?" "In part. I mean, I didn't feel that strongly about her, and she wouldn't do it." I paused. "And there was someone else." She smiled. "But you were taken." "Allen was a good boyfriend, but I know I frustrated him." "Is that why you broke up?" "Kind of. I got tired of having to say no. And, after a while, I realized he wasn't the one." She looked at me meaningfully. "I remember running into you guys on our birthday. I was taking Annie to the movies, and for what I hoped would be a special present at the lookout after—" "Allen and I had dinner at the pizza place next door. He had them bring me a piece of pizza with a candle." She smiled at the memory. "But I know that the night ended unsatisfactorily for both of us." "And for me, too," I replied. We cuddled quietly for a few seconds, and then she said, "I remember at the beginning of the next school year when my mother told me that you were at the door, and I couldn't figure out why you didn't text me, or call me, or just walk in, like you usually did." "I had been shooting the shit with Tyler, and a few of the guys. And of course we were talking about girls. And I think it was Colin who said that I finally needed to ask you out. And I said, 'no, I don't think of her that way," and they all got hysterical laughing. I was like, 'what," and Tyler said, 'it's fucking obvious. You like her. Ask her out.' And I went home, and sat in my room, and I was, like, 'they are right,' and I just ran out of my house and over to yours. Your mother must have thought I was crazy." "She did. But I think she was happy we were together." "Then why did you really break up with me?" She paused. "Because I was an idiot." "No argument here." She hit me. Hard. "No, really. You never told me." She shook her head, but then started to speak. "You knew that I promised my parents that I wouldn't have sex until I was 18." I smiled. "Yeah, I heard something about that." She smiled back at me and rolled her eyes. "I never told you why. And you never asked." "I knew you would have told me if you wanted to. And I knew you must have had a good reason to pass on all of this." I waved my hand up and down my body, which received the rare combination of both a slow head shake and an eye roll. "At this point," she said, "it may not be important anymore, but my mom and I actually had that talk, and it was painful at the start, but they were so open, and so cool about it. Did I ever tell you that my mom got pregnant at 16 by some guy and had an abortion?" "No, you didn't," I replied, a bit surprised. "Yeah, and she was O.K. and all, but she just wanted me to wait. I really thought about it, and decided that I wanted to be old enough to really know that it was the right time. With the right guy." "And I told you that I would wait with you." "I know you said that, but I didn't want to make you." "But I really was fine. I mean, we were doing everything but that—" "Yeah, but I was afraid that you were getting frustrated—" "I'm not Allen." "No, you aren't. But I didn't think that it was fair to you. I loved you so much. And I felt myself weakening. I wanted to. But I had promised my parents, and you know I take promises seriously." I nodded. "I was afraid that if we stayed together, I'd either drive you away, or break my promise." "So you broke up with me instead?" "I didn't know what else to do." "We could have talked about it." She shrugged. "I guess so. I mean, you're right, but it seemed like the right thing to do. You know, 'if you love someone, set them free.'" She paused. "But I think I would have killed you if you actually went out and screwed someone else." She looked at me. "You didn't—" I shook my head. "No. There was no one else I wanted to be with. I sulked. I stayed in my room and played video games. My parents were worried." "I know our mothers talked." "Of course they did." "It was weird not speaking with you on our birthday that year." "I know. I almost called, but chickened out. What did you do?" "Not much. Hung out with the guys. Snuck a couple of beers. You?" "Stayed home, actually. Had cake with my parents. Watched some chick flick." I looked at her. "Yeah, I cried a little." I pulled her close. The warmth of her body felt incredible. I looked at the clock. "11:55." She smiled. "And that day, outside of the auditorium, when I was walking to my car, and you came up behind me." "I thought you were going to have a heart attack." "I was in my own world—" "As usual." "As usual. And you were the last person I expected to grab me." "You weren't hoping for Madison?" "No, although her boobs are great." She hit me again. "Her boyfriend is the size of a refrigerator. A walk in, almost." "Good point. But, no. I wasn't hoping for Madison. But I never dreamed it would be you. Because one thing that I have learned is that when you make a decision, you stick to it." "I couldn't. I missed you." "I missed you too." We kissed. I stole a look at the clock. 11:59. I let my hand slide down between her legs. She felt hotter and wetter than I ever remembered. "Are you glad we waited?" As I was trying to decide what to say, I heard the bell ringing from the church tower. "I guess it doesn't matter anymore. Happy Birthday." The bell rang again. I looked at the clock. 12:00. "Happy Eighteenth Birthday," she purred, pulling me toward her. I rolled on top, and she wrapped her long legs around me. I felt her hand guiding my hard cock into her. The warmth was nearly unbearable. "I'm not sure if I'm glad that we waited," I whispered. "But I'm glad we stopped waiting." "Shut up and make love to me, for god's sake," she panted, moving her hips under me. She was, as usual, correct. The time for talking was over. Countdown I'm back more quickly this time with some gspot target practice... so to speak. I was able to hold on until the end (barely). Were you? * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (11.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Countdown Carol in Austria Since Carol Vorderman became a single woman again it caused something of a sexual awakening in her life. After so many years taking the same cock in the same unimaginative positions at more or less the same times every week she decided it was time for some much needed fun in her life. Together with a very small group of trusted friends, she had been immersing herself in all the fantasies left unfulfilled by her years stuck in a sexually boring marriage. Simply because she was so well known in the UK, most of these sexual adventures either took place abroad where her face wasn’t so well known, if at all; or they happened in well-planned situations with those she could trust not to tell all to the gutter press. Picking up men in bars and clubs solely for a good fuck was obviously out of the question for one of the most beautiful television personalities in Britain. Those who did catch her eye were thoroughly vetted and wouldn’t get past a goodnight kiss for a long time, until Carol knew they could be trusted. Abroad it was different, she could pretend to be a housewife from Bristol or a schoolteacher from London and no one would know any different. So this she did – frequently. If only all those foreign men knew exactly who it was that was so eager to accommodate them in every hole, begging them to do things her ex-husband thought too crude. Getting double penetrated, taking a load of sperm over her face, wrapping her gorgeous breasts around a throbbing cock and working it until spurts of cum dripped down her cleavage – she did all these things and more. Eighteen months ago, Carol and a non-lesbian girlfriend, Valerie, had picked up a young Austrian hitchhiker whilst they were driving back to Vienna during a weekend break on the continent. Carol was feeling horny as fuck so she had started the flirting and before long it was obvious to the both of them that he was game for a ride. Carol looked into the rearview mirror and catching the hitchhiker's eye, said she was tired and did he mind if she lay down in the back beside him where there was more room. Soon after the car had moved off again, Valerie glanced back and smiled to herself as she saw Carol's hand moving up and down the guy's exposed erect shaft as they kissed each other passionately. With one hand on the wheel, she began to undo the top buttons on her blouse, letting the air rushing in the open side window cool her rising temperature. Most times they targeted men in pairs, but if Valerie was being honest with herself, there was an extra excitement about sharing one man between both of them. The second time she looked in the rearview, she could see that Carol's skirt was rumpled up and either him or Carol had pulled Carol's panties down until they were stretched alarmingly half way down Carol's parted thighs. The guy had two fingers buried deep in Carol's, by now very well lubricated, vagina and was massaging the area of her exposed clitoris with the knuckle of his thumb. Carol’s fanny juice was coating the boy’s fingers and hand and then dripping out onto the car seat as she raised her hips, wanting to feel his touch deeper inside her. Carol was certainly enjoying getting her cunt played with but it was knowing that Valerie was watching that was turning her on even more. Val could smell the sexual arousal in the confined air of the car and could now feel her own arousal dampening her own panties and found it difficult to concentrate on driving because she was desperate to join them in the back and get her own hot, sticky cunt fucked hard. Carol moaned breathlessly and pumped the guy's cock harder and faster as their passenger spread his two fingers inside her dripping cunt and rubbed the inner walls of her contracting hole. She was very close to cumming at that point so took herself to a very potent climax by leaning down and licking off the small build up of precum which had puddled in the head of his prick. Valerie gasped, slowing her 4x4 to a crawl fearful of losing control as she watched and listened to Carol being finger-fucked by a complete stranger – oblivious to the fact that he had his hand inside the most sought after pussy in England. Neither Valerie nor Carol spoke any Austrian and the hitchhiker only had a basic grasp of English, but it didn't take too much of a grasp of either language to understand the very aroused hitchhiker was dying to impale either or both of them with his impatiently throbbing cock. Fortunately they were miles from any living soul so Valerie pulled over into a passing place in the narrow alpine road and stopped the car. As they both got out the car to change places so Carol was in the front and Valerie had taken her place in the back, Carol gestured to Valerie with her palms a good nine inches apart that the guy had a good-sized cock on him and they both licked their lips in appreciation and anticipation. Carol watched from the front seat after she had finished completely removing her skirt and knickers, leaving her in just her thigh-high hold ups from the waist down. Valerie climbed into the back and positioned herself so the hitchhiker could fuck her from the rear. He could see that Valerie's cunt was open and waiting so he wasted no time in burying his shaft deep inside and, hand on her hips, he screwed her deep and hard until lines of cunt juice were trailing down her inner thighs. Moans of ecstatic delight could be heard coming from the front as Carol looked over enviously, rubbing her pussy lips and clitoris as her best friend had orgasm after orgasm until the hitchhiker collapsed on top of her, pumping copious amounts of his own hot cum inside her. Carol seized her opportunity! She got out and opened the back door at the hitchhiker's side and edged him out of the way and lay down on the back seat with her head and shoulders between Valerie's spread thighs as Valerie rolled over onto her back panting, and Carol almost came again instantly as she spied the cum-filled treat before her eyes. Valerie got the shock of her life as she felt her best friend's mouth lapping at her overflowing quim. She was shocked that Carol was doing this to her, but more shocked that she actually found it very erotic, creating more tremors in her pussy. She moaned softly with delight at this new experience of another woman eating her out. The young Austrian was temporarily forgotten as Carol concentrated on sucking and licking the cocktail of juices of the hitchhiker and Valerie from the latter's dripping pussy. Not that she needed any encouragement, but Valerie pulled Carol's head down until her nose and mouth were buried deep in her new lover's wet fleshly hole, smothering her open mouth with the mixture of male and female love juice. Carol drank willingly. All of Carol's senses were bombarded as she tasted her best friend's previously unexplored love nest, the sound of Valerie squealing loudly in encouragement drove Carol to thrust her tongue even faster and deeper into her lover's hole, driving them both over the edge together into another climax. The scent of Valerie's precious cunt, wet and glistening with her own excitement mingled with the musty smell of the young Austrian's sperm flooded her nostrils, but it was the sight before her that had Carol reaching under herself to plunge three fingers into her own dribbling, roasting-hot cunt; right before her eyes was Valerie's open, inviting pussy — a pussy she'd dreamt of drinking from for a long, long time — and Carol wanked herself deep and hard simply at the sight of those folds of pouting, hot female flesh. Orgasm followed orgasm for the both of them as they made the most of this new bond between them, Valerie enjoying immensely the sensations radiating from her groin and Carol pleasuring herself at the experience of going down on her long-time friend. The hitchhiker hanging halfway out the open door was forgotten until Carol felt his erect prick fighting for space inside her wet cunt occupied by her own writhing fingers. "Please, please", pleaded the Austrian, so Carol pulled her fingers out of her pussy, offering the coated digits up to Valerie's mouth for her to taste. With all the work Carol had been doing on her pussy, Valerie was now well past the stage of any thoughts of resistance and, now eager to experience every aspect of fucking other women, gladly took the offered fingers into her mouth, biting them and licking another woman's juice from them. Fully erect again, the hitchhiker slid his tool easily in and out of Carol's slobbering hole, stretching her and filling her, slipping it in her from behind until his balls were tight against the spread lips of her cunt. It was all too much for Carol, who loudly egged him on to fuck her harder. A massive orgasm burst through her making her shake with lust as he spurted inside her before withdrawing to shoot what was left over her arse cheeks and thighs. The three of them satisfied and exhausted, they all got in the back and closed the outside world outside and just lay down out of sight, occasionally fondling or fingering each other gently. The hectic and unexpected session was rounded off when the virile young Austrian came for a third time down Valerie's throat whilst her new lover Carol slept at her side, their legs interlocked as they lay squashed together on the back seat. The hitchhiker was later dropped off at Vienna's main railway station and Carol and Valerie tried to slip up to their hotel room unnoticed because they knew they looked not too pretty with their hair and makeup a mess, their clothes disheveled and both of them smelling of sweat and sex. The two of them were soon submerged in the hot tub, naked and alone for the first time they softly stroked, kissed and nibbled every inch of each other's naked body, but mostly they just talked — about how today's events would change both of their lives for ever.