He chuckled. “Well, maybe I should get out of them.”
She gave him a smile. How far would he go? “Yes, maybe you should.”
He nodded and it was as if the dam had burst. He was shrugging out of his clothes like a student would at gym. Then he was standing before her, his penis stretched out and erect.
She was gazing at it, looking at his manhood, not wanting to breathe or move. It was on the small side, but well-formed.
“Aren't you going to get undressed?” he said.
She reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse. “I'm a married woman, you know.”
“Oh, that's okay.” He said it as if he could overlook it. Like it was a bad thing.
She stripped naked and he looked her over. He had a smile on his face and he began stroking his penis. Despite herself, her pussy flushed with heat and need at the sight.
“So, uh,” he said. “Where do you want it? In your ass? Or in your cunt?”
“Not in my ass and I don't like the word 'cunt.'”
“Oh, I'm sorry, Carlene. I didn't know. It's just a word we use--”
She waved him silent. “Pussy is fine and that's where you can put your erection.”
“I don't have any condoms--”
“You don't need any.”
His face lit up. “Wow, cool.”
He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down with him to the floor. His erection was bobbing to his heartbeat and he moved it to her right away.
She laid back and parted her legs.
He gripped her hips and with one shove sank his young penis into her. He hit the root of his pelvis and pulled back. Satisfied it was lubed right, he began humping her with energetic motions.
She looked up at him. His eyes were screwed shut and his mouth open. His hips rose and fell on her like he was doing push-ups. But his plunging penis felt good and she began fucking him back.
Then he spoke. “Aw, shit, yeah. You have a fucking wonderful cu--... I mean, pussy.”
She found herself gasping. His motions were strong, rapid and constant. He seemed tireless. “You like it?”
“Yes, this is superb pussy.”
She blushed. But his eyes were closed. That's the nicest thing anyone has said aside from my husband. “How long have you wanted to fuck me?”
“Oh man, since I first saw you. You had that look about you.”
Huh? “Oh? A look? What kind of look?”
“The whole nerdy thing with your glasses and all.”
Nerdy?
“I figured you never got sex and must be desperate. Boy could I read you.”
She needed to steer the conversation away from that before she either burst out laughing or threw him off her. His thrusting felt good, if robotic and passionless. “So are you going to satisfy my desperate pussy?”
“Yeah, it feels good in there. Have you fucked much? You feel snug.”
She didn't know whether to thank him or slap him. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the feel of the ceaseless and tireless fucking.
He pulled out and flipped her over. He gripped her hips roughly and rammed it into her doggie style. “Oh yeah. Shit yeah.”
Her face was mashed into the carpet. But it felt so good, so wrong, and so nasty. Had it been so easy to end up here, on some kid's apartment floor, fucking him? It had been only a few minutes ago that they had been talking in a grocery store. She moaned as his unceasing pumping hit the right spots. Her moans grew in volume and length. “Do you like fucking my married pussy?”
“Shit yeah. I own it now. I'll let you come over whenever you need a good fucking.”
“Every day?”
“Every day? Wow, you must really be desperate. When was the last time anyone like, fucked you?”
There was no way she was going to come over every day. She couldn't even imagine herself coming back. As good as it felt. She gasped and groaned into the carpet.
He groaned and she felt his hot spurts of sperm in her pussy. It felt good, warm and sexy.
He pulled out. Before she could regret the brevity of the event, he was pulling her up and pushing her back on the arm of the couch. His penis was still erect. He stroked it a few times - drops of sperm dripping out - and shoved it back into her.
He doesn't need a rest?
His penis was at full erection inside of her. But this time he thrust harder. He panted with exertion, fucking her as hard as he could. Her gasps turned into moans.
The mashing of their pubic bones rubbed her aroused clit and sent pulses of tingles all through her body. She moaned and gasped for breath in between moans. She couldn't seem to catch her breath.
Over and over he rammed her. The sloshing sounds that filled the room were dirty and suggestive. He was going for a second cum. Not unheard of to her, but with no rest she was almost impressed.
Her head was crooked against the couch, reminiscent of her entanglement with Rod on Friday. She moaned out loudly at the memory and it spurred Andy on to fuck her harder.
“You like my big cock?”
Big? Did he really think his penis was big? “Oh, yeah, it's nice.”
“I bet you've never had it this deep, have you?”
Kid...
Sweat was on his brow. He was panting and his limbs were quivering. “Oh yeah. Shit yeah. Shit, shit, shit...”
She gasped when he gripped her hair. He was looking at her, finally. His eyes feverish with effort. She tried to say, “Do you like fucking my pussy?” But it came out in shuddering gasps.
“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. It's wetter than I imagined.”
It felt good. It felt nice. His penis worked her pussy like a machine. She felt the pleasure driving up inside of her, slowly. Slower than Rod or her husband Jim. But the kid was pounding her nonstop and she could feel an orgasm approaching. She felt his small balls slap against her ass. “How old are you, Andy?”
“Oh, unh, I'm pretty old. Unh unh, I'm nineteen.” Grabbing her up, he pulled out and sat on the couch. Then he twisted her around and pulled her down onto his erection.
She was riding him, his hips thrusting his erection up into her pussy.
“Shit yeah,” he said. “Your pussy is awesome for an older woman.”
“Do you like it?” She drove her hips down onto his.
“Shit yeah, this is nice. Too bad you weren't younger.”
Younger? What was wrong with my age?
She felt him thrust in deep and groan. Then she felt hot spurts fill her again. She hummed happily, close to orgasm, but not there yet. Still, he had given her an energetic and satisfying fucking.
He pushed her up and off. He was panting. His penis was still erect. “One more go.”
What? He must be kidding.
“I coulda done more if I hadn't jacked myself this morning.”
He pushed her down on all fours and entered his wet erection into her sopping pussy from behind. She cried out in pain and pleasure. If she thought he had rammed hard before, he rammed even harder this time. He pulled viciously on her hips. She would bruise from his grip. Then he slapped her ass. It hurt. His balls, hanging looser now, slapped against her clit.
Ah, there you go. She let her head hang as her moans turned to low wails. Andy's erection was pounding her pussy into submission. What was Jim doing? What was Rod doing? Would her husband understand what was happening? Would he get over being mad that she had done this without his approval? Maybe she shouldn't tell him she had been fucked repeatedly by a young kid? Maybe it was better if she told him nothing.
The penis pounding her felt so good that she began to feel dizzy, tense, and pleasured. It was coming.
“Fuck me, Andy. Fuck me hard.” Her cries were almost whimpers.
“Oh yeah, you love my cock.” He slapped her ass again, hard.
She moaned in pain and frustration. The slaps seemed to cause the orgasm to recede a little. Her pussy began to feel numb, abused, and worked over. I can't tell my husband a young cock fucked me full of cum. Was the room sp
inning?
His hips slammed into hers from behind, his penis spearing into her over and over. The slaps of their flesh echoed with her cries and his grunts.
She mumbled something, but she didn't know what. Her orgasm blocked out all sense – except for the thrusting penis in her quivering pussy. Then she heard a breathless voice and realized it was hers. “Yes, fuck my pussy. Fuck me with your young cock. Fill me up.”
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “Shit.” He was grunting with each thrust. It was almost bestial.
She cried out, wailing loud in relief as her orgasm tipped her over and sent her tumbling like a tumbleweed in the wind.
His hand gripped her hair and yanked back hard. Her neck and head bent up as he slammed his erection as far into her as he could manage. She gasped, her pussy convulsing, milking his erection.
Hot spurts splashed into her again.
Three times, wow.
He collapsed on her, pushing her down to lay face down on the carpet. His penis was still in her, sending spurts out here and there.
Her pussy had been thoroughly fucked and abused.
It felt so very good.
“I think maybe not tonight,” she said to Jim. She didn't want him to see the bruises. “It was a rough day.” And one she would not repeat.
Little did she know, events were going to bring them together again.
Chapter 13
Carlene entered the super's trailer. The hum of the window air conditioning reminded her of Andy's apartment from yesterday.
She was sore and felt used. But she wasn't going to miss seeing Rod.
“Hey, sweets.” His voice thrummed along her nerves and even tingled her hair follicles.
She looked up into those smoky eyes. What a sexy man.
“Back for more, eh?” The twinkle in his eye was playful.
She reached out and stroked the bulge in his jeans. “I need you to fuck me.”
His smile broadened.
“I want your cum in me when I go home to my husband.”
“Oh, yeah.” He was suddenly stripping out of his clothes.
Was she doing it right? She wasn't sure.
He reached up her skirt. She hadn't worn panties. His moan as his fingers found her wetness sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to melt into him. When he maneuvered her to the couch, she spread her legs for his impressive erection.
“Do you want me to slide my cock into your married pussy?”
“No,” she said.
He stopped and cocked his head at her.
“No, I want you to fuck my married pussy. I want you to fuck me deep and hard--”
He slid it in with a desperation that caused him to shake as with a fever.
“Yes, fuck me, Rod. Fuck me and send me home to my husband.”
His thrusts became hard. The couch was already sliding and scraping against the wall.
She was sore, but it felt good and it felt even better knowing she had the power in her words to turn him on even more. “Is it okay that I'm married?”
He groaned and pumped deeper.
“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me deep. I want your seed deep in my womb.”
He tensed and growled out. He shoved and pushed, his erection sliding deeper. It swelled and she felt the hot spurts in her. Hot, wet, and juicy. Then he was chuckling, shaking his head. He pulled out.
“That was too fast,” she said. “I want more.”
He nodded, his grin his answer.
She sat next to him, toying with him. He had a beautiful penis and Jim liked her playing with it. “My husband likes you doing me.”
His penis twitched and began to harden.
She climbed over him and straddled him. She used her left hand with the wedding ring to stroke him. She made sure he had a good view of it. She even spread her fingers over the head, running the band along his helmet. In seconds, he was throbbing and ready to go. She lifted and placed his erection at her entrance. Then she sat down on him, his shaft filling her completely.
“Ah, yeah. Your pussy is fantastic.”
She rode slowly up and then back down. She sighed in relief. “This is so wonderful.”
“You like my cock in your pussy?”
She giggled and gasped, trying to laugh and trying to breathe. “Oh yes. I want more.”
He grunted and thrust up into her. “Your pussy needs my cock?”
Yes. It does. But she didn't answer. She was afraid to answer.
“And your husband likes you riding my cock?”
She gasped and thrust her hips frantically on him, sudden waves of orgasm rolling towards her. “Yes, he does.”
“I'll do my best to keep you satisfied.” He thrust up harder.
“I wore a wedding dress for Jim, but I want your cock in me.”
He groaned louder, pulling down on her hips.
“I want your cum in me, too.”
The couch was squeaking as his thrusts grew forceful and fast.
“I want your cum deep in my womb.”
His eyes opened wide and he lifted her, rising off the couch. He removed her from his shaft and got her down on all fours. He plunged back into her from behind. She was so wet with juices that he slid all the way in. Their crotches ground together, circling.
“Fuck me deep; give me as much seed as deep as you can.” She was grunting.
He was grunting louder.
He grabbed her shoulders and shoved his shaft as deep as it would go and held it there.
It felt delicious.
Then she felt the hot spurts of his seed far inside her.
Carlene settled into the chair with care. She was sore.
“You okay, honey?” Jim peeked out of the kitchen.
She chuckled. “Oh, very okay.”
He echoed her chuckle. “Tell me about it later, huh? Dinner is almost up.”
“Of course.”
His head disappeared and she tried to find a good position and angle on the seat. She wondered if Rod was feeling the same way. What was he doing now? She knew his address from the files. Maybe she should surprise him on the weekend.
Jim sat after placing dinner. “You look wore out.” The sparkle in his eye said he suggested sexually.
“Mmm, yes.” She blew out a breath. “You were right about his marriage-thing.”
“Oh?”
“I drove him nuts with it. He filled my pussy twice.”
A big smile spread across his features. “Wow.”
She was already looking forward to going back tomorrow. “Eric wants to know if you're coming to the Halloween bash--”
“Normally I'd say no. But maybe if I did go, it might put off Rod. Even though I was there his first time with you.” He tapped a finger on his glass.
She wondered what a party would be like with Rod all to herself.
“I think I'll stay home. Maybe you can invite him back here afterward?”
She shrugged. But she felt better. She didn't want to hurt his feelings if she was hanging all over her sexy lover all night.
Later in bed, she told him about her visit to his trailer. He was hard in an instant, kissing her ear and stroking her pussy with his fingers.
Sore as she was, he was gentle and it felt good.
“Both times I told him I wanted his seed deep, he came.”
“Did it feel good?”
“Well, yes.” She giggled.
“Did it feel good when he came in you?”
“Yes, very hot.”
“Do you like him cumming in you?”
I love it. “Yes, very much.”
Jim groaned and shifted around on the bed. His head attacked her pussy and she gasped as his tongue found her clit.
Wait, Jim. There might still be some of our cum in there. The room started spinning, tensing.
His tongue ran up and down her used hole and circled her engorged clit.
And there might be some cum in there from yesterday when the kid you don't know about gave me three loads. But his wet kiss
es on her pussy and his frantic tongue on her clit had her losing consciousness. A buzzing filled her ears and a tingling vibration shook her nerves. Oh crap, this is going to be a screamer.
She gripped his head and pulled, trying to hang on as she screamed out in relief.
* * *
Carlene sat on the couch toying with Rod's spent penis. She had another two loads in her.
Will I ever recover?
She wiggled his limpness. “I was thinking maybe I could come over on a weekend or something, spend more time. You know.”
“Not a good idea, sweets. I'm just sharing a room with a family. Once this job is done I'll head back East again.”
She deflated.
“Ah, don't be sad. I didn't need an apartment or anything to myself.”
“Oh, not that. You going back East is sad.”
He shrugged but also nodded. “Yeah, I'll miss you, too. But maybe I'll get called back out here from time to time.”
I wanted more than that. Would he really miss her? How would she manage without being able to get a good dose of his penis? The job was at least three months from being done and she already felt loss. She needed him; she didn't want him to go. “What if I transferred?”
“You'd follow me back East?”
You bet your sexiness I would. “Maybe. Would you want me?”
“Would I want you to? Yes, I suppose that would be ideal.”
That wasn't what she had asked. She had asked if he had wanted her, not if he wanted her to transfer. She remained silent.
“Would Jim come with you?” His voice sounded odd.
What would he want to hear? If she said no, would that ruin his marriage-thing? If she said yes, would that ruin any romance? “Well, he's pensioned.”
“So he can pick up and go--”
“Wherever and whenever.”
Rod nodded, appearing satisfied.
She wondered if she was just a fetish for him. Or did he feel about her like she felt about him? She wanted more. “Did you get the invite to the Halloween bash?”
“I did. Will you be there?” His eyes smoked.
“I will. What about you?”
“Sure thing, sweets.”
“Got any requests for a costume?” She smiled at him.
“How about a wedding outfit?”
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