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Ethan and Carrie Ch. 01

By: jallen944



Pam went up the stairs to Ethan's room. She had a cunning plan for him, and just thinking about it made her grin. She knocked on his door and went in.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," Ethan said. He was just putting on a t-shirt. The front of his jeans were open. Pam stared at his hard, muscular body, and she had to lick her lips.

"Can I ask you a favor?" she said as she walked toward him. He pulled the t-shirt on and brushed his hand through his hair.

"Sure," he said. Pam stood right in front of him.

"Would give my friend a ride home?"

"Aw, Jesus, Pam. Why do you always come to me with these stupid things? Why do I always have to drive your friends home?"

Pam lifted his t-shirt and stuck her hand down into the front of his jeans, feeling around for his penis. When she found it, it was growing hard. "Please," she said. "If you do, I'll give you a blowjob."

Ethan chuckled. "You'd blow me even if I didn't drive her home."

"That's probably true, but will you do it anyway?"

"Okay," he said finally, letting her stroke his erection. "What's her name?"

"Carrie."

Ethan went down the stairs with Pam and she introduced him to Carrie. Carrie smiled.

"Hi," she said, holding out her hand.

Ethan was dumfounded. He held out his hand and shook her's weakly. Carrie was flawless. She stood just inside the doorway, practically oozing sex and confidence. The dim light of dusk from outside softly illuminated her face. Her large, blue eyes shined at him with a lyrical beauty when she spoke. Her full lips were moist and sensuously reflective, and when she smiled, she revealed perfect teeth.

"Hi," Ethan finally managed to mutter. Pam, standing behind Ethan, almost broke into laughter.

The glow of the setting sun radiated through her cotton dress and hinted at her slender, warm thighs, which tapered up to her hips. Her light, summery dress caressed her delicate waist. Her breasts seemed to be molded by her bra, the top of which was barely visible beneath the low neckline. Ethan discreetly fantasized about how erect and sensitive her nipples might became if he aroused them, and how they would taste faintly of perfume and sexual sweat.

"Goodbye, Pam," Carrie said, as she turned and started out the door. "I'll see you at school tomorrow."

Her voice had an unmistakable musical quality, a breathy, woodwind type of sound, that made her intonation warm and erotic. When she laughed, her breasts moved rhythmically and lovingly in a natural, swaying motion that excited him deeply, in an animalistic way. Pam was very aware of the tremendously stimulating effect she had a on him, and when he vainly tried to ignore it, she laughed at his discomfort.

"Go on," Pam said, and practically pushed Ethan out the door to follow her. He opened the passenger's door of his car for her and ran around to jump in on the driver's side. He put the key in the ignition and turned to look at her. She smiled at him again and he smiled back.

She moved her magnificent buttocks ever so slightly from side to side to make herself comfortable in the snug, low seats in his Mustang. The effort made her dress creep up almost to the top of her thighs, but she made no attempt to cover her beautiful legs. Without appearing to be deliberate, Ethan quickly glanced at her thighs as she parted her momentarily, letting him see all the way up to her panties and the cleft of her pussy.

"Thanks for giving me a ride home," she said in her incredibly sexy voice. She smiled knowingly with half-closed eyes that flashed and sparkled in the dim light of the summer night.

"No problem," Ethan said, and started the car. The engine kicked over on the first turn and roared like a wild beast. Carrie jumped. She seemed to be excited by the power of the car, imperceptibly moving closer and turning her face to him so he would have no trouble understanding her tacit desires. The faint smell of her arousal reached his nose. The aroma was catalytic. His penis rapidly stiffening to an erection and struggled in his pants for some comfort.

"Where do you live?" Ethan choked, trying to contain his passion.

"On Marietta, just off Hampton," Carrie said.

Ethan thought about it for a moment, recovering somewhat from his discomfort. "Okay. I think I know where that is." He put the shifter in first gear and the car lurched forward with a squeal from the rear tires.

Carrie laid her hand on his thigh and he stiffened. She was squeezing his leg and she seemed to be in fear of the car, but at the same time, he was aware that it turned her on. Her fingers were just grazing the ridge of his erection in his pants, but he was afraid to look down. He knew she couldn't miss the sight of his cock.

Ethan was driving cautiously through traffic, barely able to contain the runaway power of the car and his own lust. Her hand gradually moved over his thigh and found his cock. Her fingers lightly danced over the hard, thick ridge, inspecting its size and shape. She began to lovingly massaged his penis through the jeans to the point where he thought he was going to blow up in them, but, just short of a climax, she pulled her hand away and cut off his orgasm.

"That's the house," she said, pointing to the blue, ranch style house between two other houses, surrounded by old trees. "Pull all the way up into the driveway."

Ethan slowly drove the car up the driveway beside the house and they were covered by the long, leafy branches of an ancient elm tree. Carrie reached over and shut the car off.

"My mom's home," she said, as she undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. "But she won't be able to see us here." She liberated his huge erection from his jeans and placed it across her cheek in a gesture of adoration, never looking away from his face. Ethan could only stare down at her, entranced by her beauty.

"Pam told me your penis was large," she whispered, her warm breath caressing the shaft of his cock. "But I never would have guessed." She opened her lips just wide enough to let the round head of his penis in, and in one fluid motion, guided it into her warm, moist mouth and held it there, licking the head, allowing him to feel her heat. Slowly, she withdrew the cock until she only held the tip between her lips, and allowed the cool air to touch the wet shaft. Ethan gently brushed her beautiful, long, golden hair.

"You're incredibly beautiful," Ethan whispered.

Carrie sat up. "And you are a wonderful man." She opened the front of her dress and slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders. Her nipples were exquisitely erect and smelled of a sweet, exotic lotion. Ethan's reached up to touch them and his fingers glided over them, increasing her excitement and making her back arch. She moaned quietly with her eyes closed and leaned over and swallowed his cock again. The entire length of his cock filled her mouth and throat. For her, this was an act of love. 

"Oh my God," Ethan groaned. At last, he erupted in her mouth, astonished at the velocity and the quantity he spewed forth. He was concerned that it would overwhelm her, but, with each spasm, she swallowed and filled her belly with all the come she could get without spilling a drop. Finally, she pulled it out and, with the back of her hand, she wiped up the small amount of semen on the corner of her mouth.

Ethan leaned forward and kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of his come on her tongue. She took his hand and slipped it up under her dress and into her panties. He could feel the beads of her juices on her pubic hairs.

"Press in slowly, but not too deep," she whispered.

His fingers gently parted the slick lips of her labia and cautiously entered her channel. She was unusually tight, he thought. He pushed his finger further until he encountered something unfamiliar, and realized with pleasant surprise that it was her hymen.

"I've given you the virginity of my mouth," she whispered breathily in his ear, licking his lobe. "This will be your next gift."

He tilted her head and kissed her deeply.

"Goodbye," she said. She opened the car and jumped out. She waved to him with a smile, and Ethan watched her hair bounce and the cheeks of her ass shake under her dress. He fired up the car and drove back home.

When he returned home, Pam found him in his room again and came in to sit beside him on his bed.

"Well?" Pam said, squirming anxiously.

"Well what?" Ethan said, and put down his magazine.

"Did you fuck her?" Pam asked.

"You set me up, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did, and you should be thanking me." Pam put her hand on his chest.

"Thank you," Ethan said, and picked up his magazine.

"So? Did you fuck her?" Pam asked again.

"She's a virgin," Ethan said.

"No way," Pam said, looking at him with disbelief. Ethan just nodded. "I don't believe it."

"Believe it."

"And she's saving it for the day she gets married, right?" Pam let her hand travel down over his chest and belly and slip under the belt of his jeans.

"No. She wants to give it to me."

"When?"

"I don't know."

"Well, thanks for taking her home," Pam said. Her fingers touched his penis. "Do you want me to give you head now?"

"If you want to, but Carrie already gave me one."

"She's a virgin, but she sucked you off?" Ethan nodded. "Did she swallow it or did you come on her face?"

"She swallowed it. She told me it was her first blowjob, too."

Pam opened his jeans and pulled out his penis, which was quickly growing hard and straight. "That's nuts," Pam said. She kicked off her tight jeans and her panties. "I thought she lost her virginity back in eighth grade." She kneeled across Ethan's body, put his cock between the lips of her cunt, and slid down on him.

"I'm glad she didn't," Ethan said, and slid his hands up under her sweater. He touched her bare breasts and fondled them gently. He was glad she occasionally didn't wear a bra. His big cock was slipping in and out of her slick hole. "Why did you tell her about my dick?"

"She asked," Pam said, pulling her sweater off over her head. "I told her I didn't know, but she insisted, so I told her."

"Do you think she knows we fucking each other?"

"I don't know. I don't think she'd care if she did."

Pam was just about to come. His cock felt so good inside her. Ethan's fingers made her nipples tingle when he squeezed her tits. She lazily opened her eyes and looked out the window. In the bedroom window of the house right across from them she saw Mrs. Philips, their neighbor, watching them, peeking around the edge of her window.

"We have company," Pam panted, nodding toward the window.

"What?" Ethan said, looking up at her.

"Mrs. Philips seems to like what we're doing." Pam looked right across the short distance at her and Mrs. Philips looked right back.

Without letting up, Ethan glanced out the window and saw the older woman. Her eyes were riveted on them. "Maybe we should close the curtains," Ethan grunted, shoving his cock deep in her pussy again.

"Uhn," Pam moaned. "Fuck the curtains." All she was cared about was Ethan's dick. Knowing that she was being watched while she fucked her brother sent a chill of excitement and danger up her spine. She liked the idea that someone knew they were fucking each other. "I bet she's playing with her pussy," Pam whispered, wiping the sweat from his cheeks.

"Is she gonna come?" Ethan said. His cock twitched, stretching her tight cunt. "Let her see my dick in her cunt."

"Okay," Pam said, and closed her eyes. His hands circled her waist and raised her halfway off his cock. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming when Ethan released her and her own weight drove his cock all the way up into her pussy. She fell forward over him, whimpering and shivering as she orgasmed. His cock suddenly throbbed and spit a gob of seed against her cunt walls, and the intensity of her orgasm increased. Just when she thought it couldn't possibly get any better, he squirted more come into her and it did, until she finally couldn't come any more.

"Oh yeah ... oh yeah," Pam moaned, writhing on Ethan's cock. The last waves of her orgasm washed through her body. She rolled off and lay on her back beside him.

Ethan got up and stepped over to the window. Mrs. Philips eyes bugged out and her mouth fell open when she saw his huge, shiny, wet cock hanging in front of him, looking like it belonged to a monster, not a man. She did not look away, but stared directly at it, then smiled at him. Ethan smiled back at her. She didn't look as old as he thought she was. In fact, she was quite attractive. He pulled down the blind and went back to the bed with a smirk on his face. Pam, on her back, watched him. Her legs were spread and his come dribbled from her pussy.

"You should have seen her face when she saw this," Ethan said, holding his penis.

"You probably shocked that poor woman."

"The way she was smiling, I think she liked it."

Pam smiled sleepily and raised her head so he could put his cock in her mouth. She began to suck it like a dozing infant sucks a pacifier.

Ethan and Carrie Ch. 02



The idea of spending an entire three day weekend with Carrie and her parents at their cabin in the middle of nowhere was a daunting prospect at best. Ethan agreed to go when Carrie asked him but was uncomfortable with the idea from the very start. He didn't even put up much resistance when she tried to talk him into it. He knew it meant a lot to her to spend time with her family at the cabin this weekend and that was why he agreed to go with them.

Ethan and Carrie rode up with her mother. Her father was planning to meet them there early on Saturday. The drive was not as long as he had expected, but it was long nevertheless.

Carrie's mother was very nice. She had a wonderful sense of humor and was very friendly. She was also quite attractive, Ethan thought. She and Carrie both shared the same blonde hair and features, such as nose and eyes and even figures, although Carrie was taller than her mom. He figured she must have got that from her father.

Ethan sat in the back of the Explorer and dozed for most of the trip while Carrie and her mother talked the whole way up, occasionally waking Ethan to ask him a question or two. They eventually gave up trying to keep him involved in the conversation and let him sleep.

By the time they arrived and had everything unpacked, Carrie and her mother were exhausted and Ethan was wide awake. Although Ethan and Carrie both wanted to sleep together, they knew her mother would insist that they sleep apart. Judging from the layout of the cabin, Ethan knew it would have been impossible anyway. Carrie's bed was in the loft over her parent's room. If they found themselves in the mood to make love, which he had certainly felt during the entire trip, he was sure her parents would not find it amusing to listen to every detail of their own daughter being screwed by her boyfriend.

Instead, Ethan kissed Carrie good night and laid out on the couch under some heavy quilts for a very comfortable sleep, although he was not the least bit tired. Carrie was in her bed and her mom was in her bed and all Ethan could hear was the crickets outside. The only light in the room was the dim glow from the moon through the kitchen window. His eyes adjusted to the darkness very slowly, but even so, the only things he could make out in the room were dark shapes.

As the tension from the long trip in the confined space of the truck with Carrie's mother eased from his body, Ethan began to grow an erection. In his mind was the image of Carrie's supine form on the bed not far from where he lay. He could imagine her golden hair spread across the mattress and her bright blue eyes shining as he drew back the blankets and revealed her naked form. His hand slipped down under the quilts and he stroked his cock, smiling to himself as he thought about the joy of their bodies they had shared together and the greater joy it was possible for them to experience.

He heard a soft, muffled sound and tried to see who it was. He heard the soft pad of footsteps approaching the bed but he couldn't see Carrie until she was right in front of him and then he could only make out the highlight of her blonde hair in the moonlight. She touched Ethan's lips with her finger and whispered.

"Shh. She'll hear us," was all he heard.

"Let's make love," Ethan whispered, reaching for her, and Carrie giggled softly. He pulled her head down and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She seemed hesitant at first, then returned the kiss fervently. His penis grew harder and ached.

She broke the kiss with a loud smack and he felt her drawing back the quilts. She was breathing as hard as he was. He knew that if they could see it, his long penis would be making his pajamas stand up like a tent big enough for two people. He felt her hands groping around his belly and groin for his penis and when she found it she gasped and rubbed it and stroked it like she had never felt anything like it before.

"Oh my," she whispered, and Ethan thought he must have been harder than usual. Maybe it was the dangerous element of having her mother so near when they were about to perform an act so intimate and lascivious. Whatever it was, his penis hurt and he was dying to feel it slip into Carrie's tight pussy.

Ethan untied the bottoms and Carrie whisked them down to his knees. Then he lost her in the darkness for a moment. He wondered if she was removing her night gown. He hoped she hadn't left him. His pants were down and his shirt was pulled up and his penis was sticking straight up. It was pitch black so no one could see him in that position, but if her mother wandered in and flicked on the light she would be terribly shocked and probably quite furious.

"Carrie?" Ethan whispered. He was beginning to feel a little attack of anxiety.

"Shhh," she whispered. She was not as far from him as he had thought. He could hear the rustling of fabric and he knew for sure she was removing her night gown. She knelt on the other end of the sofa, settling herself between his legs, and he felt her hand close around his cock again. Her face was very close to the end of it because he could feel her warm, heavy breath on the head. Then he felt her hot, silky-soft lips wrap themselves around his cock and slide down the length of it.

"Oh God," he moaned softly. He was probably getting the best head of his life, but he wondered where the hell Carrie had picked up this new technique. She was sucking him deeper than she ever had before. Her mouth felt velvety-smooth around him and warm and wet, all at the same time. His hips rose off the couch as if she had pulled him off merely by sucking him up with her mouth, and he revelled in the joy of fucking her greedy mouth. He almost wished her mother would switch on the light and catch them like this. There was something about that sense of danger that turned him on like he had rarely felt in his life.

The head touched the back of her mouth once, then twice, and Ethan came almost instantly. He gasped. The tension had increased in his body until he shuddered as it released. His balls jerked convulsively in their sack and, without even noticing, he was pumping thick wads of cum harder than he could remember into her sweet, horny mouth. Carrie swallowed every drop she received, moaning with delight. When Ethan's orgasm finished, she kept sucking, rolling the head around in her mouth with a load of cum on her tongue.

Ethan was panting and sweating and trying to be as quiet as he could. He luxuriated in the feel of Carrie's warm, wet, inviting mouth around the end of his cock like it was a deep massage or a warm bath after a hard workout. His cock was not nearly as hard as it had been only moments before, but it had not begun to go soft. He still had other things on his mind before he let it go soft.

Carrie sucked her mouth off with another loud, lewd smack and crawled up on top of him. Ethan was disappointed to feel her night gown between their skin. Her thighs spread automatically over his waist. He reached up and squeezed her breasts.

"Sleep well," she whispered and kissed him deeply. For a moment he thought her voice sounded different, a little deeper maybe, but then he dismissed it as probably caused by the cum she had just swallowed. He could taste the remaining bits of his own sperm on her tongue. She ground her crotch on his hard belly, then started to get up.

"Don't go," he whispered fiercely. He held her arms and pulled her back down on top of him. "Let's make love like the first time."

"But ..." she tried to protest, but Ethan kissed her again. He held her head locked down to his and worked the bottom of her night gown up over her ass. She was squirming on top of him like she was terribly afraid of something but he had no idea what it could be.

"Your Mom will never hear us," Ethan whispered in her ear. Her hands were on his chest like she was trying to push him away. Ethan noticed she was very tense. He had his hand between her legs and around his penis, trying to find the opening of her pussy in the dark. The head brushed across her clitoris and she flinched with a gasp he was sure her mother had heard. Finally, she reached down between her legs to help him guide the head to her opening, just as Ethan was hoping she would. He let go and put his hands on her hips and let her do the rest.

She seemed very adept with his penis in her hands for her short amount of experience with him, but then, she had given him the impression that she was naturally skilled at making love. He pushed his hands up her sides, under her night gown, and squeezed her soft tits. Her nipples were hard points under his thumbs. He pinched them lightly and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. She was warm all over and breathing hard. Her body heat made Ethan feel cozy and comfortable.

She slipped the head of Ethan's cock between the lips of her pussy and straightened her back to push herself down on it. Her cunt made a soft, wet, squishing sound as it slowly engulfed his entire shaft. He could hear a groan from Carrie, held back by her tightly closed mouth. She stopped when it was only halfway inside her. Ethan slid his hands back down to her hips and pulled her down the rest of the way.

She collapsed on top of him, gasping in his ear.

"Oh my God," she whispered weakly. Her voice did sound deeper and huskier, he remarked to himself. He ran his right hand along the back of her left thigh to the bend of her knee, which was squeezed in against his side. His hips rose and fell and hers rocked with them. Her heavy, warm breath was loud in his ear. Every time he pushed his hips up he heard a quiet groan from her. Odd, he thought. Carrie had never done that the few times they had made love before. She was more talkative. He would have expected her to whisper things in his ear as she usually did, but he was not about to hold anything against her if this was what she felt.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her down tight to his chest. He turned his head to find her mouth and kissed her when he did. Her tongue was eager to find its way into his mouth. He opened wide to allow her to plunge it in without any obstacle. 

Her lips danced on his with the tender, gentle touch of an experienced woman. The touch of her tongue was teasing, evasive, finding his tongue then withdrawing to tantalize him until he thought he might go crazy with desire. Her performance exceeded all his expectations of what she was capable with her body and her limited experience. His love for her was deeper at that moment than it ever had been in their brief relationship, just as his cum was spurting inside her womb.

Her back arched and she writhed uncontrollably. Her mouth was locked onto his but he could hear her screams deep in her throat. He hoped she was cumming as well. He stroked her back and smeared the light perspiration that coated her skin like a fresh morning dew. She pulled her mouth away from his and she was breathing hard.

"I've got to go," she whispered and climbed off. She kissed him once and then she was gone again. Ethan pulled up his pajamas and the last thing he remembered was hearing the crickets again before he fell asleep.

Ethan woke up when he heard the bathroom door close. For a moment he was disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. When he remembered where he was he relaxed and yawned. Then he remembered what had happened during the night and he grinned wickedly. His penis stirred in his pajamas again, ready for more action after a good rest.

He threw back the covers and got up to go to the bathroom, not even caring if his stiffening penis was visible in the front of his pajamas.

Carrie was just coming down from the loft, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked ravishing in her white flannel night gown with the tiny flower prints.

"Good morning," she said with a yawn, and touched Ethan's arm.

"Good morning," Ethan said, grinning lewdly at her. He bent forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Carrie just blushed, with a puzzled look on her face.

He went into the bathroom and swung the door shut, feeling so gleeful he began to whistle his favorite song. He untied his pajamas and dropped them to his ankles. His penis was thick and strong and hung almost to his knees. He picked up the shaft in his hand and examined it with admiration. He was proud to have a member this size. He figured he had been blessed, since he knew that most of his friends, indeed most men in the world, wished they could have and appendage as long and as thick as his.

He came out of the bathroom anxious for the first moment when he could be alone with Carrie again. He could smell the first hints of coffee and bacon from the kitchen. His mouth was curled up in a smile on its own. His mostly-erect penis swung back and forth in his pajamas. He felt as if he was radiating happiness.

Carrie's mother opened the door to her bedroom and came out as Ethan was going by. She was practically glowing, he noticed absently. She looked so beautiful and fresh it was hard to tell she had even slept. He stopped to let her go by.

"Good morning," Ethan said, grinning like a fool.

"Good morning yourself," she said in a deep, husky voice. Her hand came right up to his crotch and squeezed his hard cock before he had a chance to react. She quickly gave him a very deep and sensual kiss. Ethan's eyes were wide open, almost in shock. She pressed herself against him while she stroked his penis. He could feel her hard nipples in his chest through the thin pieces of flannel fabric that separated their bodies. She broke apart the kiss with a soft smack and whispered again in her seductive, husky voice.

"I'll see you for breakfast." She slipped quietly into the bathroom, smiling knowingly, and closed the door.

Ethan walked slowly to the kitchen to find Carrie, almost in a daze. His head was spinning. He'd just been given a very hot, very sensual kiss from his girlfriend's mother, and her tongue tasted very distinctly of his own sperm. He had kissed his sister and other girls often enough after they had blown him to know the taste of his own sperm, and she had it.

The very idea that it was she and not Carrie who had sucked his cock last night gave him a tremendous hard on that astonished him. Even more startling than having found out that not only was Carrie's mother a horny, expert cocksucker but that she liked her sex mixed with a little danger. The danger of being discovered having sex had excited him, too, but now it was a completely different sort of danger, one he had never even considered.

Ethan stumbled into the kitchen, still looking dazed and confused.

"What are you thinking about?" Carrie said. She was standing at the counter, serving egg and bacon and toast on three individual plates. She went to the refrigerator and removed the jug of milk and the orange juice. She turned back to him. Her eyes drifted down to the very obvious tent in the front of Ethan's pajamas. "You've got a hard on," she said quietly, with a grin.

He stepped toward her and she held out her arms, the milk in one hand and the orange juice in the other. The end of his cock brushed against her thigh. She puckered up to kiss him and Ethan pressed his lips against hers. Ethan pulled up her night gown, reached into her panties and gently slipped his finger into her slot.

"Oh my God, Ethan," Carrie whispered, trying vainly to push away from him. "My Mom will hear us."

"She's in the shower," Ethan growled. He wouldn't have cared if her mother and her father or her whole family walked in on them right then. He wanted to have her right there. She moved back to try to get away from him and me moved with her, his hand still in her panties. She bumped against the door of the refrigerator and stood there with her hips sagged and her knees spread, writhing and groaning. Ethan pushed his finger deeper and deeper. She gasped.

"Oh Ethan," she moaned. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and she was squealing out loud. She was still holding the milk and the orange juice in each hand. Her knees began to give out and only Ethan's hand between her legs held her up. Ethan grabbed the milk with his free hand before it slipped out of her hand, set it on the counter and did the same with the pitcher of orange juice without Carrie even noticing. She slumped further toward the floor. Her quick, wet orgasm left her as limp as a dishrag.

Ethan withdrew his hand from her panties and pulled Carrie back up to her feet, although she was still weak and leaned back against the refrigerator for support. With a swift tug, her panties came down her thighs. He lifted her left leg out of the panties, leaving them around her right ankle, and placed her left leg back down sufficiently far enough apart from the right leg so that he could move between them.

Carrie opened her eyes to look at him. By then he had his pajama top open and was busy untying the bottoms. The hem of her night gown had dropped to the floor, covering her again. She bunched it up in her hands and raised it over her breasts, waiting for Ethan to do what he would to her.

Ethan did not make her wait long. He dropped the pajamas to the floor around his ankles and moved between her spread legs, his huge, hard cock bobbing in front of him with each shuffled step. Carrie was panting hard. Ethan curled his right arm around Carrie's left thigh to lift her up a little and held his cock in his left hand. Carrie held the refrigerator door tightly while Ethan inserted the swollen head of his cock between the moist, tender lips of her pussy.

"Oh yes, Ethan," Carrie gasped. The head penetrated her vagina and she sucked in her breath. He had inserted his penis inside her on several occasions but she was still not used to the feeling of the thick thing sliding into her. There was no one she would have been happier to give her virginity up to. Ethan put his hands around her hips and lifted her completely off the ground and used her own weight to slide her down on him. She pressed one of her hands against his chest to held steady herself and gritted her teeth together. She was rapidly going all the way down on his cock without any way of controlling herself.

"Ungh," Carrie grunted when she hit bottom. Ethan's enormous organ was lodged way up inside her. She wished her mother could have a chance to experience this sort of sexual pleasure for herself. She knew that her parents did not get along too well anymore, which meant there was no way she was ever going to have a baby brother or sister. She could only imagine how frustrated her mother must be without anyone to make love with. She only wished she could propose the idea to either one of them without being afraid of offending both of them.

Completely off the ground with her back against the refrigerator for support, Carrie wrapped her legs tightly around Ethan's hips, forcing herself further down on his erection. She groaned and he grunted. She was concerned that he might exert himself too much trying to hold her off the ground, but it was a distant thought in her mind when the tip of his penis jammed itself deeper into her womb than she ever thought it would go.

Ethan's left hand came up and squeezed Carrie's right breast. It looked so beautiful and sexy when it jiggled with every thrust of his hips. Her pale pink nipples stood perfectly off the tip of the round, fleshy, tanned globe. It was firm and resilient, yet soft and warm.

Carrie grunted more. Her teeth were gritted together. Her gaze was locked onto Ethan's eyes like an attack radar. He could sense that she was close to an orgasm. Her channel was closing around his shaft tighter and tighter. He held off as long as he could but she was so tight, so warm and wet and so velvety smooth that it took everything he had not to shoot his cum inside her too early.




Ethan and Carrie Ch. 02



"I'm cumming," she moaned softly. "Do it. Cum inside me."

Ethan finally relaxed his muscles and proceeded with long, deep, fast strokes. Carrie's eyes were squeezed shut and she was biting her lower lip to hold back her squeals and moans. Her mother knew they were sexually active, but she didn't want her to know they were doing it right there in the kitchen while she was in the shower.

Ethan's orgasm built rapidly, reached a peak, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then exploded, and gobs of thick cum gushed into her.

"Oh yeah," he sighed. His cock was throbbing violently and his whole body jerked as if it was a reflex action. Carrie writhed, without releasing her hold on him with her legs, her body undulating like a trapped snake. Ethan filled her with sperm like he had been saving it up for a week, despite having cum twice only hours before. He surprised himself with his own virility.

He moved forward, pressing Carrie's body between his and the refrigerator, and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him while his thick penis continued to throb inside her. He nuzzled his face into the warm nape of her neck. The bare front of his body pressed against the bare front of her body. He could feel her warm breath on his shoulder. He could feel the liquids he had just pumped into her running back out and dripping over his balls and down his leg.

"I love you Ethan," she was whispering.

Ethan pressed his groin harder against hers and he experienced spasms left over from his climax. Her skin felt so good touching his. Their perspiration made them slick to the touch.

In the absorption of their passion they had failed to notice that Carrie's mother had finished her shower. They were startled like thieves caught red handed when the bathroom door opened. Carrie's feet dropped to the floor from around Ethan's ass. Ethan quickly stepped away from her in one swift movement, making his penis flop out of her. Carrie's night gown instantly fell to cover her, but Ethan had to bend over to yank his pajama bottoms up. He just straightened up in time with his pajamas in his hands, as Carrie's mother appeared in the kitchen doorway in her robe, with a towel around her wet hair.

"What are you two up to?" Carrie's mother said accusingly.

"Nothing, Mom," Carrie insisted. She was blushing furiously. Ethan had his back to the doorway, which was fortunate, because he hadn't been able to get his pajamas all the way up and his penis, which was more erect at that moment than it had been only moments before when it was still inside Carrie, was hanging out over the top, bent against the front of the stove. Ethan was discreetly holding the pajamas up with his right hand and holding the frying pan in his left, desperately hoping that she wouldn't carry the conversation so long that he would have to turn around.

"Just making breakfast," Ethan said flippantly, glancing at her over his shoulder. A mixture of Carrie's juices and his own fluids was dripping off the end of his dick onto his bare foot. It would be extremely embarrassing to have to explain this. The memory that he and Carrie's mother had engaged in similarly illicit sexual activity in the middle of the night stimulated him further.

Carrie's mom shook her head. "If you two want to make out, the least you could do is wait until a decent hour of the day."

Carrie didn't say anything, but her flushed face turned deeper red, as if admitting her guilt. If only her mother knew, she thought, how weak her knees were and how much of Ethan's cum was dribbling from her cunt. From where she was standing, Carrie could see Ethan's long cock straining against the front of the stove, begging for more of her intimate attention.

The difficult, awkward moment of silence passed when Carrie's mother left them and returned to her room. As soon as her door closed Ethan and Carrie looked at each other and giggled. Carrie put her hand over her mouth to try to cover her embarrassment, which was already painfully obvious. Ethan's face had turned red as well, and his penis was again fully erect. Carrie stepped over to kiss him and let the wet pole glide into her hand.

"That was close," she said.

"Want to do it again?" he joked. "She'll be a few minutes getting dressed."

Carrie licked the juices off her fingers. "How fast can you cum in my mouth?"

Ethan watched her drop to her knees in front of him, suddenly recognizing where she got her penchant for sex with the danger of being caught. His cock was in her mouth almost before he knew what was happening and he was overjoyed to find that her sucking technique was still tentative and clumsy, not smooth and proficient as her mother's was. He unloaded in her mouth long before her mother emerged from her room for breakfast. He wondered, as they spoke, if they could smell the flavor of his sperm on each other's breaths as clearly as he could. He was almost certain they could, although neither of them would mention anything about it. At least not while he was there. Ethan continued to eat his delicious breakfast, beaming with the knowledge that he had shared such carnal intimacies with both of these. 



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 03



Ethan stopped his car at the curb in front of Carrie's house and jumped out, excited to have another weekend to spend with her, this time without her parents getting in the way. He was halfway up the walk to the front door when he heard a familiar voice and looked up. It was Carrie's mother in her bedroom window.

"Ethan," she waved again.

"Hi, Mrs. Sheffield," Ethan said, shielding his eyes from the late afternoon sun.

"Carrie's not home yet so just come right in."

"Okay."

She smiled and stepped away from the window and for a second Ethan thought she was naked, but he dismissed it as probably a trick through the screen or part of her dress or his imagination. He went up to the door and went in.

Now what, Ethan thought, standing in the middle of the living room, suddenly realizing that he was not as familiar with Carrie's house or her family as he felt coming up the front walk. Knowing that her mother was right upstairs, Ethan was conscious of his behavior. He didn't want to upset her by being too familiar.

"Ethan?" she called from upstairs.

Ethan went to the foot of the stairway. "Yes?" he said in his most respectful tone.

"Come up here, please," was all she said.

Their encounter in the darkness at the cabin felt like a fading dream, but not that he found himself in an increasingly intimate situation with her it all began to feel oddly real again. He thought maybe he should take this chance to apologize to her for what he did that night. He slowly climbed the stairs and stood outside her room.

"You can come in," she said.

He peeked in first to try to find from where her voice came. As he stepped into the sacred ground of Carrie's parent's bedroom, he saw her laying under the sheets on her bed, her head propped up with her arm. He went in, feeling confident but tentative nonetheless, and leaned against the door frame.

"I thought I should apologize," Ethan began, but she cut him off.

"Apologize for what?"

"For last weekend."

"What happened?"

Her behavior made him doubt for a moment the events that passed between them. However, he saw by the curled up corners of her mouth the smirk she could barely contain and he briefly admired her struggle to keep a straight face.

"When you came to me in the middle of the night I thought you were Carrie." He felt a stirring in his pants as the memories of what happened between them returned. The room was filled with the heady odor of an exotic perfume that smelled very familiar. It was the one she was wearing that night a week ago.

"I know that. Why are you apologizing?" Her eyes drifted down his body and settled on his groin, where the front of his pants was beginning to expand. The tip of her tongue poked from her mouth and licked her dark, red lips. "Have you got something on your mind?"

She was very cool, Ethan remarked silently to himself, with a grin and a blush he could not repress himself. He was struck with a devilish, daring idea and decided to take a chance on it. He could not help feeling nervously excited, anticipating what might happen next. He loved Carrie, but he hoped she took her time getting home that day.

"Carrie would have expected me to make love to her two or three more times before we finished. You left before I had a chance."

Carrie's mother smirked, then laughed out loud. She slowly pulled back the sheets with one hand, revealing herself. Ethan was not surprised to see she was naked. What did surprise him was how beautiful she was without her clothes. She might have been thirty five, but she was still a great looking woman.

"You must be tired," she said in her husky, sultry voice that turned him on. "Get in here."

Ethan stared into her deep eyes, which were just as irresistible as Carrie's. It was an expression of desire he had seen in Carrie's eyes only a few times before. Ethan pulled his shirt off over his head, knowing that he would put it back on when they were through, only to take it off again later that evening for this woman's daughter. His skin was tight over his muscles, which rippled and swelled when he moved.

How would he explain this to Carrie if she found out, he thought, as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down. She would probably hate him for the rest of her life if she knew he was screwing her own mother. Carrie's mother gasped when his penis came free and stood straight out. He realized with amusement that she had never actually seen it before. It was obvious she was quite familiar with it from her experience with it a week earlier, but he was pleased he could still surprise her with it. He got a great deal of pleasure from seeing the look on women's faces when they saw it for the first time.

"You're going to get me in big trouble," Ethan said as he climbed onto the bed next to her. They laid side by side, facing each other.

"Please," she whimpered, "Just one quick fuck." She closed her hand around his cock, massaging it.

"I don't want Carrie to find out about this."

She laughed. "Carrie's mistake was confiding with me the details of your endowments." She looked down at his erection in her hand. She gave it a squeeze and stroked its entire length.

Ethan's eyes grew wide in surprise. "Carrie told you that? What else has she told you?"

"Not much." She grinned like she knew more but wasn't telling.

"About last week," Ethan began, but she lifted her leg and laid it languidly across his hip.

"What about it?" she said. She deftly guided the head of his cock directly into the opening of her cunt and pulled him in. She was wet and velvety smooth.

"Never mind," Ethan said. He inched his hips forward to savor the sensation of his penis penetrating her warm vagina. Carrie's mother rolled on her back and enveloped him with her legs as he rolled on top of her, smothering her with his muscular body. His thick, long cock quickly sunk all the way into her body.

"Oh my goodness," she gasped in his ear. She squeezed him tightly around his neck and arched her back. Her action helped his pole slide another inch deeper. "Oh shit," she groaned.

Ethan lifted himself off her, like he was doing pushups, and looked down on her. Her face was twisted in an uncomfortable grimace as if she was in pain.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"No, no, just fuck me with it," she said.

"Are you sure?"

She opened her eyes and glowered at him. "Do you think I'm kidding about this?"

"Not at all," Ethan answered. "I just don't want to hurt you if it's going to be too big."

She suddenly looked angry. Her legs closed around his waist and her ankles hooked behind him. "You just do the pumping, young man. I can take everything you've got."

Ethan grinned broadly as his cock sunk back into her. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth together, groaning again.

"Is it bigger than it was before?" she said, her voice wavering and uneven.

"It might be," Ethan said in a smooth, soft voice. He stroked his hips in and out in a steady rhythm. They could hear the sucking noises from her cunt as his shaft moved in and out between her wet lips. He felt sorry that he was hurting her. He didn't want her to feel pain. He wanted to fuck her and he wanted her to cum. He knew how much it hurt Carrie the first time, but he knew how much she grew to enjoy it once she got used to the size.

Carrie's mother stroked Ethan's back. She was already panting hard and squealing when he thrust it in. Her face relaxed each time his stroke moved out, then grimaced again in anticipation of his thrust in. When he had sunk it to the bottom and their pubic mounds were pressed together firmly she groaned and finished with a high-pitched squeal, just as she had that night at the cabin when she was on top of him. She had cum that night, Ethan thought. Why should it be any different this time?

He maintained the slow, steady, gentle thrusting, hoping to coax her toward an orgasm without damaging her. He was breathing hard now. She squeezed him tighter spasmodically with her arms and legs, alternately gasping and moaning in his ear.

"Oh yes Ethan oh yes," she whispered. "You're gonna make me cum." Her hands slid down his back and cupped the cheeks of his ass. "Do it faster," she urged. Ethan increased his pace by a small amount. "More," she urged again, squeezing him with her thighs. He sped up again. She groaned but he kept it up. It was only moments before she was tensed up and clinging to him desperately, squealing and practically screaming.

Ethan was looking into her face, but her eyes were squeezed shut. He was thrilled that she was coming. She was a fantastic woman, almost as exciting as Carrie. He had no idea that a woman as old as her could be as tight as she was or even be as sexy and desirable. Her vagina was alternately clamping and releasing his shaft as she climaxed. The sensations were as good as any he felt when he fucked young girls, maybe even better. She had already shown him she could do things with her body that few girls he knew could do.

Finally he could hold back no longer. His orgasm reached a peak and he exploded inside her. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help groaning out loud. He couldn't believe he was actually coming in Carrie's mom, actually having sex with her, lying on top of her, flooding her insides with his sperm. This sudden realization blew his mind as much as his climax. He was no longer just having sex with another woman, he was engaging in carnal knowledge like a pair of animals with his girlfriend's mother. It was unreal.

She had stopped squirming and was very still. His penis was still throbbing and squirting cum into her womb. He was sure she could feel every bit of it. He could hear her breathing hard. Her grip on him loosened. She was looking up at him, grinning, the tip of her tongue between her front teeth. Her ass was squirming anxiously and she was stroking the backs of his thighs with her feet. Her fingers came up and tangled through the hair on the back of his head.

"What's wrong?" Ethan said. He continued to pump his hips back and forth gently and felt an occasional spasm.

"Nothing," she sighed, sounding at once like a young girl. "Nothing that a strong man with an enormous tool can't fix."

"You were wonderful yourself, Mrs. Sheffield."

"You don't have to call me that, you know," she said, reverting to her mature voice. "My name's Claudia. You can call me by that name now." She was brushing through the curly hairs on his chest.

"I think Carrie would find that pretty strange. So would your husband, I think."

"My husband is a workaholic," she said, sounding annoyed. "He spends weeks on the road selling his products and when he comes home he either spends all his time on the couch watching baseball or is out at the bar."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Mrs. Sheffield."

"Claudia," she corrected."

"Claudia," Ethan said, although it felt very strange. He felt like he should get off her and get dressed, but he didn't know what to do. His dick was still hard in her cunt and she didn't seem to want to let him take it out.

"He only bangs me about three times a year and when he does it's nothing to write home to my mother about."

Ethan blushed with embarrassment that she would write a letter to her mother to tell her about what they'd done, as well as with the thought that he was in another man's bed at that moment with his wife while he expected to be in another bed performing similar intimate acts later that evening with his daughter.

"I've often wondered how many girlfriends he has in these towns he goes to and whether or not they know or even care that he has a wife and a daughter at home."

Ethan was really beginning to feel awkward. His erection had disappeared and, as he rolled off her, he feared that it might not ever return. His limp, wet penis laid across his thigh like a worn out sausage.

Claudia rolled onto her side, facing him, and gently placed her hand over his long piece of flesh. Immediately his interest stirred again and he lost the feeling that he had to get away.

"But that leaves me more time to spend in bed with studs like you," she said. She laid across his chest and rested her chin on her left arm. His cock was by then standing straight up and looked monstrous in her tiny hand. His excitement grew as her hand stroked him.

"How many others have you done this with?" Ethan asked, partly out of curiosity but partly from lack of anything else to say. She chuckled, blushing with embarrassment herself.

"You're the first," she said and laughed out loud. Ethan chuckled and laughed with her, feeling greatly relieved. "In fact, you're the only other man to make love with me besides my husband."

"Were you a virgin when you married him?"

"Not quite." She was quiet for a moment and appeared pensive. "I was a virgin when I met him. I was pregnant when I married him."

"With Carrie?" Ethan asked. She nodded. "How old were you?"

"Eighteen," she said. "The same age Carrie is now. He was my date for the homecoming ball and I was the homecoming queen. He had been trying to get into my pants since our junior year of high school and I wouldn't even go out with him. There were so many other guys I could have invited to the ball, but when he asked I said yes. I still don't know why."

She sighed a deep breath. "I remember he was so anxious to get under my dress we didn't even wait until after the ball. I admit, though, I was just as anxious for him to get under my dress. We did it in a dark hallway right outside the ballroom, standing up. It happened so fast I never knew what happened. It wasn't until two days later that I even bled or felt any pain. For the rest of the night, while we danced, I could feel his cum dripping down my leg."

She paused for a moment, staring off into the distance. Her small, delicate hand still worked slowly up and down his shaft. Ethan stared into her deep, blue eyes, longing to see Carrie again.

"Three months later we were married," she said finally. "When Carrie was born it was the greatest thing that ever happened to me."

"What about your husband?" Ethan said, immediately regretting he had brought him up.

"My life with that man went downhill from the day after he screwed me in that hallway while I held my dress up." She took a second to lick the sticky juices from her fingers. "I'll tell you another secret." She sat up with her legs folded under her. Her breasts shook when she moved. Her round, pink nipples stood out, announcing how excited she was. Ethan noticed for the first time how closely they resembled Carrie's. "I never let my husband cum in my mouth." She giggled like a little girl, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Never?" Ethan said. She shook her head, still covering her mouth. "Let me ask you, how'd you get so good at giving head?"

"Whenever I could, I'd give my husband a blow job when he got horny. That way I never really had to be intimate with him."

"So I was the first?"

She laughed. "I wasn't expecting that to happen. It just sort of did." She reached out to fondle his penis again. Ethan reached up to fondle her breast. Listening to her fascinated him. "You see, my daughter's mistake was in confiding with me the details of your endowments. Once she had described to me what you possessed, I had to find out for myself." She leaned forward over him, examining his penis closely, and purred as she rubbed the head of his cock across her bottom lip. "I snuck in that night expecting to suck you off and let you think I was Carrie, but when I actually had you in my mouth I found it to be so exciting I just let myself get carried away and before I knew it, you were coming in my mouth." Her tongue appeared from between her lips and circled the head a few times. "I didn't know what to do with a mouthful of sperm, so I just swallowed it." She lowered her head to the base of his cock, just above his balls, and licked all the way up the side like she was licking an envelope.

"She told you about me? About my dick?" She nodded, her eyes on his, without breaking the pattern of kisses she was laying on the head and shaft. "What else did she tell you?"

"Not much."

"But like what?"

"Little things," Claudia said, looking at him from behind his cock like she was peeking around a tree. "Like how you hold her and kiss her so gently. Like how you whisper to her when you're all alone. Like how you put your tongue way up inside her pussy."

"Wow." Ethan was amazed. "I never knew you two were so close."

"Tell me something," Claudia asked. "When you took her virginity, did she feel any pain?"

The question caught Ethan off guard, but he thought about it for a moment and decided to answer truthfully.

"Yes," he said. He figured that if Carrie had told her mom about how he put his tongue in her pussy when he ate her, she probably told her all about the night she gave up her virginity.

"Were you gentle with her?"

"Yes," Ethan said, again answering as truthfully as he could.

"That's all I wanted to know," she said. She opened her mouth, lowered it over the end of his huge cock, closed her lips around it in a tight seal and sucked hard, moving her head up and down.

"Oh man," Ethan moaned. His eyes rolled shut. Her mouth felt fantastic, like a velvet glove around his member. She had spent so much time working him up that he was by that time ready to shoot another wad in her mouth. Claudia was moaning, bobbing her head eagerly, ready herself to receive a mouthful of warm sperm, when the telephone beside the bed rang and startled them both.

Her eyes opened and looked up to his. They were both still, as if they had been caught robbing a bank, but she still had the end of his cock in her mouth. It rang again.

"Shit," Claudia said. She let go of his penis, got up on her hands and knees, crawled over him to the side of the bed and reached for the receiver, wiping the saliva from her lips. "Hello?" she said, and paused.

Ethan waited anxiously to find out who it was. He didn't want to make any noise in case it was Carrie. Claudia looked back at him and rolled her eyes. He knew it was her husband. He grinned, feeling very mischievous.

"Where are you?" Claudia said. She waited for a reply. "Pittsburgh? That's a long way to call."

Ethan was sure she had repeated his location for his benefit. Now that he knew her husband wasn't calling from his car phone at the end of the block, Ethan could relax. He looked at her gorgeous ass sticking up in front of him.

"I just got home," Claudia said. He could see his white cum oozing out of her hole. "Look, don't be a pain in the ass," she continued.

Ethan shook his head in disgust. The man was hundreds of miles away in a phone booth, probably wondering what the hell was going on. He would never know that his daughter's boyfriend was with his wife in his bed with his hand on her ass.

Claudia looked back at him with a curious expression. She was agreeing vaguely with him about something, but she obviously wasn't paying attention. Ethan ran his hand up the inside of her thigh to part her legs. They parted for him and her ass raised a bit and he knew then that she enjoyed cheating on her husband, especially while she was on the phone with him. He remembered again how she and Carrie both enjoyed the danger of being caught having sex. Sex just wasn't good enough unless it was somehow too illicit for average people.

Ethan got up on his knees and moved in right behind her. She was watching him over her shoulder, panting into the phone like an obscene caller, just grunting in response to her husband.

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," she said.

Ethan stroked her lower back, wiping away the perspiration. He lifted his cock to her hole and inserted the head. His cum made her hole slippery, but she was still tight. She grunted audibly when it slid in.

"Nothing," she said quickly into the phone, in an attempt to cover her slip. Her body arched and writhed wildly as he forced his cock into her. She couldn't scream out loud, but she did her best to muffle her moans.




Ethan and Carrie Ch. 03



It must have made speaking extremely difficult, he thought. He held her slender sides and pulled her back as much as he pushed himself forward. His entire cock glided into her without much resistance, but he could only imagine how hard she was trying to hold back and not scream into the phone.

"I think ... you should do that," Claudia said in a strained voice. He wondered what they were talking about. He was fucking her firmly, holding her waist tightly with both hands while he moved his pole in and out of her pussy with his hips. She was panting and he thought it was funny how she would hold her other hand over the end of the phone when she wasn't saying anything, then would uncover it to say something then quickly cover it again. She must love this, he thought.

"Uh-uh ... just ... uh ... come home," she told him. "I'll ... uh ... grunt ... uh ... make it up to you." She was actually screaming as she said it. "Yeah, I promise." She slammed the receiver down on the phone. "Oh God Ethan fuck me," she shouted, tossing her head back and making her hair fly.

Ethan was more than happy to give it to her. Her blow job had left him with an edge he was desperate to get rid of. If he went to Carrie in that condition he would cum way too early and leave her high and dry. Carrie's mother was ready to take it from him right then so he gave it to her.

"Oh yes ... oh yes," she squealed when she felt his warm come filling her womb a second time. She was practically hanging off the edge of the bed by then. Ethan put his strong arm around her waist, lifted her, rolled her over on top of him then rolled back on top of her in the middle of the bed, all the while with his rod pulsing inside her. His whole body covered her small, trim figure. He reached around her and squeezed her tit.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" Ethan asked, as he licked the back of her neck and ear.

"You bet I did." She felt pinned down under him and completely immobile while he had that telephone pole he carried in his pants imbedded inside her small body. It fit her so snugly she could feel it stretch her every time it throbbed. Her husband could learn a few things from this young man, she thought, but then, he didn't have the brains or the equipment to work with.

"I'd better get dressed before Carrie gets here," Ethan said. His weight lifted off her. His long cock gradually slide from her hole. For a moment it felt like it would never end. It just kept coming and coming. She sighed when it was finally out, but immediately felt a strange longing to have it inside her once again.

Ethan climbed over her and kissed her deeply before he got off the bed. She put her arm around his neck to try to hold him down but he got away anyway.

Ethan picked up his pants. "Are you going to tell Carrie?" he asked as he stepped into them.

"That I screwed her boyfriend?" she said. She squeezed her legs together to feel all of his come squish somewhere deep inside her. Her eyes were fixed to his lovely organ when he put his hand around it and stuffed it unceremoniously into his pants.

"Yeah."

"Maybe one day, but not today. I don't think she would be too happy about it." She could still see the outline of his pipe in his pants. It was very noticeable in that condition. She wondered absently how he could hide a weapon like that if he got turned on in the middle of school.

"Why do you think she told you so much about me?" Ethan said, pulling his shirt back on and combing his fingers through his hair.

"Are you thinking that she wanted me to take an interest in you?"

"Maybe she just wants to share."

"You must be crazy," Claudia laughed.

"Yeah, maybe I am," Ethan said, laughing with her. He turned to go downstairs.

"Ethan," Claudia said in an urgent tone. He stopped and turned back. "One more before you go?" she said.

"I won't have anything left for Carrie."

"You shouldn't do that."

"Do what? Have sex with your daughter?"

"Yes. She's only eighteen. She's too young to even know anything about sex."

"It's too late for that. She already knows everything there is to know."

"You'll be happy to find," she said, changing the subject abruptly. "I taught her a few new things."

"Like what?"

"You'll find out."



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 04



Ethan was on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV when Carrie got home.

"Hi Ethan," she said and tossed her books on the dining room table. "I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't expect rehearsal to take so long."

Ethan got up and met her in the short hallway between the living room and the dining room.

"Hi," he said, smiling as he saw her. She was wearing a thin, cotton summer dress that almost could have been illegal. The V in the front was cut low to show off her cleavage and the bottom hung only halfway down her thighs but the most shocking thing about the dress was that he could practically see right through it. He had to concentrate and kind of look at her out of the corner of his eye, but he definitely could see her white bra and panties through it. He put his arms out and she stepped right into them and put her arms around his neck. "You look so beautiful." His hands settled on her trim waist just above her hips. He could smell a powerful, seductive odor and it took him a moment to realize it was from her. She was wet. He wondered how long she had been in that condition.

"Thanks," she said, smiling. She tilted her head up and kissed him. She pressed her body against his to make her intentions as obvious as possible. Her soft breasts flattened against his hard chest and she pressed the mound of her crotch against the rapidly growing bulge in his groin. He was surprised to feel how warm she was. Her lips smacked with his and she sighed softly.

"Happy to see me?" Ethan said.

Carrie giggled. "You could say that. Where's my Mom?"

"I think she's in the backyard."

"Good. Kiss me some more."

Ethan dropped his hands to her ass and plunged his tongue into her mouth until they heard the back door open. They broke apart instantly and tried to play innocent. Carrie's light cotton dress was terribly wrinkled in the front and the skirt part was caught in the crotch of her panties. She quickly straightened it before her mother saw her in that condition. Carrie pushed past Ethan to disappear in the living room.

Ethan realized she needed a little extra time, so for her benefit, he went into the kitchen to try to head off her mother.

"Hi," Ethan said.

"Hi," she said back, smiling brightly. She was dressed in shorts and a blouse with her hair pulled back and looked like a happy suburban housewife again. It was impossible to tell from her appearance the illicit, adulterous affairs she had committed with him not more than an hour ago. She stepped closer to him and the powerful odor of his own semen assailed him. The sperm he had left inside her had soaked through her whole body and radiated from her every pore. It was a phenomenon he had become quite familiar with in the women he had known, especially his sister, but he was afraid of the disastrous consequences if Carrie were to get close to her mother and realize the source of the odor.

"You look really cheerful," he said, searching for a conversation to keep her occupied for a few moments. At the same time, he was desperately trying to come up with a way to keep Carrie and her mother separated.

"So do you," Claudia said. "What have you got-" She stopped abruptly and she looked behind Ethan. "Hi Carrie."

"Hi Mom," she said. Ethan felt her hand on his waist and made room for her in the doorway.

"When did you get home?"

"Just a minute ago." 

"Did rehearsals go long?"

"Yes, really long," Carrie said, looking at her mother with curiosity. "Mom, you look fantastic. You're glowing. Did you get a facial today?"

"No, nothing like that. I was just out in the sun most of the day."

"I haven't seen you look so good in a long time. What's that perfume you're wearing?"

"Well, it's been a long time ..." She looked at Ethan then at Carrie. He knew what she was almost going to say before she caught herself. He almost wished she had said it. "Since I got a chance to work on my flowers," she said instead. "Ethan was waiting for you for a long time. I told him to go home and wait for you to call when you got here, but he said he wanted to wait."

Ethan looked at Carrie. She was smiling at him.

"That's so sweet," Carrie said.

Suddenly Ethan hated himself for playing along with this lie. He loved Carrie too much to do this to her.

"So what are your plans tonight?" Claudia asked.

"I thought we'd go get something to eat and maybe see a movie," Ethan said, and now he was lying to her as well. What was happening to him. How could he be doing this? Why couldn't he just tell her the truth? She knew as well as he did, and just as much as Carrie that he had no plans to see a movie that night. He knew that even if he had, Carrie wouldn't be interested. All three of them knew they were going out that night to have sex somewhere. Why did it have to be a big secret between them?

"It's getting late. What time does the movie start?"

"Around nine," Ethan said. "We'll have plenty of time." His heart was pounding. This had never happened to him before. Every time he opened his mouth he was getting deeper and deeper into the lie and there was no reason for it at all. Why couldn't they all be honest with each other?

"Goodnight Mom," Carrie said and went to her to give her a kiss. "I probably won't see you when I get home tonight."

Her mother kissed her cheek and squeezed her tight, as if she was sending her off on some dangerous mission, which, in a sense, after her recent experiences with Ethan herself, she was.

Ethan was glad to finally be in the car. The lie wasn't over, but at least it was behind him for the moment. He had no idea what he was going to say to Carrie when she found out. He did know, however, that if she didn't find out on her own he was going to have to tell her himself, because he couldn't live with deceiving her.

Carrie had asked him a day or two before to take her to the A&W for dinner. She had not been there yet that year and she wanted to make sure she got a coney dog at least once. Both of them ordered footlongs, but Ethan got a large mug of rootbeer while Carrie got a large Black Cow, her favorite.

Watching her suck on the straw, Ethan decided he would not have anything to do with her mother ever again, it would be that simple. He would end everything with her and the lie would be over. Then he could go on loving Carrie for the rest of his life.

Her eyelids flickered and she looked at him. She smiled with the straw between her teeth. He noticed that she had removed her bra and changed her white panties to black ones. He could see her nipples through the thin fabric that was stretched across the points.

"What?" she said.

"You're so beautiful," he said with a most wondrous look in his eye. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Stop it," she said.

"It's true."

"I know." Ethan leaned across the car toward her. "What are you doing?" He puckered his lips and kissed her. She smacked his lips and smiled. He kissed her again. His hand reached across and squeezed her tit. She parted her lips. He opened his mouth and put his tongue inside hers. She moaned softly. She was squirming in her seat. He noticed again how warm she was all over.

"Are you okay?" he said.

"I'm fine. Why?"

"You're burning up."

Carrie laughed. "I know, I can feel it, too. It's because of rehearsal today."

"What happened?"

"We rehearsed the kissing scene today."

"Ah," Ethan said, nodding his head. He remembered reading the kissing scene when she showed it to them. They had rehearsed it themselves for about two hours that night. He also remembered how nervous she was about doing it with her leading man on stage and in rehearsals.

Carrie sucked on her Black Cow. "I knew we were going out tonight, so I was already hot before rehearsals even began." She laughed again. "When I heard we going to do the kissing scene I knew I was going to be in trouble."

"Were you good?"

"I was very good. My panties were soaked before we got started. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who could smell it. Poor Todd Miner didn't know what hit him. I wonder what he's doing right now."

"Isn't he going out with Helen Sanders?" Ethan said.

Carrie laughed again. She was very obviously turned on and anxious. "Yeah. I bet they're screwing their brains out right now." She had straightened her legs out in front of her and spread her knees. Her ass was gyrating in small circles in the snug bucket seat. She laid her hand in his lap and discovered his penis long and stiff.

"Have you been hard since I got home?"

He shook his head. "I've had a woody all day, just like you, thinking about going out tonight."

Carrie was quiet for a moment. Her eyes looked down at her hand and her hand moved slowly over the lump of his shaft. Finally her eyes turned up to his.

"Let's go someplace romantic," she said softly. Desire glowed in her eyes like a beacon to her lover.

"Let me you to the lake where we can share our souls."

She smiled broadly and broke into a giggle. "Okay Romeo. Take me where you will. I'm yours. Do with me as you will."

Ethan turned the ignition key and the car fired to life with a loud rumble. "You should be careful who you say that to," he said.

She laughed as he whipped the car out of the spot like a bull out of a gate. "If I ever do make that mistake I know you'll be there to defend me." She wrapped her lips around the straw and hung on for her life.

Ethan's car rumbled quietly down the dark dirt path that was lined with tall, ancient trees that stood like soldiers guarding the path to the king's castle. In the dim moonlight they could see other cars scattered about the clearing, all dark and still. Carrie's hand was still in Ethan's lap. She was looking around the quiet clearing for a comfortable spot for them and taking the mysterious atmosphere of the place at the same time.

"Over there," she said, pointing to an open place by the edge of the lake. It was between some bushes and looked out on the water. From there they could see the reflection of the moon on the surface. Ethan pulled into the spot and they gazed in awe through the windshield up at the full, clear sky, which was covered with tiny specks of white light.

"It's beautiful," Carrie sighed.

Silently, Ethan was glad he had picked the right place to take her. More importantly, he was glad there were fewer cars here than he was expecting for such a gorgeous September night.

He heard footsteps in the bristly grass coming toward the car and rolled his eyes up. The last thing he needed was an interruption at that moment. If Carrie kept stroking him for much longer he was going to go off in his pants and that would be a waste of one hell of a good orgasm.

"Hey Ethan. What's up?"

Ethan looked up at Bobby leaning against the door of his car, poking his head inside with a big, goofy grin.

"What are you doing here?" Ethan said.

"Hey Carrie," Bobby said when he noticed her. She smiled back at him politely. "I came to look at the moon," Bobby said to Ethan.

"That's bullshit."

"You're right. It is. I'm here with Annette."

"Annette DeLoy?" Carrie asked.

"Yeah. She's got a serious crush on me." His eyebrows danced with excitement like only he could make them do. "What are you two doing here?" He looked down at Carrie's hand moving on the bulge in Ethan's pantleg. His eyebrows went up in surprise. "Are you gonna get it on?"

"Yeah, as soon as you split."

"Hey, that's cool. I didn't know you were doing it with Carrie. Way to go." He slapped Ethan on his shoulder.

"Fuck you, Bobby."

"You wish Ethan. You wish." Ethan glared back at him without speaking. "Okay, okay. I'm leaving. See you at practice tomorrow."

As soon as he was gone, Ethan and Carrie looked at each other for a moment then broke out laughing.

"That was so funny," Carrie said, covering her mouth with her hand.

Ethan had a hard time talking between his laughs. "Did you ... Did you hear what he said about Annette? Can you believe she has a crush on him?"

"No way," Carrie said. Her hands crawled back into his lap and began to unbuckle his belt. "Do you think they're really going to have sex tonight?"

He looked down at her small hands working at his waist. "I hope so. I think it would be good for both of them to get laid."

"Do you think he's a virgin?" Her fingers delicately worked the zipper down.

"I know he is." He was very tense with anticipation. The light pressure of her hands on his groin and penis made him flinch.

"What about Annette?"

"She acts like she is, but even if she isn't, getting laid might do her some good. She's way too uptight for her own good. Or anyone else's."

He lifted his ass off the seat to push his pants down his legs. Carrie slipped her hands in for his penis, too eager to wait until they were all the way down. She pulled it out and closed both hands around it like she was going to strangle it.

"Ethan, check that out," she said, looking out the window.

Ethan looked out the side window in the same direction she was looking. A short distance from them was another car highlighted in the moonlight, a red 1967 Mustang. It was parked facing away from them at an angle, but they could see right into the passenger's side window. A young woman with short, blonde hair was in the passenger's seat, facing the rear, moving up and down in a jerky, rhythmic motion. From what they could see of her, which was the top half of her torso, she was naked. Her plump, round breasts bounced like water balloons.

"Isn't that Beth Arieson?" Carrie whispered, as if they might hear her. She was leaning over his lap and peeking over the edge of the car door as if she was a private detective spying on somebody.

"Yeah," Ethan said. The distance and the dim light made it difficult to see into the car clearly, but he easily recognized Beth Arieson. He had never seen her naked, but her large tits were easily recognizable. He remembered back in eighth grade when she was flat chested and when they came back for the start of high school in the fall she had blossomed over the summer into a full grown woman, a very fully grown woman. There were many times when he wished for a chance to get to know her in that very position, but she was never willing to take him up on his offers.

"She's going out with Joe Stevelton, right?"

"Yeah," Ethan said.

"Is that Joe's car?"

"No." He shook his head.

"Do you know whose it is?" Carrie looked up at him. He looked down at her.

"Yeah. It's Mike Hollen's." He looked back at the car. Beth certainly looked great without clothes. "I helped him build it."

"What's she doing out with him?"

"I'm sure Joe would like to know that, too." She was quiet for a second and he looked back at her. She was glaring up at him like he had said something wrong.

"Are you going to tell him?" she said.

"No."

"Good, because you shouldn't." She looked angry, then her scowl faded to a smile. "Let me tell him."

She laughed and kissed him. He put his arms around her and hugged her tight. The sudden silence enveloped them like a thick blanket. Little sounds like the chirp of the crickets and the lap of the water against the shore of the lake sounded distant and unassociated, like they were coming from another room. Inside the car the soft smack of their lips echoed like exploding cannon shells in a mountain valley.

Ethan let his hand drift along her side, over her hip and down her thigh to the hem of her dress, where he brought it back up her supple, smooth-as-silk thigh under the fabric. His hand came back up to her hip and he squeezed the firm globe of her ass. She was squirming anxiously. The tips of his fingers worked under her panties and into the crack of her ass. He moved the soft pads of his fingers down along the cleavage where her cheeks came together until he reached the warm area between her thighs. She had soaked those panties as well. He lightly grazed his fingers over her warm, moist lips, increasing the intensity of her excitement.

Carrie stopped kissing him with a soft moan. She was breathing very hard and her face was flushed. She turned her attention back to his lap. His penis was very tall and very hard. The balls were as swollen as the head, which had turned a very deep purple, like it was going to burst.

All Ethan could see was the top of her head and all her gorgeous, silky hair draped over his lap like a sheet. Her tongue licked up from the base of his cock all the way to the head. It was almost unbearable for him. He felt her hand squeeze around the base and he felt her warm breath on the shaft, but he gasped in surprise when she closed her mouth around the head. Her tongue was working furiously around the side. Her cheeks were sucked in hard and she was bobbing her head rapidly but smoothly, just like her mother had just done earlier that afternoon. She was no longer timid and hesitant and clumsy. This must have been what her mother taught her.

"Oh man," Ethan groaned deeply. "I'm gonna cum real hard." His hips rose off the seat, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Her head rose with him to try to keep him from jamming down her throat but it slipped into the opening of her esophagus despite her efforts to prevent it. Ethan grunted and he orgasmed. She could feel his cock throb with her lips and tongue. Cum exploded from his cock like a water balloon filled with sperm had burst in her mouth. Much of it shot straight down her throat before she had a chance to swallow it. The rest filled her mouth rapidly and she had to swallow fast to keep up with it, since two squirts followed every mouthful she could drink.

Her left hand was squeezed around the shaft and she could feel every pulse of sperm that was sent up to the head and into her mouth. It continued unabated for an unreasonably long time. She feared he would drown her if it kept up like this. She knew she would be so embarrassed if she died and anybody found out she choked to death on Ethan's cum.

The gushing fountain finally slowed to a trickle and she was able to drink down the cum that had filled out her cheeks. It was a lot of cum even for Ethan. She sucked as she plopped it out of her mouth, like she was sucking on a popsicle, and licked her lips. At the corner of her lips was a single drop of cum. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smeared the drop across her cheek. "You did cum hard. Have you been saving it up all week?"

"I guess so," Ethan said, and gritted his teeth. The lie would not leave him alone. He was dying to come right out and tell her. What he and her mother had done excited him and he was sure it would excite her, too. If Carrie had given him another moment he would have told her about it, but she had another idea.

"Let's get in the back," she said, grinning.

"Okay," Ethan said. He stuffed his penis partway into his pants and they quickly climbed out of both sides of the car, folded the front seats forward, and climbed into the back. The back seat of the GTO provided a substantial amount of space for two people to learn carnal, intimate things about each other. Although this was not the reason Ethan had originally chosen this car, it had certainly turned out to be an unexpected bonus.

Carrie was immediately all over him again. He was practically pinned under her while she peppered his face and neck with kisses. It took a bit of effort before he finally managed to wrestle her onto her back across the wide back seat. She was panting wildly. Her eyes were glazed, looking up into his eyes with a deep stare. Her passion had turned to a fever and had taken control of her body. Instinctively, as soon as she was on her back, she spread her legs. The hem of her skirt hung at her knees and slid down her thighs, exposing her legs all the way to her panties.

"What are you gonna do?" she whispered breathlessly.

Ethan looked very determined, like he was totally focused for a big game. He, too was breathing hard, but he had no inclination to waste his breath on talk. He reached up under her skirt for her panties and pulled them down her legs. Carrie lifted her feet so he could pull them all the way off. She licked her lips in eager anticipation. Ethan set the damp panties on the front seat and turned his attention back to her. She was holding the edges of the seat and squirming her ass under her. Carrie looked good enough to eat, and that was what he was going to do.




Ethan and Carrie Ch. 04



Carrie watched him wrap his hands around her thighs.

"Oh my goodness," she moaned when he lowered his head to the warm, moist area between her thighs. The first touch of his tongue to the sensitive lips of her pussy sent a jolt through her body like lightning through a cable. His tongue burrowed into her, gliding back and forth over her clitoris. Her musky juices poured over his tongue.

She lifted her legs over his shoulders and rested her heels on his back. His head was clamped between her warm thighs. She put her hands in his hair and pulled him in like she was pulling the reins of a horse to make him run faster. Ethan pushed his tongue deeper to satisfy her. She responded.

"Oh yes," she moaned. He extracted his tongue, jabbed it back in and she was coming. Her body arched up off the seat. Her legs flexed and squeezed his head and her upper body shook with spasms.

"Oh ... oh ... oh yes ... oh yes," she squealed over and over. He could hear her high pitched moans even though her thighs muffled the sound over his ears. "Oh God. Ethan, fuck me, please. Fuck me now."

Ethan lifted his head from between her legs. He wasn't entirely sure what he should do. Her eyes were closed, but they blinked open and she raised her head to look at him.

"Please," she insisted. "Now."

In his haste to get his pants off, Ethan neglected to wipe his mouth. His chin and lips and cheeks were shiny with Carrie's juices. She could see it glistening in the dim light and it made her giggle. Ethan was in the middle of shoving his pants down and was caught off guard by her giggling.

"What?" he said, perplexed at her reaction.

"Your face is all wet." She was smiling broadly. It was terribly funny.

Ethan swiped the back of his hand across his mouth and found it was smeared with something wet and sticky. He tasted it.

"It's yours," he said. Carrie laughed out loud.

"I know it is. You've got it all over your face."

Ethan crawled up on top of her and kissed her. She was laughing and kissing him at the same time. He smeared her juices on her mouth and cheeks and licked her tongue to let her experience the taste of her own juices. Ethan peeled open the front of her dress and ran his face over her bare breasts while she shrieked with laughter.

He sat up suddenly and yanked his shirt off. Carrie gasped with surprise. His erection hung out in front of him like the end of a firehose that the firemen forgot to put away.

"Oh yes," Carrie panted. She pulled her knees up farther. Ethan hooked his arms under her knees and pushed them up over her, near her head, bringing her naked cunt out in the open. Her wet pussy lips were spread open as if waiting for him to insert his organ. He held himself up over her on his hands and knees. His huge pole dangled down between his thighs. Carrie slipped one hand down to her pussy, pushed a finger in her pussy, and closed her other around his cock to guide it to her opening. She was panting hard and her eyes were focused on the head of the cock. She rubbed the swollen head along the wet groove. The sensation was enough to blow her mind. She let go of the shaft when the head penetrated her tight opening on its own. She was trembling all over. It still made her nervous whenever Ethan inserted his cock.

Ethan raised himself over her. His arms pushed her legs back farther over her head, bringing the opening of her vagina almost straight up. He lowered his hips gently so that the rest of his organ slid in slowly. Her precious, tender lips stretched open to their limits to accommodate him. Ethan was as careful as he could be, but he still heard a faint whimper from her.

Less than half of his member had lodged itself within Carrie's fragile body. Ethan eased back. She was not someone with whom he would be forceful. If it was still too early for her body to be adjusted to his size, then he would let it be that way. There was no need to rush.

Carrie watched his eyes the whole time. She could feel every bit of the stiff, fleshy penis splitting her open. She knew that once it was in she would have no trouble accepting its dimensions. Ethan could, in fact, drive her out of her mind with the way he was able to plunge so deeply. He did it so well. It was the process of getting it inside her in the first place that caused her such anguish.

Her knees were almost pinned to her shoulders. She had a view of her split pussy and the pole that split them apart like she never thought she would see. It was unreal, more like watching a movie than what was actually happening to herself. The soft, red lips looked like a collar around the vicious, rugged looking shaft. It looked like an alien being that was penetrating her body against her will, except that she was practically blinded by the intense sensations she felt through her whole being. It was almost spiritual.

It took only a sigh from Carrie for her to relax enough so that Ethan's penis could slide the rest of the way in with the slight amount of weight he was applying.

"Uhn ... uhn ... uhn," she groaned.

Ethan remarked to himself how uncanny it was that she was reacting exactly the way her mother had in this same position. It was true what they said about how people and their parents were so much alike.

His balls touched the cheeks of her ass. They were still swollen and ached, even though he had experienced a big orgasm only minutes ago. Carrie's upper lip was curled up in reaction to the discomfort she was feeling. He started pumping in and out. She had taken more than enough of his cock. Most of it was buried in her tight channel. She felt so unbelievably good.

Carrie caressed his cheek. She had a weak smile and tired eyes while his cock went slowly in and out of her, as if she had just survived some taxing ordeal.

"You're so sweet," she whispered.

"You think so?" He was surprised that he was breathing so hard. He didn't realize he had exerted so much effort in trying to hold back from simply ramming himself into her, like he was used to with Pam. Pam still felt it when he did that, of course, but she was much more accustomed to it.

"I know so."

She giggled again and he knew she was feeling okay. He picked up speed and fed more penis into her. She moaned delicately. Her eyebrows wrinkled up with every thrust down. Her grunts were softly expressive. Her ass ground in a circle and her hips thrust up and down with his. Her body writhed in ecstasy.

"Ethan. Ethan," she whispered in his ear.

"Yes?"

"Cum in my mouth, please."

"Do you want it now?"

"Yes."



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 05



She gasped when he yanked his cock out of her. The sudden motion left her feeling desperately empty. Ethan threw her legs aside and tried to quickly climb on top of her, but he started to come before the head of his cock reached her mouth. Carrie reached for it just as the first load shot out and splattered on her bare chest. She gasped again in surprise. Her mouth was wide open and she was trying to aim it in while she pulled it toward her. Ethan was clambering between her legs to get it close enough. The second shot leapt from the slit at the tip of the head and struck her left cheek. She flinched when she saw it coming, but it soaked her like she had been hit with a water balloon. Finally she got the head into her mouth before she lost any more of the fluid.

Ethan was holding her legs apart and holding himself just above her chest while he let his ejaculation flow into her mouth. Carrie had both hands around his cock and was sucking the come from the head like a baby sucks milk from a bottle. Her cheeks puffed out as they filled with come. She was swallowing fast but it swelled out at the corner's of her mouth and dribbled down her cheek.

Her eyes were half closed and she looked drowsy. She was whimpering while she sucked. The flow ended, to her disappointment, but she continued to suck. Her eyes closed fully. She nursed dreamily. Ethan moved his hips back and forth and gently fucked her mouth. His come dripped from her lips, her chin, covered her tender cheek and had even splattered in her hair. The shot that had landed on her chest had soaked into the top of her dress.

She opened her eyes. They turned up to his eyes. She smiled with his cock in her mouth. It was still hard and throbbed occasionally, especially when the head touched her tongue or the inside of her cheek.

"Thank you," she said, but it was slurred by the fat head of his cock that held her mouth open awkwardly.

"You're welcome," Ethan said. "I'm sorry I missed your mouth." He used the end of his shirt as a rag to wipe it off her face.

"I forgive you," she said. She pulled the cock out of her mouth so she could speak and salaciously licked around the head. "Do you think anybody was watching us?"

Ethan looked around at the clearing. The few cars he could see were dark. Anyone could have been watching them. They never would have known. But then, if they had cared if were watched, they never would have come to this location.

"I don't think so," he said. "I think they were all too busy. Like we were."

Carrie laughed. She was stroking his shaft, which was coated with his come and her saliva and juices from her pussy. "How many times can you come?"

Ethan shrugged. "How many times can you suck?"

"Let's find out." She had a look of eager determination in her eyes. She was obviously still very excited. He was glad because he had not fully enjoyed the sensations of her tight vagina and lithesome body attached to his.

He laid back and stretched across the seat as much as he could, which left his knees still bent up. He took her hands and pulled her down on top of him. She was laughing with excitement. Her dress had become nothing more than a flimsy rag around her waist and hanging off one shoulder. Her soft breasts flattened on his chest. She spread her legs over him, digging her knees into the vinyl on either side of him, reached between her legs with one hand and maneuvered the head of his cock to the wet opening of her cunt. She pushed the head into her hole and, with a sigh, straightened up over him to lower her weight on his pole. She slid down on him like she had been screwing him all her life. The corners of her mouth turned up in a satisfied smile.

Ethan put his hands around each of her breasts. They molded to his touch. He pinched her erect, pink nipples gently between his thumbs and first fingers, making her squirm. She stopped halfway down on him and slowly worked herself down the rest of the way until all her weight was settled on his body and all of his penis was inside her.

Her narrow waist was perfectly formed. Her long, blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and her face and bounced when she bounced. Ethan dropped his hands from her tits to her waist. He loved to hold a slender woman that way so he could pull her down tighter on his cock and watch her tits jiggle when he bucked her with his hips.

The roof of the car was not quite high enough for her to sit perfectly straight. She had to keep her head bent over to the side so she wouldn't bang it when Ethan thrust her up. She spread her arms out to the side and pushed on the roof. Her body undulated like a snake with their hard thrusting.

Ethan was anxious to come inside her, unless, of course, she wanted him to shoot in her mouth again. Carrie was panting and moaning like a virgin undergoing some pagan ritual to cleanse her body of evil spirits. She was coming hard and Ethan was just about ready to blow another load deep inside her.

Suddenly, a bright light shined in the window and Carrie screamed as loud as she could, trying to cover her naked body. Ethan couldn't stop himself and came inside her. She collapsed on top of him for protection, but he was still pumping come into her vagina. Ethan hugged her tight, but he was just as scared as she was. He was going to be pissed as hell if this turned out to be a prank by Bobby and the other guys that had made him waste such a great orgasm.

A face appeared in the window, the face of a lady. She was wearing a cap and a stern look. It was a lady cop, and she looked pissed as hell. Oh shit, Ethan thought. I'm in trouble now.

"Step out of the car, you two," the lady cop said. She stepped back and watched through the window as they disentangled themselves.

"What are we going to do, Ethan?" Carrie whispered. Her voice was trembling with fear.

"I think we'd better get out."

Carrie lifted herself from Ethan's lap. His penis flopped out and all the come he had left behind inside her spilled right back out. Ethan could just see her face, despite the glare of the flashlight she was shining in on them. He was sure he had seen her eyes widen when his tool came out of Carrie's cunt. He wished he could be sure.

Carrie straightened her dress as well as she could before she pushed open the door and got out. Ethan's jeans were hanging around his left ankle. He decided to pull them up after he got out of the car and let this lady get a good look at him before she started giving them a hard time.

He put one foot on the ground and stood up, naked from the waist down. His long, semierect penis swung back and forth like a happy dog's tail. Carrie was standing near the front end of the car, apparently shaken by the event. The fear of possibly being caught in the act was much less troubling than the experience of actually being caught in such a position, especially by a police officer.

The lady cop took another couple of steps backward. They were both watching him. As he slowly put his foot through his pantleg and pulled them up, Ethan wondered how many other people might be watching them right then. He looked up at her carefully. She was looking right at his manhood, and her mouth was open slightly. When he got his pants up to his hips, he grabbed it and stuffed it back into his pants.

"What's your name?" she demanded, shining the flashlight at Ethan.

"Ethan," he said.

"What's yours?" she asked, turning the light to Carrie.

"Carrie," Carrie said meekly. Ethan was more angry that she had frightened Carrie than interrupted their lovemaking.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen," Carrie said.

Ethan looked around and noticed that all the other cars that had been there when they arrived were gone. Not far away was the squad car. The door was open and the engine was running.

"How old are you?" she said to Ethan.

"Eighteen," Ethan said.

"I should bust your ass. Get out of here before I run you in," she said angrily. She flicked off her flashlight and headed back to her vehicle. She stopped when neither of them moved. "Go home," she repeated firmly.

"Let's go," Ethan said to Carrie. They returned to the car while the lady cop watched them go. Ethan was careful not to make too much noise with his car or go too fast. He had no desire to provoke her further.

As soon as they were on the main road and safely away from the lady cop, Carrie began to laugh madly.

"What's so funny?" Ethan said.

"I thought I was gonna die," Carrie choked. "When you put your hand around your dick and put it back in your pants like that. I almost couldn't help laughing out loud. I'm so surprised she didn't arrest you after that."

"Yeah. I know," Ethan said. He chuckled a couple of times and they began to laugh hard together.

* * * *

Ethan put the wrench down and selected the ratchet from the tool cabinet. He had black grease all over his hands. His bare chest and shoulders were smudged with it from his fingers. Even his shorts were marked with black smudges.

He paused for a moment to look at his work. The engine was clean, now that all the old grease had been removed. The three two-barrel carburetors shined on top of the manifold. He had spent all weekend rebuilding them, and he was proud of his work. Now, after replacing all the old jets, maybe he could get some serious power out of it.

He heard clicking heels approaching and looked up. At first, he saw a pair of rounded calves and a well-filled grey dress and a mane of long, blonde hair. He never realized how sexy Carrie's mother really could be. The dress was tight on the curve of her hips and around her jiggling breasts.

"Hi, Ethan," she said, smiling brightly.

"Hi, Claudia. Where's Carrie?"

"Back at home." She walked right up to him and kissed him. "I don't have much time," she said. Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh to his crotch and grabbed his penis. Her tongue plunged into his mouth.

Ethan held his arms away so he wouldn't stain her nice dress with grease. His penis, however, quickly grew erect in her fingers as they squeezed and stroked.

"I'm going out of town for a week," Claudia continued in a breathy voice. She looked away with a disappointed frown. "For some reason, I agreed to go the cabin with my husband." She looked back up at Ethan. "He'll probably want to have sex with me."

Ethan shrugged. "Maybe you'll enjoy it."

"I doubt it," Claudia laughed. "Which is why I came to see you before we left." She pumped his hard cock. "I have to have some of this."

Ethan held his tongue for a moment.

"What?" she said.

"I don't think we should do this too much more," Ethan said. "I love Carrie too much to keep lying to her."

Claudia nodded. "I understand. I shouldn't be so selfish. I know how much she loves you. But will you help me out just this one time?"

Ethan thought about it. This was not the right thing to do. He knew he should tell her no, but he found it was much too difficult, much more so than he thought it would be. It was so much easier just to go along with it.

"Okay," he said, and immediately regretted it.

Claudia's face lit up. "Good."

Ethan smiled, despite how he felt. How could he ever be honest to Carrie when he was betraying her every chance he got?

"Let's go to the basement so I can wash up," he said. He led her to the narrow exterior stairway that led down to the basement workshop. Another door led from the workshop to the rest of the basement. Claudia went to explore while Ethan washed his hands.

She discovered the small, finished office in the corner, opposite the washer and dryer.

"This is nice," she said. Ethan stood in the doorway, drying his hands with an old towel. His erection pushed out the front of his shorts like a tent.

"This is my Dad's office," he said. "He doesn't use it as much as he used to."

"Good, then he won't bother us," Claudia said, holding out her hand for him. "Come on, my husband will be waiting for me."

Ethan tossed the towel and went to her. "What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I want to give you head, what do you think I want to do?"

She pushed him back into the chair behind the desk and dropped to her knees before him. His shorts came down in her hands with a quick tug. Ethan's cock jumped up in her face. Ethan held the arms of the large leather chair. Claudia's hands closed around the shaft and she popped the head between her plump lips. She moaned. Her tongue rippled around his bare cock and her lips sucked it like a vacuum cleaner.

Ethan closed his eyes. Her mouth moved rapidly up and down on his shaft. She obviously didn't have time to wait to make him come. She had to make it happen soon. He didn't mind giving her what she wanted, but it didn't make him feel any less guilty.

The phone rang and Ethan almost jumped out of the chair. Claudia froze with his cock in her mouth, looking up at him. The phone rang again. Ethan answered it.

"Hello?" he said, desperately hoping it was a wrong number.

"Hi," Carrie answered in her cheery, lyrical voice.

"Hi, Carrie," Ethan said, looking down at Claudia. Her eyes grew wide, and her lips broke into a grin around his cock. She sucked it deep to the back of her mouth.

"Are you busy?" Carrie asked.

Ethan wanted to say yes, but how could he tell her that her own mother was busy giving him head?

"No," he lied. "I was just working on my car. I think I can make it go faster now."

"Oh, great," Carrie giggled. "That's just what you need."

Ethan laughed. Claudia sucked the head of his cock hard and he had to fight back a deep moan.

"Guess what?" Carrie said.

"What?"

"My Mom's going away."

"Really? Where's she going?" He looked at Claudia while he said it. She looked back at him, licking the head of his cock like an ice cream cone.

"She's going to the cabin with my Dad for a whole week."

"Yeah?" He grinned at Claudia. She blushed, closed her eyes, and bobbed her head faster. Ethan's eyes rolled back in his head.

"You know what that means?" Carrie said. "We get to be alone for a whole week."

"Are you sure you want to be alone with me?" Ethan joked.

"Yes, silly," Carrie giggled. "Maybe we'll do something we've never done before."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Tell me what you'd like to do."

Ethan thought for a moment. "I'd like to kiss you all over," he whispered. Claudia looked up at him with a startled expression. Ethan had to hold back a laugh.

"I'd let you do that," Carrie said. Her voice sounded breathy over the phone. "I'd like to do that to you, too."

"You would?"

"Yes," she sighed. Her voice trembled. "Are you hard right now?"

"Yes."

"Will you take it out for me?"

"Yes," Ethan said.

Carrie waited a moment. "Stroke it for me, just like I would. Pretend it's my hand around it."

Ethan sighed. Carrie's mother was pushing the head of his cock deep over her tongue to the back of her mouth, like she was trying to take it down her throat.

"Are you touching yourself?" Ethan said. Claudia looked up at him again.

"Yes," Carrie said. "I have my hand in my pants."

"Oh god," Ethan moaned. He cupped Claudia's jaw in his hand and shot a wad of come on the roof of her mouth. She squealed, her eyes wide open, and sucked it up as fast as she could. Ethan's hips bucked up, jamming his cock into her mouth.

"What happened?" Carrie said. "Did I make you come?"

"Yes," Ethan groaned.

Carrie giggled. "Good. Tonight you can make me come. I'll see you after work."

"Okay," Ethan said. She said a quick goodbye and hung up. Claudia was already rising to her feet and wiping her mouth as he set the phone down.

"What was that all about?" Claudia said.

"She wants to lick me all over."

Claudia smiled. "I'm not surprised. Just don't hurt my baby with that thing," she said, and glanced down at his penis. She tugged her tight skirt up over her hips, exposing her lower body and the garter belt and stockings that covered her firm thighs. Claudia's body was perfect. If Ethan didn't know her and her daughter so intimately, he might have trouble determining who was younger. Claudia folded her arms behind her, pulled down the zipper and loosened the front of her dress. She pulled it down and bared her breasts. She was not wearing a bra.

"If I was Carrie, and I had chosen you to take my virginity, I don't think I ever would have wanted to be with another man," she said, as she set her ass on the edge of the desk and parted her thighs. "Don't be surprised if Carrie feels the same way."

"How do you know she wants me to be the guy?" Ethan said. His penis was throbbing back to complete hardness.

Claudia stopped adjusting her dress and looked at him. "Trust me. I can see it in her eyes. Now come over here and give me that tool. I've been waiting too long." Her hands rubbed the insides of her thighs.

Ethan lifted his feet out of his shorts and stood up. His dick was hard enough to stand up on its own.

Claudia's chest heaved as she watched Ethan approach. He put his hand over her breast. She put her hand around his pole, spread her thighs wider, and rubbed the head along her slit. Ethan leaned forward and kissed her. Both of his hands squeezed her tits. Their lips were locked together and their tongues twirled around each other. She managed to slip the head of his cock into her vagina. She locked her legs around the backs of his thighs and began to pull him into her.

Ethan's hands slipped down to her waist. "Turn around," he whispered.

"What?" she said. Her calves slipped off his legs. His cock dropped from her hole.

Ethan spun her around. She put her hands on top of the desk. "Bend over," he whispered in her ear. His cock lodged itself between the soft, white cheeks of her ass. He pressed his hips forward. Claudia moaned. She sprawled forward on the desk. Her tits flattened on the hard top. Ethan forced her stockinged thighs apart. Claudia tried to look back over her shoulder at him, but couldn't turn her head that far. Ethan touched her pussy. His finger slipped into her.

"I hope this doesn't wrinkle your dress," Ethan said. "I wouldn't want your husband to wonder what you were doing."

"My husband can go to hell," she said, her teeth gritted together. "Now, for god's sake, get that thing inside me." Her hands grasped desperately at the smooth desktop, but there was nothing to hold on to.

Ethan found the opening of her pussy with the head of his cock. She was extremely wet. Her mouth hung open in desperate anticipation. Ethan put both hands around her waist, just above the curve of her hips, held her tightly, and thrust his hips forward. His entire cock plunged up into her wet hole. Claudia's head jerked up, but she only whimpered. Ethan drew back his hips and rammed his cock into her again. Claudia whimpered again. The muscles on the back of her neck and shoulders were tight.

Ethan wondered what the hell he was doing. He felt guilty for fucking Carrie's Mom behind Carrie's back because he knew how much it would hurt her if she found out, and he felt angry that Claudia was using him and betraying her daughter, and he was trying to take it out on her by fucking her as hard as could, as if he was trying to punish her or hurt her.

He slowed down and released his vise-grip around her waist. Claudia sighed gratefully. Ethan stroked her back tenderly and ground his hips back and forth slowly. His fingertips moved down her spine and made her shiver. Claudia let out a deep sigh. She lowered her head back to the desktop, resting her cheek on the surface. Her cunt made wet, sucking noises as Ethan moved his cock in and out of her. Each breath from her lips was followed by a soft moan.

Ethan ran his hands up her slender sides. He touched the sides of her flattened breasts. She arched her back in and pushed her ass up. The better angle let his cock slide a little deeper into her.




Ethan and Carrie Ch. 05



"Does Carrie like it like this?" Claudia gasped.

"Why do we keep talking about Carrie?"

"I just want to know what it's like when you have sex with her. I'm just curious."

Ethan hesitated. He didn't want to answer the question, but he couldn't stop himself from telling her. "She likes to be on top," he said with reluctance. This woman seemed to have more control over him than he had imagined. So much so that she was able to pry from him the most intimate and secret details of the relationship he shared with Carrie.

"That doesn't surprise me," Claudia said with a hint of ironic laughter in her voice. She tossed her hair out of her face. "Does she like it rough, too?"

"I don't know. I've never been rough with her," Ethan admitted. He was holding her hips softly while he moved his hips back and forth. Her flesh was firm and resilient in his hands.

"I'll bet she does," Claudia said. "She takes after me in more ways than you know."

Ethan considered this. He never thought of being rough with Carrie. Her beauty always seemed so delicate to him. He was afraid he would injure her if he wasn't extremely gentle when they made love. A secret fantasy he always had was to tie a girl up and have sex with her. He began to wonder if Carrie would be interested in anything like that.

"Hey back there," Claudia said, thrusting her ass back. "Don't fall asleep on me. I've got a husband waiting for me, you know."

"Sorry," Ethan said. He began thrusting his hips harder. He lifted her hips and pressed his groin against her crotch as hard as he could, forcing his penis deep into her body. She groaned.

"I want to have your come ... uhn ... inside me all day. When it ... uhn ... when drips out I'll ... uhn ...think of you. Whenever I get fed up with my ... uhn ... husband, I can just stick my finger in my ... uhn ... my pussy and taste you."

Ethan drew his hips back all the way, leaving just the head of his cock between the lips of her pussy, and jammed it back into her. Claudia whimpered. Ethan was pleased. If she liked it rough, he would give it to her rough. If she wanted his come to drip out of her, he would give her so much it would leak out all weekend.

"I'm going to come," she moaned. "I'm gonna ... gonna ... uhn ... uhn."

Her whole body jerked and shook with spasms. Ethan held her tightly to his groin. Her tight channel contracted along the length of his shaft. His knees started to go weak as his orgasm reached a peak. The intensity almost made him pass out. His balls pulled up and his orgasm exploded inside her.

Claudia screamed like she had been stabbed. Ethan's hips jammed into her erratically, as if he was trying to force his sperm to stay deep inside her body. He held it there and let it pump like he was filling a gas tank.

He bent over her, put his hands flat on the desktop outside her hands, and kissed her shoulder blades. His penis continued to spasm and spill sperm in her womb. Claudia turned her head to him, panting, and he kissed her. She was panting hard.

"You'd better go," Ethan said. He lifted himself off her and let his penis slide from her hole.

"I know," Claudia sighed, disappointed that she had to let go of him. A drop of his sperm rolled down the inside of her thigh as she stood up. Quickly, she turned, grabbed his long, wet cock, squatted before him with her legs spread, and slipped it between her lips. The shaft glided to the back of her mouth over her tongue. She sucked it clean and pulled it out.

"I don't care if he smells it on my breath," she said, standing up and straightening her dress. "He'll never know what it is."

Ethan sat down in the leather chair once more to watch her dress. His penis hung down off the edge of the chair between his spread legs. It was still thick and mostly hard. If she had kept sucking him, he believed, he would have come in her mouth again.

Claudia replaced the front of her dress of her breasts, zipped up the back, and wiggled the snug skirt back down over her hips. Her nipples were hard points behind the fabric of the dress. Ethan saw a drop of fluid on the inside part of her knee and the trail down her thigh it had left behind. He reached for a tissue from the box on the bookshelves behind the desk and handed it to her.

"You'd better wipe that up," he said, pointing to her legs. "Your husband will know where that came from."

Claudia looked down at her legs, saw the drop, and wiped it up.

"Thanks," she said, and tossed the tissue in the wastebasket.

"Don't mention it."

"I guess I'll be going." She glanced between his legs. "Don't break my daughter tonight," she said, and turned to the door. When she reached the opening, she stopped and turned back to him. "And don't break yourself, either. I look forward to seeing you again when I get back."

"I won't," Ethan said.

She smiled at him one last time and made her way out. He listened to her close the door, heard her heels clicking up the stairs outside, and finally let out a deep sigh of relief. What was he going to do about her now? 



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 06



Carrie's special dinner was the best Ethan had eaten in a long time. He was amazed to find out how well she cooked. He had to get to know her better. She had many hidden talents he knew nothing about.

"That was the best," Ethan said.

"Thanks." Carrie took both of their plates to the sink.

"I never knew I'd like Italian sausage," Ethan said as he watched her. She looked remarkably beautiful in her light, pale pink blouse and short, ruffley purple skirt. Her long, straight blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as bright as her happy smile. Her breasts pushed out the front of her blouse and her long, perfect legs shifted anxiously under the skirt.

Ethan was still wearing his work clothes, although he had removed his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. It was not much of a uniform, pleated grey slacks and a button-down blue shirt, very much like the clothes the other guys wore at the store. Ethan didn't want to look bad, but he didn't want to look like a GQ model, either.

He took the empty glasses to her and put them inn the sink.

"Thanks," she said, and started rinsing one of them out.

Standing behind her, Ethan put his arms around her belly, hugging her tightly to his body.

"What would you like to do now?" he said softly as he moved her hair aside and kissed her neck.

"I don't know," she giggled. "What do you have in mind?" She pressed her soft ass against the hard lump in his groin.

"How would you like to go for a walk?"

Carrie stopped. "Really?" she said, turning in his arms to face him.

"Sure," Ethan said. "It's a beautiful night." His hand came up her side to her breast. Her knee pushed between his and she forced her thigh against his crotch.

Carrie kissed him. "It might rain."

"Let's risk it."

"Okay."

* * * *

The sky was cloudy, obscuring the moon, and the wind was cool, carrying the smell of a storm, but they walked to the Dairy Queen at the corner anyway. They both knew they were going to get a lot of rain very soon. The thrill of it excited both of them.

The park was practically deserted. The gate had been closed since dark, and Carrie and Ethan found themselves all alone, the only people daring enough to brave the coming rain. They walked along the edge of the lake on the brand new boardwalk, holding each other's hands. In their other hands, they held their ice cream cones.

They stopped at the railing overlooking the water. Over their heads, and antique style mercury-vapor lamp buzzed softly just beneath the noise of the wind. Below them, the gentle, wind-driven swells from the lake splashed against the concrete wall.

Carrie studied Ethan as he licked his ice cream. She never noticed his tongue before. She had felt it, of course, in her mouth and between her legs, but she had never just looked at it. It was long and thick, much like the member between his legs. As she watched it flicker over the ice cream, something about it sent shock waves from her head to her toes. He wasn't just licking the ice cream, he was attacking it.

In her mind, she saw it moving over her slit the way it was moving over the ice cream. She began to feel feverish and faint with desire. Her wet pussy soaked through her panties.

"You have the foxiest looking tongue I've ever seen," Carrie gasped with a heavy breath.

He abruptly stopped licking and looked at her. "I have a foxy tongue?"

"Yes. I'd like to see what you can do for me with that tongue."

"What do you have in mind?"

Carrie tossed her melting ice cream in the water, sat down on the nearest bench, spread her legs, and slowly pulled her skirt up until he could see her white, cotton panties and the wet stain in the crotch. She turned her eyes up to him like an innocent schoolgirl.

Ethan tossed the cone away. "I think I see what you mean," he said.

Carrie was panting as he knelt between her thighs. Her skin was so sensitive, she nearly jumped when he touched her knee. His hands reached up under her skirt for the waistband of her panties and pulled them all the way down to her ankles.

Carrie looked around nervously. "What if someone sees us like this?"

"We'll let them watch," Ethan shrugged. He didn't care if they had an audience and a cheering section. Nothing was going to stop him from eating her pussy, not even a tornado.

He lowered his head to her mound. His ears brushed the insides of her thighs. Her fragile body trembled with excitement. The tip of his tongue touched her tender labia and she moaned. He pushed his tongue between those moist lips, deep into Carrie's vagina, and she screamed. Her voice mixed with the wind and vanished over the water. Her pelvis thrust up and her heels dug into his shoulder blades. Her hands clenched the edges of the bench seat on either side of her so hard she nearly could have torn them off.

Ethan's tongue churned in her slit, driving her out of her mind. Her body writhed and twisted madly, and she screamed and moaned, thrusting her pelvis up and down. She fought to hold off her orgasm as long as she could, savoring the delicious sensation of his wet tongue sliding around in her hole, but she knew it was no use. Ethan was going to make her cum, and she was going to enjoy it.

"Oh God ... oh God," she moaned. She grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled his head hard against her slit. His tongue went in an extra half inch deeper, just enough to send her over the edge. A sudden flash of lightning lit up the entire sky where she was looking up, leaving a blue streak inside her eyeballs. She climaxed and screamed, just as a terrible thunderclap shattered the quiet night. The sudden, loud crash startled her and she clung to Ethan like a frightened child to her parent, wrapping both of her arms around his head. Her fear caused her skin to break out in goose bumps, while her orgasm continued to flush through her body.

Ethan's head was squeezed between Carrie's thighs and his face was pressed against her belly, almost suffocating him. Her juices poured over his tongue, filling his mouth. As the rumbling slowly faded away, echoing in the distance, Carrie released her hold on his head and looked down at him, smiling.

"That was the best ever," she said, cradling his head and stroking his hair.

Ethan rose from between her legs, laid her back on the bench, and squeezed her tits.

"Now what?" Carrie said, grinning with nervous excitement.

"Now I think I'm going to lick your asshole," Ethan said. His hands went to her waist to flip her over.

"You're going to do what?" she said.

"You'll see." He rolled her over. Carrie giggled as her body trembled nervously. She was squirming anxiously, slowly grinding her hips side to side. Ethan placed his hands lightly on her ass, one on each cheek and spread her buttocks apart. Carrie sucked in her breath and lifted her head. The anticipation of what was about to happen to her was the best part of the experience.

Ethan kissed her soft ass, very near her asshole. Carrie sighed. Her body seemed to speak to him. He could almost hear it begging him to touch it and make love to it in as many ways as he could think. It would do anything for him as long as he gave it attention and all the pleasure it could handle. He knew how much pleasure her fantastic body had to give, but he had yet to find out how much pleasure she could take.

He kissed her other cheek. His lips left a ring of moisture in the tiny, soft hairs on her skin. Carrie was almost panting. He stuck out his tongue and tenderly touched it to her asshole and Carrie flinched.

"That feels so weird," she said. He did it again and she squirmed. He teased her with the tip of his tongue. "Oh Ethan ... oh Ethan," she moaned, pushing her ass back to make him lick harder. He squeezed her hips and licked all the way up the groove between her cheeks. Carrie squealed. Her legs kicked up and thrashed in the air.

He reached under and stuck a finger in her pussy. She was very warm and wet. He stroked his finger in and out and licked her asshole at the same time. He could imagine how this must have driven her out of her mind. He did it until he couldn't stand it any more himself.

Carrie was gasping when he suddenly stopped licking. She waited a moment. "What are you doing?" she said, wiggling her ass. She turned to try to see him. Ethan was unbuckling his belt. "Oh my God. Are you going to do it to me right here?"

"Yes," Ethan said as he shoved down his pants.

"You're crazy. We're going to get caught by a cop again."

"Maybe." He grabbed her hips and pulled them up to a better position. Her small, wet asshole looked delightful, and he was tempted to shove his cock into it, but it was not the right time to do that. There would be a better opportunity in the future.

Moaning and breathing hard, Carrie reached back for his cock with one hand. "Stick it in," she moaned in a weak, breathy voice. Her legs spread wider to allow him easier access to her vagina.

Ethan slipped his hand down into the groove of her ass and felt for her cunt. Her lips were warm and moist and quivered at his touch. His fingers spread them apart and she sighed. He slipped the head of his cock through her blonde pubic hair and rubbed the head of his cock along her wet slit. Her pink lips closed around the head.

"Damn it, Ethan," Carrie snapped, grinding her hips like a stripper. "Don't tease me like that. Put it in."

Ethan was shocked. He had completely misjudged her desire. A demand like that could not be more clear. He wedged the head between her lips, held her around her waist, and shoved with his hips. Carrie grunted and her back stiffened as his cock penetrated. Ethan watched the veined length disappear inside her.

"Oh ... oh ... oh," she moaned. She was very tight, but it sunk in slowly. He pushed it in as deep as it would go. She held the slats of the bench as he rocked her slowly back and forth. Ethan leaned over her. Her back was against his chest and her tits were in his hands. He could feel her heart beating in her chest. She tossed her head and sent her golden hair whirling around her face.

A few drops of cool water landed on them and they froze.

"Uh oh," Ethan muttered, looking up at the sky. Carrie gazed up at the clouds with disbelief. They both heard the rainfall moving in their direction.

"Not now," Carrie whispered. They both froze in their lovemaking position. Sheets of rain suddenly doused them like a waterfall.

"Let's go," Ethan shouted. He yanked his penis out of her and pulled Carrie by the hand. She hopped behind him, desperately trying to get her panties back up her legs. She knew there was no chance they were going to get home and still be dry, but she thought it might have waited a few more minutes until Ethan finished. He was doing something wonderful to her.

* * * *

They were drenched through their clothes by the time they reached the front door. Standing in the foyer with the door finally closed behind them, soaked and dripping wet, they broke out laughing at their predicament.

"I'll get some towels for us," Carrie said, and combed her wet, slick hair back on her head with her hands. As she started up the stairs, Ethan began to unbutton his shirt. She stopped at the top of the stairs and rested her elbows on the bannister to watch. Ethan looked up at her. She was smiling at him.

"I just want to watch you take you clothes off," she said.

"Oh. Okay," Ethan said, smiling back. He unzipped his pants, pushed them down and bent over just for her.

"Oh, that's nice," Carrie said. She loved to look at his ass when he bent over. He stood up and turned to face her, completely naked. Her eyes lit up when she saw his huge penis hanging before him. "You're so sweet." She turned away to look for a pair of towels.

Ethan was standing with his hands on his hips when she came back down. His dick was long and hard. She could hardly keep her eyes off the beautiful thing. Grinning, she handed him a towel.

"You're really turned on," she said, touching the organ. "You wouldn't believe how turned on I am."

"I believe it," he said, and started to wipe himself dry while he watched Carrie undress. She appeared so delicate and elegant as she removed her wet clothes, revealing her exotically beautiful figure bit by bit. She removed her top and her skirt and stood before him in just her bra and panties. Since they were wet, they became practically see-through. Her nipples and the light hair on her pussy seemed to tease him through the thin, wet fabric. His prick throbbed anxiously.

She removed the bra. Her nipples were erect and highly aroused. Her wet skin glistened. She whipped off her panties and stood up quickly, making her full, plump tits jiggle. Ethan's cock throbbed again. She tossed the towel over her head and vigorously rubbed her long, bright, golden hair. Her big boobs jiggled with her movements. Ethan's eyes rolled back in his head. It was almost more than he could stand.

"Turn around. I'll dry your back," Ethan said. Carrie turned around, leaned on the buffet and raised herself up on her tiptoes, turning her ass up. Her legs were spread-eagled, as if she was being frisked by a cop. Her pussy, as bright as her golden hair, peeked from between her creamy thighs in the diamond-shaped area where her round buttocks and her thighs came together. Her wet pussy lips glistened. He could see them pressing against each other.

He threw the towel over her shapely back and rubbed gently. He rubbed down to her waist and down each leg, just like he was frisking her. He stood up and rubbed down her shoulders. The head of his cock brushed her ass and lodged in the crack between her cheeks. He toweled off her whole back, working around to her boobs. Carrie moaned and squirmed, pressing herself back against his tool.

"Let's go upstairs," Carrie whispered.

Ethan groaned in disappointment. He stepped back, holding the damp towel defeatedly in his limp arms. It was not a matter of competition, for he was not trying to prove his superiority over her, nor was it a question of satisfaction. Her presence alone satisfied him. It was a matter of the enjoyment of the purest pleasure he could imagine. Besides, he was aching down there and if he didn't get some relief soon he was going to die, he was sure.

Carrie's long hair hung down her back like a drawn curtain, leaving her delicate ears exposed. The water turned her hair a lovely amber color. It also took out the gentle waves and made it straight and uniform.

Carrie lifted her foot out of her panties and bent over to pick them up. Ethan's eyes widened. He was seized with a suddenly irresistible desire to do something mischievous to her, a feeling he'd never had with a girl.

Holding opposite corners of the wet towel, he twisted it into a rope, drew it back, and snapped her ass.

Carrie yelped and jumped almost to the ceiling. Her skin broke out in goose bumps all over and flushed a deep red. She spun around, staring at him viciously. Ethan immediately knew he was in big trouble.

"What the hell did you do that for?" she snapped.

Ethan started to shrug. He had no answer. It just came over him. What was he supposed to say?

Carrie reached for his penis. He flinched because her hand was cold. "Don't ever do that again," she hissed. She dropped to her knees, opened her mouth, and inserted the head of his penis.

"Never again," Ethan gasped.

She rolled the head on her tongue for a few moments, squeezing her lips tightly around the soft skin just beneath the flare of the crown, then jammed it to the back of her mouth. She squeezed the shaft firmly and ignored her own gagging to try to force it past the constricted opening of her throat.

Ethan could read the effort and discomfort on her face: the furrowed brow, the scrunched up eyebrows, the eyes squeezed shut, and the wrinkled nose. He couldn't understand what she was trying to do. Had he awakened something in her, or was she trying to get back at him because he had made her angry?

The head popped past the tight opening of her esophagus and she quickly swallowed the rest of his entire penis, moving her head back and forth furiously like she was trying to pump the cum right out of his testicles. Her warm, heavy breath blew through the hairs on his groin. He put his hands on her shoulders to slow her down before she pulled him over. She was sliding half his cock out and shoving it all the way back down her throat.

This was not the Carrie he knew. This was some new woman. He had tried for years to turn Pam into this kind of wild woman. He never expected he would see the qualities he desired so much emerge from the woman he loved so much. And now that she had them, he wasn't sure if he liked them.

He could feel a tremendous climax building inside him in a hurry and there was no way he could stop it. Not that he wanted to. He felt his knees buckling under him and leaned on her shoulders to support himself.

"Oh man," he grunted. His mind exploded in a frenzy and his penis burst with cum like a water balloon. It coated the inside of her throat in thick spurts. Carrie's throat felt tight around his cock as it throbbed, as if it had become permanently wedged inside her, preventing her from sliding it in and out.

The last drops of sperm dribbled into her throat. Ethan sighed. Carrie's puffy lips looked stretched around his erection and she looked like she was sleeping.

Her eyes opened slowly and she looked up at him. She pulled her head back slowly, drawing his cock out of her mouth. It fell from her lips and slapped against his thigh. Leftover drops of his cum fell from her lips to her tits as she rose to her feet. Her gaze never wavered from his.

"Now you can fuck me," she said in a low, angry tone. She turned away from him and leaned forward, folding her arms on the buffet. Her spread legs were straight up and down and her torso was bent over at a right angle. Her back was arched in like a sagging bridge and her head hung down almost to her crossed arms.

Ethan was dumbfounded. He stood staring at her gorgeous ass without actually knowing what to do. Looking at her this way gave him an uneasy sense of deja-vu. Only hours before he had been in this same position with Carrie's mother. The painful irony made him cringe. He had been angry with her then, and he had just acted on a twinge of anger against Carrie. Something was not going right in this relationship and he began to believe Carrie's mother was doing this on purpose.

"Do it," Carrie snapped, arching her back in.

"Oh boy," Ethan said quietly. He moved toward her with his penis in his hands.



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 07



Carrie's eyes blinked open. The bright sun lit the whole room. I took her a moment to realize she was lying in her parent's bed. She rolled on her side and looked at Ethan as he slept, remembering fondly what had taken place in this bed long into the night. The belts and torn nylons and the towel he used as a blindfold and the jar of Vaseline were still scattered around the room, on the bed and on the floor.

She glanced at her father's clock radio. It read 12:30. That would explain why the room was so bright.

Ethan looked so innocent when he slept. It was difficult to believe all the lewd, sexy ideas that ran through his head. Carrie felt the ache between her legs and grinned. Maybe it wasn't so difficult after all.

His chest moved with his slow, regular breathing. The air from his breath swirled the hairs on his hard pectorals. Even as he slept, Carrie remarked, his muscles were rigid, like hard wood under his skin. She wanted to touch him. She loved to touch him. She loved to feel his muscles bulge and rippled under her fingertips.

She closed her eyes, remembering how he took his clothes off piece by piece the night before. She licked her lips at the thought of his body touching her's. She touched his shoulder. His muscles were like cords beneath his skin. He stirred and opened his eyes, blinked a few times, rubbed them sleepily, and looked at Carrie.

"Hi," she smiled.

"Hi," Ethan mumbled. He looked around like he was trying to remember where he was and how he managed to get there. "What happened?"

"Don't you remember?"

Ethan thought for a moment, staring into space. "Oh yeah," he said. He lifted the sheet and looked under it. "I thought that was going to fall off. I don't think it's ever done so much work before." He looked back at Carrie. "How about you? Are you okay?"

Carrie rubbed her right wrist. "I'm still sore in some places, but nothing a hot shower wouldn't fix." She leaned close to him and licked his ear.

"A shower? A shower sounds great." He licked his lips. His whole mouth was dry and tasted horrible. He hoped she didn't try to kiss him. She might lose her appetite for breakfast.

"Good," she whispered in his ear. "If you wash my back, I'll wash yours."

His eyebrows went up. "Deal."

She rolled out of her side of the bed, pulling the sheet with her and draping it about her lithe body like a summer gown. Ethan watched her scamper out of the room. She looked so happy. He couldn't believe he was betraying her like a second rate crook. Shaking his head in disgust with himself, he lifted himself out of the bed.

Carrie reached in past the shower curtain and twisted the hot water knob. She turned around as Ethan came into the bathroom. Carrie grabbed him and pulled him close to her for a deep kiss. She tilted her head to the left, put her right arm over his shoulder, her left arm around his waist, and hooked her right leg around his left leg. He put his hands on her waist. Her tongue touched his lips and his penis pressed against her crotch.

Her lips were so tender and soft, like the petals of a rose. When he kissed her he sometimes felt like he had to be extra careful not to damage them. They parted, allowing his tongue to pass between them and find her tongue waiting. Her right hand stroked up the back of his neck into his hair. Her left hand reached around and squeezed his butt.

Clouds of steam billowed out from the shower, swirling around their clinging bodies like a romantic fog. They were covered with sweat and drops of moisture. Ethan squeezed her body close to his, rubbing the thick shaft of his organ along her wet groove.


"Mm hm," Carrie moaned. Her hand slipped down between their sticky bodies for his hard penis. She held it against her slit and moved her hips back and forth over it.

"I can't believe everything you did last night didn't wear you out."

"Would you believe I can't either?"

"No," she giggled.

She astounded him again. This woman was sexy and erotic, so unlike the demure young girl he thought she was. There was something special about this sex-mad wild woman he really liked. She responded so enthusiastically to being tied up last night, not like most girls who panicked when he even suggested the idea. The only thing he hadn't done was break in her back door. He decided that if she got into the shower with him he was going to fuck her ass. It was the best time to introduce her to the experience. A soapy shower would make the first penetration so much easier.

He reached back and took her hand off his ass. "We're going to run out of hot water," he said.

"Oh. Right," she giggled, and released his pole. The top side of it was covered with her juices.

Ethan adjusted the water and stepped into the shower. Carrie put her hand in Ethan's and stepped daintily into the tub. She was overwhelmed with excitement and anticipation. It was as if they were entering a secret hideaway they shared. They were going to have sex here.

Ethan held both of her hands and kissed her. They stepped carefully on the slick tub surface. Ethan turned her like a dancer so that she was under the shower spray. Carrie tilted her head back and wet her hair down.

*   *   *   *

Debbie parked in front of the house. Ethan's car was there. He must have stayed the night, she thought. Carrie had changed a lot since Ethan took her cherry. If she wasn't careful, Carrie might outdo her as the school slut, Debbie laughed. At least Carrie had been to bed with the one guy she always wanted, and that made her envious.

She tried the doorbell and waited. No one answered. The door was open, so she went in.

"Carrie?" she said, and listened for a response. The only thing she heard was the shower from upstairs. Maybe she would just wait in Carrie's bedroom.

At the top of the stairs she stopped. The bathroom door was open a crack. Steam trickled out and licked the ceiling. She could hear voices from inside. She went closer, craning to get her ear closer without accidently pushing the door open. She clearly heard Carrie moan Ethan's voice and her mouth fell open.

"Be gentle, Ethan," Carrie said.

"I will," Ethan replied.

Debbie put her hand over her mouth and quietly moved away from the bathroom door. 

*   *   *   *

Ethan rubbed his hands up and down her back, holding her lightly, but close to him. She rested her cheek on his shoulder while the water splashed over them. Her hands held his ass.

He picked up the bar of soap from its tray and began to lather her back. Carrie lifted her head, tilted it to one side and kissed him. Ethan moved the bar of soap down into the crack of her ass then around to her front, between her breasts. She pushed her chest out, holding her tits in both hands and rubbing the soapy lather over them.

She took the bar of soap from him and lathered it on his body. It glided over the hair on his chest, down over his hard stomach to his groin. Ethan stared deep into Carrie's eyes. Her hands closed around his stiff shaft and moved the soap slowly back and forth along its length.

"Oh God," Ethan moaned. He felt his knees buckling. He put one hand on the tiled wall to hold himself up. She slid the soap up under his balls and lathered everything up to his asshole. He flinched when he felt her slippery finger push into his asshole. Instinctively, he squeezed on her finger. This was a strange sensation.

She pushed the finger deeper. His mouth fell open. She pushed another finger in. His legs spread apart.

"What the hell are you doing?" he said.

She pulled her fingers out. "I just wanted to see if you could take it before you did it to me."

He was confused. "What makes you think I'm going to do that to you?"

Carrie grinned. "Don't you want to?" Ethan's eyebrows went up in surprise. She hooked her left leg over his hip, touched the end of his soapy cock to her pussy and lowered herself on it with a grunt. "Besides, isn't the shower the perfect place to do something like that?"

She stood on her tiptoes on her right foot, held him around the waist with her right arm, around his neck with her left arm, and awkwardly tried to move her pelvis back and forth. Ethan held her hips and moved his pelvis with hers. It wasn't easy, but it worked. The soap turned out to be a better lubricant than any oil or jelly he'd ever used. It occurred to him that getting soap inside Carrie like this might not be too good for her. But then, it was just soap. What harm could it do?

He felt his orgasm building. Would the soap kill his sperm? He grunted as he climaxed and his cum gushed into her. Probably not, he thought. He had tough sperm.

Carrie hung from him, clinging as if for her life, and moved her pelvis very slowly He could just hear her panting breath above the noise of the shower. She was deliciously warm and wet all over. He wondered how well the soap would help lubricate her back hole. If she was expecting him to do it t her that way, then it was time to find out what the soap would do.

"Let's switch," he said. In order for this thing to work, he had to be behind her and she had to be facing the end of the shower. She wouldn't like having her head under the spray for the whole time he wanted to take for this.

Carefully, they maneuvered on the slick tub surface. Carrie was standing in front of Ethan facing the back wall. He had his hands on her waist. The shaft of his cock rubbed against the jiggly cheeks of her ass.

"Bend over," he said into her ear as he pressed her lower back with his flat hand. "Grab the bar."

Carrie bent forward at the waist and reached for the washcloth rack. Ethan noticed she was holding it firmly and was a little afraid she might pull the porcelain fixtures off the wall once they got going.

"Spread your legs wider," Ethan said.

Looking back over her shoulder at him with her tender doe-eyes, she planted her feet farther apart, locking her knees and arching her back so her ass pointed up slightly. Ethan felt her trembling nervously as he held her by her hips. He had to admit, he was feeling a little excited about this, too.

He found the bar of soap on the floor by his foot and picked it up. As he started to lather it up in his hands, he saw Carrie moving her ass side to side in anxious anticipation. Her eyes watched his hands with the soap, knowing that what he was about to do to her was going to feel good, even if it hurts at first.

Ethan placed his soapy hands on her ass. He slid the bar of soap down into the crack of her ass and rubbed it along the groove of her pussy and her asshole. Carrie moaned. Her pelvis ground in a tight circle. She obviously liked how that felt. Ethan rubbed the soap harder.

He touched the small ring of her asshole with the tip of his finger. It looked so tiny and tender. He had no idea how he was going to get his monstrous cock into it without tearing it apart. He remembered how his sister's asshole always looked exactly the same, and she was able to enjoy being fucked this way every time, so maybe Carrie would get the same enjoyment. At least, he hoped.

He pressed his finger against the hole and slipped it inside her. Carrie flinched and squealed. Her sphincter squeezed tightly around his finger. He tried to work it back and forth and around in a circle very slowly to try to loosen her up. She was going to be a tight fit.

The soap made his finger very slippery. It had to work that well with his cock, otherwise he would cause her so much pain she would never enjoy it, and that would mean she would never let him go near her ass again. He only had this one chance to get it right while she was willing. If he screwed it up he would regret it forever.

"Are you ready?" Ethan said, rubbing her hip.

"Mm hm," Carrie nodded. She licked her lips. She could see Ethan holding her ass with his right hand and his long, thick cock with his left, lining it up with the tiny target between her ass cheeks. It was white with soapy lather, as if it had been covered with whipped cream. She laughed silently and looked away, hoping she knew what she was getting herself into. If it hurt too much she was never doing it again.

Holding his organ like a hose, he rubbed the hard, swollen head along the groove between her legs and over her tiny opening. Carrie's hips moved encouragingly when he did, so he did it again. So far she liked it.

He pressed it in to test the resistance of her channel, mainly because he didn't think she was really ready for it, and to his shock, he watched the head slip past the sphincter like it was being sucked in by her body. The soap made it too easy.

Carrie groaned out loud and pulled on the washcloth rack. Her back and legs stiffened and she was up on her toes like she was going to jump out of the shower. He was sure he had gone too far too fast and carefully tried to back it out.

"Don't ... don't," Carrie cried, with her teeth clenched together. She turned, still holding the rack with her right hand, and reached for his slippery cock with her left. "Don't take it out. I want to finish."

She could feel his cock slipping away through her grip. She was torn by the feeling of the pain and the ecstasy it gave her. It hurt so much she wished he would take it away, but it felt so good at the same time she wished he would push it deeper and leave it inside her forever.

Ethan could hear in her quivery voice the effort she needed to fight back a cry of pain. He wasn't sure whether continuing right now was the right thing to do, but he could see in her eyes the conviction he knew better than to ignore. He hesitated.

"Ethan," Carrie said in an insistent tone, as she tried to squeeze his penis in a slippery grip.

He knew he should stop and end this. That would be the best thing for her. But he didn't want to disappoint her. She was, after all, expecting this.

The head of his organ was still inside her. He put a hand on each of her hips, holding her firmly. She was moving her hand back and forth on his shaft. He could see how hard she was breathing by how much her chest moved.

He pushed forward very gently. Carrie clenched her teeth together and grimaced painfully, but heard only a faint squeal. She turned away and grabbed the washcloth rack. She closed her eyes and let out a long, slow, hissing breath from behind her clenched teeth as Ethan slowly pushed his cock into her. Her knees trembled weakly.

"Oh god ... It feels so good ... It feels so good," she repeated silently, forcing herself to ignore the intense pain of her rectum being stretched out of proportion.

Ethan slowly pumped his hips back and forth, working himself a little deeper with each push. He wasn't sure how deep he could go or how much she could take. He assumed she could probably take about as much as Pam, but he didn't want to test her limits her first time.

Carrie was very still at the start. As he pushed deeper, she started to writhe in his hands. He pulled her back a little as he pushed himself forward, until he felt her trying to move her ass back on his shaft on her own.

He sighed with relief. He was almost holding his breath for fear that he was hurting her, but she was responding to him. He was certain that meant she liked it.

He slid his soapy hands up her sides and found her breasts swollen and tender. He squeezed her soft, resilient flesh and she sighed.

"Oh Ethan ... Oh Ethan," she moaned deliriously. Her head hung down between her outstretched arms. Her back arched up and down sporadically. Her ass moved back again and again, seeming to draw his penis endlessly inward. He was sure he was as deep as she could stand, but the soap only allowed him to slide deeper.

He leaned forward over her, touching the soft part of his belly to her ass. His chin touched her shoulder blade and she flinched instinctively, even giggling like a ticklish girl. Ethan smiled. This was fun.

Pam once mentioned some strange thing about when horses copulate. They do it in a position like this and the male does something to the female to stir her passion. Ethan decided to try it. He licked the back of Carrie's neck. She flinched and giggled again. He sucked a fleshy part of her neck and nibbled it gently. Carrie's head shot up.

"Oh my god," she cried. "Where the hell did you learn that?"

"Horses," Ethan said.

"Horses?" Carrie thought for a second and lowered her head, exposing her neck. "Do it again, you stud horse."

Pleased with himself, Ethan bent forward and gently nibbled the back of her neck while he imagined he was the prize of the stud farm and his job was to fertilize the beautiful young filly. Carrie was in heat and he was hung like a horse. It was close enough, except that he wasn't going to get any girl pregnant with his dick up her asshole.

He moved his right hand down between her legs and fingered Carrie's pussy. He was fucking her pretty hard by then. Through the thin membrane that separated her channels he could feel the shaft of his cock sliding back and forth. Carrie needed both hands to hold onto the washcloth rack. She was squealing and moaning rhythmically and thrusting her back up and down like a cat.

Carrie knew he was making her cum. There was no way she was going to stop him then. He was pumping so hard. Most of the pain was gone and all she felt was the intensity of a great orgasm building and building. All the sounds and lights disappeared. She felt nothing, not the hot water on her back, not the washcloths she squeezed and hung onto, and not the thick cock that plunged in and out of her tender asshole. Her orgasm peaked and everything started to go black.

Ethan climaxed. His cock throbbed and started pumping fresh cum into Carrie, just as she suddenly went limp. Her hands let go of the washcloth rack and she was falling forward. Ethan still had his arms around her hand had to grab her before she hit her head on the wall.

"Carrie? Carrie?" he cried, suddenly very frightened. She wasn't moving. He pulled her upright and raised her head. He sighed with relief that she was all right. He thought he had killed her.

Carrie shook her head to clear it out. "What happened?" she muttered. Her eyes gradually began to work again. She heard the noise of the shower and someone calling her name. It was like a dream. Finally, she felt the sensation of something warm and soothing spreading through her body and something stiff poking in her back side.

It was Ethan speaking to her, Carrie realized, finally remembering where she was. That soothing warmth she felt was his hot cum flooding up her asshole, and that stiff thing was the entire length of Ethan's penis sliding out of her tight hole.

He did it, she thought. He had just given her the best orgasm of her life. She smiled and let out a big sigh.

"Are you okay?" Ethan said, holding her up with both arms around her waist.

"I'm fine," Carrie answered. She had a big, dumb grin on her face. "I feel great."

"I'll bet you do," he said, washing the cum from her ass.

She turned around and kissed him. "That was incredible." She kissed him again. "Now go get dressed. I'll be out in a second."

Ethan came out of the bathroom wearing a towel around his waist and a big, dopey grin. Carrie had said he was incredible. He couldn't feel better.

Sometime last night he came down and put his wet clothes in the dryer, so he went to the basement to get them. He came down the stairs, turned to go through the living room, and stopped. His mouth fell open. Carrie's friend Debbie was sitting on the sofa, smiling at him.

"Hi Ethan," she said.

Ethan blushed. "Hi," he said, holding the towel tightly. "I just have to get my clothes."

"I think you should," Debbie nodded.

Ethan quickly made his way to the basement, desperately trying not to embarrass himself further. He hated to think of how he would have felt if he had walked down the stairs naked. She is a beautiful girl. He wouldn't ordinarily mind if she saw him naked, but under these circumstances, it wouldn't be appropriate.




Ethan and Carrie Ch. 07



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The door to Carrie's room was open. Debbie looked in. Carrie was there, naked, drying her hair with the towel over her head. Her breasts jiggled with the action. Debbie knocked on the door frame.

Carrie pulled the towel off her head and looked to the door. She saw her friend and smiled.

"Hi Debbie. When did you get here?"

"About ten minutes ago. I just saw Ethan. He was really embarrassed."

Carrie wrapped the towel around her hair to dry the ends. "We were in the shower."

"I know. I heard most of it."

Carrie's eyes widened. "You did? What did you hear?"

"Everything." Debbie sat on Carrie's bed. "What was he doing to you?"

"You have to ask?" Carrie said, and tossed the towel on the floor. She got up to find some clean clothes.

"No silly. I mean, how were you guys doing it?"

Carrie opened the dresser drawer. "You want to know all the details?"

"Yes. All of them."

Carrie paused for a second. "He put it in my ass." She pulled on a pair of black, french-cut panties.

"For real?" Carrie nodded. "That is so kinky."

"I know. Isn't it?" She slipped into a matching black, french-cut brassiere.

"So what was it like?"

Carrie thought back on the brief experience for a moment. "It hurt like hell at first, then it felt great." She picked out a pair of jeans and put them on.

"I'll bet it hurt. Are you still sore?"

Carrie stuck her hand down the back of her jeans and rubbed her ass. "A little bit." They laughed together. "Was Ethan naked?"

"No. He had a towel on. Why?"

"Remember how you told me Tommy had a big dick and it was so hard to blow him?"

"Yeah?"

"You should see the size of Ethan's." She held her hands about a foot apart. "It must be about like this big."

Debbie's mouth fell open. "No way."

"Yes way. It's huge." She put her Dad's old, blue plaid flannel shirt on and adjusted her tits to fit in the bra.

"Tommy's dick is pretty big," Debbie said skeptically.

"Oh my god, it's nowhere near as big as Ethan's."

"I don't believe it," Debbie said. "I want to see it."

"Okay. Today?" Carrie asked, holding out her pinky in a hook shape.

"Yes," Debbie said, hooking her pinky in Carrie's like a secret handshake.

"Cool."



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 08



Carrie and Debbie decided they wanted to go to the mall. Ethan had no choice but to agree with them. The girls climbed into his car giggling like they had a secret they weren't going to share with him. He let it go, figuring that if they did have a secret they would most likely share it with him eventually and if they decided not to it wouldn't make any difference to him. He could tell, however, it was going to be a long day at the mall.

He plopped down on the bench. He was exhausted. His legs hurt. The girls must have gone into every single store and tried on every single piece of clothing. He knew this was a mistake before it started.

The lady on the bench beside him was trying to round up two screaming kids. She looked as exhausted as him. He looked into the jewelry store in front of him. Debbie and Carrie were trying on earrings. Were they ever going to be done? He was tired and hungry and he wanted to go home.

They both turned back and looked at him and waved. Ethan waved back. They giggled and turned back to the display case. He groaned. Making love that morning in the shower with Carrie seemed like a hundred years ago.

He looked up. Carrie and Debbie were right in front of him.

"We want to go to a movie," Carrie said.

"Yeah," Debbie said. "We want to see the new Brad Pitt movie."

"But I'm hungry," Ethan pleaded.

Carrie grabbed his arm and dragged him to his feet. "You can eat later. Take us to a movie first."

Ethan groaned but went along with them. He had no choice in this matter, either.

**

Debbie desperately wanted some popcorn before they went into the theater, so Ethan stood in line to get it for her while they went to the ladies room, giggling like a couple of little girls who had just played a prank on the dorkiest kid in school. Ethan shuffled uncomfortably in line, hoping he wasn't really a big dork. Then he remembered that these two gorgeous young women were there with him because he wasn't the biggest dork in school.

Carrie and Debbie managed to maintain there composure in the ladies room until the last woman left, then they started laughing uncontrollably.

"Do you think he knows?" Debbie said, after bringing her laughter down to a giggle.

Carrie had her hand over her mouth to try to keep herself quiet. Not wanting to risk removing her hand for fear that she would start screaming, she just shook her head and clamped her hand tighter over her mouth. Debbie had to cover her mouth as well to keep herself from screaming out loud. Finally, Carrie managed to control her laughter.

"I think he knows something's up but he doesn't know what."

"This is so cool," Debbie said. They perfunctorily checked their appearances in the mirror, brushing their fingers through their hair to make it fall right. She leaned close to Carrie and spoke in a low voice in case someone was listening. "I'm wet just thinking about this," she said.

"Me too," Carrie giggled. She rubbed her thighs together. Her excitement was buzzing inside her.

"Tell me what we're going to do again," Debbie said.

"When we sit down you sit on his right and I'll sit on his left," Carrie explained. "Then, whenever you feel like it, just put your hand on it."

"What happens then?"

"Something good, I hope," Carrie said, and they started giggling again.

They emerged from the restroom and saw Ethan standing by the doors to the theater, waiting to go in. He was holding a jumbo bucket of popcorn. They rushed over to him, beaming with excitement they could barely contain. Ethan started down the aisle toward a seat with a good view. Carrie quickly grabbed his arm and yanked him to the back row against the wall, where no one would be able to see them. Part of the bucket of popcorn spilled and scattered down the aisle. Carrie dragged him to about the middle of the row and Debbie followed them. Ethan sat in between them, holding the popcorn in his lap.

"Why do you want to sit back here?" Ethan said, picking spilled popcorn kernels out of his clothes.

"I might want to make out," Carrie said.

"What about Debbie?"

Carrie looked across at Debbie. "She'll have to wait." They sat back, giggling. It was only another few moments before the lights went down and the show started. The small theater was practically empty and Ethan figured that was probably the reason they had chosen this dull movie. It wasn't one he particularly wanted to see but if it gave Carrie a chance to sit in a dark room with him and make out then he didn't mind. The only thing that concerned him was Debbie. He felt it would be pretty rude if they started making out and ignored her. But then, he thought, maybe there was something more to what Carrie had in mind.

The movie had an exciting beginning but quickly started to go downhill. It wasn't long before the story became boring and predictable. That was about when the popcorn ran out and Ethan set the empty bucket on the seat in the row ahead of them. He settled back in his seat and stretched his legs out to try to endure the rest of the movie without falling asleep. His knees were pressed to the back of the seat in front, which made for a very uncomfortable position. Carrie was clinging to Ethan's arm and resting her head on his shoulder. He thought she was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly he felt a hand touch his right knee. He looked down. Debbie's hand was resting on his knee. She was staring straight ahead at the screen. Carrie had to be asleep. She could surely see Debbie's hand. It began to move up his thigh. He tried to back away from her but there was nowhere to go. His dick had been erect for a long time already and she was going to touch it if she moved her hand down only another inch or so. He had no way to stop her. Her hand moved right over the lump in the leg of his pants. He could clearly hear her gasp.

"Oh my god," he heard her whisper. She rubbed more vigorously. It felt like he had grown a telephone pole in his pants. Her fingers felt along its entire length like she was trying to make sure that what she was feeling was real. She whispered something to herself he could not hear and she rubbed it hard up and down the whole shaft. It strained against the tight fabric.

Ethan leaned over to her and whispered, "If you keep that up I'm going to cream my pants."

Debbie giggled and leaned over to his ear. "If you take it out you can cream in my mouth," she whispered. "I want to put my lips all over it right now." Then she licked his ear.

Carrie reached out in the dark and clutched his left thigh, making him flinch with surprise.

"What's going on?" Ethan said to her in a low voice. It began to dawn on him that the trap they had set for him had been sprung. Her hand quickly moved down his leg to his crotch and she squeezed.

"Why don't we take it out?" she said. "I'm sure Debbie wouldn't mind."

Ethan looked at Debbie. He could see the grin on her face in the light reflected from the screen. This was definitely going to be more interesting than the movie. He quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pushed them down. Immediately, two pair of hands wrapped around his erection. He sat back, clutching the arms of the seat while their hands pumped up and down on his cock. The girls were giggling with excitement.

Carrie was the first to bend over and start sucking it. Ethan groaned deeply. He didn't care whether anyone else in the theater heard him or not. Nothing was better in the world than having Carrie's mouth around his cock. She moved her head slowly up and down, working the head over her wet tongue.

"Let me give it a try," Debbie demanded, virtually pulling it out of Carrie's mouth. Carrie opened her mouth and let it out and Debbie immediately popped it into her mouth.

"Jesus," Ethan exclaimed quietly. Debbie bobbed her head exuberantly like she wanted all of it at once. One of her hands was around his shaft, pumping up and down, and her other hand was holding his balls, rolling them like a pair of oversized marbles. She took it out of her mouth and licked the head and shaft. He could feel her breath on his wet skin. Then she closed her mouth over the end again and sucked even harder. Ethan never knew she was the type to get into giving head. He hoped she enjoyed getting it as much as giving it.

Reluctantly she passed it back to Carrie when Carrie asked for it. Carrie held it in her open hands like a precious object and kissed the shaft and head daintily, occasionally giving it a lick. The girls were giggling with each other and playing with it like it was a toy they had found and he wasn't even there. Carrie put it in her mouth again and sucked lightly. It looked like she was trying to eat a huge sausage.

Ethan put his hand on her shoulder to get her attention. Carrie let his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him with a very sly grin and seductively licked the saliva from her lips. "Let's split," he said.

"Okay," Carrie agreed. She grabbed her purse while Ethan attempted to replace his penis back into his pants. When he had managed it, with great difficulty, they made their way down the aisle in the darkness and out of the theater.

Out in the lobby the girls walked just ahead of him. An erection stuffed into his pants made it very difficult to walk. It was also painfully obvious to anyone walking toward him. He would be thrilled to see if anyone noticed it, but embarrassed at the same time.

The girls were whispering to each other about something but he didn't care what it was. They were young, both seventeen and beautiful, but full grown women. Carrie was tall and blonde, a virtual goddess. Debbie was shorter, dark haired and extremely cute. Their smiles lit up their faces and their pouty red lips made grown men quiver. Ethan watched their soft hips and their shapely asses sway just ahead of him. They wore snug slacks themselves, tight enough for him to study the outlines of their panties and the way they rode up between the cheeks of their asses. He imagined them naked, bending over in front of him, waiting for him to put his cock into them and his erection throbbed a little stiffer. He was anxious to screw them both at the same time.


Outside in the cool air and darkness they walked along the side of the building toward the car. Carrie and Debbie stopped Ethan to inspect the front of his pants and the outline of his cock.

Debbie gasped, touching it lightly. "It's so huge," she said with obvious amazement. She looked up at Ethan's face. He was smiling happily and watching her eyes. She put her hand on her hip. "How'd you get such a big dick?"

He grabbed her small hand and squeezed it up in his crotch where the thickest part of his cock and his heavy balls bulged out the front of his pants.

"I fuck lots of girls," He said. "It keeps me healthy." She laughed and fluttered her beautiful eyes. "You still want to suck it?" he continued.

She rubbed it firmly and chewed her lower lip. "Yes."

"Then let's go."

At the car Carrie got next to him and kissed him. Ethan held Carrie's hands while he kissed her, leaning back against the side of the car. With his lips on her lips and her tongue in his mouth he unzipped his pants and put her hand down in the hole. Her hand was cold and his skin was hot. She moved her hand back and forth on his cock. She pulled it out and let Debbie see his long, fleshy object standing out between their bodies like a snake.

"You shouldn't be doing this out here where someone might see you," Debbie said. "What if somebody walks by?" She looked around to see if anyone was watching them. She loved the sight of his big cock right out in the open air in front of her but she would have preferred that they got in the car to do that so they could go somewhere private. Instead, she watched silently as Carrie slowly dropped to her knees and put his cock in her mouth.

"Oh my god," she said.

Carrie couldn't help but smile at her friend, which was difficult with his thick cock in her mouth. Ethan laughed because she looked so funny and sexy at the same time. Her lips were bright red, her eyes were deep blue, her teeth were perfectly white and they were closed around his cock. Carrie shut her eyes and closed her lips around his shaft and bobbed her head quickly.

The only sound around them was the slurping of Carrie's sucking mouth. Debbie and Ethan watched her silently slide her mouth back and forth. She opened her eyes and looked up at the two of them. She began to laugh so hard she had to take his cock out of her mouth.

"Come on, Debbie," Carrie said, holding the cock out for her, stroking it slowly. "I know you want to suck it."

The position they were in was almost hilarious to Debbie. The three of them were between two cars in the middle of a parking lot in the middle of the night. Ethan was leaning back against his car with the front of his pants open and Carrie was squatting before him holding his erect cock, which was only moments before in her mouth. Her drool and saliva covered her chin and his cock and the two of them looked up at her as if nothing was unusual.

"Oh, shit, look out," Debbie whispered, looking past them. Ethan and Carrie turned to look in the same direction and saw the crowd of people coming out of the theater.

"Oh, fuck," Ethan whispered and tried to stuff his hard cock back in his pants. "Get in the car," he shouted, quickly jumping into the driver's seat. The girls climbed in, laughing loud and hard. Swearing enough to tear the walls down he started the car and backed it out, trying not to let any of the crowd of people see into the car because they would see him with his pants open and his hard on that wouldn't go soft and Debbie with her hands around it and suddenly her lips around it and her head rising and falling in his lap. He was a little worried he would get pulled over and would have to explain to the cop what he was doing in the front seat with a pair of seventeen year old girls, one of whom had her mouth tightly around his cock.

"Go to my house," Carrie told him from the back seat, trying to get a good look at how Debbie was sucking his cock.

Ethan had to reach around Debbie to get to the shifter and could only steer with one hand, but somehow he managed. Painfully aware of police, he kept the speed down when he reached the street. It was only then that he relaxed and seemed to realize that his cock was in Debbie's mouth. He looked down at her. Her dark hair covered his lap and her head moved up and down. Behind him, Carrie stuck her tongue in his ear.

"I'm going to cum hard," Ethan groaned.

Debbie moved her head faster and faster, imagining that her mouth was just like a tight, wet cunt sliding on his rigid cock, her lips squeezing him rhythmically until all his muscles tensed up, just like guys usually did when they were fucking her. She felt his cock start throbbing in her mouth and hands and realized he was coming. It was flooding into her faster than she could have imagined. It quickly overfilled her mouth and burst past her lips and spilled all over his shaft and her hands and chin and cheeks. It was sweet like candy but had a bitter, dry taste like alcohol. She licked it up as fast as she could. Finally it slowed and stopped, but not before it had practically drenched her.

She sat up in the passenger's seat, holding up her hands like she was afraid to touch anything with them. Ethan's cum dripped from her fingers and her chin. Ethan and Carrie were both looking at her, waiting for her to speak. She smiled, revealing perfect white teeth covered with cum.

"I never let a guy cum in my mouth before," Debbie said. Neither Ethan nor Carrie knew what to say until Debbie started laughing. Then they laughed along with her. 



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 09



Jimi Hendrix's guitar wailed from the speakers at both ends of the living room. Ethan got off the phone and went down the hall and found the girls in Carrie's bedroom wearing only their bras and panties. He paused momentarily in the doorway to appreciate the sight before him. Carrie and Debbie were two of the nicest, most beautiful young women he had ever known and here they were in front of him stripped down to their underwear.

"I ordered a large pizza," he said. "It should be here in about half an hour."

"Good. That should give us plenty of time to get started," Carrie said and pulled her bra off.

Ethan quickly stripped out of his clothes. His cock was as hard as a steel pole. "Come here," he said, holding out his arms. Carrie stepped toward him and he hugged her.

Debbie watched them, feeling very turned on and tingly all over. She wanted Ethan's cock badly, everywhere he could put it. He took Carrie to the bed. With a grin on her face Debbie peeled her bra away, letting her long, dark hair hang over her shoulders and her round breasts. She stood up to pull down her panties and get ready to fuck Ethan when she heard Carrie stop giggling and moan loudly. Ethan had finally got Carrie on her back and wiggled his way between her legs and put his cock in her cunt. Debbie stared, fascinated, as he slowly lowered his strong, muscular body onto her soft, feminine form and his huge cock disappeared into her body. Debbie noticed the expression on Carrie's face change from surprise to shock to joy. Her breasts flattened under his chest. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders to hold him down while his hips pushed his cock deep into her pussy. Debbie tossed her panties onto the pile of clothes on the chair and sat down to watch them. She had never seen anyone else being screwed.

The gentle pumping of their hips was very seductive. The steady motion of his hand on her breasts, squeezing and molding it and the way her legs hooked over his thighs to pull him down mesmerized her and lulled her into a dream.

His cock came out of Carrie's cunt with a pop. Debbie spread her legs and mounted him. She grabbed his shaft firmly and positioned it under her spread cunt lips. On her knees, spread over his waist, her tits were squeezed between her arms and hung just above his mouth from the way she had to lean over him to accommodate the length of his pole.

When the head was a little way inside, she lowered her weight and let her pussy surround him. She had fucked a few times before, but she was unsure how this cock would feel going into her. As she lowered herself she found out. It hurt like hell.

She clenched her teeth together to fight back a scream of pain, but she wasn't strong enough. Her mouth fell open and from deep inside came a moan that seemed more from ecstasy than from pain, followed by a gasp for breath and a long, wet lick of her lips.

She opened her eyes and looked at Carrie. Both of them studied her carefully. She laughed at their faces.

"It's in," she said, holding out her hands for them to see. Her fingers and palms were shiny with her liquids and Carrie's, which came off his cock.

Ethan grabbed her hand and licked it. "Delicious," he said and put his hands around her tits. His hips slowly rose and fell and her hips moved steadily with them.

Debbie moaned. "It feels like ... like I'm fucking a tree." Carrie began to laugh and Debbie turned bright red. She raised her hips a few inches to feel his cock slide into her again and whispered, "Ooooo."

Ethan put his hands around her tits and pinched her beautiful pink nipples, which stood out on her breasts. Debbie's eyes fell shut and her hips began to slowly rise and fall over his waist. She placed her hands on his chest and rubbed her fingers through his hair, scratching his skin with her long, painted nails. She dropped her head and kissed him passionately. His strong hands wandered down her sides to her hips, where they squeezed her firmly against his groin, which pushed his cock a little deeper. She grunted each time he thrusted.

Carrie giggled at the sight of her best friend's grimacing face. She dipped her middle finger into her cunt, rubbing her fingers between her pussy lips and the blonde, curly hair on her mound.

Ethan wanted to drive his cock into this beautiful young girl. Her gorgeous looks made him want to cum, badly. He rolled her on her back to drive into her with more force. Debbie squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lower lip and held his shoulders for dear life. Her whimpers were barely audible above the loud music, as his hips began to pound her pussy.

Carrie grew more and more anxious the longer they fucked. She'd had his cock in her for only a few minutes and now her cunt was itching to have it back.

Ethan slowly slipped his cock out. Debbie sighed, flexing the soreness out of her thighs.

"I still itch to cum," Debbie moaned, fingering her cunt.

"Me, too," Carrie moaned, squeezing her clitoris.

Ethan sat down in the easy chair next to the fireplace and watched the two girls rub their fingers in their cunts. Their pink slits glistened with the soft, glowing yellow light from the fire, like they were covered with sparkling crystal dust. The wetness covered their thighs and hands and their powerful odor pervaded the room. Their moans seemed to respond to the wails of Hendrix's guitar.

The girl's thighs brushed lightly against each other. Their breasts jiggled with the movement of their hands. Debbie's nipples were light brown and Carrie's were dark pink and all four of them stood out proudly from their bodies, like the dome on the capital building.

Carrie's eyes were closed. Debbie watched Ethan's hand stroke his cock while she licked the drool from her lips. His pole still glistened with the coating of sticky liquid from her cunt. She desperately wanted that huge plunger back in her cunt and maybe, if she were lucky, he would stuff it up her ass.

Debbie crawled on her hands and knees to the chair, stalking like a dark-haired cat right up between his legs.

Her hand pumped furiously and her breathing was deep and forced. The tool was enormous in her tiny hands. She couldn't believe it had been in her cunt only moments before, or that she'd want him to put this enormous thing back inside her.

Abruptly, she put it in her mouth. Ethan gasped. Her hair hung loosely at the sides of her tiny, innocent-looking face, made even more striking with her eyes closed and his thick, hard cock going into her mouth. Her red lips were closed tightly around the head of his cock and he could feel her breathing heavily through her nostrils. He liked having this young girl sucking his dick.

Debbie held the base of his cock in her left hand. It was so thick that her small hand barely closed around it. The head itself was so big that her jaw was opened to its limit just to get it in and it was getting sore and tired.

She felt his hand on top of her head and wondered if he was going to try to force his cock deeper into her mouth. She opened her eyes to look at him when thick gobs of semen spurted from the tip to the back of her tongue and down her throat. She tried to scream in shock and surprise, but it was muffled by his cock like a gag in her mouth. His hand prevented her from jerking her head away so that her mouth quickly filled with warm cum. Most of it spilled out past her lips when she gagged on it, since all of the space in her mouth was taken up by his fat cock head and there was little remaining for the enormous amount of cum.

Finally Ethan released her head and Debbie jerked her mouth away from his cock.

"Jesus," she coughed.

Ethan's cum covered her lips and cheeks and dribbled down her chin. Her mouth was filled with warm globs of the stuff on her tongue, her teeth and way back in her throat. She had been able to swallow only once when it started gushing into her mouth but the fat head of his cock prevented her from swallowing fast enough and she lost most of it.

A small drop fell from her chin to her breast when she rolled back to the floor. Carrie crawled slowly toward Debbie on her hands and knees. She placed her hands on Debbie's hips and ran them up her waist, over her ribs and around her breasts. Carrie licked away the little bit of cum that remained on Debbie's face. Debbie tilted her head to her left, opened her mouth and allowed Carrie's extended tongue to meet hers in a deep, searching kiss. Debbie moaned happily and transferred a bit of Ethan's cum to Carrie's tongue. She swallowed and searched Debbie's mouth for more.

Just as Carrie was about to lay back on top of her, the doorbell rang. They all sat still, looking at each other dumbly.

"It's the pizza guy," Ethan said.

"Oh my God," Debbie said. She grabbed the nearest bit of clothing, a shirt, and tried to cover herself with it.

"I'll get it," Carrie said and jumped up. She grabbed her panties and the t-shirt in Debbie's hands. "You got any money?"

"I left it by the door," Ethan said, watching her slip into the panties and the short t-shirt.

Carrie opened the door and the delivery guy's jaw fell open. He was a young guy, not much older than her, and kind of cute.

"Hi," Carrie said, smiling at him. "How much?"

"Uh ... uh ... ten fifty," he said, and handed her the pizza.

Carrie gave him the twenty dollar bill. "Keep the change."

She put the pizza on the kitchen table and went back to her bedroom. When she got there, Ethan was on top of Debbie, thrusting his hips like a madman trying to cut down a tree. Debbie was clinging to him like she was on a thrill ride she was praying wouldn't end. Ethan was raising his hips again and again and pounding into her friend almost brutally. Carrie had never realized how painful it looked, but she knew how good it felt when he did the same thing to her.

Ethan's back muscles were tight like ropes. Debbie was squealing. Her fingers clawed at his back and her legs grappled around the backs of his legs like she was trying to drag more of him into her.

When Ethan stopped thrusting and plunged his cock into Debbie as deep as he could get it to go, Carrie knew he was filling her with fresh seed.

They laid together for a long time, breathing hard and covered with sweat, before they finally rolled apart and looked up at Carrie standing in the doorway.

"Pizza's here. Don't let it get cold," she said.

She had already finished one slice of pizza when Ethan and Debbie came out of the bedroom. He had put on a pair of shorts which barely supported his enormous penis and Debbie was wearing a bathrobe that was not tied in the front. She pulled out a chair and sat down. Ethan went to the refrigerator for cold Cokes.

"Man, I'm starving," Debbie said. Her wide eyes gazed on the pizza like she hadn't seen food in a week.

Ethan set three cans of Coke on the table and cracked one open for himself.

"Thirsty?" he said.

Carrie grinned. Her cheeks were puffed out with pizza. Ethan didn't realize how hungry he was until he looked down at the slice in his hand. He paused for a moment then ate it so fast it was like he inhaled it. He grabbed another slice.

"I don't think we got enough pizza," he said.

The second slice was gone as fast as the first. He slumped down in the chair. Debbie was laughing so hard she couldn't eat. She had to put the pizza down to laugh and put her hand on her bare stomach.

"What's so funny?" he said.

"She's being silly. Don't mind her," Carrie said.

She and Ethan both reached for their third slice of pizza at the same time. Debbie was looking at them with a big, goofy grin on her face. Her delirious enthusiasm had finally stopped bubbling over.

"What do you know?" she said, chuckling and giggling as it threatened to burst out of her again.

It spread to Ethan and Carrie and they started to giggle with her, even though they didn't know what she found to be so distractingly funny. Their giggling turned to laughter until they all lost it completely, laughing at nothing in particular so hard that they had no more breath and no sound came from their mouths. Debbie dropped her head to the table and rested it on her arm. Carrie was holding her hand over her mouth. Her face was bright red. Ethan looked away from Carrie. Every time he tried to look at her he started laughing again.

The feeling faded. They found themselves sitting around the table staring at each other, unable to remember what had even started the laughing.

"What do you want to do now?" Carrie said.

"I don't know," Ethan said.

"Wanna watch tv?" Carrie said.

"No," Debbie said.

"Wanna play a game?"

"No," Debbie said. Ethan shook his head.

Carrie waited a moment, thinking of other options. "Wanna go back to my room?"

"Ok," Debbie and Ethan said at the same time.

The girls picked up right where they had left off. Debbie was sitting on the floor, leaning back on her hands. Carrie knelt down beside her. They were smiling to each other, as if they could speak to each other silently.

Debbie spread her thighs and Carrie put her face between them. Carrie stuck out her tongue and lowered her mouth to Debbie's pussy, which practically dripped its sweet honey-liquid and Ethan's sperm into her mouth.

Carrie's tongue squirmed past Debbie's lips into her cunt. Debbie cooed and held Carrie's head pinned between her thighs. Her long, golden hair spilled over Debbie's flat belly and round breasts.

Ethan's eyes locked on Carrie's raised ass and the heavenly triangle with the pink slit in the middle that peeked out from between her thighs. He stared at that place for a few moments, slowly stroking his erection until he decided he wanted to stick his tool somewhere and that somewhere was right in front of him, raised to just the right height, waiting to receive a good, stiff plunge.

Carrie savored the tastes from Debbie's pussy. She felt a pair of warm hands on her ass and fingers searching for her pussy. She stopped licking Debbie for a moment and looked back over her shoulder. Ethan tucked the end of his cock into her cunt and shoved. Most of the shaft drove into her and she groaned, twisting her hips to feel every bit of the hard pole as it made its way into her body.

"Lick me," Debbie moaned, pulling Carrie by her hair back down to her pussy.

Carrie dropped her head and stuck her tongue between the soft, warm folds of Debbie's cunt. Debbie's fingers tangled in Carrie's hair and her thighs squeezed her head.

Ethan plunged his cock into Carrie's cunt. His thrusts drove her forward slightly, again and again, forcing her tongue to slip deeper into Debbie's cunt each time. Carrie's slim back curved down toward the floor and her hips gyrated from side to side.

Debbie began to orgasm wildly, shouting and groaning loud enough to wake the neighbors. She squirmed on the rug but never pulled herself out of the reach of Carrie's tongue.

As her orgasm ended Carrie crawled forward on her hands and knees until she was directly over Debbie, looking down into her eyes. Ethan grabbed her hips and crammed his rod stiffly into her. Debbie watched Carrie wince and squeeze her eyes shut when her body jerked with the sudden thrust of Ethan's hips. Carrie's lips curled into a funny, twisted smile. She squeezed her eyes shut, panting and moaning as he rocked her body back and forth.

The tips of Carrie's breasts just touched the erect tips of Debbie's breasts, rubbing as they jiggled back and forth. Debbie reached for them and squeezed. Carrie opened her eyes and looked down at Debbie, still panting and moaning. Debbie ran her tongue over her lips.

Carrie lowered her face to Debbie's and they strained their tongues out, touching lightly in mid-air. Carrie, breathing hard and writhing, dropped her head and her tongue disappeared into Debbie's mouth. Ethan reached under Carrie's body, past Debbie's hands where she held Carrie's sides to feel her breasts and he found them squeezed flat against Debbie's.

Carrie couldn't control herself any longer. She raised her head and groaned.

"Ggnnnahh. Oh yes Ethan oh God," she shouted.

He grabbed her hips, pulled her back on his cock and gushed sperm like a runaway oil well, clenching his teeth and groaning. Carrie briefly felt the tickling sensation of his cock throbbing and the squirt of cum inside her but she was overcome with the powerful waves of her orgasm. When it faded away she felt his cock sliding out, leaving behind a load of cum that sloshed inside her. Carrie looked down at Debbie, who smiled. She dropped her head and kissed her.

Ethan sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"You girls are gonna wear me out."

He rested back on his toes and knees to catch his breath. His cock was still long and erect, coated with a thick mixture of his cum and Carrie's juices.

He reached for his clothes on the chair, his dick swinging between his legs like the end of a long, thick rope and pulled on his jeans. The girls were still on the bed kissing and moaning and touching. Debbie's ass squirmed and she moaned like she was cumming again. From where he stood, he could see both of their moist, juicy cunts. His cum dripped from Carrie's onto Debbie's pussy hair and she pressed her thigh against Debbie's cunt.

"I'm going to the kitchen," he said, but neither of them stopped or acknowledged him, so he left them on their own.

As he was piling cold pizza on a plate he heard Debbie's second loud, screaming orgasm and then they were quiet. A few minutes later both girls came into the kitchen.

Debbie was wearing the loosely-tied terry cloth bathrobe, revealing enough cleavage to make her look very seductive. Carrie wore a different long t-shirt, which was long enough to reach down to her hips but not long enough to cover her pussy if she raised her arms. Their faces glowed.

Debbie sat across the table from Ethan, her robe opening a little farther.

"Did you take all the pizza?" she said.

"Yeah. I'm gonna eat the whole damn thing."

Carrie reached for the plate. "Bullshit you are." She grabbed a slice of pizza and passed another slice to Debbie.

They ate the pizza in silence. Ethan looked from one girl to the other and they giggled almost constantly. Ethan watched Debbie's tits, occasionally spotting a bit of her nipple and gazed at Carrie's bare thighs, occasionally getting a peek of her ass or pussy. The girls teased him a little and played with him.

Debbie bit into her pizza and a thick glob of red sauce dribbled down her chin and plopped on her bare boob.

"Shit," she said.

She scooped it up with her finger and licked it up. Carrie laughed and reached out for Ethan's thigh to keep herself from falling out of her chair and put her hand on his cock.

"You're so hard. Pull it out and show it to us," she said.

He stood up, unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. His penis popped up and stood straight out in front of him like a flagpole from the side of a building.

"Beautiful," Debbie mumbled, her mouth full of pizza.

"Thank you," Ethan said and sat down, his jeans at his ankles and his cock pointing to the ceiling.

Debbie dropped the last crust of her pizza into the empty pizza box.

"I'd like to bronze your cock and keep it over the fireplace. Then I can show it to people and they can see the biggest cock I've fucked and all the other guys who think they're so big can see what big is really like."

"What about me?" Ethan said.

"You can use it when you need it but I want to keep it so I can fuck myself with it anytime I feel like it."

"Anytime you feel like it all you have to do is call me up and I'll bring it right over."

Carrie put her hand around his shaft and stroked it slowly.

"I'm lucky. I can have him whenever I want and he comes to me every day," Carrie said.

"He cums on you every day, you mean," Debbie said.

Ethan looked into Carrie's eyes. "Come here," he said.




Ethan and Carrie Ch. 09



She stood up, leaned over him and kissed him. Their tongues touched and their lips smacked. Carrie tilted her head to the left and their lips made a closed seal with their tongues squirming inside each other's mouths.

The bottom edge of her t-shirt came up over her hips. Ethan ran his left hand up the back of her thigh and squeezed her ass. He pushed a couple of fingers into her cunt and Carrie gasped. He pulled it out and put it in her mouth.

She spread her legs and moved over his lap, putting her warm cunt directly over his tall cock. He held his cock and she spread her labia, dropped herself a few inches until her cunt was on the head and lowered herself onto him, taking all of him into her cunt until her weight rested on his legs.

Carrie pressed her mouth to his and continued to explore the inside of his mouth with her tongue. Her pussy was much juicier than her mouth and made more smacking noises when she moved her hips up and down.

Ethan held her waist and guided her up and down very slowly. She enjoyed the sensation of the shaft of his cock sliding across her wet labia and the sensation of the head of his cock moving in and out of her womb. She was very warm and moist between her legs and it spread all over the inside of her thighs.

Debbie watched. They looked very odd doing it in Carrie's kitchen but she got a good view of how large his dick really was. Carrie's head craned way back and her hair spread down her back almost to the cheeks of her ass. Debbie could just see the shaft of his cock going into Carrie's pussy and the sight made her own pussy tingle. She pushed her seat back against the wall, propped her feet up on the edge of the table, spread her legs, opened her robe and slipped a pair of fingers into her pussy.

Ethan looked over at Debbie. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open and her fingers poked the small pink area in the middle of the dark bush between her legs. The robe was still loosely tied at her waist but open at the top and falling off one shoulder to expose her left tit.

Carrie's breasts were right on a level with Ethan's face, although they were covered by the thin t-shirt, which stretched between the points of her hard nipples. He pushed the t-shirt up to uncover them and buried his face between the two soft, firm round globes and tongued the warm skin.

"Ooh. I'm gonna cum," Carrie moaned.

She ground her hips in his lap. Ethan groaned. Her blonde hair flew around like a mop in a wind storm and her tits bounced each time she came down on his lap. Carrie orgasmed wildly and felt Ethan's thick cock pulsing inside her. The sensation made her tingle and gave her goosebumps.

Debbie opened her eyes. Ethan and Carrie were looking at her. She looked down at her hands in her cunt and blushed bright red and covered her mouth with her hand, licking her juices off her fingers.

"You look so beautiful," Carrie said.

She lifted herself from Ethan's lap and his cock flopped out and hung between his thighs, no less hard than when the night had started. A good deal of his sperm came out as well and dribbled down her thigh.

"I wish I had a camera to take a picture of you just then. You'd love to keep that one," he said.

"I don't think so. I'd die if anyone ever saw me like that."

Ethan came around the table with his long, hard, cum-covered dick wagging in front of him like a happy dog's tail.

"I'm sure your parents would love to know what you're up to when they let you sleep over at Carrie's house."

"Oh God. Don't even think about that. They'd kill me if they even thought I was doing anything like this. I mean, my God, they still think I'm, like, a virgin or something."

Ethan cleared off the table while she talked, helped her up, put his hands around her waist and set her on the table.

"You're so lucky that they trust you enough to leave you alone for the weekend."

He stood between Debbie's legs and laid her back on the table.

"Yeah. I'm lucky they don't know how much I like to fuck. If they knew how many times I've done it they'd ground me for sure."

He lowered his mouth, kissing Debbie's breast. His lips closed around her hard nipple and he gently nibbled the point in his teeth.

"Oh yeah. I'm so glad I got hold of you. I almost didn't call," she moaned.

"What would you have done all night?" Carrie said.

"Probably sat around all night watching tv while you two screwed your brains out."

Ethan’s moist tongue traced a wet line between her breasts, down her ribs to her flat, smooth stomach and tiny navel.

"Does your Mom know how much you screw?"

"Oh God, no. She'd have a stroke. My parents think Ethan is the nicest person in the whole world," Carrie said.

"Hell, I am."

He spread her legs and brought his face to her pussy and licked. Ethan slipped a finger inside her and twirled his tongue around her clit. Debbie's ass squirmed, rocking the little table.

"Ooh, yeah. Keep that up."

She rubbed her belly and tangled her fingers in his hair. Ethan put the end of his cock in her cunt and she hooked her legs around his hips while he sunk his shaft into her.

"How many times have you cum tonight?" Debbie said.

"Shit I don’t know. I lost count after the first three times."

"Are you gonna cum inside me again?"

"You bet your ass."

"Good, cause I want it bad."

She moaned as he picked up speed. The small table was squeaking like a small family of mice, and their rocking made it skid across the tiled floor a tiny bit at a time.

Debbie had her arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging to him like a baby clung to her parent, except that she had a telephone pole-sized cock plunging into her cunt again and again, making her grunt and moan and whimper.

"Make me cum, please," she begged.

She squeezed her legs tightly around him each time he pressed his cock into her. She still clung to him and pulled herself up off the table. Their sweaty bodies seemed glued to each other. Debbie’s long fingernails left red marks on his back.

"Oh yeah, I'm cumming," she screamed.

Ethan thrust a few more times and he was cumming, too.

Their humping slowed. Ethan thrust hard once every few moments to get the last drops of his cum into her, and Debbie's body trembled with each of the last few spasms that passed through her.

She slowly released her grip on Ethan's body and rested once again on her back on the table. Her tanned body was covered with a slick, shiny coating of sweat, and her long, dark hair clung to her wet skin in thin strands. Her beautiful, pink nipples were no longer taut and pointed, but loose and relaxed.

"Thank you," she said, licking her lips and wiping some sweat from her chin.

Ethan, his stiff cock still moving in her cunt, squeezed her tits and smiled.

"I am beat," he said.

He stepped back and his cock came out of Debbie's cunt. She lay sprawled on the table, exhausted herself.

"Wait. Let me lick that up," Carrie said.

She got down on her knees in front of Ethan and he sat back in Debbie's chair. Carrie picked up his cock and put it in her mouth, licking away all the cum that coated it. Ethan held the chair and flinched each time she licked the head.

Debbie propped herself up on her elbows to watch. Carrie's pink tongue worked over his cock and balls. She closed her mouth over the head, but he was not getting any harder.

"Are you trying to suck the life out of him?" Debbie said.

Carrie looked up with a smile and her mouth, cheeks, and chin were covered with saliva. She looked at Debbie through the V of her spread thighs.

"I just want every drop I can get."

"I haven't got any more to give."

Carrie kissed his cock.

"I'll let you rest for tomorrow. I have a feeling we're gonna be pretty busy."

She turned and moved between Debbie's legs.

"You should see this. You got cum all over you," Carrie said.

She scooped a glob of cum off Debbie's pussy and licked it from her finger like she was tasting the frosting on a cake. She licked up the cum and sweat smeared over the insides of Debbie's thighs. She moaned. Carrie dipped her head and slipped her tongue neatly into Debbie's pussy.

"Oh God. Come up here. I wanna taste that," Debbie said.

Carrie moved around the table, lowered her mouth to Debbie's, and plunged her tongue past her lips. They kissed lightly, their lips smacking, and Carrie looked up at Ethan, smiling.

"You two ready for bed?" he said.

"I think so," Carrie said.

"Oh yeah. I can feel all that cum inside me," Debbie said as she sat up and climbed off the table.

"Good. You can hold onto it until tomorrow. I'll have some more for you then."



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 10



Carrie bent over the counter to add the numbers again. She was never good at math and never trusted her own addition. If she didn't get the numbers right, the money would come out of her pay, or worse, she might lose her job, and she didn't want that. She liked working at the lingerie store. She especially liked the discounts. She was wearing her new, soft, white satin garter belt under her skirt with the lacy, white panties and the white stockings with the seam up the back. She couldn't wait until Ethan saw her. He would not be able to hold himself back.

Helen was at the front of the store, straightening a rack of teddies. She had worked at the store for a couple of years, and flirted with Carrie from the day she started almost a month ago. Her head and hips moved to the music over the speakers, and she silently sang the words.

Helen was twenty, a couple of years older than Carrie. She was also shorter and had long, dark hair. Carrie didn't know what to make of her flirting. It made her uncomfortable. She was the one who usually flirted with guys. When Helen flirted with her, she didn't know what to do.

She never thought she would be attractive to another girl. She never thought of herself as being attracted to another girl, especially one who was gay. But Helen didn't seem gay. She flirted with guys who came into the store as much as she flirted with girls. Was she the kind who liked to go both ways?

Carrie had to admit, though, if she were going to be attracted to another girl, it would be easy to be attracted to Helen. She was petite, with a curvy body and a cute face. She had sex written all over her.

Carrie squeezed her legs together. It surprised her to be aroused by Helen. What would she do it Helen came on to her? Would she resist? And if Helen was insistent? The thought of having sex with another girl repulsed her, but then, she was once repulsed by the thought of putting a penis in her mouth. If Helen tried anything, she would just see where it went. But would that be cheating on Ethan?

She went back to figuring out her math, and paid no attention to Helen when she came behind the counter. She felt a hand touch her ass and bolted upright and spun around. Helen was grinning and her playful eyes sparkled.

"Whatcha doing?" she said. She leaned over the counter on her elbows, resting her chin in her hands.

Carrie was shaken. She didn't know what to think. She'd never been touched like that by a girl. Her heart was pounding.

"Just ... just my receipts. I want to make sure they're right."

"Are they?"

Carrie shrugged. "So far."

"Have you been under?"

"Not yet. Have you?"

"A few times," Helen said, as if it was nothing.

Carrie's mouth fell open. "Doesn't Mr. Colbert get mad?"

Helen snickered. "Sure. But he forgets about it if I blow him."

Carrie's eyes opened wider.

"You mean you suck him, suck his dick, and he lets it go?"

"Yeah. He likes to get head. Every guy does."

Carrie was so shocked by the idea of Mr. Colbert using Helen for sex, and her so willing to comply, that she never noticed her move behind her until she put her hands on her waist.

"You like to give head, don't you? You like to feel it in your mouth?" Helen said in a soft whisper. 

She pressed her groin to Carrie's backside. She gasped and leaned forward with both hands on the counter. Her chest swelled with shallow, rapid breaths. Helen's hands slipped under her short skirt. One warm hand moved around to her front and pressed her mound. Carrie moaned and moved her ass side to side, rubbing against her.

"I like it in my mouth," Carrie said.

Her own voice was little more than a breathy whisper. Suddenly she wanted it badly. Helen's touch was warm and gentle, and in just the right places.

She turned Carrie around and leaned her back against the counter. She put her hands on her breasts. Carrie sucked in a deep breath. Helen's head tilted up and her lips parted.

Carrie leaned down, closed her eyes and touched her lips to Helen's. Her pulse pounded and she felt a roar in her ears. Helen pulled herself close, flattening their breasts together. Carrie parted her thighs. Helen pushed her knee between them and her thigh pressed against her mound. Carrie gasped, and Helen slipped her wet tongue into her mouth.

The front door opened, sounding the tiny bell. They broke apart quickly. Carrie glanced back over her shoulder, hoping they hadn't been caught by Mr. Colbert.

But it wasn't him. It was a customer, a man, who was looking at the sale items and apparently hadn't seen them. Carrie sighed. She'd hate to have to explain to Mr. Colbert why she was making out with Helen when she was supposed to be working. He might try to make her blow him.

"I'll take this one. How's my lipstick look?" Helen said, straightening her skirt.

Carrie nodded. Her lipstick was fine. Her full lips looked delicious. Her face was flushed, though. Was her own face as red?

Helen sauntered out to greet the customer and her hips swung side to side. He glanced at her once, then twice, and his eyes grew wide. Carrie covered her mouth. No doubt Helen would make the sale. When she wanted to be convincing, few men could resist her. Carrie's heart skipped when she realized that even she had been unable to resist her. What she really wanted, though, was to put her head between Helen's thighs. She licked her lips. How would Helen's pussy taste?

Carrie returned to her math again, but it was difficult to concentrate. She was turned on. Her pussy was wet. She squeezed her legs together, wishing Helen would touch her there again, or even better, that Ethan was there to satisfy her. She sighed as she thought of his sweet, tender touches and the feel of his huge woody sliding into her tight slit. She couldn't wait to see him.

Helen led her customer around the store, picking out one scanty piece of underwear after another. She was teasing him, holding each article up to her body. From the way he stared at her body and wiped away the perspiration from his forehead, he seemed very interested. Carrie giggled. Helen was hopeless.

Finally she gave up on her math, totally unable to concentrate. Instead, she decided to watch Helen flirt with the customer. If she had to blow Mr. Colbert because her receipts were off, then so be it. She would blow him and enjoy it. But she wouldn't tell Ethan.

She walked around the store, straightening the racks, all the time glancing at Helen and her customer. He was getting very worked up. He had a prominent bulge in the front of his pants. One time, Helen glanced back at her and smiled, as if they shared a secret.

The guy was carrying a bundle of things on hangers. Helen asked if there was anything she could do to help him decide. He said he wasn't sure, and she offered to try them on for him. He hesitated, but only for a moment, and said that would be a good idea, and Helen led him to the changing rooms.

Carrie moved closer to the changing rooms. What was she up to? She didn't know they were allowed to try things on for customers. Was she just doing it to make a sale? She wouldn't be surprised. Helen was the type who would do anything for money.

Carrie heard their voices from inside, but couldn't hear what they were saying. For a minute or two they were quiet, then she heard soft moaning. Her mouth fell open. What were they doing in there?

The moans got louder, then stopped. Carrie went back behind the counter. A few minutes later, the guy came out of the changing room with a few items that he brought to the counter.

"I'll take these," he said.

Carrie rang up the items, and couldn't help but notice how his face was flushed and he wouldn't look her in the eye.

Helen came behind the counter as Carrie was finishing. Her face was flushed, too, and she was grinning.

"Come back again," Helen said when he picked up his bag.

"I will," he said with a quick grin, and left.

Carrie put her hands on her hips and turned to Helen.

"You had sex with him."

Helen's mouth curled in a wide grin. "Yeah. I couldn't help it."

"What if you get in trouble?"

"I won't get in trouble. I was just so horny. It's your fault, you know."

"My fault? Why is it my fault?"

"You made me horny. Besides, he gave me fifty bucks for it."

Carrie's mouth fell open. "He paid you? That's like being a ... a whore."

"So what? I got laid and I got paid. I do it all the time. You should try it."

"Aren't you worried you'll get pregnant?"

Helen paused for a moment, as if she never considered that possibility.

"If it happens, it happens. I'm not gonna worry about it."

"You should have made him wear a condom."

"Then I wouldn't feel his love juice, you know, all squishy inside. Look," she said, and pulled up her skirt.

Carrie's eyes grew wide. Helen wasn't wearing panties, and the wisps of dark, curly hair on her mound were wet with white juices.

"He had a lot of it. I really got him worked up," Helen said, with a playful giggle.

"Oh my God," Carrie whispered, staring at her pussy.

Helen touched it, then licked her finger. "I love cum. Wanna taste?"

Yes, she wanted to taste it. She was breathing hard as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of Helen, who was breathing hard, too, and held the front of her skirt up.

Carrie could smell the strong odor of the guy's cum and Helen's juices. She inhaled deeply and the odors made her head swim. She stuck her tongue out, leaned forward, and licked the cum on Helen's mound. She gasped. She was looking down at her, panting through her mouth. Carrie closed her eyes, leaned forward, and licked her again.

The tiny bell rang again. Helen stiffened. Carrie looked up.

"It's a customer," she said in a whisper. She stepped back and Carrie stood up.

It was another guy, a gorgeous hunk with wavy, dark hair and dreamy eyes.

"You should do it with him," Helen whispered.

"I can't. I have a boyfriend."

"He doesn't have to know. You're just gonna fuck this guy, not go out with him."

Helen was right. She could have sex with this guy, and then she could have sex with Ethan.

"What do I do?"

"Offer to try the lingerie on for him so he can see what it's like, then just do what comes naturally."

Helen gave her a gentle push in the back. Carrie approached the guy, trembling. If he looked in her face, would he be able to tell that she wanted him to love her? What if he said no?

"Hi. Can I help you find anything?" she said with a nervous smile.

His eyebrows went up when he looked at her, and she caught him checking out her body. It excited her.

"I need something sexy for my girlfriend," he said.

Carrie took a fluttery deep breath. Even his voice was sexy. It took her a moment to remember what she was supposed to do.

"Maybe she'd like a nice teddy?" she said, pointing to the rack.

He scrutinized them, but shook his head.

"She has one of those already. I need something sexier."

She turned to a rack of skimpy bra and panty sets, very flimsy, very sheer, barely more than tiny strips of fabric. She selected her favorite bra and panty set, one she wanted to wear for Ethan, lacy red bra and panties with spaghetti thin straps.

"She might like this."

He nodded. He had a sparkle in his eye.

"Do you know what size your girlfriend is?" Carrie said.

He cupped his hands and looked at Carrie's breasts.

"She's about your size. Why don't you try it on for me?" he said.

Carrie nearly fainted. "Sure, I can do that."

He lowered his voice. "I'll give you twenty dollars if you let me watch."

Carrie hesitated. Was he serious? This was easier than she thought.

"Forty?" he said.

"Ok," Carrie said, and smiled. But she couldn't believe she actually agreed.

He followed her to the changing rooms. She glanced at Helen as she closed the door, grinning like she'd just won a prize.

The changing room was a small, cramped space with a full length mirror on one wall, a hook on the other wall, and a padded, French style wrought iron chair. The guy sat in the chair. Carrie was trembling. She couldn't decide what to do. He was going to watch her undress and put the tiny bra and panties on. Then, somehow, she was going to ask him to have sex.

She hung the hanger with the bra and panties on the hook. He took out his wallet and handed her two twenties.

"Here you go," he said.

She folded them. She had nowhere to put it, so she set them on the floor. Now she had to do something for him.

She started with her blouse, slowly unbuttoning down the front. She untucked the bottom from her skirt and removed the blouse. His eyes grew wide. Her breasts had grown a bit in the last few months, since she started making love with Ethan. Now all of her bras were too tight. She still wore them, though, because now they squeezed her new, full breasts together until they were practically bursting out, and Ethan's eyes usually got as wide as the customer's were right then. She loved that she could have such an effect on a man just by undressing in front of him.

She dropped the blouse on top of the twenties and pushed the short skirt down, swaying her hips side to side. The customer groaned through his open mouth. She bent over to pick up the skirt and saw a good sized bulge in his lap.

She stood before him in the white satin bra and panties and garter belt with the lacy trim that she had picked especially for Ethan. She took the bra and panties on the hanger off the hook.

"I'll put these on and be right out," she said, and stepped behind the curtain.

Her hands were shaking and her heart was pounding as she stripped naked and put on the tiny red bra and panties. They were so tiny and light it was as if she was wearing nothing at all. She checked herself in the mirror. The tiny patches of red fabric barely covered her nipples and her mound. When she moved, it felt like her jiggly breasts would come right out of the bra. Her nipples showed through the thin fabric. Ethan would love to see her in this.

She pulled back the curtain. The cute guy's eyes popped out.

"Fuck yeah. That's perfect," he said.

"You like it?" Carrie said, and turned her back to show the string that went between her ass cheeks.

"I love it."

"Do you think it's too tight here?" she said, and squeezed her tits in her hands. He shook his head. "Maybe you should look closer, just to make sure."

She straddled his right leg. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She was so horny for this guy, and she felt guilty for feeling that way when she was so in love with Ethan, but maybe she just wouldn't tell him.

"Touch it here to see how tight it fits," she said.

His hands moved up the outsides of her thighs to her hips, where the spaghetti thin straps held the panties up.

"It's pretty tight," he said.

"Feel it here, too."

She moved his hand to the inside of her thigh and his fingers grazed the thin fabric that covered her warm mound. He rubbed his fingers over her crotch and she groaned.

She couldn't stand it anymore. She was wet and hot and she wanted to feel his pole inside her right now. She reached down and squeezed the hard lump in his pants.

"For a little extra, I can help you with this," she said.

"How much extra?"

That was a good question. He had already paid her forty. How much did Helen say?

"Twenty?" Carrie said.

He nodded and took another twenty from his wallet. Carrie smiled. That was easy.

But, as she folded the bills with the other money on the floor, she realized she was about to commit herself to prostitution. At first she was doing it to satisfy herself. Now, however, she had to do it to satisfy him, because he had paid for it.

Was she supposed to suck him? She didn't want to let a stranger cum in her mouth, even if he was cute. But how would that be different from letting him cum in her pussy? Ethan's was the only penis she had ever seen or touched. His was the only cum that had ever touched her skin. She was about to betray the only lover she had ever known, and it was too late to go back. The customer was already unzipping his pants.

He pushed them down to his ankles, then his underwear. Carrie gasped. His cock was beautiful. It wasn't as long or as thick as Ethan's, and it stood straight up. Ethan's bent over to one side under its own weight. Would this one hurt as much going in?

"Come on, let's give it a try," he said, stroking his dick with one hand.

Carrie's mouth drooled. A drop of juice from her pussy ran down the inside of her leg and there was no way she could deny what her body wanted. She would do it quick, then. She would get him off and she would wash the cum from her pussy so Ethan would never know. If he smelled another man's cum on her pussy she would die of shame.

She slipped the panties off and spread her legs over his lap. He put his hands on her waist. His palms were sweaty on her bare skin, and she was a little disgusted. She reached down between her legs, put her hand around his penis, guided the head to her wet lips and lowered herself on it.

"Oh fuck yeah," he said with a deep groan. His eyes closed and his head tilted back.

Carrie settled her weight on his lap with a sigh. His entire penis was inside her, and it didn't hurt a bit. She could feel it sliding along her walls as she moved up and down. She could never get Ethan's whole thing inside her. He was just too big and she was too tight.

"That is one hot cunt you got baby," he said.

His hands moved up to squeeze her tits and Carrie blushed. How come Ethan never talked about her like that?

She put her hands on his shoulders and rocked her hips. His penis felt good, and she was so sorry for Ethan. She didn't have to get used to the pain of being stretched before it felt good and she could enjoy having sex. She never knew it could be this way with other men. Was she ready to give up on Ethan just because he caused her pain when they had sex and this man didn't?

"Here it comes, baby," he said.

What did he mean? What was coming? Then he was spurting in her pussy and she couldn't believe it. She wasn't even close to getting off, and he was already done. How could he do that? Didn't he care about her?

His hips stopped moving and he let out a deep breath.

"Shit baby, you are some good kind of fuck. You're the tightest cunt I ever did. You sold me. I'm going to buy that stuff and give it to my girlfriend. When I fuck her I'll be thinking about your sweet hole," he said.

He lifted her off his lap and stood up. Carrie backed away, shocked. He pulled up his underwear, then his pants. She understood now. Of course he didn't care about her. She was just a tight hole to stick his cock in. He'd paid his money and got his use out of her, now he was done with her.

She tried to cover herself with her arms, as if the shame she felt was written all over her. That was why Ethan never talked about her body like that. To him, she was not just a thing to use. He actually cared about her, not like this man. She felt dirty, humiliated. Her foot touched the money on the floor and she moved away from it like it was a poisonous snake.

The customer straightened his shirt. "Hey, if she likes it, I'll come back again. You can show me something else she'll like, right?"

She leaned back against the wall as he went out. She didn't know what to think. No one had ever done something so mean, especially not Ethan. She wished he was there now, to hold her and tell her everything was going to be all right.

She reached for the chair and sat down with her legs spread. That man's seed was still in her body, leaking out slowly. She wanted it gone, and she didn't want to have to touch it. It felt like acid staining her insides. She sobbed. She had ruined herself forever, and Ethan would never forgive her. How could she let Helen talk her into doing this?




Ethan and Carrie Ch. 10



She heard the cash register on the other side of the wall, then the tiny bell over the door, and the store was quiet. She put her face in her hands and sobbed, leaving her legs spread to let the cum drip out.

The dressing room rood creaked open. Carrie cried out and snapped her legs together. Helen poked her head in.

"Hey, did you do it?" she said with a sly smile, then her smile fell. She came in and closed the door. "What's wrong? Did he hurt you?" 

Carrie shook her head, and suddenly the tears wouldn't stop.

"He used me. I feel so dirty."

Helen put her hands on her bare shoulders.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't know it would be that way. I thought it would be nice."

She was glad Helen understood. She was afraid she would ridicule her for crying. She couldn't have sex with a stranger as easily as Helen. For her, it was a much more serious, personal thing.

Helen's long, dark hair brushed her shoulder, then her lips touched her forehead.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered.

Carrie turned her face up, staring through her blurry tears. Helen leaned forward and kissed Carrie's lips.

Her lips were soft and gentle. When her tongue touched her lips, Carrie's mouth opened instantly. Helen's tongue entered her mouth, touching her own tongue, and she moaned. A fresh lust surged through her body.

Helen cradled her face in her arms, working her lips over Carrie's mouth. She was passionate, yet gentle at the same time, not like some guys who kissed like they were trying to swallow her.

Helen knelt beside her. Her lips broke away, and moved down to her chest. Her warm breath tickled her nipple. Carrie gasped when she licked it. Helen's puffy lips closed over it, sucking like a baby hungry for milk. Carrie arched her back to push her chest out. Helen switched to her other nipple and she thought she was going out of her mind.

Helen put her hands on Carrie's knees and pushed them apart. Carrie stared down at her face as she moved between her legs. Suddenly she wanted her to do this to her so badly. She wanted Helen to do it every day. She would have sex with a hundred strangers if Helen would do it just once.

Helen kissed the insides of her thighs lightly, slowly moving closer to her mound. The heat of her mouth made her shiver. Her heart was pounding again. Helen's fingers touched her warm mound and she flinched.

"Oh yes, Helen, yes," Carrie moaned.

She parted Carrie's lips and touched them with the wet tip of her tongue. Carrie bit her lip to keep herself from moaning out loud. Helen licked her slit and Carrie couldn't help herself, moaning loud enough for anyone in the store to hear.

"Mmm. Good cum," Helen said.

She stuck her tongue in Carrie's slit and she gasped and shuddered through a quick, hard climax, moaning and humping her hips off the chair. When it ended and she was panting, Helen licked the juices off her lips and fingers. Her hard nipples were pointing through her tight blouse.

Helen kissed her pussy once and then again on her lips.

"That was beautiful," she said, and smiled. The tiny bell over the door tinkled. "Whenever you're ready, I might need your help with this customer."

Carrie sighed and let herself sit in the chair to enjoy the glow for just another minute. Maybe everything was going to be all right after all. 



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 11



Ethan's head hit the ice first, then his right shoulder, then the rest of his body. He never saw the hit coming but he heard the cheer when he got it. Whoever hit him connected with his knee first. The pain shot through his entire body as he flipped and landed on the ice. He didn't know who hit him, but he had a good idea who it was.

He laid on the ice, not moving. His left knee screamed in pain. His body wouldn't let him get up. He heard shouts and cheers from the crowd and whistles from the refs. He kept his eyes closed. The guys on his team was probably fighting with the other team. He should be in it, wanted to be in it, but when he tried to move, his whole body screamed in pain.

Someone touched his shoulder and asked if he was all right. He recognized the voice of Dave, the team's trainer.

"No," Ethan said.

Dave knelt on the ice beside him. "Where are you hurt?"

"My knee."

Ethan looked away. He didn't want Dave or any of the other guys on the team to see his tears. He was afraid his knee was blown out for good. He had worked so hard to be a good hockey player and get a scholarship to play in college, and now all that might be gone.

"Can you get up?" Dave said.

Ethan shook his head. He heard the voices of others over him.

"Let's get you to the locker room. I want to get some x-rays," Dave said.

He hooked his arms under Ethan's and lifted him. He put his arms around Dave's shoulder and Jamie, his teammate. He tried to keep his leg up, but his skate touched the ice and he screamed in pain.

"Karen, hold up his leg," Dave said.

His wife, Karen, put down an equipment bag and held up Ethan's leg.

The crowd was booing. The ice was littered with gloves and sticks. Most of the players from both teams were clumped against the far boards, pounding on each other, and the refs were trying to peel them apart. Some of the guys were sure to get game misconduct penalties. It was just as well. It was a vicious, ugly game from the start. Every game against Riverview was ugly.

They carried Ethan to the locker room and helped him sit on a bench.

"Let's get those skates off so we can get an x-ray," Dave said. He opened a cooler and picked out two bags of ice.

"Dave, can I go?" Jamie said. His eyes were wide and he had a bit of a grin.

"Yeah. Go," Dave said. He looked at Karen and shook his head. "That boy can't wait to get in on a powerplay."

Dave put the ice on Ethan's knee and wrapped it with a bandage to hold it in place. Karen removed his skates, gingerly unlacing the skate on his left foot.

Three other guys came in. All had been given game misconduct penalties and had bruises and bloody lips. Karen set Ethan's skate aside to treat them.

"Dude, you should see what we did to Tokit," Herbie said. He had blood dripping from his nose and a big grin, like he had just robbed a bank.

Karen gave Ruder an ice pack to hold over his right eye.

"You're lucky. Coach Riley reamed us out good. He was pissed. He's gonna suspend all of us," Ruder said.

"Yeah. That sucks," Ethan said.

He brushed his hand over his mouth to hide his smile. It was too bad these guys would probably get kicked off the team for a few games. They were good players and he counted on them. It was another thing, though, to know that his best guys would look after him when he took a cheap shot.

"All right guys. Get your showers and get out of here," Dave said.

All three guys hopped up and trundled to their lockers with their ice packs and bandages.

Karen unlaced Ethan's padded shorts. He lifted himself off the bench with his hands and she pulled them down. She set them off to the side with his skates and pads.

His jockstrap was tight. He nudged it aside. Karen helped him pull it down and his partly erect penis flopped out. She dropped the strap with his other stuff and turned away to get a towel like she didn't even notice how his penis hung between his legs and was quickly growing hard. He shouldn't be surprised. She'd seen it many times when she had to fix his cuts and bruises. What he couldn't figure out was why it was getting hard when he was in so much pain.

He put the towel around his waist and Karen helped him to the x-ray room. He put his hand on her shoulder to get up on the x-ray table. She started to remove the ice pack from his knee. He laid back on the cold table and his erection pushed up the front of the towel. She glanced at it.

"Ethan, try to keep that thing under control, will you?" she said with a sly smile.

"Sorry."

He put his hand over it and pushed it back down. That only made it harder. He let out a slow breath and tried not to groan. Why was he so aroused?

Dave took two shots and Karen helped him off the table and they hobbled back to the bench. She rewrapped the bag of ice on his knee with the bandage. By the time she finished, Dave had the x-rays ready.

"There's no damage. It's a bad sprain. Just try not to move around too much and keep the ice on it," he said.

He and Karen left to return to the bench. The locker room was quiet. Ethan laid his head back against the locker and closed his eyes. His knee throbbed. He could hear the noise of the crowd through the walls, and the drip of water from the shower.

His penis was still mostly erect. He remembered the look in Karen's eyes when she looked right at it and he smirked. His penis throbbed and became a little harder. She had seen it before, but never erect. Was she curious? Most girls were the first time they saw it. Some liked it and some didn't, but most wanted to try it at least once.

Would Karen want to try it? He hoped so. She was at least as twice as old as him, but he didn't care about that. For so long he had thought of her as one of the guys. She never seemed sexy until now. What happened to change that?

The creak of the locker room door opening echoed through the quiet room. He made sure his penis was covered with the towel. How weird would it be if Coach Riley or one of the other guys saw him with his hard dick standing up in the air? Maybe it was Karen coming back to check on him. Maybe she would touch it. It stiffened a little more and he had to push it down to keep it from showing.

"Hi, Ethan."

He opened his eyes. It was Michelle, in her blue and yellow cheerleader uniform with a short, pleated skirt. She had long, wavy brown hair that fell past her shoulders on either side of her face.

"Hi," he said.

She stepped toward him. Her brow was creased and she had a pained look in her pale, grey eyes.

"How's your knee?" she said, and sat on the bench beside him.

"It hurts," he said, holding his penis down with both hands.

He watched her out of the corner of his eye. What was she doing there? Of all the stuck up cheerleaders she was probably the most stuck up. He studied her eyes a little closer. She'd already slept with a few of the guys on the team. Was she there to see him because she was genuinely concerned, or because she wanted to add him to her list? Did that even matter?

"Are you going back in the game?" she said.

He shook his head. "I'm done for a while."

"Oh," she said in a disappointed tone.

She touched his leg, just above the bulge of the ice pack.

"Is it broken?" she said.

"No, just sprained."

"Sprained," she repeated. "I never saw anyone get hit so hard. I thought it was broken for sure." Her fingers moved up his thigh to the edge of the towel. "This hasn't been a good year for you, has it?"

"No. I haven't had much luck."

Her fingers slipped under the towel.

"I think I can give you good luck," she said.

Her fingers brushed his penis and she gasped. Ethan removed his hands from his lap.

"It's true," she said.

"What's true?"

"What the girls say about you. You're built."

She put her hand around it and stroked lightly like she was handling delicate equipment. The towel fell away and his erection rose from his lap, curving slightly to the side. Her mouth fell open.

Ethan sighed. He forgot about the pain in his knee. Michelle wasn't a girl he liked that much, but she had a hot body, and he was not against screwing any girl who wanted it, as long as she didn't expect him to marry her afterward.

That was what he worried about with Carrie. He loved her, there was no doubt of that. She had a great body and she was smart, and she made him laugh. But did he love her enough to marry her?

It probably wouldn't be much longer before she expected him to marry her, and he wasn't sure he wanted that. He liked screwing girls too much to give it up yet.

"I heard you're fucking Carrie now," she said.

Ethan looked at her, and her eyes turned up to his. How did she know that? How did people find out these things about him?

"We've done it a few times," he said. Did she also know he had fucked Pam? If she knew all of this, how many other people knew?

Michelle let the tip of her pink tongue graze over her lips.

"Do you think she would mind if I did it too?" she said.

Before he could answer, she stood up and lifted the front of her pleated yellow and blue skirt. She was wearing tiny blue panties. She pushed them to the floor, picked them up and dropped them on the bench beside him.

She turned and lifted the back of the skirt.

"Carrie's real pretty. Does she got a hot ass like mine?"

"Yeah, you got a nice ass," he said. He squeezed his cock and pumped firmly.

She dropped her skirt and giggled.

"I know," she said. She put her hands on his shoulders and lifted her leg over his waist, straddling him. "I bet Carrie knows how to move her ass too, right? I bet she knows how to fuck real good."

"Yeah, she does," Ethan said.

He swallowed hard. It felt odd to be talking about Carrie this way when he was getting ready to fuck another girl. He put his hands on Michelle's bare thighs. Was he starting to feel guilty about cheating on her?

Michelle reached under her skirt, put her hand around his penis and touched the head to her wet pussy. She was breathing hard and her face was only inches from his. She hesitated. Was she nervous about putting his penis inside her? Was she scared that it would hurt too much?

The head of his penis pushed between her pussy lips. She winced.

"Oh, Ethan," she said with a faint gasp.

She hovered over him with just the head of his cock stretching her tight pussy open. The fingers of her left hand dug into his shoulder. Her mouth hung open, like she was in shock.

He moved his hands up her thighs to her ass. What was she expecting? But she must have been having second thoughts. He wasn't going to let her end it there, though, not after she was so intent on adding him to her list.

He squeezed her ass hard and pulled her down. Her knees resisted for a moment, then gave out. Half of his cock plunged into her pussy, and she groaned. Her wet cunt was warm and smooth, like a snug velvet glove sliding over his cock.

"Oh God. Ethan. You're fucking me," Michelle said in a high voice like a young girl.

She was motionless with her legs spread and her knees bent in an uncomfortable position. He was unable to move himself up and down. He shifted a little and a twinge of pain shot through his knee.

"Come on down here," he said.

He slipped his hand around the back of her neck and bent her forward. Her lips brushed his and he kissed her.

"Does it hurt?" he said.

She nodded. "A little."

"Are you afraid you're gonna hurt my knee?"

"Yes."

He turned her head and kissed her ear.

"Just go slow. It won't hurt that much."

"For you or for me?" she said.

She was tense, and he got the feeling she was sorry she had gone this far.

He used his hands to rock her ass back and forth. She moaned and bit her lower lip. Her eyes glazed. She laid her head on his shoulder. Her warm breath tickled the side of his neck.

He pushed her sweater up over her boobs. Her hips started rocking on their own, like she was beginning to enjoy the feel of his cock stretching her open. He was in no hurry to let her get away. He liked the feel of her tight, warm body around his cock. 

"Ethan, baby? Do you make a lot of cum?" she whispered.

"Yeah. A lot."

She giggled.

"I like it when a guy fills me with his stuff. It gets me off," she said. Her voice was soft and breathy. Their lips touched lightly and she moaned.

She kissed him again and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her fingers pulled his hair. Her hips pumped a little harder and a little faster, and she was panting.

"Oh God. Ethan baby. Fuck me. Fuck me," she said with a soft moan.

He grinned, even though she didn't see it. He wasn't the one fucking her. His knee wouldn't let him move. She was the one fucking him. And it didn't take long before he was ready to cum. He let out a low groan and let it happen.

Michelle purred like a happy kitten.

"Oh yes Ethan. I can feel it," she said.

Her hips kept pumping, and then she laid her head on his shoulder and moaned into the side of his neck like she was cumming, too.

Her body trembled, then her knees gave out and her weight dropped to his lap. She let out a grunt.

"Ow. My knee," he said.

Michelle was looking at him with wide, frightened eyes.

"What happened?" he said.

"Your cock. Oh my God."

Her voice was weak and she blinked a few times. She lifted the front of her skirt. Her pussy was around the base of his cock.

"I can feel it up here, all the way up inside me. Oh my God," she said, and pressed into her bare belly with her fingers.

Ethan rubbed her back. Her whole body was warm and her face glowed. She was breathing hard like him, and her soft breasts were flattened against his chest. The throb of his aching knee returned.

"I never felt anything so deep inside me. I never felt so filled with a guy's cock. How come you're still hard? You should be fucking me, not Carrie," she said, and wiggled her hips.

He was about to tell her how hot Carrie was in bed when the door opened again with a loud creak. He turned to see who had caught them in that position. It was Karen. She had a look of shock in her eyes that quickly turned to anger.

"Ethan! What do you think you're doing?" she shouted.

Michelle lifted her head from his shoulder, and Karen put her closed fists on her hips and shook her head.

"Michelle Porter. How many times have I told you to leave the hockey players alone?" she said.

"I know Mrs. Duvek. I just-"

"I talked her into it. It was my idea," Ethan said.

"Never mind that both of you are too young to be doing this. Don't you think you're going to hurt your knee even worse?"

"It doesn't hurt right now," Ethan said. He grinned real big at his own joke, but Karen's face turned black.

"Michelle, I think you'd better leave now," she said.

Michelle pulled her sweater down over her tits and lifted herself from Ethan's lap. His wet cock slipped out of her pussy and a flood of sperm ran down the insides of her legs like she had pulled the cork out of a bottle. She wiped up a thick drop of cum and licked it off her finger.

"That was for me. I need good luck, too," she said, and picked up her panties.

She ran out with her tiny blue panties dangling from her hand.

Karen glared at Ethan, her hands on her hips. He hated the look of disappointment on her face. She sighed.

"We'd better get you cleaned up. If Coach Riley finds out I let one of his players have sex in the locker room, he's going to skin us both alive."

Ethan started to get up. Karen put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down.

"You stay put. I don't want you putting any more stress on that knee."

She went to the washroom area and came back with a wet towel. Her eyes watched his erection. For some reason, he was ashamed that she had to see it so hard and standing straight up, dripping with his cum and Michelle's juices. She crouched between his legs, put one hand around the shaft and wiped it down with the warm towel.

"You know, that was pretty dumb. You could get in a lot of trouble for doing that. She's only eighteen. What if you get her pregnant? You'd have to give up playing hockey," she said.

Karen lifted his penis out of the way and wiped the sticky juices that had dripped over his balls. He groaned. His hands squeezed the edge of the bench.

"Don't give me any of that crap. I'm not doing this to make you feel good," she said.

But her other hand squeezed around the middle of the shaft and moved slowly up and down.

"I know it's hard to resist when a pretty girl comes on to you, but you're going to have to try. All they're interested in is your cock ... I mean, what you have in your pants." She looked into his eyes, then at his penis. "You don't have to give in so easily."

She pumped his cock harder. He moaned from the back of his throat.

Her soft lips parted. Her eyes were fixed to the head. She leaned forward. Her eyes closed as her lips smothered the head, then encircled it and her jaw opened wide to take it into her mouth. She moaned. Her head moved back and forth, sliding the head over her wet tongue. Ethan gritted his teeth and groaned.

She yanked it out of her mouth and stared at it with wide eyes, panting.

"Oh my God. What did I just do?" she gasped.

"Don't stop, please," he said, touching her cheek.

She shook her head.

"I can't do this. It's so wrong, so wrong."

He turned her chin up. Her eyes were wide, like a frightened child.

"Just because it's wrong doesn't mean you shouldn't do it," he said.

"I know, I know. I could lose my job for this. I could get my husband fired."

He moved his left leg between her spread legs and pressed the top of his foot to her crotch.

"Ethan," she said with a gasp.

She grabbed his ankle, but instead of pushing it away, pulled it harder against her crotch, rubbing herself on his foot. She licked her lips, staring at his cock. Her puffy lips opened wide again and closed over the head, and her eyes stared up into his.

He groaned again. She was sucking him deeper. The head touched the back of her mouth and she gagged, but kept sucking in long, wet strokes.

"Oh ... oh man," Ethan groaned. He squeezed the edge of the bench in both hands, and he was cumming.

Karen's eyes opened wider. Her cheeks puffed out with the thick cum that filled her mouth.

The door of the locker room opened with a crash and the rest of the team burst in, shouting and screaming. Karen jerked her head back, spilling his cum down her chin, dropped his ankle, and stood up in a hurry. She looked around for somewhere to spit out her mouthful of cum. Ethan pulled the towel over his lap and pushed his penis down.

Dave appeared around the end of the lockers, followed by the coaches and the players, who went to their lockers. She swallowed and wiped her chin with the back of her hand.

"How's that knee doing?" Dave said.

He knelt beside Ethan and touched his knee to make sure the ice was still on.

"It's a little stiff," he said, and glanced at Karen. Her face turned deep red and she looked away.

Dave nodded. "We'll keep you off it for a few days." He looked at Karen. "Can you put some more ice on this, please?" he said, and went to check on another player.

She leaned over Ethan to unwrap the bandage.

"This never happened," she said, her voice low.

He nodded. "I'll remember that for the next time."

Her eyebrows crossed. "Next time?"

He rubbed the inside of her leg with his knee.

"I hope I get a chance to return the favor," he said. 



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 12



Finally, Ethan got off the bus, and he was on crutches. Pam's mouth fell open. Oh my God, he broke his leg. Her purse slipped from her hand. Mom was going to be pissed at him for doing something so dangerous. She bent down to pick up her purse and rushed to meet him.

"Ethan what happened?" she said. Her own voice sounded hysterical.

Karen and Dave, the team trainers, were helping him off the bus.

"It's just a sprain. I'll be fine," Ethan said.

Pam breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid it was broken or he tore a ligament or something terrible like that.

"We'll get him to the car and you just take him home," Dave said.

They helped him into his car on the passenger side, and Pam got in to drive. Dave gave him some instructions on how to take care of the knee. Pam noticed the way Karen was staring at Ethan with a familiar sparkle in her eye and smile on her lips.

Pam started Ethan's car and the engine roared to life. She loved to drive his GTO. The feeling of power made her tingle all the way down to her toes.

Before she could drive off, Michelle Porter leaned in Ethan's window and kissed him.

"Good night, Ethan. I hope you're feeling better," she said and smiled at him with those same sparkling eyes.

"I am. It doesn't hurt that much," he said.

"I'll see you later. 'Night, Pam," she said and rushed off with the other cheerleaders.

"Did you fuck her?" Pam said.

Ethan blushed and she knew the answer before he even said it.

"Yes."

"And Karen, did you fuck her, too?"

"No. She just gave me a blowjob."

"Oh, well that's a relief. I never knew you were so busy on these away games." She put the car in gear and drove off. "Carrie called. She's your girlfriend, remember her?"

"I remember. What did she want?"

"She probably wants you to fuck her, if you're not too busy fucking everyone else."

"Do you want me to stop fucking you, too?"

Pam hesitated. Did she really want that for the sake of her friend?

"Not yet," she said, hoping that would be enough.

Should she feel more guilty about making her own brother cheat on her best friend? But then, why should she feel guilty when he was already cheating on her with every girl who dropped her pants? She realized with a shock she was one of those girls who dropped her pants for him any chance she got.

"So you really fucked Michelle Porter?" she said.

"Yeah."

Pam nodded. "Was she good?"

"Pretty good."

"As good as me?"

"Are you kidding? No one's as good as you."

"Not even Carrie?"

"No, not even Carrie."

Pam grinned. It was nice to know she was a good fuck.

"I'm starving. Can you stop at McDonald's?" Ethan said.

"Sure."

She pulled into the McDonald's parking lot and parked in a spot under a lamp. The parking lot was busy, like usual on a Friday night. A few people in the parking lot jumped when she revved the engine. She got out to go inside and get dinner for Ethan. She saw a car she recognized and went over to say hi.

"Hey, Pam. What's up?" Stevie said.

Pam shrugged. "Not much. What're you doing?"

Stevie was a pretty girl with long, straight dark hair and she was in a car with three buff looking guys, obviously from out of town. Pam was sure Stevie would get fucked by one or more of them before the night was over. She leaned against the car to look in the window, hoping Stevie might be willing to spare a guy.

"Just hanging out. These guys picked me up. They're from Woodhaven. That's Mel and Leo," Stevie said, pointing to the two guys in the back. "They're brothers. This is Rod." She put her hand on Rod's crotch and squeezed. "Want to come with us and find out why?"

"I can't. I gotta get my brother home," she said.

"We can pick you up, right?" Stevie said.

"Sure," Rod said.

* * * *

Ethan knocked, but no one answered. The front door was open. He let himself in.

"Carrie?" he said.

He walked through the kitchen looking for Carrie or her Mom, but neither was there. His knee was still hurting and he walked with a limp.

The sliding glass door was open a crack. He looked out into the backyard. Claudia was way at the back, working in the garden. She was on her hands and knees, planting flowers, and she was wearing tight cutoff shorts. He watched for a few minutes, admiring the shape of her ass, then sat down to watch tv and wait for Carrie. He flipped through the channels until he found the hockey scores.

The sliding glass door opened and Claudia came in.

"Ethan, I didn't know you were here," she said.

She was wearing a thin tank top, soaked with sweat. The cutoff shorts were shorter and tighter than he first thought. Her plump breasts stretched the front of the tank top, and her nipples were hard points under the damp fabric.

"Carrie and I are going out tonight," he said.

He had to remember not to be overcome by Claudia's beauty. Carrie was the one he was trying to fall in love with, not her mother.

Claudia closed the door and went to the kitchen to wash her hands.

"Carrie won't be home for a little while. She's still at rehearsal. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Sure. Do you have a Coke?"

She got a can from the refrigerator, poured it into a glass and brought it to the living room. She leaned forward and held the glass out. Her hard nipples strained against the thin tank top.

"I remembered this time that you don't like ice in it," she said.

"Thanks," he said, and took a sip.

She sat on the sofa beside him and tucked her leg beneath her.

"Where are you two going tonight?" she said.

"We're gonna get some pizza and see a movie," he said.

He glanced at her, but tried not to stare. She was smiling. He could see her nipples through the tank top, and her legs were spread wide. His penis stirred in his pants and he shifted uncomfortably.

"You should have dinner with us tonight. I'm making lasagna," Claudia said.

He smiled. "We've been planning to go out all week."

"Are you going to take my daughter somewhere to make out?" she said. She leaned closer and lowered her voice.

"I might. I might do more than that."

Claudia's eyes looked down. She put her hand on his knee.

"More?" she said.

He shrugged. "Could be a lot more."

"More like what?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll lick her pussy."

Claudia's eyes lit up.

"Do you like to lick Carrie's pussy?"

"Yeah. She's got a sweet pussy."

Her hand moved up his thigh to the bulge where his erection stretched the front of his jeans.

"You have a hard-on, dear. Does Carrie like to suck on that as much as you like to lick her pussy?"

"Yeah. She really likes it in her mouth," he said.

Her hand rubbed the swollen ridge that stuck out against his leg. Her lips parted and she licked them with the tip of her tongue.

"Take it out for me. I want to look at it. Please?" she said.

He put his glass on the coffee table. Claudia watched every movement of his hands with her lower lip between her teeth. He opened his jeans and pulled out his erection.

"Oh, Ethan, it's so beautiful. I never get tired of looking at it," she said with a sigh.

He removed his hand and his cock stood up on its own, curved slightly to the left. The fat head was purplish and the thick veins along the length of the shaft pulsed in a steady rhythm. Claudia wrapped her hand around it and pumped slowly.

"Do you ever jerk off? I can't imagine that a stud built like you ever needs to jerk off," she said.

"Once in a while," he said.

She smiled. "Is this how you do it? I'll bet it feels better when I do it."

"It does," Ethan said. His own voice was choked in his throat.

"Is it better than when Carrie does it?"

"No."

Claudia's mouth fell open. "My daughter's better than me?"

"Carrie doesn't jerk me off. She says it's a waste of cum," he said.

"She's a smart girl."

She stared at his penis for a few moments while her hand moved up and down on it, like she was considering what he had told her. She tucked her knees under her and leaned closer. He could feel her breath on the head.

"Does she kiss it like this?" she said. She puckered her lips and pressed them to the head.

"Yeah, she does."

"Does she lick it like this?"

She stuck her moist tongue way out, touched it to the thick vein that ran along the bottom, and licked all the way up to the hole at the tip.

"Yeah, she does. She puts it in her mouth, too," he said.

"In her mouth?" Claudia said.

Ethan nodded. She stared at the head, opened her mouth wide and put it between her lips. She closed her mouth around it, moved her head up and down a few times, and sucked her lips off.

"Like that?" Claudia said, and wiped the saliva from her mouth.

"Just like that."

"I suppose next you're going to tell me she likes it in her pussy, too?" Claudia said. The head of his cock brushed her lower lip.

"Yeah, she really likes it in her pussy."

Claudia stood up in front of him and unfastened her shorts.

"Does my daughter's pussy feel good on that huge cock?" she said.

He snorted. "Are you kidding? She's got a tight, warm pussy."

Her shorts dropped to the floor at her ankles. She lifted each foot out. She was wearing tiny pink panties, which she slid down her legs and kicked off. She turned around and spread her legs over Ethan's lap. She bent forward at the waist, put her hands on his knees and stuck her ass out. Her pink pussy lips glistened.

"What do you think of my pussy?" she said.

He shook his head. "I don't know. Looks kind of tight."

Claudia squatted. The lips of her pussy hovered only an inch from the tip of his cock.

"Is Carrie tight?"

"She's very tight," Ethan said.

"I want to find out if I'm as tight as her."

She spread her lips with two fingers. Ethan put one hand on her ass and aimed his cock at the pink area between her pussy lips. She squatted more. The head of his cock touched her opening. She gasped and flinched like she'd been touched by an ice cube. She lowered herself again. The head touched her wet pussy and she pressed herself on it.

She whimpered. She let herself down a bit further. The huge head split her tiny hole open and disappeared inside her lips.

"Oh my God," she groaned.

She rested a second, then pressed herself down a little more. The shaft slid into her body very slowly and she moaned.

"Is Carrie as tight as me?" she said, panting. She looked back over her shoulder at him.

"You're tight. But you only got about half of it."

"I can't take it any deeper. It's too big," she said, and moved her hips up and down.

"Sure you can. Let me help," Ethan said.

He put both hands on her hips and pulled her down. Claudia screamed and tried to push herself off.

"Ethan, don't," she said.

He didn't listen. He pushed her hand away so she wasn't holding herself up. She screamed again. Her weight settled on his lap. Something popped inside her and his cock slid all the way in.

"Oh God ... Oh God, Ethan," she sighed.

She arched her back. Her soft ass was pressed on his lap. She sat back against him and her body was limp.

"You win. You're tighter than Carrie," he said. He pulled the damp tank top up and held her breasts.

She reached back and tangled her fingers in his hair. She looked down between her legs.

"I can't believe you made me take that whole thing. I can't believe it fit." She sat up, her hands between her legs on Ethan's knees, and moved her ass up and down. "God, I can feel it poking way up in here," she said and patted her belly. "If this is the way you've been fucking my daughter, I can see why she likes you so much."

She rode up and down, moaning softly, but his penis did not slide in and out, and she could only move a tiny bit. He moved both hands down to the flare of her hips and pulled her down.

"Oh, Ethan," she said.

Her back arched like a cat and she tilted her head way back. Her long, blonde hair brushed his face. He moved his hands back up to her tits and squeezed, lightly pinching her nipples. Her pelvis moved back and forth more rapidly.

He held her tits and moved his hips up and down. She arched her back just the way Carrie did when she had his cock in her. From behind, the two were almost indistinguishable. He couldn't wait. Sometime that evening he wanted to see Carrie from that position as well.

The front door opened. They both froze. They heard Carrie's voice shout, "Mom, I'm home", then her footsteps as she went up the stairs.

"Oh shit," Claudia hissed.

She tried to stand up and groaned. Ethan took his hands off her hips to let her up. She tried to get up again and groaned louder. She put her hands on his knees and pushed. He clenched his jaws and rolled his eyes back. Her vagina was clamped around his shaft like a vise.

"It's stuck. I can't get it out," she said. Her voice was hysterical.

"What do you mean it's stuck?" he said.

"I mean it's stuck. You have to get it out before she catches us like this."

She pushed herself up and Ethan groaned.

"I'm gonna cum," he said.

"No, for God's sake, Ethan, don't do that. You'll get me pregnant," Claudia whispered fiercely. She turned around as far as she could to look at him.

"I can't stop it," he said.

She tried to lift herself off again. Carrie's footsteps came down the stairs.

"Mom? Is Ethan here? I saw his car out front," she said from the hallway.

He groaned. This couldn't be happening. How did he get himself into this one? Claudia moved frantically up and down on him and his orgasm peaked. She groped and pushed, then groaned when his cock jerked and his cum gushed into her.

Carrie's footsteps stopped. Claudia stopped moving. He wanted to keep his eyes closed forever, but couldn't. He peeled them open slowly. Carrie was staring at them, her mouth open, a look of horror on her face. She was wearing her cheerleader outfit and all he could think was how sexy she looked.

"Mom, how could you? He's my boyfriend," she said.

"I'm so sorry, Carrie," Claudia said. She was still impaled on his cock.

Carrie shook her head, staring at Ethan. He wanted to say something, but had no idea what. She turned and ran out.

The door slammed. Claudia sighed. She tried to stand up, but his cock still wouldn't come out.

"Now what are we going to do?" she said.

Ethan stroked her hip absently. He couldn't imagine anything worse. He also couldn't imagine how he was going to fix it.



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 13



Ethan leaned back against the gym door to push it open. His equipment bag was slung over his shoulder and he carried his skates in his other hand. The sun had long since set. They were getting close to the playoffs and Coach Riley was working them harder in practice.

He dumped his equipment bag in the trunk of his GTO and slammed the lid. A car pulled up slowly behind him. He turned around. Claudia was in the car, waving to him. She rolled down the passenger side window.

"Get in," she said.

He looked around. The parking lot was empty. He opened the door and got in. She drove to the other end of the parking lot, out of range of the lights, and parked by the fence. She left the car running, but didn't speak for a long time.

"What's on your mind?" he said.

"I have news. I missed my period. I'm pregnant," she said.

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're the father," she said. 

His mouth hung open. "How can you be so sure it's me?"

Claudia looked away. "I think it might have something to do with the fact that you dumped a load of cum in my pussy."

"Yeah, but that was ..." He stopped. "Are you sure it's me?"

"You're the only man I've had sex with in the last six months. I'm pretty sure it's yours."

His hands rested limply in his lap. He couldn't make them move.

"What do you want me to do?" he said.

She let out a deep sigh.

"Nothing for now. Just let me take care of it. My husband's home tonight. I'll let him fuck me, then try to convince him it's his."

Ethan couldn't think of anything to say. It was hard to grasp the idea that he was going to be a father.

"I should do something," he said.

She put her hand on his knee.

"No, you should do nothing. You should forget about it. You can never have anything to do with this child. If anyone ever learned that you were the father, it would screw up all of our lives. Just forget about it."

"Just like that?" he said.

"Just like that."

He looked away, staring out the side window into the darkness with his hand on his chin. The baby was not yet born, and already he felt an overwhelming sense of loss.

"There's more. Carrie's getting married," Claudia said.

"What? Who?" he said.

"A friend of her cousin's. You don't know him."

"How can she get married? She's only eighteen."

Claudia shrugged. "She says she loves him. I think she's doing it to spite you, to spite both of us."

His sense of loss became a pit deep in his stomach. It was as if his entire world had caved in. The woman he loved had abandoned him for a guy she surely couldn't love, and he had only himself to blame.

Claudia's hand was still on his knee.

"You must feel awful about this," she said. Her hand moved down to his crotch and squeezed. "I can make you feel better."

He stared into her eyes while her hand rubbed his penis. He let his legs spread. His penis stretched down the leg of his jeans and swelled.

"We'd better not. This is how we got in trouble in the first place," Ethan said.

Her hand stroked a few more times before she took it away. In her face, he saw Carrie's face, and the hurt in her eyes was the hurt in Carrie's eyes.

"Whatever you say. I'll take you back to your car," she said, but she didn't sound convinced.

"That's ok. I'll walk."

"Ethan? She wants to invite you to the wedding," she said as he was getting out.

"Me? Why?"

She shrugged. "I have no idea. But you'll come, won't you?"

"I guess. When is it?"

"In six months. In June. She'll send an invitation."

He nodded. "I'll come."

"Good. Maybe by then I can talk some sense into her."

He got out and shut the door. Claudia drove off. He walked back to his car, all the way across the parking lot, glad for the bite of the cold air on his cheeks. It did nothing, however, to reduce the size of the erection in his jeans.

* * * *

Ethan parked across the street from the turn of the century inn. A small group of people was gathered outside, all dressed in formal clothes. The railing of the porch that ran the length of the building was strung with white flowers. All the men wore similar white flowers in their lapels.

It was a perfect spring morning for a wedding. He hated it. This was the last place he wanted to be. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, wishing Mom hadn't pulled the tie so tight, and crossed the street.

He recognized none of the faces in the group standing on the lawn and the sidewalks. They would all be Carrie's family, of course, or the family of the guy she was marrying. Nothing could have made him more uncomfortable.

The inside of the building was decorated with the same strings of white flowers. It was like a small museum of the city's history. The walls were covered with ancient black and white photos, and all the furniture was old.

The biggest room was lined with rows of chairs facing a podium at the far end. A few people milled outside the room. A woman came toward him and it took him a second to recognize her.

It was Claudia. She walked with a waddle. Her belly was huge. She was pregnant, of course. Never would he have believed he would see any woman carrying his child.

"Ethan, I'm so glad you came," she said, and touched his cheek. Her face was radiant.

"You look beautiful," he said. He looked down at her belly. "You're really gonna have a baby."

Claudia looked around. "Your baby. A son. I pray he's as gifted as his father," she said in a soft voice.

"What about your husband?"

She shook her head. "He was not pleased."

"Does he believe it's his?"

"No. He knows I slept with someone else." She was quiet for a second. "We're getting a divorce."

"What about the baby?"

"I'll raise it on my own. Don't even think about trying to help. You can't."

He swallowed hard. That was something he did want to think about.

Someone else walked toward him, a guy in a black tuxedo. He greeted Claudia with a smile and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Ethan, this is Brad. He's marrying Carrie today," she said.

"Hi, how you doing? I'm so glad to meet you. Carrie's told me a lot about you," he said. He thrust his hand out and shook Ethan's vigorously.

"She has?"

"Oh yeah. You're like a brother to her." He was grinning and shifted from foot to foot. "Can you tell I'm nervous?"

"No, not at all."

Brad laughed. "Well, I am," he said. He waved to someone across the room. "Excuse me," he said, and walked off.

They watched him go. Ethan's jaw clenched. That should have been him, waiting nervously for Carrie to come down the stairs, waiting to see her in her beautiful dress, practically glowing from within.

"He's a nice boy, but not too bright. I don't know what Carrie sees in him," Claudia said. She took Ethan's hand. "By the way, she's waiting to see you."

"Waiting to see me? What for?"

"Who knows with that girl anymore."

She waved at a young woman in a bridesmaid's dress with a corsage on her wrist. She came toward them. She had straight black hair, bright blue eyes, pale skin and high cheeks.

"Yes, Aunt Claudia?" she said. She looked at Ethan and smiled.

He smiled back. She looked about the same age as Carrie.

"Courtney, this is Ethan, Carrie's friend. She's waiting to see him. Could you take him upstairs, please?"

"Yes, Aunt Claudia."

Courtney took Ethan's hand and led him up the old, wooden staircase with the carved bannister.

Her hand was very soft. She didn't seem as old as she looked, but that was probably because of her family. Everyone in Carrie's family was younger than they looked. He couldn't help glancing at her legs. She was wearing sheer, pale hose under a very short skirt.

"Were you going out with Carrie last year?" she said.

"Yes."

"I thought so. I'm her cousin."

At the top of the stairs they went down a short hall to a door. Some people came out, a photographer, Carrie's father and others. Ethan greeted Carrie's father, but he was in a hurry. Courtney opened the door and they went in.

She crossed the room and sat in the chair in front of the dressing table. Ethan stood in the doorway, unable to move. Carrie was standing by the tall, wide window. The spring sun shined through the white lace curtains like the light from heaven. She was like an angel. The lacy parts of her white dress floated around her like a delicate mist.

"Ethan. I wasn't sure you'd come," she said.

"My God. You're ... beautiful," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Carrie blushed.

"Close the door," she said. She came around the bed and sat on the edge, shifting the huge skirt of her dress. "Sit down," she said, and patted the bed beside her.

He pushed the heavy oak door until it clicked, then sat beside her on the bed. Courtney was studying an antique mirror and hairbrush made of silver.

"You don't know how much I missed you," Carrie said.

She was looking deep into his eyes and he couldn't stand it. He had to look away. He stared down at his hands and fiddled with the tassels on the bed covering.

"I missed you, too," he said. Finally, he looked up. "Do you love Brad?"

"No. That's not the point."

"What is the point?" He glanced at Courtney. He was uncomfortable discussing this in front of her. "Why do you have to do this? You shouldn't marry him if you don't love him."

Carrie put her hand on his knee. "Ethan, I've already made up my mind. Brad is the one I've decided to marry and we're going to do it today."

He was quiet again, staring down at his hands.

"You got my Mom pregnant, didn't you?" Carrie said.

Ethan looked at Courtney. She was staring back.

"Yes."

Carrie took her hand away from his knee.

"How could you?"

He could hear the hurt in her voice and it broke his heart. He could not think of anything that would explain what happened that day. Her mother looked hot and he could not resist what his body told him to do.

"You were supposed to get me pregnant. That's how it was supposed to work out. I had it all planned. We were perfect together," Carrie said.

"I'm sorry."

"I know you are." Carrie brushed her hand through his hair. Her eyes were very soft. "I think my Mom did it on purpose."

"On purpose? Why?"

He glanced at Courtney out of the corner of his eye. She was listening for every word.

"I think she wanted to divorce my Dad and this gave her a good reason."

"That's pretty cold," Courtney said.

"That's my Mom. She can be that way sometimes," Carrie said.

She looked into his eyes again, never blinking. Her chest moved in and out with heavy breaths. Her hand moved from his hair to his neck to his shoulder. His heart was pounding.

"She's going to have to raise the baby all on her own," he said.

Carrie nodded. "It would be pretty hard to explain to my family if they knew you were the father." Her hand moved back to his knee.

"It won't be easy for her," he said.

He had to struggle to keep his eyes on her face. Her lacy dress was cut low in the front and the bodice squeezed her breasts together.

"She'll manage."

Carrie's voice was soft. Her eyes never looked away from his. Her hand moved slowly up his thigh.

"Ethan?" she said.

"Yeah?"

"This is going to sound like a silly question."

"Ok."

She squeezed his thigh. "Are you hard?"

He held her gaze for a long time, then glanced quickly at Courtney. She was leaning forward, waiting to hear his answer.

"Yes," he said.

Carrie's hand moved farther up his thigh and squeezed the end of his erection.

"Can I ask another question?" she said.

"Sure."

She hesitated before she spoke. "Will you make love to me one last time before I get married? I'll never have another chance to have this cock inside me. We've got to do it now."

"Yes," Ethan said.

He cradled her cheeks in both hands, tilted her head and kissed her. He lowered his hand and squeezed her tit. Carrie moaned and thrust her tongue into his mouth. Her hand rubbed the length of his cock.

"How are we going to do this?" he said.

Carrie looked at Courtney, then back at him.

"I can't take this dress off. My Mom had to sew me into it," she said.

"We don't have to take it off. We'll just lift the skirt," he said. He reached under the lacy skirt and touched her thigh.

She gasped. "I'll have to get on top. I don't want to wrinkle the skirt."

"Ok," Ethan said.

He laid back to open his pants. Carrie bunched the skirt up under her arms.

"Courtney, take my panties off, please," she said and raised her feet.

Courtney pulled her panties down her legs to her feet, then off. She looked at Ethan and her mouth fell open. He had pushed down his pants. His erection stood straight up.

"God, I miss having sex with you," Carrie said. She put her hand around his cock and pumped slowly.

She rolled on top of him, straddling him with her legs. The skirt spilled out like a flood of lace and cloth, covering his face. He pushed it aside. Carrie was trying to lift her skirt in the back. His cock was poking her ass, but he couldn't reach it.

Carrie looked over her shoulder.

"Courtney, could you help me with this, please?" she said. She pulled her skirt up and leaned forward.

"What do you want me to do?" Courtney said and dropped the lacy, white panties.

"Just put it in," Carrie said. She was panting.

Ethan stayed still. He could hardly move under the wide, heavy skirt. Courtney's warm hand closed around his cock. She squeezed and moved her hand up and down. He moaned.

"Courtney, don't make him cum. Just put it in me,"Carrie said.

"Sorry," Courtney said.

She bent his cock forward. The head touched Carrie's moist pussy. She moaned. It spread her lips and poked in. She bit her lower lip. Slowly, she straightened and let her weight settle on him.

Ethan squeezed his eyes shut as his cock pushed into her body. She was still very tight. It felt like it wasn't going to fit inside her. She whimpered and pressed herself down. Her knees pressed in on his hips. She leaned forward and kissed him.

"This is crazy, Ethan. I can't believe I'm doing this on my wedding day. My whole family is right downstairs," she said in a whisper, her lips grazing his ear.

"It's crazy but I don't care. Just fuck me," he said.

She moved up and down slowly. Her mouth was open but her eyes were closed. Both of her hands were on his chest. He had his hands on her slender waist. The dress was very tight and didn't allow her to move much. He moved his hands up and squeezed her tits.

"Oh, Ethan."

Courtney was watching. Ethan leaned to his left to see her. She was standing in the center of the room, staring, her lower lip between her teeth. Her left hand was pressing her lower belly through her dress.

Someone knocked on the door and they froze. From outside the room came a voice, Carrie's father.

"Pumpkin, we're just about ready for you," he said.

"I'll be out in a minute," she said. She looked down at Ethan and lowered her voice. "I'm getting married and he still calls me Pumpkin."

They stayed still. His hands were still on her tits. If her father opened the door, they would all be in trouble. Anyone on the other side of that door was certain to see them.

But the door didn't open. Carrie let out her breath.

"You have to cum, now. We don't have much time," she said.

"Don't worry. I'll get you to your wedding on time."

He thrust his hips up. She squealed and bounced on him. They rose and fell together. The bed was rocking and squeaking. She fell forward and buried her face in his neck.

"I'm cumming, Ethan," she said.

Her cunt tightened around his cock, pulling it as he pumped in and out. He groaned and came.

She moaned. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. He raised his ass off the bed to force his cock deep into her. She squealed again. Her hand rested on his shoulder. She was shivering all over.

"What's wrong?" he said.

She raised her head. She stared into his eyes, then smiled.

"Nothing. You made me cum. I knew you could still do it."

He brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"Everyone's gonna know we did it," he said.

"No they won't. Don't be silly," she said with a giggle.

"They'll know you got fucked. They'll see it on your face."

Carrie touched her cheeks. Her eyes grew wide.

"Do you think so?" She sat up, pushing herself down on his cock again.

"Your cheeks are all flushed."

Carrie twisted and looked at Courtney.

"Do I look like I just got fucked?"

Courtney nodded. She was grinning, too.

"Oh, shit," Carrie said. She lifted herself off of his cock and got off the bed. "I'm gonna be in so much trouble. I told Brad I'd never think about fucking you again. He's gonna know I lied."

Ethan propped himself up on his elbows. His cock was still stiff, but bent over to the side. A string of cum dripped from the tip to his belly. The air was cool and dried the shiny coating of cum.

"He'll be too nervous to notice. Only the two of us will know," he said.

Courtney was staring at his cock. She looked up to his eyes and nodded.

"Don't worry. It'll be fine," she said.

Carrie straightened her skirt then checked her hair in the mirror.

"Brad's never going to find out," she said. She stopped combing her hair with her fingers and looked at Ethan. "I can feel your cum leaking out."

"I hope Brad likes the taste of it," he said.

"What the hell was I thinking? I'm just gonna have to take a bath before I fuck him tonight," Carrie said.

Courtney held up her panties and she stepped into them. She pulled the panties snug to her crotch and let the skirt down, smoothing it in place with her hands.

Ethan stood up, pulled up his pants, and stuffed his stiff penis back in. Courtney watched out of the corner of her eye.

"I know what you should do. Spill champagne on yourself. Then you'll have to take a bath," he said.

Carrie's face brightened. "That's a great idea. I'll do it. Now you two have to get out of here."

Courtney followed him to the door and they went out. Carrie's father and the photographer went back in.

"I guess I'll go to my seat," Ethan said.

He turned to the stairway, but it was blocked. A couple of guys were bringing up a cushioned chair. Courtney slipped her hand into his and pulled his arm.

"Come on with me. I know another way."



Ethan and Carrie Ch. 14



Courtney led him down the opposite hallway and around a corner. At the end of the next hall was a door with a sign that said "stairs".

"We got here real early. I went through this whole building. I know every room. I know how to get anywhere," she said.

They went through the door. The stairwell was modern concrete with a round steel railing. The door swung shut with a soft click.

"This is like a secret stairway. Only we know about it and no one knows we're here," she said, her voice just a whisper.

"Yeah, well, I'd better get downstairs now," Ethan said.

Courtney had that look in her eye and the beginning of a smile on her face. He'd seen that look before. She'd already seen him with his pants down, had even put her hand around his cock. He was afraid if he stayed any longer, he might have to do something that would get them both in trouble.

He started down the stairs, but Courtney did not release his hand. Her smile was bigger, and she was looking deep into his eyes.

"Can I ask you a personal question?" she said.

"How personal?"

"Very personal."

His heart was pounding. She closed both hands on his and squeezed. He had one foot on the first step going down, and everything was telling him to keep going, everything but the stiffness in his pants that had not gone away since he got out of bed with Carrie.

"Ok," he said. He lifted his foot from the step and leaned back against the steel railing.

Courtney's face turned a bit red. She stared at the floor.

"When you were ... When you and Carrie were doing it back there ..." she said, then paused.

"Yeah?"

She looked up to his face. "Did it feel good when you, you know, when you put it up inside her?"

"Yeah, it felt good," he said.

His penis was fully erect again and pushed down the leg of his slacks. His eyes dropped to her chest, where the front of her cress was cut low. She was breathing deeply. Her flushed breasts strained under the tight dress.

"Carrie told me about you. I mean, she told me how big you ... how big your thing is," she said. Her eyes opened very wide. "I didn't believe it when she told me but she was right."

Ethan grunted and looked away. "Jesus, does she tell everyone about me?"

Courtney giggled and took a step closer.

"Are you still hard?" she said.

Her hand reached for the inside of his thigh and she flinched like she had been bitten when she touched his erection. She squeezed and rubbed her hand up the length.

"Courtney, are you a virgin?"

"No, I've done it with a boy, just once."

He put his hand over hers and held it on his erection, up at his crotch. Her mouth fell open.

"How old are you?" he said.

Courtney hesitated. Her face was down, but her eyes looked up to his.

"Eighteen."

"Oh my God," Ethan said. He released her hand and she took it away.

"Does that mean you don't want to do it with me?"

"I can't."

He couldn't stand the disappointed look in her eyes, any more than he could stand the unbearable ache between his legs.

"Don't you think it would feel good if you put it inside of me, too?" she said.

"I'm sure it would ..."

"Then let me show you. I know how to make a boy feel good. Carrie showed me."

She dropped to her knees and opened his pants. Her small hand snaked into his fly, feeling for his penis. His hands squeezed the steel railing. His body was rigid and trembling as her hand closed around his cock and pulled it out.

Her mouth hung open. Her chest was heaving. Her eyes grew wide as she breathed a deep, shaky sigh.

"It's beautiful," she said in a soft, breathy voice. Her eyes flickered and turned up to his face. She pumped her hand slowly back and forth. "Carrie told me that boys like a girl who puts it in her mouth. Do you want me to do that?"

He nodded.

She licked her lips. "I never did it before. Will you tell me if I do it right?"

He nodded again.

She raised his cock, holding it with both hands. She stared at the head, only inches from the end of her nose. Her lips puckered and she kissed the tip with a light smack. She licked her lips, swallowed, opened her mouth as wide as she could, and sucked in the head of his cock.

Ethan groaned. His knees suddenly felt weak and he had to use the railing to hold himself up. Her tiny mouth was warm and wet and soft.

Her teeth scraped the shaft and he winced.

"Ow, watch your teeth," he said.

Courtney took it out of her mouth. "Sorry. I can taste Carrie's pussy," she said.

He stared at her for a second before he realized what she had said.

"How do you know that?" he said.

She grinned. "I've tasted her pussy. She tasted mine, too." Her hand slipped under her skirt. "She knows how to make me feel so good."

Her hand moved back and forth under her skirt. She closed her eyes and moaned. Her other hand squeezed his cock. She had the sweetest look of rapture on her face, like she had searched her whole life for the true meaning of pleasure and finally found it.

She put his cock in her mouth again. Her red lips were stretched around it. She moved her head back and forth as much as she could, taking him a little deeper each time, while her hand moved faster between her legs and her moaning got deeper and deeper. 

Ethan squeezed his eyes shut. She was pretty good for her first time. She might make even him cum. Should he tell her before he shot in her mouth, or should he just do it and see if she liked it?

She was a little wobbly. Her hand was working furiously between her legs. She was squeezing his cock to hold herself up and to keep him in her mouth. She lost her balance, fell toward him and his cock jammed deep into her mouth.

Her eyes bulged out. His cock forced her jaw open very wide. The head pressed into the opening of her throat and she gagged. She snapped her head away and fell backward on her butt, coughing and wheezing.

"Courtney, are you ok?" Ethan said. He knelt beside her and held her up.

She coughed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"I just about ... just about choked myself," she said. Her voice was weak and she coughed again.

He helped her to her feet. She squeezed his arm. Her legs were shaky.

"I guess it was just a little bigger than I thought," she said and coughed again.

"Let's just forget about this and go downstairs. They'll be looking for you," he said.

"No, please."

"But I might hurt you. You just said yourself it was too big."

He started to put his penis back in his slacks, but she grabbed it and pushed his hands away.

"You have to, Ethan. You can't tell me no. I've been waiting for this."

He looked into her eyes. The desire was still there, brighter than ever, but so was a pleading he had not seen before in any woman. Was she begging him to fuck her? He touched her cheek.

"All right, if you're sure this is what you want."

She nodded. "Yes, I want this. I don't care how much it hurts," she said. Her hand moved back and forth on his cock.

She pulled her panties down and lifted her feet, leaving the tiny piece of lacy white fabric on the floor. She turned to the railing, pulled up the bottom hem of her short skirt, and leaned forward on the railing.

"Can you do it to me like this?" she said.

He stared at the pale, round cheeks of her ass. Between them, at her crotch, the delicate pink folds of her pussy were moist with her juices. Her lips seemed to part on their own, waiting for him. He slipped a finger between her lips and she moaned and wiggled her ass.

"Oh, yes, Ethan," she said with a gasp. She pushed herself back on his finger, rocking her pelvis.

He shook his head. Her hole was very tight. He could hardly fit his finger in. There was no way he could fit anything the size of his cock inside this girl, no matter how horny she was.

"Please, Ethan. Don't make me wait."

She looked so small, so delicate. Her back was arched in and her ass was pushed up. He took his finger from her pussy and lifted his hard cock, and couldn't believe he was doing this to her. This was what she wanted, though. It shouldn't matter how badly he wanted to give it to her.

He spread her pussy lips and touched the head of his cock to her wet opening. Courtney was purring, moving her hips slowly back and forth. She reached down between her legs and grazed his cock with her fingertips. She looked back at him out of the corner of her eye. The corners of her mouth were turned up, making shallow dimples in her cheeks.

Ethan pressed himself into her. She winced.

"Did that hurt?" he said.

She smiled. "No."

"Ok," he said, but he was not convinced.

She seemed surprised by the pain and he doubted she was as prepared as she imagined. He would take it slowly, and when she decided she could not bear the pain anymore, he would stop and they would just go downstairs.

He held his cock with one hand, held her trembling hip with his other, and pushed. She flinched, but said nothing. Her hands were squeezing the railing and her knuckles were white.

The head wouldn't go in. He pushed harder. She whimpered and laid her forehead on her arm. Her body was tense. Her pussy finally stretched open and the head of his cock went in.

Courtney muffled a scream between her squeezed lips. He stayed still, stroking the small of her back just over her ass.

"Are you all right?" he said.

"It hurts," she said. She was sobbing.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

She didn't answer. She was quiet for a long time. Her body did not stop trembling. He still had just the head of his cock inside her, but neither of them was moving.

She wiped her eyes and looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Yes, I'm sure," she said.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said.

"Do you want to make me cum?" she said in a soft whisper.

"Yes."

She pushed herself back on his cock and winced. It went an inch deeper.

"I wanna make you cum, too."

She moaned softly. He could just hear her gentle voice over the organ music from the floor below. She was moving her ass back slowly and carefully, working his shaft into her body.

Ethan stayed still, leaning forward to provide some pressure. He was in no hurry to force himself into her and was content to let her work at her own pace. He stroked her hip slowly to calm her and reassure her, as if she was being bred for the first time.

He moved his hand under her arm to her breast, and squeezed. Courtney arched her back deeper.

"Fuck me ... Fuck me," she said in a whisper.

He moved his hips back and forth. She bit her lower lip and hung her head, moaning. He held her hips in both hands and pushed his cock forward. Her head came up, tilting way back.

"Oohhh," she sighed.

His cock slid into her until he hit bottom. His belly was pressed against the soft cheeks of her ass. He stopped, stroking her sides under her dress. Her hands were locked around the railing and her arms were shaking.

"It's in, Courtney. It's in," he said. He leaned over her back and whispered in her ear.

"Oh my God, Ethan, it feels like it's splitting me open."

"Does it hurt?"

She shook her head. "Not much."

He started pumping his hips, pulling her back as he pushed himself forward. She whimpered.

"I'm gonna fuck you now. I'm going to make you cum," he said.

She nodded again and looked back at him. Her lips were squeezed shut in a thin line.

He went slowly, very slowly. His own jaws clenched together and his eyes rolled back in his head. She was incredibly tight, like a clamp around his cock, a warm, wet clamp from the tip of the head to his balls. She was too tight for it to slide in and out. When he pumped his hips, her whole body moved with him.

Each time he pushed forward, she moaned. Her voice echoed off the bare concrete walls. He hoped no one stepped into the stairwell on the floor below, maybe to have a cigarette. They would hear her moans and it wouldn't be too hard to figure out what was going on. He didn't need to get caught fucking Carrie's cousin.

She raised her head to look back at him. Her mouth hung open, her eyes were glazed, and she was panting.

"Make me cum, please, make me cum," she said.

He was panting himself. He didn't have the breath to answer. His cock was moving in and out a little more easily. He was pumping faster, squeezing her hips. She was fucking, too, pushing her ass back and grinding side to side. She reached back to feel his cock sliding in and out.

He was going to cum and it was going to be good, but he couldn't do it before her. She was the one who went through all the trouble to get that far. He couldn't deny her that pleasure when she was so close.

She hung her head again. Her body spasmed and shuddered. She moaned out loud and he put his fingers over her mouth before someone came to find out who was making all the noise. Her teeth bit into his fingers. Her cunt clenched around his cock and her body became limp as it shook. Her hands still held the railing, but he put his arm around her waist to hold her up.

Then he was cumming. He tossed his head back and grunted. His cock throbbed inside her over and over, like it would never stop. He pumped as hard as he could until he had no more energy, but still it continued to throb.

Courtney's body stopped shaking.

"God, I can feel it, Ethan. I feel you cumming inside me. It's so good," she said.

They were moving together slowly. Their fluids made a squishing noise and leaked out around his cock. The fluids made her hole a little more slippery, but her body still rocked back and forth with each tug and push of his hips. She twisted around and put her hand on his arm.

"You fucked me, Ethan."

"Did you cum?"

She nodded and smiled, with the tiny dimples in her cheeks. Her eyes were sleepy, like she had just awaken from a deep dream.

"I never came before when I was doing it," she said.

"I'm only your second time, right?" Ethan said. Courtney's eyes turned down. She blushed and nodded. "See? The first time I'll bet you were just trying too hard."

He tried to let his cock fall out of her, but it wouldn't slide out on its own. She was still too tight, even with the thick, white cum leaking out. He put both hands on her ass to push himself away. It came out slowly, a little bit at a time. The head finally emerged with a soft pop, followed by a flood of cum from between her puffy, tender pussy lips.

Courtney groaned. His cum dribbled down the insides of her legs to her ankles. She tried to straighten up and grabbed Ethan's arm, squeezing.

"Oh God. I'm so sore," she said.

Her skirt slipped down over her ass, but her legs were still spread wide. She was holding him with both hands, one on his arm, the other on his shoulder, leaning on him with all her weight.

"I don't think I can walk," she said, her face pressed against his shoulder.

He put his arms around her waist.

"What are you gonna do if you can't walk down the aisle with Carrie?" he said.

She shook her head. "I don't know. I don't know."

She reached down for his cock, which hung from the front of his pants. It was still somewhat hard and was covered with shiny, sticky fluids. She closed her fingers around it and moved her hand back and forth.

"Can we do it together again?" she said, looking up to his eyes.

"Sure, any time you want."

She let go of his cock and licked her fingers.

"Good." She stepped back, steadying herself on her shaky legs like a newborn colt taking her first steps. "I have to get back to Carrie now. Do you think she's gonna know we did it?"

Ethan studied her for a second before he answered. Her skin was flushed from head to toe, giving her a fresh glow like the morning sun, her short dress was wrinkled around her waist, the insides of her legs were stained with trails of cum, her hair was tangled, and her eyes and lips were puffy.

"Yeah, she's going to know."

"What should I do?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it," he said. He wanted to tell her not to let her parents see her like that, though. They might come after him with a gun.

"I'll see you later, then, at the reception. Carrie's gonna let me have some champagne," Courtney said as she started down the hall.

Ethan rolled his eyes as he fastened his slacks and straightened his jacket. That was just great. With a little alcohol in her, she would be all over him.

He started down the stairs. Something on the floor caught his eyes, a flimsy piece of white fabric. He picked it up. It was her panties, still reeking with the smell of her moist pussy. He stuffed them in his pocket. When she found him later that night, after a glass or two of champagne, he would probably have a chance to help her put them back on.

Claudia found him as soon as he got downstairs. Her face was beaming. She rushed to him as fast as she could in her pregnant waddle. He could not take his eyes off her belly.

"Oh Ethan, Ethan, I'm so happy for Carrie," she said. She squeezed his arm. "I just saw her upstairs. She's so excited she's practically glowing."

She hesitated and sniffed. Her expression changed. She leaned close to him and lowered her voice.

"You smell like cum. Did you just have sex with someone?" she said.

"Yes."

She was quiet for a few seconds, staring at his face.

"Was it Carrie?"

He could not look in her eyes. "Yes."

She released his arm.

"Ethan, how could you? This is her wedding day."

Ethan shrugged. "I couldn't resist. She was just so horny."

"Of course she's horny. She's going to get laid tonight. She's supposed to fuck him, not you," she said, pointing to Brad. Her eyes softened and she touched his cheek. "It's just as well. Maybe you'll get her pregnant, too. Then we can both bear children for you. I'd rather it be your's than his." Her other hand rested on her belly.

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. He was too stunned to move. The ushers directed people to their seats, and sat him a few rows behind Claudia. As the organ began, she turned to look to the back of the room and caught his eye. He turned, too. The first person he saw was Courtney, then Carrie, escorted by her father. Both girls glanced at him as they passed. His head spun. The possibility of what he'd got himself into made him dizzy. What would Pam think if it turned out he'd fathered children with all three?