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Carol's Joy is Boys Ch. 01

By: frantheman12



Carol Maples glanced at the speedometer and eased the pressure of her dainty foot on the gas pedal. A speeding ticket would be all she required to make the waning day a complete disaster. Even the elements seemed to have joined in some mysterious conspiracy to complicate what she had thought would be the simplest conclusion to a rapidly deteriorating marriage. In the southwest, surging like an angry sea, storm clouds advanced with frightening and deep-throated rumblings, sending out jagged streaks of lighting, causing the radio to crackle with irritating frequency.

If only there had been some area of possible cooperation, she remained herself she would have been willing to give Harry another chance. But, after two years of listening to his rasping snores while she laid fingering her hungry cunt in a desperate bid for some measure of relief, any attempt at reconciliation seemed utterly useless. At thirty-two, Carol was married to a man who had screwed her exactly four times, pouring his semen into her greedy vagina after only a dozen ineffective thrusts of his semi-hard penis.

Last night, finding her need becoming almost painful in its intensity, she had pleaded with him to let her bring him to an erection with her mouth, an act he had never before permitted. His reaction had been almost violent, accompanied by a lurid verbal description of her effort as a perversion, which would be employed by only the sorriest of whores.

After a restless night on the living room couch, Carol had prepared their breakfast without comment. Then, as soon as Harry had departed for the office, she had hurriedly packed two large suitcases, called the bank and arranged to withdraw her considerable savings, loaded the bags in the trunk of the big Lincoln and headed north to the highway before turning west.

She paused for lunch at a roadside diner, ignoring the admiring stares of the males and the envious glares of their female companions. Carol knew that her tight blouse showed every curve of her high firm breasts, betraying the absence of any bra by the bold thrust of her pronounced nipples. She was also conscious that the donned skirt barely covered her well-rounded ass, revealing the tanned perfection of columnar thighs and tapered calves, an enticing display which she accentuated by letting her buttocks sway with an uninhibited rhythm as she walked.

Admittedly, she wondered how many cocks had stiffened as their owners watched her entrance. But her personal bitterness diluted the interest to one of casual concern. Back on the highway, she admitted the lack of any real plan. She was headed west. If she continued on her present course, she would end up in Nashville where her sister Bonnie lived with her two teenage children. It had been several years since her last visit. Since then, Bonnie and Raymond had separated, leaving the kids, Noreen and Danny, with their mother.

Carol remembered them as awkward youngsters, but she realized that time had transformed them into individuals she would probably not even recognize. Noreen would be fifteen, while Danny would be approaching his eighteenth birthday. It seemed impossible that the years could have sailed by so rapidly. Christ! It seemed like only a few months ago that she had accepted Harry Maples' proposal, justifying it with the belief drilled into her by her mother: If a woman wasn't married by the age of thirty, she would be considered either a whore or a lesbian.

Carol was neither of these, but she had enjoyed the sexual calisthenics of more partners than she could readily recall. Nor had she failed to investigate the possibilities of achieving release with one of her own gender. Regardless of the social stigma attached to such activity, she could find nothing wrong with two people doing anything, which made them feel good. However, once she married Harry, she had limited her satisfaction to the skilled caress of her own fingers. Grateful for her oversized clit, which permitted her to jack herself off almost, like a man.

Easily guiding the big car with one hand, she slid the other between her warm thighs, pressing the thin rayon against the pouting lips of her hungry cunt. Damn! She was already wet down there! Her mind painted a vivid picture of an impossibly huge cock, long, hard and thick, its crimson head poised at the exact point where her fingers massaged the sensitive labia, causing her ass to squirm on the yielding seat. It had been too long, she reminded herself, since she had really been fucked! Harry's clumsy and swift mountings had done nothing but increase her desire. What she needed was a man who could ride her until her pussy was completely satisfied.

Ahead of her, standing with an arm extended and thumb jutting in supplication, she saw a small figure. Growing in size as the car ate up the separating distance. Before she realized what she was doing, her foot had tapped the brake pedal. Slowing the big Lincoln until she could get a better look at the would-be hitchhiker. Hell! She murmured to herself. He was only a kid. Sandy-haired, muscular, but with an innocent face that calmed the usual fear she felt at the thought of picking up a stranger on the highway. She brought the Lincoln to a halt a few yards beyond the lad, pulling onto the level shoulder of the road and watching the rear view mirror as the youngster loped toward her on tanned bare legs. His jeans, which were cut into shorts that hugged the narrow hips with a tightness that displayed an astonishing, bulge at his crotch.

Carol had already estimated his age at about sixteen. If she was right, it was impossible that the massive mound could be real. He must, she thought with a grin, be wearing one of those gadgets that made every man look like a stallion. The youth halted beside the car, shifting the small canvas pack from his shoulder as his fingers reached for the door's handle. Carol flicked the switch that unlocked the doors, waiting until the boy had opened the heavy hinged panel before she spoke.

"Where're you going?" She found her eyes examining his broad shoulders and narrow hips with increasing admiration. With his unruly blond hair and ready smile, he seemed even younger than she had first thought. But his body was that of a man. It was even possible, she mused, that the provocative bulge at the junction of those powerful thighs was the real thing. If so, it would be a formidable weapon. The possibility increased the dampness of her own crotch and Carol patted the seat beside her.

With an answering grin, the youth swing his pack into the back seat and slid in beside the older woman pulling the door closed before answering. His voice was reassuringly soft and laced with a pronounced accent that betrayed his Southern origin. "Just anywhere, ma'am," he said, leaning back against the soft upholstery and stretching his tanned legs. "As long as its west." His gaze drifted over the expanse of bare thighs where Carol's skirt had drifted upward with her recent self-caressing.

"I'm going to Nashville," Carol offered. "Is that far enough?" 

"Couldn't be better," he answered, the grin broadening. "I got a few friends in the music business there. Maybe I can sell some of my songs." Carol set the Lincoln in motion, not bothering to pull her skirt down. Hell! It was good to have someone admire her legs.

Lighting sawed a jagged path through the menacing clouds, followed by a peal of thunder that made Carol's body jerk. Jiggling her firm breasts and raking the sensitive nipples against the clinging blouse. She could feel the boy's eyes follow the provocative motion and found the prominent nubs swelling under his visual caress.

"Looks as if I came along just in time," she said, aware that her voice was more husky than usual. "Those clouds are really black."

The lad shrugged, shifting his bare legs, brushing his knee against her right thigh and causing her muscles to tighten at the momentary contact. The sensation seemed to drive up her lush flesh and burrow into the hungry dampness of her crotch, creating a tremor of painful need in the plump-lipped cunt.

"I kind of like the rain," the youth said. "Especially at night. The sound of rain on the roof turns me on."

Carol shot him a questioning glance. "Turns you on?" she repeated, clamping her thighs together in an effort to still the demand of her ripe young body. "How?" His eyes met hers before she could turn her attention back to the highway, the brown orbs displaying innocence she found both disquieting and arousing. It was, she mused, like being eighteen again and exchanging remarks with a boy who was dying to get his hand between her legs and his finger into the hot, little slit that could squeeze it with a slippery grip that promised pleasures beyond his wildest dreams-if he succeeded in slipping his throbbing cock into the pulsating corridor of her skilled pussy.

"I guess I shouldn't have said that," he murmured. Dropping his eyes and lacing his fingers together over his bare thighs. Unobtrusively, his heavily tanned forearm pressed against the ridge of his semi-hard cock. "I hope I didn't offend you ma'am."

"Don't be silly!" Carol soothed. "And don't call me ma'am." She shot another quick look at his handsome face, almost smiling at the flush that crept upward from his open collar.

"Heck, no!" he corrected. "Your so beautiful I hadn't even thought about how old you are." The forearm was moving, sliding over the bulging outline in his faded shorts, slowly and carefully.

"That's sweet," Carol smiled. "But I'm still a lot older than you. You couldn't be more that seventeen."

"I'm eighteen, but I have a baby face so everyone seems to think I'm sixteen." He seemed to realize the seriousness of his admission and he slid farther back on the seat, his forearm pressing harder over the increasingly huge roll of his hidden prick.

"If your afraid I'll cause any trouble you can drop me off," he blurted. Carol lifted her shoulders, fully aware of the resulting thrust of her full breasts. "I'm not worried," she assured him." It seems we're both running away from something."

"I haven't done anything wrong." he added hastily. "I just got tired of the scene at home. My old man can't understand the way I feel about things, so I just split. I don't think he cares enough to look for me."

"Sounds like we're both in the same boat," Carol remarked. "I left my husband for pretty much the same reasons."

Another flash of lighting ripped the sky and the thunder was almost deafening. Carol shuddered and clenched the wheel more tightly. She hated to drive in the rain, and the clouds threatened to unleash their contents at any moment.

"I think we'd betted find a motel pretty soon," she said impatiently. "When the rain starts, I'll probably last all night." The boy nodded. "I don't blame you," he said in a soft voice. "Maybe I can catch another ride before it gets too bad."

"Hey!" Carol exclaimed. "I thought you wanted to ride all the way to Nashville."

"I'd like to," he answered. "But I don't have any money for a room." He hesitated. "Unless you'd let me sleep in the car?" He answered.

"You'll do nothing of the kind!" Carol assured him. "You'll have a room just like mine." She halted his protest before it could emerge, her right hand falling with pretend carelessness to the warm hardness of his muscular thigh. Her fingers rested lightly, then pressed with urgent familiarity as they felt the heat of his naked flesh.

Again the searing shudder of desire washed through her belly, centering in the cleft of her long denied cunt and drawing the wet vaginal juices toward the flexing entrance. She tried to make her voice casual, but the words spilled out in a sensual rush.

"I'd feel a lot safer if I knew you were close by." she said. "In fact, I wish you could stay in the same room." She was surprised at her own boldness and the thinly veiled invitation in the simple statement. She felt his strong fingers cover her hand, pressing it closer against his naked thigh. Deliberately, she reversed her palm, twisting her fingers in his and shivering as they tightened.

For the first time, she surrendered to the image of his young body, naked and bronzed, mounting her own welcoming curves. His hard cock poised with its swollen head ready to force its way into her slippery pussy. A little moan of anticipation escaped her full lips. The lad squeezed her fingers, drawing them upward along his thigh in an unintentional reaction that pressed the back of her hand against the hardness inside his bulging shorts. Almost as quickly as it was accomplished, he released his grip, moving farther away from her as he realized what he had done.

"I ...I'm sorry!" he said in a near whisper. "I didn't mean to do that. Its just that you're so pretty and nice.... and everything."

Carol's hand turned, her palm rubbing and estimating, moving over the full length of his prick before retreating with unhurried ease to the wheel of the Lincoln. She sucked in a deep breath.

"Don't apologize," she said huskily, "It's all right."

"Did.... did you mean it about the same room?" he persisted.

"Why not?" she asked. "I can always register us as mother and son." She flashed him a wicked smile. "That is, if you don't mind pretending."

"I wish you were," he said forcefully. "My mom's a real square. She won't even let me run around the house without a shirt. She says it's vulgar."

"Everybody has some kind of a hang-up," Carol reminded him. "Maybe she can't help being like that."

"Yeah," he murmured. "But she wants everybody else to be like her."

Carol spotted a roadside sign and indicated it with a nod of her head. "You'd better give me your name," she grinned. "Unless you want me to invent one."

"Randy," he supplied. "Randy Traynor. It's really Randolph, but I hated that."

She held out her hand, and then suddenly dropped it to encircle his straining erection with a quick squeeze, surprising herself with the boldness of the act. "I'm Carol Maples," she supplied. "So let's make it Randy and Carol. Okay."

The lad's body stiffened, his hips bucking upward as her fingers maintained their exciting pressure. He licked his lips and drew in a sharp breath.

"Like that?" Carol murmured, using her free hand to steer the Lincoln into the circular drive that led to the motel's office. Randy gave an unintelligible sound, jamming both hands down against her pleasurable grip, moving his buttocks in an effort to slide his thick shaft through the warm grip. Carol felt the increased stiffening and hardening aiding the lad's movement by a slow sliding that permitted a quick exploration of the swollen head of his cock.

"Yes!" he blurted, staring down at his lap, his face a coloring with embarrassment even as his pelvis worked higher. "It never feels that good when I do it."

Carol braked to a stop without lifting her hand. Uncertain as to just why she had made the initial approach, she now found herself possessed by a demand that she could no longer resist. His words suddenly penetrated the fog of lust in her whirling brain, their meaning making her tighten her grip on his throbbing prick.

"Randy," she said, spacing her words to hide the breathlessness she was sure had crept into her voice. "Are you telling me that this is the first time a woman has ever touched you there?"

The boy nodded. "I guess you think that's kind of dumb," he muttered. "I told you about my folks. They never let me do anything."

"You mean you've never been with a girl?" Carol was unable to hide the note of excitement in the question. "I've only kissed a few," he admitted. "That's all."

She forced her fingers to release there promising prize, her hand trembling as it climbed back to the wheel. The hunger in her cunt was becoming unbearable, and she could feel the labial lips pulsating as the heat and wetness spread. Damping her panties and sending little shivers down her lush thighs.

"Just wait right here, Randy," she told him. "I'll register and arrange for dinner to be sent to the room." She nodded toward the pack he had placed in the rear seat. "Do you have any clothes back there?" 

"Nothing I could wear in the dining room," he said still refusing to meet her eyes. His hands still covering his bulging crotch, uncertain and nervous. "All I want is a sandwich." Carol flipped the door handle and climbed out of the car, holding the door open, as she spoke, "You won't run away?"

Randy's head turned, his face tense, "After what you just did? I don't want to ever leave." She deliberately rolled her deliciously curved ass as she crossed the concrete, knowing that his eyes were following the suggestive motion, and the thought of his reaction increased the hot seeping between her flexing thighs.

The desk clerk, a myopic and bald fat man, ogled her from behind his thick-lensed spectacles, a red tongue flicking across the thick lips as she shoved her pointed breasts over the desk top giving him a good look down the front of her deeply cut blouse. There was no difficulty registering as Ms. Carol Maples and her son. She handed the clerk one of the half dozen credit cards from her small purse, suppressing a smile as he tried to sneak another look at her enticing boobs. She was also amused at the irony of having Harry pay the bill for the room. It would serve him right, she mused. After all, because of his lack of consideration, she was two years behind in her fucking.

Signing the white rectangle with a bold flourish, she felt a little surge of satisfaction. If the boy in the car lived up to her expectations, he would make up for at least a part of the pleasure her marriage had denied her. Her thighs tightened in anticipation. Not only was the youth equipped with a cock much larger than Harry's, but also he was a virgin. For the first time in her thirty-two years, Carol realized how a man must feel when a beautiful young girl offered him her hot little pussy for the first time.

Quickly and deftly, she ordered two steaks with all the trimmings sent to the room. Then, as an after-thought, she added a request for a fifth of gin and a large pitcher of orange juice. The desk clerk nodded, jotting down the order on a small pad. He looked up, his eyes pausing to caress her outlined nipples. "What is that drink called?" he asked hesitantly.

Carol leaned forward, resting her tits on the desktop and speaking in a low, seductive voice. "It's made with sloe gin," she purred. "They call it a Slow Screw."

Chapter Two

Parking the Lincoln in front of the neatly numbered door, Carol waved a hand at the boy's pack. "Let the luggage go for now," she said. "We can bring it in after dinner."

Randy shrugged his broad shoulders in agreement. He slid out of the car, punching the lock button before closing the door and following Carol into the comfortably furnished room. His blue eyes swept across the red carpet and the matching spread on the larger of the two beds. Without turning, he closed the door behind him and switched his gaze to Carol's flushed features as she stood in the center of the room. Her own eyes roving up and down his muscular body, dwelling with increased interest on the magnificent bulge in his frayed shorts.

"Come here Randy," she said in a soft voice, standing almost motionless as the boy crossed the intervening space and stood facing her. Close enough for her to feel the aura of desire she had created in his youthful loins.

"Would you like to kiss me?" she asked simply.

"I'm.... I'm not very good at it," the boy said hesitantly. "Like I told you, I've only kissed a few girls. You'll have to tell me if I do it right." Her hands lifted, fingers pressing his narrow waist, drawing him closer. "Just do what you want to do," she whispered. "I'll give you a grade after we're through."

Randy's arms went about her, clumsy but eager, closing the few inches that separated them. Carol's tits yielded to his powerful chest, the nipples seeming to leap to attention as they felt the heat of his body through the thin shirt and her equally thin blouse. His mouth fastened over her parted lips and his hips shoved that delightful hardness against her prominent cunt mound. Moving with a slight rubbing that dragged a moan from her throat and sent her tongue darting between his teeth to explore the sweet taste of his young mouth.


Carol's Joy is Boys Ch. 01



Carol's hands slid around and down, cupping the taut muscles of his squirming ass, her own hips jamming the pulsating labial lips about the outlined shaft of his cock, testing its rigidity with a sensual grinding that caused the youth's body to shiver in uncontrollable response. He was sucking her wiggling tongue, catching it with gentle nips of his white teeth. His own oral muscle flailing in rapid caressing. There was a wet, vacuuming sound as Carol forced her head back, released his lip but keeping her pelvis jammed tightly against his rearing prong. She smiled into his glazed eyes.

"For a guy who's never loved a woman up," she said breathlessly, "you really know how to kiss." 

"It's your tongue," he answered in a near whimper. "It tastes so good and feels so.... so sexy!"

Carol squeezed his hard muscled ass, jamming her cunt cleft over the throbbing arc of his cock. "Why don't you say what you mean, sweetheart?" she murmured. "A woman likes to hear things like that."

"You want me to talk dirty?" he asked hesitantly.

"Will you?" she nodded. "I don't think it's dirty. They're just words that people use when they're really turned on."

"I didn't mean it that way," Randy said hurriedly. "It's the way I've been taught by my folks. If you want me to, I'll use all the words I know."

Carol tilted her head forward, her tongue reaching out to flick lightly and seductively across the curve of his parted lips. "Tell me what you want to do, Randy," she whispered. "Hurry1 They'll be He took a deep breath; his chest expanding to massage her already excited nipples, the swollen tips aching to feel his touch without the barrier of clothing that separated their bodies. He closed his eyes, his forehead furrowing with the effort.

"I want to fuck you," he said in a hoarse voice. "I want to shove my prick into your hot cunt and fuck the living hell out of you."

Carol gave his ass another squeeze. "That's the way," she encouraged. She moved her torso, raking her pointed boobs back and forth across his heaving chest. "How about my tits?"

"I want to see them naked," he told her, his tone more confident. "I want to play with them and suck them." 

She hugged him then, her face cheek to cheek with his and her warm breath fanning his ear. "Don't say anymore, sweetheart," she warned. "I'm already sopping wet. If you say another word, I'll come right in my panties!"

Steeping back, Carol fluffed her hair and turned to study her reflection in the mirror above the small dressing table. She was glad she hadn't been wearing lipstick, for it would have been difficult to explain the smears after registering the handsome youth as her son. She eyed Randy's reflection with a mixture of amusement and admiration.

"You'd better get in the shower," she admonished. "You'll never be able to hide that hard-on."

Randy's face colored, but he managed a weak grin. "I can't help it. You're just so pretty."

A polite tapping on the door sent him scurrying into the bath, and Carol waited until she heard the shower before crossing to admit a uniformed waiter with a heavy tray. The man's stare centered on her breasts, the nipples still distended from her brief petting session with Randy. And she shoved them foreword as she accepted the tab and pen. Signing her name with a little smile and a tip to the indicated total.

She had just closed the door and checked the double lock when Randy called from the bathroom "Toss my pack in here, will you."

"Wrap a towel around you," she called back. "You don't need any clothes."

Arranging the food on a circular table near the heavily draped window, she watched Randy emerge from the shower, his torso bare. But his hips and thighs hidden beneath a fluffy towel, the front shoved outward by his still erect cock. A light growth of blond hair sprinkled his chest, accentuating the heavy pectoral muscles and spreading down to where the towel circled his lithe waist.

"I'll shower after we eat," she said, indicating the chair opposite her with a brief nod. "Come on, let's dig in."

As they ate, Carol told him of her reason for leaving Harry, and Randy amplified his earlier explanation of his parents' unrealistic attitude toward sex. Over the after meal coffee, Carol nodded at the bottle of gin and the pitcher of orange juice the waiter had placed on the dressing table.

"Mix us a couple of big drinks while I take a quick shower," she suggested. Then she added, "Have you ever tried gin and orange."

He shook his head. "Just a few beers," he said. "But it sounds good." Blowing him a kiss with the tips of her fingers, Carol headed for the shower, slipping out of her skirt and blouse and grinning down at the soaked crotch of her panties. She couldn't remember when her pussy had been so damned wet and eager.

She showered quickly, drying her curves with a little shiver as the towel touched her aroused nipples and the silken triangle at the junction of her shapely legs. Running her fingers through her black hair, she draped another towel about her, just covering her firm breasts. The bottom reaching barely past her eager crotch.

Randy's glass was already half empty, and he stared at her over the rim as she re-entered the room, his eyes drinking in the slender beauty of her long legs and trim ankles.

"I hope it was all right to take a few sips," he said "It looked so good, I just couldn't wait."

"Of course it's alright," she answered, picking up the frosty glass and taking a long swallow of the delicious mixture. Her eyes watered as the gin trickled down her throat.

"Damn!" she exclaimed, "How much gin did you put in these?"

"Almost a full glass," he answered. "There's just a little bit of orange juice. Did I make them wrong?"

"They're delightful," she grinned. "How do you like them?"

"They sure don't taste like beer," he smiled back, his eyes following her as she walked over to take cigarettes and lighter from her purse. "Could I have one of those?"

Carol nodded, lighting two of the thin cylinders and handing one to the youth. She watched him insert the white tip between his sensual lips, sucking the smoke deep and exhaling with a sigh of satisfaction. She imagined him giving her sensitive clitoris the same treatment, and the thought brought a new and warmer wetness to her hairy crotch. It would probably take time, she reminded herself, to get him to go down on her. But it would be worth waiting for. The image of his handsome face buried between her thighs and his mouth working on her juicy cunt was almost too exciting. She was tempted to strip the towel off and try to talk him into eating her then and there. Only the fear of turning him off before she had enjoyed that promising young prick held her back.

Randy finished his drink and set the glass on the table, taking another long drag on the cigarette. "You haven't changed your mind have you?" he asked cautiously.

"About screwing?" she said almost casually. She gulped the drink down and stubbed her own smoke in the small tray. Standing up, she walked over to the bed and turned to face him Her fingers toyed with the carefully folded towel. "Finish that cigarette, honey," she ordered throatily. "Your new mama wants a good look at that big cock!"

Randy's fingers were trembling as he extinguished his own butt. He rose to his feet, the towel thrusting outward as his prick jerked in excited response. A lock of his sandy hair fell down over one eye and he reached up to push it back impatiently. The movement loosened the insecure towel and it slipped from his slender hips.

Carol's eyes widened and her lips pursed in a silent whistle of admiration. The lad was even more handsome than she had at first realized, and his cock now free to shove its heart-shaped knob outward and upward, was larger than her earlier fumblings had indicated.

Angling from its nest of thick, dark hair, the prick was one of the most beautiful sights she had ever seen. Not only was it long, but its throbbing shaft was thick and meaty, displaying a slight curve as it strained to lift the hairy globes of his heavy balls. Beneath, throbbing with excitement, the ventral vein seemed to squirm in its fantastic swelling, and the sheer force of his erection parted the tiny slit of his glands. Even as she stared, it oozed a pearl of clear liquid, a sight that made her tongue dart hungrily across her full, red lips.

Only minutes before she had imagined Randy eating her snatch. Now, she found herself filled with an overwhelming desire to taste the shiny fluid that had surged from the base of his enormous tool. She could almost feel the slippery head sliding between her lips and into her mouth, filling her throat as it drove in and out in an age-old rhythm, powered by the lad's well-muscled buttocks.

With a gesture almost frantic, she loosed her own towel. Letting it slide to the floor to reveal her deliciously curved nakedness, her breasts bobbing slightly with the movement. Slowly, forcing her tense nerves to relax, Carol turned in a complete circle, giving the boy a good look at her lush figure, arching her back to make her lovely bottom more pronounced, and thrusting her large breasts outward. The bullet like nipples stiffening as she saw his cock jerk upward with increased lust.

"Now," she said softy, ending her turn by facing him. Her long legs spread just enough to give him a peek at the vertical slit of her black-haired cunt. The outer lips parted to reveal the puffy portal of her vagina, the pink membranes glistening with the slippery exudation that threatened to become a flood if the channel was not soon packed with his thick, lengthy prick. "Let's try that kiss again, and see what happens."

Randy was staring, openmouthed, at her raven triangle, his tongue curled upward to slide back and forth against his white teeth. His cock was pointing almost straight up, the purple knob seemed to swell to even greater dimensions as the organ leaped with repeated spasms, each one forcing another glob of pre-coital fluid from the pink-lipped slit. His balls, orange-sized and leathery in appearance were taut with the strain of his obvious lust.

He moved forward with hesitant steps, the enormous prick swaying from side to side and bobbing under its own weight. His eyes slid up and down her nakedness. As if torn between the swollen nipples of her firm tits and the luxurious mass of black curls that framed the inviting trench of her pussy. Its inner lips displaying little beads of the lubricating juice from her eager vagina. His arms went around her slender waist, tightening to pull the slightly curved mound of her belly against his rearing prick, trapping its throbbing length between them. A little whimper escaped him as their warm flesh pressed the cock, and Carol wiggled her hips to roll the engorged column in its cozy nest.

Carol locked her own arms about the lad's neck, opening her mouth as his lips met hers. Her tongue writhing and twisting, the tip stabbing between his teeth and darting over and under his own dancing lingual member. Desire hammered and roared throughout her arched body. Her breasts, nipples stiff and aching, yielded but slightly under the pressure of his hairy chest, seeming to swell even more as the sensitive tips were caressed by the hirsute coating.

His hands roaming up and down her body, exploring and sampling. Across her flawless back and down the gentle indentation of her narrow waist, moving outward with the enticing curve of the hips, then back to cup the firm buttocks. Their luscious mounds showing no indication of sag, but firm and promising in their quick tensing of response.

"Do you like my ass?" she whimpered, her lips tearing wetly from his awed mouth.

"Oh Christ!" he gasped, swallowing with a visible effort. Yes I love everything about you! Your breasts! Your legs!"

She rolled her hips, making him grown as her belly caressed his enormous cock. "Let's get on the bed, Randy," she whispered again. "I want to be fucked!"

Quickly, her muscles rippling and curving, she retreated until she felt the bed against her perfectly rounded calves. Her ass lowered to the soft mattress and she scooted backward, lying supine and spreading her thighs, drawing her knees up and digging her heels into the bed to lift her bushy cunt in invitation.

"Here it comes sweetheart," she purred, rotating her pelvis as the youth approached, one knee resting on the bed as he stared at her cunt slit with a look of near awe. "Here's what you used to think about when you beat your meat!" Her voice became more husky. "But this is no dream, Randy, baby! This is a real, live pussy, all juicy and hot, and just begging for you to shove that big, hard cock in it!"

Unconsciously, the lad's hand had strayed to his huge prick, fingers surrounding and squeezing, beginning a slow, sensuous stroking that capped the meaty glans. Then drew it into a strutted slickness, spreading the slippery jism over the broad tip until the head was coated and shiny. He licked his lips.

"I've always dreamed of jacking off and looking at a real pussy," he murmured. "I used to use pictures, but they didn't show anything but a little hair."

Carol placed her hands on her tanned thighs, sliding upward until her fingers framed her hairy cunt. The tips moved inward, creeping through the damp curls to press the plump labial lips, pulling them apart and exposing the softer, wetter inner doorway. Her clitoris, prominent even when dormant, lifted its slender shaft, the dark red tip swelling as the finger of sensitive flesh lengthened. One finger teased the growing mass and her hips surged upward as the delightful sensation ripped through her tightening belly. Two fingers eased their way into the slippery vaginal entrance, beginning a slow in-and-out motion.

She realized, without a doubt, that the lad would come almost immediately if he mounted her in his present state of excitement. She didn't want that to happen. When that desirable cock slipped into her hungry cunt she wanted it to last at least a dozen of the orgasms she had missed because of Harry's negligence.

On the other hand, if she permitted Randy to live out his fantasy, he would be able to last indefinitely when she got him hard again. The prospect aided her decision.

"Go ahead, sugar," she encouraged. "Fist-fuck that prick and shoot it right into my cunt."

"You'll think I'm silly," he breathed, but his hand was still pumping, both knees on the bed, facing her parted labial lips with gleaming eyes. Watching her fingers slipping in and out of the juicy slit, the motion making a wet sucking sound as she massaged the delicate membranes. Feeling them spasm about her determined thrusting.

"All I'll be thinking about," she assured him, "Is how good it must feel. If it turns you on, honey, do it. That's my philosophy."

"But..."He hesitated, hand still working up and down on his angling cock, I'll come right on your pussy."

"That's right where I want it, lover. Shoot that hot cream right on the hole. Don't worry. I'll come when you do. I've been petting this cunt since I was ten years old."

He was kneeling between her feet, the hand working up and down his pulsing cock, swearing the slippery jism farther down the thick shaft, while the other reached down to cup his heavy balls.

Carol was using both hands on her enflamed crotch, fingers squishing and wiggling in her dripping snatch. The other hand stroking and teasing the engorged shaft of her stiffened clitoris. Knowing that the sight would turn on Randy, she deliberately shaped a cup with her thumb and two fingers, frigging the miniature cock with rapid strokes that matched the boy's vigorous pounding of his own enormous prick.

Less than a minute had passed, but Carol could feel the beginning of her orgasm building in her writhing belly. The shudders undulating outward through her spasming vagina to center in the shaft she pumped with little gasps of increasing pleasure.

Randy's eyes were glazed with lust and enjoyment, his hand racing up and down the thick hardness that pointed its slitted tip at the woman's finger-filled labial cleft. He was panting, tongue licking furiously at his parted lips. His body tightened and convulsed, arching and trembling with the onset of completion.

His prick seemed to leap as the first spurt of white cream shot out to splat hotly against the exact tip of her clit, exposed by the retreat of her fingers, used now to spread her cunt for the repeated jets of fiery come.

"Oh, shit!" the youth groaned, watching his thick semen coat the enflamed membranes of her parted cunt. Trickling into the shadowed depths of her orgasm sucked the welcome juice with visible spasmings of the labial muscles. Carol's ass climbed upward, and Randy leaned forward, bringing the head of his cock closer as the final spurts laved her convulsing pussy. Leaving it gleaming with the slippery jism that clung to her thick public hair. Slowly, he sank back on his heals and Carol's hips relaxed.

"Jesus!" he whispered in a weak voice. I've never come like that before!" His fingers were still moving with careful manipulation, milking the residue of his ejaculation and spreading it over his still throbbing prick. "It looks like your pussy was actually drinking that stuff!"

"It was, baby!" she murmured lazily, her ass squirming as she probed her cunt with trembling fingers. Rubbing the slippery semen into the quivering membranes. "And it wants a lot more!"

She held out her arms and the youth lowered his naked body atop her eager flesh, his chest just touching her swollen nipples, then pressing harder against the slight yielding of her tits' firm mounds as their mouths collided in a wild tangling of swirling tongues. She winded the angle of her drawn-up legs and felt the searing heat of his meatly cock-head in her cunt trench.

Carol's hands slid down to cup his trembling buttocks, urging them downward, her own hips pushing up to effect the thing she had been wanting for ever since the lad had climbed into the Lincoln.

The broad knob forced the tender tissues of her labia into a tight circle, easing its throbbing bulk between them until the elastic rim, locking him inside with repeated clutchings. His hips poised, hesitating, then drove downward with a powerful shove, his prick filling her vagina with its thickness and expanding the shuddering walls until Carol felt she could contain no more of the monstrous organ.

"Ummmmmmmmm!" he nasaled, still sucking the tongue she gave him, wiggling the tip against the roof of his mouth. He tore his lips from hers and arched his body so his mouth could fasten about the finger sized nipple of her right breast, sucking and licking the responsive tip until Carol's ass began a delicious circling that screwed her pussy farther onto the thick spear that filled her vagina with its torrid, throbbing hardness.

"Goddamn!" she moaned, one hand on his bushy head and the other urging his hips still lower. "You're splitting my ass wide open!"

His lips slipped noisily from their avid feasting and he looked down at her tortured features. "I'll...I'll take it out," he offered hesitantly, his hips motionless, but the huge cock still pulsating inside her clutching snatch.

"Like hell you will!" she hissed. "I don't give a damn if it comes out my mouth! I want every inch of that big dick! Ram it all the way in! Please!"

Still watching her face, Randy's hips tensed, his thighs cording against her splayed legs and his buttocks tightening beneath her fingers. Then, with a savage thrust, he drove the head past her cervix and into the last available curve of her hungry cunt.

Carol had never been so filled so full of cock. It seemed that the stretching of her vaginal corridor, the super-sensitive channel spasming about its invader with greedy clutchings exposed every nerve in her pussy. Hot and slippery, her juices bathed the throbbing organ, and her ass wiggled to adjust to the unprecedented filling. Her legs climbed upward to lock about his waist and she felt his hairy balls, hot and heavy, slide wetly against her winking anus.




Carol's Joy is Boys Ch. 01



"Fuck me, Randy!" she groaned through clenched teeth. "Fuck me till I beg you to stop! Make me come so hard I can't stand it! Fill my pussy with that hot, juicy come."

Randy's cock jerked inside her belly, the head jamming its pulsating bulk against her yielding womb-mouth, and the base of the thick shaft swelling to massage her cunt ring. Unable to speak, he responded by dragging the big prick back through the clutching folds. Grunting as she tightened her vagina about its slow retreat in pleasurable caresses. She heard her own throaty exhalation as the fractioning sent shock waves of goodness sweeping through her writhing pelvis. Her legs climbed still higher placing her cunt in position for the re-entry of his massive prong.

Downward, his ass muscles flexing with force, he shoved his hard cock, and boring into her juicy channel until his balls were nested against her perineum and asshole. His public arch pressed her swollen clit. With a grunt, she felt the knob slam her cervix, setting up repeated suction that would continue until he had filled that eager mouth with his jetting sperm.

There was no pause this time. Randy pulled back again until her tight pussy lips trapped his glans, and then shoved it in to repeat the motion. His hips obeying an instinct far older than his sixteen years. His chest, now coated with perspiration, rubbed her distended tits. His flat, muscle-ridged belly smacked Carol's with exciting sounds.

She could hear the wet squishing as his prick slid in and out, filling and emptying her dripping snatch. Reaching every part of her pussy with its tremendous length and thickness, drawing her clit out, and then folding it in with the sheer bulk of his enormous tool. Carol was coming. The cock had slithered in and out fewer than a dozen times, but the sensation was too wonderful to resist. Her cunt shuddered and flexed, loosening as the prick entered and tightening about its throbbing shaft as it drew back.

Her ass climbed and wiggled, squirming her vagina about the delicious thrusting. Her pussy sucking and squeezing the hot bulk that was sending shock waves of ecstasy throughout her writhing body. Her juices seemed to gush from her exploding vagina, making his fucking an audible sound of erotic meshing. The entry a slick slide and the withdrawal a wet, slurpy, sucking that heightened her uncontrollable passion.

Fearful that her response might trigger the lad's own orgasm, Carol suppressed the cries that sprang to her taut throat. Tucking her full lip between her teeth, she clamped down on the soft flesh and rolled her head on the pillow. Black hair swirling as her ass bucked and jerked with the delightful jolts of orgasmic pleasure. Unaware of her temporary release, Randy continued his rhythmic humping, his hairy balls slapping her busy ass with audible plops as he drove his prick deep with each stroke. He raised his head to stare down at her, his own face strained.

"Is it good?" he panted, lifting himself so he could look down past her heaving tits to where his cock pistoned in the cylinder of her dripping cunt. Deliberately, he shortened his strokes, fucking her with the head and about three inches of his long shaft. The alteration permitted him to increase the speed of his strokes and he slid in and out with a constant massage of her cunt mouth and engorged clit.

"God yes!" she whimpered, unable to conceal the effect of his sliding shaft. Another climax threatened, goading her ass into a frenzied dance. Her cunt wiggling and sucking at his prick. She didn't want him to hold back any longer. Her pussy thirsted for the flood of semen trapped in his heavy balls. She felt her cervix convulse in anticipation, ready to vacuum his sperm with its powerful muscles. It was more than desire. It was a hunger that refused denial, dashing all restraint before its overwhelming envelopment.

"Harder!" she panted. "Shove that prick to me!" Come in my pussy! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me through the goddamned bed!"

"Oh, Jesus!" he breathed, running his hands beneath her shoulders and slamming his chest down against her tingling tits. His hips hammered with savage force, his cock racing in and out full-length, slurping and squishing, his balls pounding her asshole as he screwed her with wild enthusiasm of his real first fuck. Carol's hips met his plunges with a deft wiggle and thrust, working her pussy about his rod with squeezing and vaginal undulation. Her hoarse cries blending with his throaty gasps of increasing pleasure.

She felt his cock jerk and swell, still pumping in and out, but filling with the surge of semen that boiled up from his taut nuts.

"UUUUNNGGGHHH!" Her cry was smothered by his open mouth and she sucked his tongue far back as his come splattered her womb and spurted deep in her convulsing cunt. Jetting with incredible force as the lad's body stiffened and spasmed with the ecstasy of his release. Plunging to the hilt in her tight pussy, he held his prick in the delicious grip as her skilled vagina milked him, drawing the last drop of his hot load from his young prong.



Carol's Joy is Boys Ch. 02



You should start off by reading Carol's Joy is Boys Chapter 1 first.

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Carol awakened before daylight, her belly tingling with the familiar need to which she had become accustomed during her months with Harry. She could remember but few mornings when the hunger had not been they're, tingling her labia and reaching far back inside the tight channel with little fluttering of desire. Harry had insisted that she was oversexed. Women, he proclaimed, were not supposed to enjoy sex. They were, in his twisted opinion, designed to serve as little more than receptacles for the male ejaculation. He had even objected to the answering thrust of her hips on those few occasions when he had slid his diminutive organ into her avid cunt.

Sleepily, she rolled onto her side, her hand falling lightly across the slab like belly of the blond youth who lay beside her. The warmth of his muscular body reminding her that she was no longer a housewife, and that the rearing organ that arched just below her slender wrist was hers for the taking. The boy had proved that by the repeated volleys of thick cream he had poured into her pussy during the long night.

She stretched her lush body, her fingers sliding about the hot hardness of the young cock. Feeling it respond to her touch with a throbbing jerk of readiness. The boy's head rolled on the pillow, his blue eyes opening lazily to drift down over her naked body.

"I thought I was dreaming." He whispered, moving his hips to slide his prick through her clenched fingers. "It doesn't seem possible that you're here in bed with me."

She pulled his hand over to press it between her thighs, sighing as his middle finger invaded the slippery trough and went into her vaginal lips. Moving inside the soft folds in a gentle exploration. She slid her face closer and licked the tip of his nose.

"I think I'll adopt you," she murmured, working her hips to increase the pleasure of his probing digit. Her own hand beginning a slow stroking of his pulsating prick. Her teeth flashed in a teasing smile. "Wonder how many times we could screw before you'd get tired of my pussy?"

"I'd never get tired of it," he assured her. "Jesus! How could I? It's so hot and slick, and you make it wiggle and squeeze when my cock's in there."

"Any pussy can do that," she reminded him. "You'd find some fifteen-year-old girl and lose all interest in me."

He was moving to mount her, and she angled her long legs to welcome his lithe hips. Steering his ridged cock into the juicy grip of her eager slit. Holding her breath as the hardness slid between the sensitive tissues and expands her vagina with its pulsating bulk. God! It was good to wake up to a hard prick!

After a leisurely-consumed breakfast, Carol left the youth in the room while she drove into the nearby shopping plaza and purchased several items of clothing. Insisting, upon her return, that he try them on for her inspection. He was still a little bashful, but it was obvious that he enjoyed the admiring eyes that swept up and down his naked body with each disrobing.

Settling for a pair of tan slacks and an open-collared shirt, he helped her gather up the scattered items. Closing the lid on the suitcase and turning to take her in his arms for a long kiss that brought his cock throbbingly erect against her grinding belly.

"I wonder how many times you could come," she smiled. "I screwed me all night."

His sensual mouth curved in an embarrassed smile. "I thought you liked it."

"That's not the word, lover," she breathed. "My God! You could make a fortune with that big cock!"

He looked confused. "You mean women pay for things like that?"

"Women and men," she replied. "Hell, Randy. There are male prostitutes, just like there are female whores."

"Yeah," he frowned. "But you said men."

"Don't tell me you never had a man make a pass at you?"

He blushed. "I guess so. I just pretended I didn't know what they meant."

"Your education," she said gently, forcing her body away from his "has been sadly neglected. We'll have to remedy that."

The highway narrowed and began winding climb into the foothills of the tall mountains that shaped the natural border of Tennessee and the Carolinas. Carol switched off the air conditioner and rolled down the windows, letting the cool breeze sweep through the car. Shoving her short skirt high up on her luscious thighs.

Randy squirmed in the seat beside her, his crotch bulging with the swift hardening of his young cock. She deliberately angled her legs and gave him a wet-lipped smile.

"I didn't wear any panties, Randy," she said in a sultry tone. "I thought you might want to play a little."

The boy glanced at the road, then back at the inviting juncture of her thighs. "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Hell!" she chuckled. "I've fingered myself off at eighty miles an hour. Go on! You've got my clit hard as a rock!"

Gingerly, he extended his hand and caressed the sleek skin of her thigh, working upward to the hem of her short skirt. Pushing it aside to tease the bushy clump of dark curls, one finger parting the silk curtain and sliding up and down the moist crease of her labia.

"Ummmm!" she sighed, lifting her hips. "That feels good! Stick your finger in there, Randy! Don't be afraid of it!"

The stiffened digit parted her vaginal lips and wiggled into the tight embrace, massaging the slippery walls. Working its way in and out until Carol was panting with pleasure.

She spied a dirt road angling from the highway, braked the Lincoln and guided it between the heavily leaved bushes until they were out of sight from the highway. Just ahead they could hear the musical sound of a mountain stream, its liquid melody blending with the trill and chirp of the colorful birds that flitted through the tall trees.

Cutting the engine, Carol gently removed his fingers from between her legs, raising it to her lips and sliding the moistened digit into her mouth, lapping it with her warm tongue.

The boys eyes widened in surprise. "Jesus!" he whispered, "I never heard of that!"

Releasing his wrist, she asked, "Don't you like it?"

"God yes!" he murmured, using his free hand to clutch his swollen genitals. "It's just...new!"

"Come on," Carol said, unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her skirt. "Get out of those clothes and lets have some fun."

Randy's prick was fully erect as he followed her swaying buttocks along the narrow road to the grassy bank of the shallow stream. Its waters curving and leaping over the polished rocks that sprinkled its sandy bank.

"Lie down, lover," Carol invited, depositing her bare hips on the soft grass. "I'm gonna give you a lesson."

"Lesson?" he echoed, stretching his handsome body on the green turf.

She wrapped her warm fingers about his distended prick. "I'm gonna give you a blowjob, honey," she announced casually. "Do you mind?"

"You mean...suck it?" he asked weakly. "With your mouth?"

She moved he hand up and down the hard shaft making his hips tremble. "Do you mind?" she repeated gently.

His head rolled from side to side, his eyes watching the capping and uncapping of his swollen glans. The tiny slit already oozing the transparent lubricant that singled his desire.

"I've heard of it," he breathed, his voice trembling. "But I thought girls didn't like to do it."

Carol made a chuckling sound, bending over his belly to trail her black hair over the ridged muscles. She planted a wet kiss on his deep-set navel, spearing the indentation with a quick twist of her tongue.

"Here's one who does," she murmured. Licking downward into the thick hair at the base of his towering cock, her hand still moving up and down the thick shaft. Forcing more of the clear liquid from the straining eyelet. "All you have to do is relax, lover. I'll do all the work."

"But," he protested weakly, "I'll shoot off right in your mouth."

She turned her face to flash a wicked grin toward his staring eyes. "Right on, baby! And I'll drink all of it!"

With a graceful motion, she arched her neck and shaped her lips in a pursed circle. Sliding them over the moist head of his prick until her gently gripping teeth trapped the rim.

"Oh, goddamn!" the youth groaned, his body arching in an effort to drive the huge organ further into her warm, wet mouth.

Carol's tongue blocked the heart-shaped head, curving and twisting to polish the sensitive glans as her fingers continued their slow pumping of the thick shaft. Her cheeks hollowed in a long vacuuming tug that wrenched another groan from the boy.

She didn't want him to come! Not yet! She wanted time to savor the salty sweetness of his throbbing prick. To taste the tart jism that oozed from the slick tip that pushed eagerly against her busy tongue. It had been too long since she had enjoyed the simple, but delightful pleasure of sucking a man's cock. The feeling of his hot semen spurting far back in her throat as she swallowed with slow, luxurious gulps. Now, with the lad's enormous prong at her disposal, she wanted time to give it the full treatment.

But Randy was too excited by her flattering tongue and pounding fingers. Already, his hips were bucking and wriggling. Grinding the head of his cock against her tongue and pressing it further back inside her mouth.

"I'm...gonna...come!" he gasped, his hands digging into the grass at either side of his arched body. "I...can't wait!"

Carol made a nasal sound of agreement, sliding her fingers down to the base of his prick and squeezing the hard meat. Following it with her soft lips as she took his cock full length in her hot throat. Beginning a little humming sound that vibrated her tongue about the pulsating knob of his prong. She sucked him with savage tugs, her head bobbing up and down to fuck the thick shaft.

The writhing tongue caressing every portion of the jerking prick, one hand cupping his heavy scrotum and rolling the big balls to add to his mounting pleasure.

His first powerful spurt made her gag, spilling some of the precious fluid from her sliding lips and onto her encircling fingers. Then, with a hunger that made her own body twist and shiver in the grip of a delicious climax. She swallowed the thick cream that jetted from his convulsing cock, gulping it down as she continued milking him with powerful suction until his ass fell back upon the grass in temporary exhaustion. 

Only when she was sure there would be no more of the tasty come did she slide her lips up the long rod, pausing to massage the head before diving down beside it to lick the spilled residue from her fingers and the hairy base of his staff.

"Like it?" she asked throatily, lifting his balls with gentle fingers.

"Christ, yes!" Randy groaned. "It felt like my nuts were coming loose!" He hesitated. "Was it good for you?"

She smiled more broadly, her eyes flashing. "Couldn't you tell?" I loved it! I could suck on it all day."

For the first time, he reached for her, pulling her up to where her mouth could reach his parted lips. Kissing her with a savagery he had never before shown, his tongue darting boldly and deeply, sucking her come-tainted saliva with obvious eagerness. Giving little grunts of excitement as the taste of his own semen flooded his mouth.

Without breaking oral contact, Carol swung her leg across his body. Straddling his hips and groping for the thrusting shaft of his prick, guiding it into the slippery trench of her aching pussy.

God! He was big! Her cunt filled as her ass descended, stretching her vaginal walls about his wrist sized cock. Sucking it into her belly as she had drawn it down her throat, and flexing the labial muscles as the meaty shaft dove through the juice-coated circle.

All the way! Down to where the crease of her ass hugged his big balls, and her clitoris was jammed tightly against the hardness of his public arch. The sensitive flesh teased by the wiry hair that surrounded the base of his nine-inch spear, its rounded head pressing with delicious results upon the pulsating mouth of her womb.

His hands gripped her waist, holding her motionless except for the circular wiggle of her shapely ass and the constant spasming of her well-filled cunt.

"Hold it there a minute!" he grunted, grinding his hips to work the head of his prick against her cervix. "Jesus! It feels good when it's all the way in!"

Carol was unable to answer. Arched slightly forward, her breasts heaved with a strangled sob of ecstasy, the prominent nipples quivering as she struggled to control her mounting desire. Her cunt spasmed and churned about the thick shaft of Randy's prick, rubbing the nerve-laced labia about its base. Squeezing the inserted column upon which she was so completely hilted.

Randy's hands slid upward and forward, palming the firm tits and manipulating them with rhythmic pressure. The tips poking from between his splayed fingers like miniature cocks. His ass muscles tensed as he rammed forward and upward, exacting a grunt of pleasure from the passionate woman who straddled him.

Carol had thought that the previous night had left her satisfied. But, with Randy's come still tingling in her throat, and his huge prick filling her pussy with its throbbing bulk, she was hotter than ever. It was as if some insatiable demon had been released inside her belly, demanding satisfaction at any cost.

She leaned forward, mashing her breasts against the youth's hands and trapping them between their naked bodies, gripping his broad shoulders with sharp-nailed finger. Her face hovering inches above his contorted features.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass off!" she grated hoarsely, beginning a steady hunching that slid her pussy up and down his rearing cock. "I want that come to spurt all the way up to my throat!"

It was the lad's turn to groan a helpless response, answering her posting hips with eager thrusts of his young ass. His prick seemed to swell and jerk in the confining sleeve of her hot, wet cunt.

Upward, until his glans were trapped by her clenching labia, and downward, until it felt as though her pussy would burst with the sheer size of his prick, she rode him with a spiraling motion of her agile hips.

Her juices sloshed and gurgled as the shaft slithered in and out, his balls, wet and swollen again, snuggled into the crack of her buttocks with an obscene squishing. A sound that somehow blended with the rippling brook and the gentle sigh of the wind in the tall trees.

Her senses whirred, her whole being caught up in the incredible ecstasy of that driving prick, stretching and massaging her cunt sheath with its hot hardness.

She came, body arching and twisting, her ass grinding as the powerful internal muscles chewed and sucked on the meaty spear that seemed to reach deeper with each thrust. Meaningless cries escaped her tightly drawn lips as her cunt exploded, fresh floods of liquid passion drenched their meshed organs and trickling down about his balls and his hunching ass.

Almost before the shudders of her orgasm had subsided, she was driving toward another searing climax, her ass twisting and bouncing on Randy's hardness. The juicy cunt churning its velvet grip about the thrusting prick, trying to draw even more than its nine inches into the avid vagina.

Twice, three times, four times, her pussy squished and spasmed in ecstatic convulsions, each one more powerful than its predecessor. The slippery channel seeming to tighten with each internal explosion.

At last, the youth could hold back no longer. His fingers clutched her pounding buttocks, and he drove his prick up into her cunt with a cry of savage pleasure. Jetting his sperm far up in her writhing belly, the jerking and swelling of his spurting prick setting off yet another convulsive orgasm in her greedy pussy. Her womb sucking the thick semen into its spasming mouth.

She collapsed atop his perspiration-drenched body, tits yielding against his heaving chest, her saliva-wet mouth claiming his in a noisy, moan-filled kiss of happiness.

"Have you ever been to Knoxville?" Carol asked, wheeling the big Lincoln past a trailer rig with a slight pressure of her foot. Her pussy was still tingling from the repeated orgasms she'd had by the mountain stream, and the taste of Randy's sperm lingered in her throat, reminding her that she could have a second helping of his delicious come whenever she wanted it.

Randy shook his head, a smile tugging at his full lips. "It looks like I'm doing a lot of things I never did before."

Carol reached over and gave his left knee a slight squeeze, removing her hand before the desire started building again. It would take only a sight or a feel of his magnificent cock to have her ready for another furious ride on that delightful hardness.

"Tell me," she said softly, keeping her eyes on the road, "what you would like to do to a girl?"

"Christ!" he murmured. "We've done just about everything."

"Hell!" Carol laughed, her tits jiggling. "All we've done is fuck, and I gave you one quick blowjob. I'm talking about the really far-out things people do, or would like to do, if they had the chance. Don't tell me you've never thought about things like that."

Randy moved restlessly. "Sure! I guess everybody does."

Carol wanted to pursue the subject, but it was obvious that Randy was embarrassed. A reaction that she found amusing, since he had already fucked her at least five times. It would be better, she concluded, if she gave him the opportunity to work out his fantasies, rather than merely discussing them. She was certain that he would try nothing she wouldn't enjoy. Hell! After all those months with Harry, she would welcome being gang-banged by a trio of wild apes.

At the first liquor sign inside Knoxville, Carol stopped and purchased two fifths of bourbon, enjoying the admiring stares of the two clerks as she deliberately bent and stretched to examine the rows of bottles. The desire in their eyes sent an answering shudder through her sperm-filled vagina, and swelled the thrusting nipples of her proud breasts.

Back in the car, she wove through the traffic and down Cumberland Avenue, past the University of Tennessee Campus, slowing to admire the bare legged coeds and the husky youths who strolled casually along the broad sidewalks.

Spying a blond-haired lovely with a provocative wiggle and a pair of bouncing tits, Carol gave Randy's shoulder a nudge.

"How would you like to screw that?" she suggestively.

Randy hesitated, cupping his genitals and clearing his throat. "I'd rather do it with you," he replied, his face coloring.

"How about both of us?" Carol persisted. "Think you'd like that?"

"Christ, yes!" the lad answered. "I'd come before I got it in either one of you."

"Don't worry," Carol grinned. "We'd see that it didn't go to waste. That blonde looks like she could really chew a cock right down to the balls!"

Picking one of many motels boarding the expressway, Carol pulled in and registered for a double, again ordering a meal sent to the room.

Randy carried in their things and went off in search of ice while Carol opened her suitcases and distributed her effects on the dresser. By the time their food arrived, they were already into the second glass of powerful bourbon.

They ate hurriedly, and Carol showered while Randy fiddled with the television set, returning with only a negligee wrapped about her lush curves.

"Take a bath lover," she said lightly. Pouring another tall glass of the whisky. "Then, I want some more of that cock."

Once Randy was in the shower, Carol drained the glass, swallowing repeatedly to keep the fiery liquid dawn. Jesus! She was getting tight already, feeling the heat of the liquor blend with the torrid waves of lust that swept outward from her hungry cunt.

"Don't put on any clothes!" she called, hearing the shower stop. Her voice was lower and her tongue thick, but she seemed more sensitive than ever. Her nipples tingled and she found that her fingers were playing through the moist curls of her crotch.




Carol's Joy is Boys Ch. 02



Setting the almost empty glass on the dresser, she giggled as her hands fumbled with the loosely tied sash of the negligee. It fell to her feet and she stood swaying, naked and beautiful, as the lad re-entered the room. His cock swelling as his eyes drank in the display of enticing flesh. She waved toward the bottle.

"Fix us another drink," she slurred. "I'm gonna get so goddamn drunk I can't walk."

"I thought you wanted to...to screw," Randy said, pouring the whiskey onto the ice cube and handing her the refilled glass, taking a long drink of his own.

She giggled again, sloshing some of the drink onto her big breasts. "I'm gonna let you screw!" she said thickly. She waved the glass to indicate her naked body. "Here it is! Pussy! Head! Ass! You name it, and Carol's got it. And it's all yours, lover! Stick it anywhere you want to!"

She drained the glass and flopped onto the bed, her eyes rolling wildly. The glass slipped from her fingers and rolled to the floor.

"I've always wanted to pass out with a cock in me!" she murmured. "If I do, just keep fucking. Understand?"

The boy nodded uncertainly, finishing his own drink and depositing the glass before approaching the bed. His cock sticking out and up like a gnarled tree limb. Carol stared at it, trying to focus her eyes on its thick beauty.

"Goddamn!" she grunted. "Lemme suck on it! Gemme a chaser for that fuckin' booze!" She laughed, licking her red lips. "A come chaser! Come on, Randy! Shove that prick down my throat!"

She scooted down in the bed, holding up her arms in invitation. "Ever fuck a girl in the mouth?"

"You mean," he grunted, "just like it was her pussy?"

"Shit, yeah, man!" she gurgled. "Ram it to me! I can take it!"

Randy rested a knee on the edge of the bed, his lips parted and his tongue curving to slide back and forth across the tips of his upper teeth. His hand pumped slowly up and down the hardness of his prick and his buttocks clenched with the tremors of anticipation that radiated outward from his hairy balls.

Carol's eyes were half closed, her vision blurred and distorted by the alcohol. The youth's body seemed to waver and fade until only his cock remained distinct, its tiny pink eye winking back at her as his fingers kneaded the engorged meat.

Unsteadily, she rolled onto her side and wiggled down on the bed, her face turned toward the inviting phallus. She ran a wet tongue across the already moist lips, leaving them shinning with a thin coating of saliva.

"Come on!" she pleaded, her hips stirring impatiently. "I want that fuckpole!"

He stretched himself on his side, shifting his body to bring his cock in line with her mouth. His head tilted to stare down at her tousled hair. "Can I rub it over your lips?" he asked hesitantly.

"Any fuckin' thing you want!" Carol murmured. "Just so I get the gravy!"

Randy hitched his hips forward, his fingers guiding the throbbing length of his cock toward the red oval of her mouth. He shuddered as the head touched the soft curve and he gave a little whinny as Carol's tongue snaked out to lick hungrily over the satin knob.

Peering down to observe his artistry, he worked the swollen head across the lower lip and back along the upper, then sliding it back and forth through the wet portals. He gasped each time Carol extended her tongue to taste the meaty glans, flicking it with quick lashes as it teased her pouting lips.

Randy seemed to gather fresh courage as her mouth opened wider. He slipped the head of his cock between the white teeth, deliberately rubbing against the gently nipping hardness, still holding the shaft by gripping it about the thick base.

His hips shifted, forcing the prick past the wiggling oral muscle, the tip sliding over the slick palate. Carol's tongue curved beneath the cock flesh, twisting and caressing, dancing in hot laving of the delicate triangle below the strutted eye of his phallic probe. Her lips clamped their soft grip about his cock and her cheeks hollowed with the force of her ball-tingling suction.

The lad's fingers surrendered their hold on his prick to Carol's fumbling hands, feeling one grasp his throbbing shaft. The other worming its way between his thighs to tickle the tender area back of his swollen sac, then move forward to cup his scrotum and fondle his big balls by rolling them in their pliant pockets.

Slowed, he pushed his prick farther into her mouth, his hands touching her perspiring face and drawing a wisp of black hair back from the smooth forehead. His eyes glittered with excitement as he stared down at her lovely face.

Carol's mouth was stretched in a glistening red circle to accommodate his cock. Her nostrils flared with each deeply drawn breath. Randy watched the rhythmic hollowing of her flushed cheeks as she sucked, his desire mounting as he saw the little rivulets of saliva at the corners of her clinging lips.

His fingers slid through her hair, twining the dark strands and holding her head in place as he began fucking his prick in and out of her wet mouth. The knob slipped past her palate and rubbed against the soft arch that seemed to quiver in eager acceptance of the male organ. 

Carol made a little mewing sound, relaxing her throat to permit the hard cock complete access. Only her lips and tongue moved as Randy increased the length of his strokes, to shove his cock into the tight grip until his balls were jammed against the warm curve of her chin. His curly public hair pressed against her nostrils.

"Oh, shit!" he moaned, his body arching forward and his hips hammering his tool in and out over the woman's wriggling tongue. "That feels good!"

Carol hardly heard his horse compliment. Her whole body was responding to the savage thrusting of that delicious hardness. She tried to swallow and felt the head of his prick ram down her throat to block the convulsing muscles, their hot spasms tightening the tissues about the probing head and sliding against its slippery surface.

She forced her arm back between his thighs and her fingers clutched his flexing buttocks, urging him to continue the violent assault. Using the other hand to tease the swollen balls that pressed and spread them against her greedily working chin. With each retreat of the pulsing head, she sucked the slitted knob with savage tugs, her tongue flaying its rounded tip in wild fluttering.

Carol was not to drunk to realize that she was making him come. But the alcoholic fog was thick enough to blot out concern she would ordinarily feel at the diminution of her oral feast.

She opened her mouth wider, keeping her lips fastened about the slippery cock as it stroked in and out with short rapid jabs. His balls seeming to swell in her fingers as he groaned his increasing pleasure.

"Oh, you cocksucking bitch!"

His hands twisted her hair and jammed her mouth farther onto his prick." I'm gonna fuck you through the goddamn bed!"

Carol experienced a brief moment of panic when he swung one brawny thigh over her head and rolled atop her, holding her in place with the cock filling her throat with its throbbing meat. His pelvis blocked her nose with grinding pressure as he worked the head of his pole between her tonsils. Then, his lust seemed to ignite her own smoldering passion, and she forced her tongue up against his distended ventral ridge, trapping the throbbing prick in the hot grip as he worked it with fierce jerks.

"Eat it!" Randy cried, burrowing his forehead into the soft bed and fucking her mouth with hammering hips. His cock created an obscene squishing as her saliva gurgled out about its thick base with each filling. "Eat my come!"

His body trembled and Carol felt the prick retreat until she held only the head behind her teeth. It jerked, a powerful shudder that ignited the fire in her sopping cunt. With a nasal exhalation she sucked with greedy gulps, her tongue working about the tip as he came.

His semen spurted against her tongue and palate, and her pussy convulsed in unison with the thick cream. She wanted to swallow, but her jaws and throat refused to obey her mental signals. As if some invisible link had been established between her cunt and mouth, she found herself sucking the ejaculating prick in time with the quick stabs of ecstasy that roared through her empty vagina.

Still coming, Randy drove the spitting prick past her writhing tongue to bury its head deep in her throat. Delivering the final powerful volleys into the torrid churning that tried to dislodge the pulsating meat from its determined jabbing. She would gladly have gulped the hot cock down, and her efforts to either devour it, or force it to retreat created the violent agitation about the invading glans.

Carol had to swallow. The ropy sperm was already escaping between her well-stretched lips and the base of his prick. Trickling down her cheek as she sucked, trying to keep the delicious fluid inside her mouth. But there was not enough room for both the come and its throbbing originator.

Her throat worked and Randy cried out as the hot tissues squeezed and shuddered about the head of his cock. Sucking the last of his load directly down into her heaving belly. Her tongue worked along the lower curve of the pulsating shaft, milking it of the sexual nectar. Then swirling about the head as it slid back to poise just behind her teeth, bathed in its own slippery output.

He let her swallow; watching the luxurious flexing of her smooth throat as she carefully divided the mouthful of sperm-laced saliva into three delicious gulps. Her brow wrinkling in a frown of satisfaction.

Randy eased his prick from her lips, letting the wet tip flop up against her nose, then pressing his balls against her mouth. "Lick 'em!" he grunted, rolling the tender spheres over the soft caress of her tongue. "That's it! Oh, shit! Run your tongue under them there!"

He crouched over her, his still hard cock jammed down over nose and eyes, working his hips upward until Carol's tongue could spear his anal circle with its hot tip. He felt her breath as she spoke.

"I'd love to stick my clit in that butt!"

Randy juggled the idea as she continued her licking, stiffening her tongue and forcing the tip inside with short jabs that made his hips jerk with excitement.

"You want to fuck me?" He murmured, as if surprised by he announcement

"Goddamn right!" she breathed, rubbing her chin against his anal cleft to remove a smear of his spilled semen. Quickly, her tongue lapped up the sticky cream. "And you'll love it!"

Randy raised his knee and swung his body to one side, rolling onto his belly and dragging one of the pillows down to stuff it under his hips, shifting it until his cock was trapped against his belly. He spread his legs and the crease of his ass parted to expose his brown anal orifice.

"Come on!" he exclaimed in a hoarse voice. "Stick it in!"

Carol claimed to her knees and braced her hands on his hips as she wiggled into position, Kneeling between his legs and bending over to fasten her open mouth on his ass, bathing the brown circle in her warm saliva.

She kissed upward along his spine, her tongue licking at his skin. Bending lower, she rubbed the tips of her breasts against him, and then pressed the firm mounds down onto his back. Her plump labia slid over his spread ass, smearing the slippery juices of her vagina on the wrinkling anal opening and guiding her engorged clitoris into position.

"OH, GODDAMN!" he exploded as she forced the stiff organ into his asshole. His hips tried to escape by jamming down against the bed, but she followed him with instinctive movements, keeping the tip of her clit locked in the spasming grip of his sphincter. 

Only the alcohol enabled Carol to stem the surge of pleasure that rippled through her love prong and tightened the walls of her pussy. She wrapped her arms about Randy's waist and hunched the velvet spear deeper, massaging the sensitive aperture with its throbbing bulk, and beginning a little fucking motion that sent it sliding in and out of his anus.

"Feel good, lover?" she murmured, her pussy lips squishing and gurgling as they pressed and retreated, the clitoris swelling to a greater width and length as she probed his rear.

"Oh, hell, yes!" he groaned, wiggling his hips to increase the friction and to rub his cock against the yielding bed. "How does it feel to you?"

Carol almost giggled at the innocent question. Men could be such idiots! With the most sensitive part of her body rammed up his tail, he wanted to know how she liked it.

"I wish it was a foot long!" she grunted, speeding the little shaft in and out as her pleasure mounted.

Randy's hips jerked upward, grinding his ass against her hunching pussy. His sphincter tighting in quick spasms about the stroking clitoris, and he grabbed her wrist to pull her down to his stiff cock.

"Hold it!" he croaked. His hips were already beginning the helpless dance of pre-orgasmic pleasure, and it seemed to Carol that his asshole was sucking her throbbing love-finger with its hot convulsions.

Her fingers shaped themselves about his prick, tugging the overcoat of skin back from the knob, the sliding forward to cap the sensitive tip. Fucking him in rhythm with the fierce stabs of her clit.

"Come, you son of a bitch!" she screamed. "COME!"

She felt his cock expand and leap in her fist just as the climax ripped through her juicy pussy. Her clitoris manager a few savage strokes before it retreated in the wave of searing pleasure. His hot sperm splashed into her hand in repeated volleys. She tightened her fingers about the spitting head and tried to catch the slippery juice, milking his prick to heighten the ecstasy of the lad's copious ejaculation. Feeling him fuck his cock through his own semen in uncontrolled shudders of his straining hips.

Randy's body reared, dumping her to one side, his hand still holding her wrist as he forced her onto her back and mounted her heaving breasts, shoving her come-smeared fingers toward her parted lips and following them with his dripping cock.

Still locked in the seething passion evoked by her clitoral massage, Carol sucked the ropy semen into her mouth, whimpering with delight as it slid through her teeth and over her writhing tongue. She swallowed with noisy gulps, accepting her own fingers between her lips to claim their coating of liquid desire.

Randy shoved his prick against her mouth and grunted with pleasure as her tongue eagerly lapped at its slippery knob, forcing her jaws apart to slide it all the way to the balls in the hot, wet suction.

Ignoring her pleas to let her continue the delightful feasting, he pulled the cock from her clinging lips and slid down over her wriggling body until the hard shaft was poised above her oozing snatch. He reached back and pulled her legs up on either side of his hips, tucking his arms behind her knees and forcing them up until her ass was lifted from the bed and the head of his prick nested between the widespread labia.

He entered her with one smooth thrust that filled her vagina and crammed his balls against the crack of her writhing ass. Without hesitation, he began fucking her, his cock, sliding his cock through the clutching tissues with powerful strokes that jabbed the head hard against her spasming cervix. 'He shifted his arms and she felt his fingers on her slender ankles, spreading her feet back on either side of her head. His hips pounded with relentless fury into the velvet hollow of her splayed crotch, his prick ramming in and out through the churning folds of her overflowing pussy. Dragging the juices out and stirring them into a bubbling froth about the throbbing base of his pole.

Carol yelped her way through a string of delicious climaxes, fucking her pussy up and down by arching her lithe waist and screwing the spasming channel about his pistoning cock.

She yelped again when she felt the prick slide out of her gurgling box and shove its hot tip against her anal circle, but found the tight sphincter relaxing to let the head of his prick worm into the oily grip of her colon

"Goddamn!" he gasped. "That's tight!" His hips jerked downward, forcing the cock deeper into the hot sleeve.

"Rip it!" she cried in a chocked voice. "Tear it up with that fucking cock!"

His face hovered above hers, his tongue licking at her closed eyes and darting between her parted lips like an angry snake. His buttocks flexed and his hips hunched the hot meat in and out of he clenching intestine, each stroke carrying it further into the churning folds until she felt his balls crowd their yielding globes against the upper crease of her ass and his public hair pressed its wiry curls into her splayed cunt.

She came almost immediately, her vagina responding to the fractioning of the adjacent channel by churning in repeated convulsion. But the torrid spasming was shared by the tissues that embraced his probing cock, and her undulating membranes sucked the thrusting pole even deeper.

Carol's hips twisted, grinding her asshole in a furious circle, and the youth pounded his prick into her with little grunts of pleasure. Hunching faster and faster as his balls tightened with rippling ecstasy of approaching release.

"FUCK!" she yelled' her ass bucking under his savage lunges. "SHOOT MY ASSHOLE FULL OF THAT GODDAMN COME!"

She felt the prick swell and shudder, its thick shaft ramming to the hilt in her wriggling tail, the hot, wet semen spurting into her ass as her pussy convulsed in one final, gut-wrenching come.

It was too much. The multiplied orgasms and the powerful effects of the drinks left her exhausted. Her eyes rolled back and Carol surrendered to the blanket of sleep. The last thing she felt was Randy's prick beginning to slide in and out again, its passage made easier by the slippery lubrication of his own sperm.