3 comments/ 7446 views/ 6 favorites TV Land: Porn House on the Prairie By: jackvitale Please note! This is the second posting of this story. The first version was inadvertently omitted by me. Please like this version as much as you liked the first one. ***** Like most of the men folk in Walnut Grove, Charles Ingalls doesn't want to stare at Mrs. Oleson's big bulging boobs. He looks and he looks, but pretty soon, just looking at the large rack isn't doing it anymore, and he decides to do something drastic with Harriet's big teasing tits. Engrossed in heated passion, neither Charles nor Harriet expect to be found out by their spouses, but soon are. Rather than confront their cheating spouses, Nels and Caroline follow suit in their own heated passion. TV Land: Porn House On the Prairie Nels and Harriet Oleson are the proprietors of Oleson Mercantile in Walnut Grove, Minnesota. Nels is well-liked by everyone. Harriet is not. The forty-eight year old woman has a rotten disposition and is an old crab to just about everyone including husband, Nels. It's hard to imagine this crusty old woman being affectionate to anyone, never mind a loving spouse in their conjugal bed. Just about everyone in town pities poor Nels, that is everyone but Nels himself. Perhaps his love of her big tits renders him blind? Despite her shitty attitude, the grumpy old lady has real nice boobs, a big healthy rack that can easily take a man's attention away from her frowning face. Not that Mrs. Oleson flaunts her big boobs on purpose. She doesn't. Her modest clothes do nothing to show off any of her healthy cleavage. Her blouses and dresses all button right up to her neck. What she Does show to those wanting to look, are the big beautiful tits bulging the material on whatever blouse or dress she's wearing at the time. Like most of the men folk in Walnut Grove, Charles Ingalls doesn't want to stare at Mrs. Oleson's big bulging boobs. Don't forget, this real nice guy is a happily married man with the lovely Caroline waiting at home for him. Looking at another woman is simply intolerable to a man like Charles. It doesn't matter that the pert tits of his lovely Caroline Ingalls pale in comparison to those of Harriet Oleson. Charles just isn't allowed to stare, but like all the others, he just can't help it. He looks and he looks, but pretty soon, just looking at those large tits isn't doing it anymore for Charles. He needs to do more than a man of his realm is allowed. So, while Caroline stays true at the little house, Charles decides to do something quite drastic with Harriet's big teasing tits. Traditionally, the mercantile store has its slow times, a small window of time when there are very few customers in the store. Charles knows of this slow time because Nels tells him all the time when business is slow. He also knows that Nels makes his many deliveries during this small window of opportunity. As will Charles. Knowing Harriet's alone, Charles calls out her name right after entering the front of the store. When she tells him she's in the back of the store and to come on through, he doesn't hesitate. Why would he? He's obsessed with fondling her. He wants the woman's tits. Why wait? He has to do it before he loses his nerve. Undeterred by the consequences, a determined Charles walks into the small office where he finds Harriet seated at her desk, being her usual crabby self. "What is it, Charles? I'm very busy!" Charles doesn't waste time looking at her frowning face. His gaze goes right to her massive tits, a plentiful set much larger than his wife's average tits, breasts so succulent and tempting, he yearns to reach out and grab for them, but he doesn't. Saying nothing, he watches her breasts rise and lower with Harriet's every breath. Even as she continues working, the storeowner's big tits are exciting him, and for the first time since he met the woman some ten years earlier, he desperately wants her body, and he especially wants her delectable boobs for his eager fingers and sucking mouth. This, of course, is totally crazy in Charles's mind. He has no right to feel this way. The older woman is married to an old friend, for God's Sake. And he is too! They both have people they love dearly, people who will be crushed if they know Harriet and Charles have engaged in the debauchery he's thinking. Besides, both he and Harriet are much too mature to be engaging in such childhood foolishness. What he's thinking is for the young and the reckless. People like them are supposed to be responsible for their actions. Aren't they? As if the woman knows exactly what's on his mind, Harriet stops what she's doing and turns her head to look up at Charles. Her eyes fix on his and a big smile brightens her otherwise dreary face. Perhaps it's the look on his face that says what he's thinking and feeling. Or perhaps it's just wishful thinking on her part. Either way, Mrs. Oleson's bewitching smile says she likes what the very handsome Charles Ingalls is thinking and feeling. He is, after all, a very attractive man, one much more desirable than her own drab husband, Nels. Harriet's never told anyone of this, but her thoughts of Charles Ingalls have gone way beyond those of a customer or friend. She sees him in a conjugal way. Even while sitting there with her fantasy man gawking at her massive tits, Mrs. Oleson is already having very lewd thoughts of her own. Charlie doesn't know this as he prepares to follow through on his own thoughts of unbridled lust. So, without a thought to the consequence, he reaches for and grabs her tits, vigorously squeezing both her large breasts, all the while feeling the hardness of her nipples right through her blouse and bra. At first, the older lady is stunned by the man's actions. "Oh, Charles! What . . . what you . . . doing? My Goodness!" In his glory, he ignores her. "I'm doing this, Harriet! I have to!" She doesn't care. Harriet wants him doing what he's doing. "Oh, Charles! Charles!" After this she says nothing. She just sits there with her eyes closed, moaning softly while another man gives her hefty tits a vigorous rubdown. It's almost as if Harriet wants Charles doing what he's doing, and she does. On this day, the once grumpy wife wants it all. The forty-eight-year old woman is becoming very aroused by what the younger man's doing to her. So much so, she does some grabbing of her own. While he plays and fondles, she grabs his dick with one hand and the back of his head with the other. "Kiss me, Charles! I need you to kiss me!" Suddenly, his lips are pressed to her lips and Harriet's meaty tongue is deep inside his mouth, hungrily grasping for his tongue. Suddenly, their difference in ages and their loving spouses mean nothing to both. Suddenly, Harriet Oleson and Charles Ingalls are both young and reckless again. On fire now, she quickly undoes his belt, unzips his pants and pulls them to the floor. A woman consumed by her passion, Harriet jerks wildly on his cock while kissing Charles with intense passion. He can't believe that a brisk rubbing of a woman's breasts could turn that woman into someone so incredibly wild. And who could believe that this new wild woman was once the crabby old Harriet Oleson? Still kissing passionately, his hands hastily tug at her blouse and he pulls it up over her fleshy mams. Her breasts look so sumptuous inside her white bra, he's tempted to stare at them without doing anything. This, of course, just can't be. He has to have them inside his hands and inside his mouth, so he unhooks the bra. Two massive breasts instantly jut free. Her tits are so succulent that Charles has to suck on them. One of her rigid nipples goes right into his mouth and he begins to suck and nibble on it while vigorously massaging both her giant tits. She apparently likes what he's doing because her soft moaning keeps getting louder and louder. The more he rubs and sucks on her tits, the louder she moans and groans. Somehow, during his stimulation of her enormous chest, she manages to stand. When she does, she grapples for the belt on his pants while he tugs hastily on her clothes. In seconds, his pants are open and her skirt and blouse are strewn all over the floor. Suddenly, the buxom Harriet is wearing only her bloomers and he has her hand groping inside his drawers. "I want this, Charles! I want it badly!" she tells him with his very hard cock filling her hand. "I know it's wrong, but I want your member deep inside me." Charles just can't believe what he's hearing. "Are you sure, Harriet? It's very wrong, you know?" he says even though he wants to fuck this woman even more than he ever wanted to fuck his wife. This is why he pulls Harriet over to the office couch, and from behind, tugs her bloomers down around her big soft ass. "Yes, Charles! Yes! I want it inside me doing what Nels normally does with me." Charles wants this too, but he wants something else from the supposedly righteous Mrs. Oleson. Along with her fucking for him, he wants the dirty words spewing from her righteous mouth. So, with the flimsy material now draping her pushy meaty thighs, Charles grabs a giant tit in one hand and her juicy crotch with the other. What he feels then is a very hard nipple and a very wet cunt that tingles to the touch. "Say it, Harriet! Say what you want!" he tells her while humping her soft ass with his hard cock and rubbing her wet pussy with his fingers. He's exciting her, but Still won't say the words. "No, Charles! I can't say it! It's not like me to talk that way. I'll do whatever you want. Just don't make me say it too!" "Okay then!" he says in resignation, but doesn't give up the fight. He has another way. Charles flips the babe around and eases her onto the couch. Now on her back, Harriet stares up at the other man as he slides her bloomers down her fatty legs and off her body. The anxiety shows on her pretty face as he spreads open her solid meaty limbs and stares down at the woman's large furry bush. He's ready to make his very bold move. "Are you ready, woman?" "Yes, Charles! I'm ready!" she says, fully expecting his hardened member. Charles, however, has other plans. He holds his breath, closes his eyes, and leans over, his face pressing right to Harriet's furry bush, doing something he's done many times over with wife, Caroline, something his younger, but flat-chested wife truly loves for feeling the mood. He starts licking the woman's wet lips, both inside and outside her hot juicy cunt. In little time, there's no doubt that Harriet loves what he's doing. She's moaning loudly and moving her lower body up and down to his face and sucking mouth. Seeing what's happening, this inspires Charles to do even more, so he does what he thinks will take Mrs. Oleson over the edge and into dirty talk land. His tongue touches and goes to work on her clitoris, flicking it about while rolling it along his quite active tongue. With this, the woman be becomes wild and incontrollable. She grabs a hold of his head. "Oh, Charles! That's it! Suck me! Finger me! Fuck me with your fingers!" Starting to get the dirty talk he wants, Charles goes for even more. Four fingers of his one hand join his mouth between Harriet's spread open legs penetrating her pussy and twisting deep inside her while his tongue continues licking, his lips sucking. Before he knows it, it's become quite clear his plan has worked. "I'm ready, Charles! Fuck me!" she yells while slapping his back hard. "Please fuck me! I'm . . . I'm cumming! Oh, Charles! Give me your cock! Fuck me! Fuck me!" To his amazement, another man's wife is telling Charles something only his own wife ever tells him. This is almost as unexpected as what's happening in the first place. Nevertheless, it doesn't stop Charles from giving the horny, vulgar woman exactly what she wants. "Oh, I'll fuck you all right, you horny bitch!" Charles swears too. He does so simply because it gives him a feeling of power over a woman begging for his cock. As with al men, it's a macho thing. So, with a sense of extreme anxiety, he gets up off the floor and kneels on the couch between Harriet's spread open legs. When he does, she reaches out and grabs for his cock, causing him to lean forward. As he does, the soft smooth flesh of her solid calf muscles come around his waist and she pulls him down on top of her. With that, his cock slides easily into the pussy of Mrs. Oleson, completely filling the cunt of the mercantile owner's wife. "Ohh, ahhh, Ohh, ahhh, Ohh, ahhh, Ohh, ahhh!" the woman moans and sighs as he holds onto her big soft ass and moves back and forth, again feeling the wonderful sensation of his hard cock rubbing a woman's vagina. Charles can't help but express his feeling of extreme joy. "Nice, Harriet, nice! Fuck for me, baby! Keep on fucking!" he tells the woman with his hands holding onto her big ass, and his body and cock thrusting back and forth onto her. Feeling the same as the man holding and fucking her, Harriet can't help but express his own feeling of extreme joy. "Oh, I am, Charles! I'm fucking for you like I never fucked for anyone. Not even Nels ever got what you're getting. I'm not only taking your big hard cock and fucking for you, I'm saying all the nasty words too! Fuck me, Charles! Fuck me with you big beautiful cock! You keep fucking and I'll keep fucking and talking!" Given how they both feel, it doesn't take long for both to cum. She explodes quickly with an outburst of loud moaning grunts and a shaking of her big soft ass inside his hands. He lets go with more shots of sperm than ever, almost like he has an endless supply of it, which on this day, he probably does. Too exhausted to move, he stays on top of Harriet as his softened cock slips out of her. She says nothing and he follows suit. Quite frankly, Charles doesn't know what to say. They just cheated on their loving spouses. What could he possibly say to the woman who committed the same infidelity as he? Great fuck! I loved fucking you! Charles doesn't think so. He waits for her to speak. Thank God she finally does. "My clothes! Where are my clothes?" she asks while standing on her own, hurrying about the office to gather up all her clothes and his. "Take them, Charles! Take them and get out! No one must ever know!" He takes his clothes and hurriedly puts them on, watching intently as Harriet does the same. When he finishes, he reaches out for one last hug, but this isn't happening, not then, not ever. "No, Charles! You must go, NOW!" "WHAT? I don't understand?" "I said get out! We're finished! Done!" A dejected Charles turns to leave. Despite of what she says, he doesn't want their time to end. "But what about me? What about next time?" "Next time? There'll be no next time! My God, Charles! You're a fool if you think I'm ever taking this chance again. My God! Nels would disown me if he knew! Now get out of here before he comes home. Go home to your wife where you belong!" End Another Tryst with Mrs. Oleson Ever since his afternoon of heated sex with Mrs. Oleson a few weeks earlier, Charles Ingalls thinks of nothing else. She's still an old crab to everyone else, but to Charles she's a hot ball of fire he simply must have again no matter the consequences. Happily for Charles, there's a small ray of hope he isn't aware of as schemes for another tryst. Unbeknownst to the horny Mr. Ingalls, the lady of his affection has been having the same lurid thoughts as the man who fucked her far better than any man has ever done it to the woman. Even Nels on his best day could never do for Harriet what Charles did in the back office of the Oleson Mercantile. If Charles were to come by unexpectedly, it's quite possible that both he and Mrs. Oleson could be cumming not long after. Meanwhile . . . From his vantage point at the livery, Charles Ingalls watches intently as Nels leaves Walnut Grove in his buckboard. Knowing the his lover's husband will be gone for at least three hours, he waits another fifteen minutes before making his way to the Oleson Mercantile. There's a sign on the door telling everyone that the general store will be closed for several hours while Nels does deliveries and Harriet does the bookkeeping. Charles ignores the sign and moves through the front door. Just as he does, Harriet walks out from the back office and sees him standing there. Her mouth drops and she stares nervously at her one-time lover. She's glad he's there, but clearly doesn't show it. "Charles! How . . . how are you?" Charles is nervous and hesitant. He doesn't know what to say. The last time they were together she told him to leave. She made him feel like a fool and he doesn't want a repeat of this. Just by her look, he senses her saying the same thing, so he turns to leave. Charles doesn't know how wrong he is. "Wait Charles! Don't go!" she says. Please come inside! We have to talk!" Feeling a bit more confident now, Charles walks through the store until he's standing in the doorway leading to the back office. "Why, Mrs. Oleson? Why do you want me coming inside?" She moves right up to him. "Perhaps my reaction was somewhat hasty. I shouldn't have acted that way with you. What we did together was very special to me. I shouldn't have tossed you aside as I did." "It was?" he asks while placing his rough hands on her soft meaty hips, squeezing them tightly. "How so, Mrs. Oleson?" "Yes, yes, it was, Charles! It was very special to me and . . . and I dismissed it unfairly," she says in a soft sexy voice. "You shouldn't have done that, Mrs. Oleson. It really hurt my feelings." "Oh, Charles! I'm so sorry about that," she says while taking his hands inside hers. "Please, Charles! Come to the back with me! Let Harriet make it up to you!" * * * Nels is an hour away when he realizes he's forgotten an order that's promised for the day's delivery. So, with nothing but the promise on his mind, he turns the rig around and heads back to the mercantile. * * * Inside a spare bedroom and on a bed, Mrs. Harriet Oleson and Mr. Charles Ingalls kiss. They kiss a lot. They kiss with their tongues while his hand finds its way under her dress yet another time. The rub of her wet pussy really gets her going with the older lady moving her body up and down to his active fingers. She's very close to fucking a second time when he opts for another route. The route he chooses to go has been traveled once before with this woman. His second time will prove to be just as rewarding as the first. So, with the touch of an expert, he begins by licking her surprisingly flat belly just above her pubic hair at the same time his fingers glide back and forth along her satiny thighs. The feel of his tongue startles the conservative Mrs. Oleson. "Ohh, Charles!" she sighs. "What . . . what are you doing my darling? You know that makes me feel so good. Ohhhhh, Charles!" Charles knows. He also knows what a fierce licking of her pussy will get him. The first time was dirty talk. This time, it could be an even more incredible venture. As she coos softly, his tongue joins his fingers on her smooth soft legs. Their titillation prompts her to part those gorgeous legs even further, opening wide as if offering him her most prized possession. Sensing she's ready for her trip to the stars, he doesn't hesitate. He truly loves licking Harriet's deliciously tasty legs, but why wait any longer? The sooner he starts eating her very delicious pussy, the sooner his own joyride will begin. So, why wait? * * * On his way through town, Nels passes the livery stable. Standing alone with a lunch basket is Caroline Ingalls. She brings Charles his midday meal, but alas, her loving spouse is not there to eat what Caroline brings. He's dining on another tasty morsel somewhere else. TV Land: Porn House on the Prairie * * * Charles presses his face to her moist and tasty crotch; his lips touch her lips and his tongue starts licking the splendor known as female cunt. Without a doubt, it's better than anticipated for both, especially the once tentative Mrs. Oleson. She just can't hide her inner most feelings. "Oohh, my! Oohh, my God! Sweet mother of Jesus! You can't . . . ohhh! It's Heaven on Earth! Ohhhhh, Charles! Don't . . . don't stop d-d-d-doing what you're d-d-d-doing! I . . . I beg you! Don't ever stop!" Charles doesn't stop, not for a while anyway. He's enjoying himself way too much to ever stop eating her. He's doing something to this woman that no man has ever done to her and this makes him feel real good about it. What a fool her husband is, he thinks as he holds her thighs open with his hands as his mouth and tongue take somebody else's wife to places totally untraveled for her. "Ohhh, God, dear Charles! I . . . I can't believe it! I'm . . . I'm c-c-c-cumming! Ohh, Goddd! I'm . . . I'm c-c-c-cumming!" As before, her orgasm lasts a very long time and she says much more than before. She's still jerking her body and gasping as he kneels between her parted legs. "Are you okay, Harriet?" Charles speaks the words that cause her eyes to open. She looks up at him while blinking. "Yes, Charles! I'm fine. It was just overpowering, much like before." "It was meant to be," he says with his cock not far from her mouth. "I would have been very disappointed if you didn't feel this way," he says as his left hand grasps the back of her head, moving her mouth even closer to the waiting cock. As he does this, her eyes widen and they stare down at the cock just centimeters from her lips. The eyes speak for her lips by saying no. The way it looks to Charles, her virgin mouth wants no part of what he wants. Charles is wrong. * * * The first thing Nels sees as he walks up to his store is a sign on the door that says Closed. How can this be? Just because he isn't there, Harriet shouldn't be closing the store for business. What was his wife thinking, and where is she? In his mind, she should be able to do the books and take care of customers at the same time. She is . . . well, sort of. * * * Her one hand takes hold of his cock and she begins to stroke it briskly while holding it ever so close to her mouth. "Your dick is quite nice, Mr. Ingalls, and I know you want me to suck on it, but I'm not so sure my small mouth can accommodate a dick so big. My God! What if I choke on the gosh darn thing?" "There's only one sure way to find out," he says with his cock touching her lower lip. "I suppose this is true!" she says before her lips come around it and she promptly sucks his big cock right into her supposedly small mouth. With this, her eyes close tightly, her tongue dances in circles on the hard head, and she uses her one hand to slide his tingling cock along her wet lips and in and out of her small, but very eager mouth. Not only is Mrs. Oleson a nice surprise when it comes to giving blowjobs, she shocks him even further with her own sexual demands, not to mention the raciest language he's ever heard from any woman. "Eat me again, baby! I want more!" she tells him before giving Charles the biggest shock of all. Dirty talk. Yeah! That's right! The once saintly matron of the Oleson family talks just as dirty as any man or whore. "You suck on my cunt and I'll suck off your cock. We'll do it together at the same time," Mrs. Oleson tells Charles just before doing her part of the request. His cock fills her mouth, her tongue starts licking and her lips start sliding. She only stops long enough for him to get his cock into position over her waiting lips and eager tongue. Charles and Caroline have done the sixty-nine position many times before. He loves it and so does his loving wife, the same loving wife who isn't at home like Charles thinks. She's at the livery stable where Charles is supposed to be working, but isn't working cause he's doing a sixty-nine with Mrs. Oleson. * * * "Harriet!" Nels calls his wife's name, but gets no answer. Of course he doesn't. Harriet's too engrossed with Charles to hear anything. This is why there's a closed sign on the door. The very last thing Harriet wants is Nels seeing her performing oral sex on another man while he in turn does the same thing to her. Yet, this is precisely what husband, Nels, sees. Poor Nels stands there in perfect shock, unable to speak or utter any discernible sound. He's too devastated to do anything but stare in horror at the depravity taking place on a bed in the back of his store. Unable to believe his eyes, he wants to say something, to scream out loud how angry he is, but Nels doesn't scream or say a single solitary word. He just leaves the two sinners as he finds them. An angry Nels leaves the store and walks down the street plotting revenge. The manly thing would be to fight Charles in a fistfight, but this isn't how Nels solves his problems. Not that it matters. He'd surely lose a physical fight with the younger, stronger man anyway. There's a better way to restore his honor and Nels knows it. Mrs. Ingalls is still pacing back and forth when Nels arrives at the livery stable. His anger dissipates when he sees the lovely thirty-year old wife of the man engaged in oral sex with his own wife. With one look at the blonde-haired Caroline, the image of Harriet sucking cock instantly leave his mind, quickly replaced by another more satisfying image, one of Caroline's sweet lips enwrapping his own growing cock. In love and war, turnabout is indeed fair play, especially for a fifty-year old man who lusts for a younger woman. "Caroline! It's urgent I speak with you!" Nels begins to lay his groundwork. He knows the value of a scorned wife. They stop at nothing to get their just due. He trusts that Caroline Ingalls will want the same sweet revenge as he. Once she sees her devoted spouse behaving in a manner not quite up to the standard of their marriage vows, she'll behave much the same in her own quest to get even. Caroline doesn't even make it to the back of the store before she hears the squealing voices of both Charles and Harriet. Even without seeing them, she can still hear. "Ohhhhh, uhm, ohh, uhm! I just love your big beautiful cock! I could suck it, uhmm, all day and night! Uhm, ohh, uhm!" "Nice, baby, nice!" Charles says as his wife peeks into the room to see the absolute unthinkable, thereby sealing his doom. Like Nels, the stunned Caroline says nothing. She merely bites her lower lip to keep from screaming before turning around and marching right out of the mercantile and into the arms of a waiting Nels Oleson. "Oh, Nels! I'm so devastated! How could he do this to me? I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself." Caroline's emotions get to her and she starts to cry. Nels seizes the moment and takes her hand. He has his own agenda, "There, there, Caroline! We need to get you away from here," he tells the sobbing woman who's too upset to know she's being seduced into her own web of blatant infidelity. "Okay, Nels! But where are we going?" Nels merely smiles as he leads the way to one of his vacant rental properties, a small cottage not far from the Oleson Mercantile. On other days, Nels uses its nice comfy bed for his mid-day naps. Not so today, This time, the comfy bed will serve a more illicit purpose. Once inside this furnished house, his first move is to console the angry wife. "I know you're upset, Caroline, but you just have to move on," he says while rubbing Caroline's back, already thinking about rubbing much more of the vulnerable, but appealing younger woman. "I'm so very angry!" she says with her wet mouth touching his ear. "I thought he loved me. Why would he look for sex with someone else? I give him very good sex! I know I do!" This is his opening and Nels takes it. "Maybe you don't, Mrs. Ingalls. Maybe the sex you give Charles isn't quite up to par. Perhaps I can offer you some advice in this sensitive area. Being a man myself, I think I know what men like. Maybe I can help!" Bewildered, Caroline leans back and looks at the other man, the palms of her hands pressed to his chest, the tears still rolling down her face cheeks. "Oh no, Mr. Oleson! I do everything Charles ever wants, everything! We do it all! Oral sex. Anal sex. I do everything he ever wants and the bastard still isn't happy. I don't get it! Why would he have to turn to another woman? And an older one too! I'm sorry, Nels! I just don't get it!" Her husband may not be happy, but Nels definitely is. Oral sex. Anal sex. Shit! he'll be very happy with Caroline doing all of this for him. All he has to do is convince the angry woman to do it, and given her state of mind, who can tell what a scorned wife will do when provoked by just the right man? "The way I see it Caroline, you have two choices," he says and she listens. "You can forgive Charles, or you can get even with him. Take him back or give some other guy what you happily give your husband." Caroline may be hurt and vulnerable, but the scorned woman certainly isn't stupid or unaware of what's going on. She looks up at Nels, her look of disdain saying she sees right through his line of seductive bullshit. "Some other guy, huh? I suppose, Mr. Oleson, you have someone very definite in mind for this?" Since she isn't rebuking his advances, Nels figures it's time for a real bold move, one he hopes will get him what he wants. He grasps her soft hips, his fingers squeezing the soft sweet cheeks of her super fine ass. "Yeah, I know of someone all right! Someone you know, and someone I think you'll like very much." "Is that so?" "Yes! That's so!" It's the moment of truth. To his delight, there's no telling the store owner to fuck off. In fact, there's no more talk of any kind. There's no more talk of Caroline getting even with her cheating husband. She never talks about revenge again. She just goes ahead and does it. Forgetting her earlier sorrow, the scorned woman goes about making the two of them very happy. She kisses his mouth with open lips and licking tongue, tasting his tongue while he runs his hands all over the younger woman's slim, but desirable body. They squeeze her ass and they rub her legs; they fondle her breasts and they caress her face with his fingers. For the time being, Caroline forgets she even has a husband, let alone one who cheats with the store owners's wife. It's time for her to move on and the store owner's right there for her big move. While still chewing on her meaty tongue, Nels unbuttons her dress and lowers it off of Caroline's shoulders. With this comes the exposure of the woman's pert tits encased inside her bra. They're not much to speak of, but Nels doesn't care. He's undressing another man's wife and this is all that matters. Not long after, her dress falls to the floor, leaving Mrs. Ingalls in only her underwear. "You're beautiful, Caroline my dear!" he tells her as his hand squeezes her bare ass inside her bloomers, in the process lowering her panties halfway down her meaty thighs. At this point, Nels goes for the gold. His other hand moves between her legs where it touches Caroline's uncovered, very wet pussy. This move does nothing but excite an already excited woman. As her highly aroused body starts moving to his rubbing fingers, she reaches down for some hearty feeling of her own. "I want this!" Caroline says emphatically. "I shouldn't Nels, but I do! I want your dick as badly as I've ever wanted any man's dick! Do you understand this?" "Of course I do!" Nels tells the absolute truth. "And I want you too, my dear!" A moment later, Caroline has what she wants inside her hand, jerking on his dick while he fingers her wet eager pussy. "Talk to me, baby!" Nels says while rubbing her swollen clit and puffing cunt lips. "Tell me what you want right now!" the man asks, hoping to get the dirty talk he never gets from Harriet. Caroline doesn't hesitate for a second. Nels knows she won't. She's the scorned woman looking to get even with the man who scorned her. In this state of mind, she'll do anything for any man. In this case, it's Nels who has her at his mercy. Caroline Ingalls knows what she wants and he knows it too. "I want to fuck for you! Unlike Harriet, Mrs. Ingalls knows all the dirty words. She uses them all the time during her sex with Charles. Nels doesn't know this as he pushes her to talk the dirty talk. Not to worry. She will. Not knowing, he teases. "But, why, baby?" "Because I need to! I have to! I want to!" Pushing it now, he continues the taunt. "You have to what, baby? Tell me!" Caroline grows tired of his repartee and squeezes his cock. "I have to fuck, that's what! I want you fucking me! I want your cock and I'll event talk dirty to get it!" She will. Caroline will definitely say all the right words when the time comes. Nels knows this as he lays her naked body down on the nice comfy bed. He then grasps her legs at the knees and spreads them open. "I know exactly what you want, sweet baby!" he tells her with his hands rubbing her smooth inner thighs. "You're a hot piece of ass and you want me fucking you! Isn't this right, Caroline Ingalls?" His hands grip her thighs, pulling her body to the edge of the bed; his cock head nudges her opening. As his fingers rub her juicy wet cunt lips, an excited Caroline responds with a teasing movement of her lower body, her hips propelling her cunt to and fro. With this, his cock slips between her juicy lips and he leans forward onto her. She takes it all inside her body and brings her long shapely legs around Nels. "Go ahead! Fuck the hot piece of ass!" she says with her long legs dictating the movements of their bodies. "I am, baby! I am!" Nels yells and suddenly, she's out of control and doing the dirty talk she said she'd do. "Oh, that's it! Fuck me! Give me your cock and fuck me!" Nels, of course, loves it. "Yes, baby! Yes! I'll definitely fuck you my dear sweet Caroline!" he says with her wet mouth pressed to his ear, her long limbs holding him vice-like. "I want to fuck! Oh, God, Nels! I want to fuck! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me!" No matter their background, all women come around to swearing in the heat of passion. Highly aroused babes just can't help themselves no matter how righteous they are before being sexually aroused. Good hot fucking brings out the best in all of them. Their husbands, boyfriends and parents may not think it's their best side, but the guys who screw these dirty talking women definitely love the dirty talk. Nels knows for sure he loves it. "Keep fucking me!" Caroline cries with her body bouncing on the bed, her hot cunt cumming and cumming. "Oh, God! It's happening! Don't stop!" she cries while her body explodes 'neath his, her delicious cunt juices blending with his juice. Right after dumping his load into Caroline's sweet tasty orifice, Nels releases himself from her grip and stands up over the still shaking woman. Almost immediately, Caroline closes her legs at the knees. Modesty is all-important for the wife who cheats on a husband who cheats on her. Despite the foul language she uses during sex, and in spite of her lurid behavior throughout, a nice girl just doesn't lie with her legs spread wide open. Nels understands this, but he spreads her nice legs back open anyway. He wants more of sweet Caroline's sweet pussy before she forgives Charles and goes back to being a devoted, faithful wife again. This sudden move surprises the woman who thinks she's finished getting even with her cheating husband. Caroline looks up when she feels his hands caressing her smooth bare thighs. "What, what are you doing, Nels? I'm through being a tart. I'm going back to my husband and forgive him," she says what he knew she'd say. Most women are too insecure to ever leave their husbands no matter what they've done. Caroline's no different except for one thing. She has a tongue licking her wet juicy cunt lips. Forgiving her husband will be put on hold for the time being. "Ohhh, Nels! You're not being fair!" Nels isn't the least bit concerned with being fair. His only thought is gripping her bare tight ass while his mouth eats her wet lips and clit. Caroline's concern is no longer forgiving her husband, but moving her heated body to the happy face between her spread open legs. And move she does. The hips of Caroline's highly aroused body thrust her lower half in and out and up and down to the sucking, licking mouth. Like Caroline's cheating husband, Nels is also an expert at oral sex. The other man has her on the brink of orgasm with a situation that affords him many opportunities for a terrific climax. He can continue eating her until she cums, or he can stop eating her and fuck her again. Surely, she'll gladly take his cock and fuck as heatedly as she did before. He knows the highly aroused Caroline is more than in the mood for anything he chooses to do with her, and this is why he does none of the above. In the classic sixty-nine, with his tongue still licking her juicy folds, Caroline's wet mouth consumes his cock all the way to her throat. Then, as he nibbles on her puffed up clit and swollen cunt lips, she chews and she licks; she sucks and she laps up every square inch of the big hard cock inside her wet mouth. And while Caroline's mouth performs its oral magic, her body says she loves what his mouth is doing to her love area. It bounces and gyrates on top of the comfy bed, her long shapely legs wrapping tightly around Nels as she moves and sucks. She's really into it, as is he. If there's a better oral sex partner, Nels can't think of one. Then again, maybe there is someone? * * * "Oooohh, Charles!" Harriet stops sucking long enough to say her piece. "What you're doing to me is oh, so nice!" she says and Charles does even more. He laps her juicy cunt lips; sucks on her swollen clit; he fingers her loose cunt walls while he literally devours her delicious pussy. Mrs. Oleson's getting so excited by what he's doing, her lower body moves up and down to his sucking mouth and probing fingers. She's very close to cumming, yet this incredibly hot woman never stops sucking off his cock. "Ohhhhhh, God! Charles! Charles! I . . . I can't believe I'm . . . I'm c-c-c-cumming! Ohhhhh. Goddddddd, Charles!" Harriet cries out with his cock just outside her mouth, her fingernails digging into his ass, her legs wrapped tightly around his head, and her smooth meaty thighs pressing snugly to his face. Harriet continues to gasp even after she cums, continues to shake her body for several minutes after. Charles does nothing but lay there in silence even as she relaxes her legs and arms and sighs in sheer relief. He assumes their oral sex together is over. She's cum to orgasm not once, but twice. Mrs. Oleson has done what he asks and sucks off his cock, making Charles feel very, very good. He can't ask for anything more from the woman whose cock-sucking prowess is second to none. Then again, maybe there is someone? * * * Caroline takes Nels' cock in a way he never expects. Suddenly, it's deep inside her mouth and she's sucking wildly on it. It's a shock, nevertheless, a thoroughly enjoyable one. The scorned married lady's not only getting her revenge, she's giving another man untold pleasure with her lips and licking tongue. Amazingly, Caroline is an extraordinary cocksucker in a class all her own, much the same as his own wife, Harriet. In ecstasy, Nels grasps her head and moves his body to her sucking mouth. She takes his cock to her throat before letting it slide out to her lips for a ferocious licking. The woman's so proficient at pleasing a man with her mouth and tongue cumming inside that mouth is damn near impossible to stop. Stop? Shit! She doesn't want him stopping. TV Land: Porn House on the Prairie "Uhmmmmm, ohh, uhmmmmm! Let me have it! I want it! Uhmmmmm! Fuck my face! Fuck my face!" No one will believe this! Nels thinks as she takes his cock deep inside her mouth again, her wet lips gliding up and down his shaft. Another guy's wife is giving him a blowjob not to be believed and she's telling him to unleash his load of juicy hot cum into her sweet sucking mouth. Nels not only fills Caroline's mouth with his juice, he lets her continue sucking until she has him hard again and ready for fucking. When this is done, Caroline says in no uncertain terms she isn't quite finished. "I want it again, Nels!" Caroline Ingalls tells Nels Oleson she isn't through getting even with Charles Ingalls. * * * Speaking of Charles Ingalls, he's also getting the blowjob of blowjobs and he's getting it from the wife of his dear friend, Nels Oleson, the same Nels Oleson whose cock his own wife is sucking. No one will ever believe this if he tells them, which of course, he can't tell a soul, except maybe the cocksucker herself "Damn, Harriet! You're damn good!" "Ohhhh, uhmmmmm, ohhhh, uhmmmm!" "I'm cumming! Should I . . . I take it out?" "Ohhhh, uhmmmmm, ohhhh, uhmmmm!" Charles never takes his cock from Harriet's mouth. Even as he releases all he has between her gliding wet lips, he keeps his cock right where it is. Even if I wants, Mrs. Oleson won't let him remove his cock. She keeps it there even as his juice drizzles out, even as she laps up whatever cum she can lick with her tongue. In between, Mrs. Oleson tells Mr. Ingalls she isn't through cheating with him. "I want it again, Charles! I don't care about Nels and I don't care about your Caroline. All I care about is having you fuck me again and again." * * * Later that night at the little house, Caroline is serving dinner to her family. Harriet is doing the same in town with her clan. Except for the constant chatter of the children, both dinner tables are relatively quiet. The four adults are deep in thought. End ***** From the author I am Jack Vitale, writer of erotic fiction. My work is hot and graphic and told as all good smut should be told. Like all my previous stories, these erotic tales featuring celebrities and characters taken from television and movies, are by no means true. They are fictional fantasies from a mind so lurid, no one is off bounds. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. By no means did we intend any disrespect for the ladies engaged in lurid sex and speaking obscenely. Hopefully, all those women will enjoy the naughty story we've written especially for them.