I could not help but think of last summer and my "lawn job."
What I was actually hoping for was to do a little more yard
work at Carol's place and maybe even add another yard job
to broaden my horizons.
Carol became a regular visitor that summer. Her
husband, Ken, was teaching summer school, and gone
all day, and Carol was lonely. She had hired me to do
yard work at their house. I was in college and did not
have a car so my mother would drop me off at Carol and
Ken's house on the way to swimming lessons, and Carol
would bring me home afterward.
Between the visits to our house while the rest
of the family was gone, and the visits to her house
to do "lawn work", we had ample opportunity for sex.
And it was wild! Carol was imaginative and almost
insatiable. It was a good thing that I was young and
full of stamina, otherwise I couldn't have handled it.
She was also blessed with a pussy that generated huge
amounts of juices, so there was never a problem with
lubrication... otherwise my dick would have had
calluses all over it.
I couldn't get over her huge hairy bush, which
covered most of her tummy below the navel, and
stretched between her legs, up the crack of her ass
into a relatively large triangle at the small of her
back. The effect was astonishing every time she took
off her clothes. I couldn't stop staring at it. Once
I asked her why she didn't shave it. She told me she
was so thin that she wasn't attractive in a bikini,
and decided it wasn't worth the trouble. One could
see a definite line at the top of each leg where she
shaved the fleecy stuff at the line of her briefs.
She asked me if I found it unattractive, and I
honestly told her I didn't... just unusual.
One afternoon, I was dropped off to do the "yard
work" and I excitedly rang the door bell. I had
become as horny as Carol over the few weeks after she
introduced me to sex, and I looked forward to our
sessions with great enthusiasm. I had dreams about
our fucking sessions at night, and often woke up with
my shorts stuck to my body with dried semen. Carol
was a patient teacher, and gave me great insight into
the needs of a woman that I have never forgotten.
Anyway, that particular afternoon, I rang the
doorbell in excited anticipation of another frenzied
afternoon of sex. As I waited for Carol to answer the
door, I turned around slowly and gazed around the
neighbourhood. It was a typical 1970's suburban
housing addition in the midwest, with a bunch of
crackerbox size brick and frame houses widely spaced
on half-acre lots in a quiet cul-de-sac. There was
no sound other than the buzzing of insect life. Carol
and Ken lived in the boonies.
I noticed a strange car parked in front of the
house that I had not seen before, a little brown
Corvette. 'Oh, shit,' I remember thinking to myself,
'I hope she doesn't have company!'
Carol answered the door. Her homely face broke
into a crooked smile and she greeted me with a kiss.
I tried to look into the house behind her, but it was
too dark for me to make out anything. She was wearing
cut-offs this time, instead of her usual knee length
Bermudas, so short that you could almost see her
fleecy bush above the pencil-like legs. She also had
on a tank top, with no bra as I could see her dark,
rubbery nipples poking out prominently through the
thin cotton. She invited me inside.
I was disappointed to see she did have a guest!
Sitting on the couch in the living room was another
woman. What a sinking feeling. I had really looked
forward to this afternoon!
She rose from the couch as I entered the room.
She was short, on the heavy side with massive breasts
and hips and a thinnish waist. Her figure was an
exaggerated hour glass, to say the least. She had a
pleasant face, with a wide, friendly smile. She was
also dressed in cut-off jeans, with a tank top. In
contrast to Carol, her tank top barely concealed her
huge breasts which jutted out from her chest like a
couple of huge balloons.
"Kelly, this is Carol," Carol said with a smile
and a giggle. "Carol teaches with me, and we've
become very good friends. Can you imagine two girls
named Carol being so different?" They both twittered
at that.
They WERE different. The new Carol's blonde hair
was long and wrapped in a bun atop her head. She
couldn't have been much taller than five feet. And
those tits...
"Hi, Kelly," she said and walked toward me from
where she had been standing by the couch. She
stretched out her hand to shake mine. "Carol has told
me a lot about you! I want to fuck your socks off,"
she exclaimed, the smile never leaving her face.
I reached out and took her hand, which was warm
and dry. I was so shocked by this that I didn't know
what to say! I just stood there shaking her hand and
smiling like an idiot.
She dropped my hand and reached around me with
both arms to give me a big hug. The top of her head
was well below my chin and I could smell the clean
scent of her hair. Her enormous breasts squashed
against my stomach as she hugged me tight.
"Well, Kelly," my Carol said. "Looks like you're
going to be busy today, because I'm going to fuck your
socks off too. That's why we worked all morning to
get the yard work done... so you'd have the time, and
ENERGY, to service us both."
I hadn't even noticed that the yard work was
done!
"C'mon into the bedroom," she told us. And off
we went, hand in hand.
Carol and Ken's bedroom was a huge one for the
times. King-sized beds were just becoming popular,
and bedrooms were starting to be designed to
accommodate those immense entertainment centers. The
bed was centered on the west wall, immediately
opposite the door, with a small window, the only
window in the room, above the headboard. Book shelves
lined the wall on the south, floor to ceiling. The
shelves were filled to overflowing with all sorts of
tomes, from the classics, to science fiction, to
erotica. On the north wall was a triple dresser. The
bed was rumpled and unmade, with flowered sheets.
We walked into the room and immediately took off
our clothes. The new Carol and I walked to the bed
as tall Carol closed the door behind us. I was
already getting an erection in anticipation of the
afternoon ahead of me, and my cock was jutting out
some, as the blood rushing to it stiffened and
lengthened it. It swayed back and forth as I stepped,
and the blonde reached over and grabbed hold of it as
we walked.
"Oooh, you're pretty big," she stated.
That kinda startled me, because the other Carol,
my Carol, had never said anything about my size, and
I had not yet been with another woman. I was pleased,
but had not ever thought about it.
"Thanks... I guess," I answered. "Do you really
think so?"
"Yes," she stated with enthusiasm! "Much bigger
than my husband! And you're not even really hard yet!
Carol was right! This is going to be a wonderful
afternoon!"
We climbed on the bed, she never relinquishing
her hold on my quickly stiffening cock. She started
to stroke it gently as I lay down on my back, she to
my side. I looked toward the door and got another
shock. Carol and Ken had done some decorating since
my last visit. The whole east wall, including the
door, was covered in mirror! The whole room was
reflected in the east wall. I could see the bed, the
books, Carol stroking my cock and the other Carol's
hairy ass as she walked smilingly toward the bed after
laying her glasses on the dresser.
"Do you like it," she asked?
I nodded numbly and Carol giggled as she watched
herself stroking my cock in the mirrored wall.
Carol joined us on the bed, on her hands and
knees, ass facing the mirrors, and immediately put her
mouth over my cock, sucking and swirling her tongue
around the head of it as her friend caressed it
lovingly. One hand she placed on my thigh to steady
her self while the other went directly to her hot
pussy. I looked in the mirror and saw her hand snake
between her legs. Her index and ring fingers spread
the lips of her labia while the middle finger found
the spot she had bee searching for... her clit. She
was already mushy wet, and her stroking finger made
a squishy sound as she masturbated herself. What a
show!
The blonde Carol also watched her for a minute,
but then turned her attentions to me with a smile.
Lifting one breast in the cup of her hand, she licked
her own nipple (something my Carol could never hope
to do!) and then offered it to me. I leaned toward
her slightly and took the nipple into my mouth,
licking it and nipping it slightly with my teeth as
Carol had taught me to do.
She sighed with pleasure, but instructed me
further. "That's good Kelly, but I like it to be
sucked --- HARD," she told me.
I complied and was greeted with a gush of warm
liquid! She was lactating! I could feel her quiver
as the tepid liquid passed from her sensitive nipple
into my waiting mouth. It was sweet tasting beyond
my experience, and I cannot today explain the taste,
other than it was wonderful, and sexy, at the same
time. She moaned with pleasure as her body rocked in
large shudders.
"Oh, Kelly, You'll never know how GOOD that
feels," she murmured as I continued to suck at her
glorious nipple. She had stopped stroking my cock as
Carol enveloped the whole thing in her talented mouth,
wrapping her fingers around the base of it and
squeezing it as she liked to do, to hold my ejaculate
in.
The blonde watched her for a minute and then
asked, "How can you get that whole thing in your
mouth, Carol? I have trouble with Tim's, and he is
on half the size of Kelly's!"
Carol stopped her ministrations and turned to her
friend. "It's all in the throat," she said. "You
have to open your throat wide to let it in. That way
you won't gag," she explained matter-of-factly, as if
teaching math or something else to one of her
students. "You try it."
The blonde pulled her nipple abruptly from my
sucking mouth, spraying milk over my chin and replaced
Carol at the top of my wet stalk. She tried, bless
her, but she couldn't get more than half of my hard
cock into her mouth without gagging. Some have it,
some don't! After a few tries, she reluctantly gave
up and gave my throbbing member back to her friend,
saying, "I'll practice later," with a rueful smile.
Carol went back to work immediately, licking and
sucking the whole thing with ease.
"Have you ever eaten pussy, Kelly," the blonde
asked me?
When I nodded the negative, she said, "Watch
while I show you how."
She got on her hands and knees behind Carol, her
breast swinging pendulously beneath her, and
positioned Carol with her hands so that I could see
them both in the mirrored wall. She had trouble
aligning them both so that could see, while Carol
could still suck my cock, so she quickly go up and
opened the door about three inches, placing that
mirror at and angle that was perfect for her purposes.
She bounced (literally) back to the bed and resumed
her position on hands and knees directly behind Carol.
With one check to make sure I could see exactly
what she was doing, she nodded with a satisfied
expression on her face... and pushed her head into
Carol's waiting, magnificently wet, hairy pussy.
Carol pulled her hand away from her clit and wrapped
the wet fingers around my cock to better steady
herself, squeezing it ever tighter as her head bobbed
up and down over my crotch.
The blonde's tongue was amazingly long, it
reached a good three inches from her pink lips to the
raging wet clitoris that Carol had been masturbating
for the last several minutes. No wonder she couldn't
swallow a cock, she had so much tongue that she
couldn't possibly fit anything else into that pretty
mouth! It snaked out like it had a mind of its own
and ministered lovingly at the knobby red organ,
flicking it lightly, then lapping, then the lips
closing on it and sucking it... just like I had been
doing to Carol's nipples in our many previous
sessions. I could do THAT!
Carol's resulting moans around my cock were
enough to set me off and my butt clinched tightly as
I arched my back off the flowered sheets trying vainly
to ram my dick farther down her throat. I grabbed the
sheets with both hands as I achieved orgasm... but
Carol's magic fingers did the trick again, as she
squeezed tighter and would not allow any semen to
escape my pounding organ. Wave after wave of pleasure
coursed through my body as she continued to lick and
suck at my cock. The muscles cramped in my groin as
my prostate tried pointlessly to pump my cum through
my shaft, which was as effectively blocked off as if
she had put a tourniquet around it, but the pain only
heightened my pleasure.
Finally, I lay back exhausted, as Carol released
her oral grip on my cock and concentrated on the
talented tongue at her pussy. She turned her head
from my crotch to watch her friend in the mirror. Her
fingers continued to squeeze my dick mercilessly until
it finally ceased pulsating, but continued to stay
erect. We both watched the blonde's astonishing
tongue at it slurped at the liquids generated by
Carol's hot box.
The blonde stopped what she was doing and crawled
over to me. She reached down and kissed me
passionately. Her mouth tasted sweetly of Carol's
juicy cum and carried the musky scent of her. Her
long probed my mouth deeply, licking the sensitive
roof of my mouth, making my squirm with pleasure. We
groaned in unison as our mouths clashed, out teeth
grinding together in our passion.
She abruptly broke the kiss and got to her knees,
squatting over my face.
"Let's see how quickly you learn," she said.
"Carol says you are a natural."
She lowered herself down to my waiting lips. I
noticed then that she was not nearly as hairy as
Carol, her pubic region no bigger than my fist, and
a soft, fluffy blond. There was no hair at all next
to her waiting pussy; the lips were bare and pink,
glistening with a light coating of fluid. As she
squatted, her legs parted naturally, and the center
of her sex opened up to my waiting tongue, exposing
a tiny pink clitoris.
I lapped at it hungrily, and then remembering
what she had done with Carol, and what Carol liked me
to do with her nipples, I settled in to a pattern of
licking, flicking and sucking. I could feel her
clitoris grow as blood rushed to it in response to my
attack. She started wiggling above me as my tongue
found its target. Her back arched and she started
pulling at her own nipples, squeezing and milking the
pendulous breasts, and watching herself in the mirror.
I felt Carol crawling around on the bed, and then
the telltale heat as she lowered herself, grabbing my
cock with one hand, guiding it into her waiting cunt,
which was dripping cum onto my stomach. She slowly
impaled herself on my staff until I felt the end of
it touch her cervix. She sat there for a minute,
relishing the feel of it in her, then slowly raised
herself again, the muscles of her cunt grabbing my
throbbing cock, holding it in a tight glove of passion
as she started the ride toward orgasm.
If I turned my head slightly to the left, I could
see between the blonde's legs, and watch as my wet,
slimy cock disappeared slowly into her hot pussy, only
to emerge again within a few seconds with a new
coating of love juice. I could hear both women moan
with pleasure over the slurping sounds of my tongue
and lips as they worked their magic on the blonde
Carol's hot box. I tilted my head back, and I could
look out between the blonde's heavy butt cheeks to the
mirrored door; watched her as she groped and squeezed
her enormous breasts, milking great drops out of the
nipples to roll over her hands, onto my chest. My
long nose brushed against her tight anus as I tilted
my head and I could hear her gasp with surprise. She
ground her pelvis hard against my face until my mouth
was almost swallowed up by her pussy, my nose stuck
in the crack of her ass. I thought I would suffocate!
I had to reach back with my hands, which had been
on her thighs, to push on her weighty butt, forcing
her away from my face so that I could breathe. She
whined with dismay as my mouth left her clitoris and
I gasped for breath! All this time, Carol kept riding
my hard cock, moving faster and faster on it as she
approached an orgasm.
Carol came within a few minutes, and she sat down
hard on my rigid cock, driving it into her until I
thought it would burst past her cervix into her
waiting womb, and wriggled around on it grinding her
clitoris into my pelvis. I could see her fabulous
brown nipples, standing out straight from the slight
mounds of her breasts, which were covered in a deep
red rash of pleasure. She was gasping like a
championship swimmer after an Olympic tryout, her lips
stretched tightly across her crooked teeth, half
smile, half grimace as she rubbed her wet crotch
against mine.
The blonde Carol was delighted! "Oh, Carol," she
exclaimed! "You're having an orgasm already??!
Quick, let me have him before he gets soft! I am
almost ready to cum too!"
Carol, my Carol, pulled herself from my
unyielding pole, reluctantly it seemed, and lay down
beside me, panting for breath, her head resting on my
knee, her legs stretching toward the pillows behind
my head. My dick smacked wetly against my hard
stomach. She reached up with her long fingers and
wrapped them again around the base of my stalk and
pulled it smartly upright. It waved back and forth
it beat with my racing pulse as the blonde moved from
over my face to over my cock by scrambling forward on
her knees.
As Carol held my cock vertical, the blonde
lowered herself until the wet slit of her pussy was
brushing the head of it, tickling it unforgiving.
She rocked backwards and forwards until she could feel
it enter the right spot and then slammed down onto it,
screaming as it tore into her.
"It's HUGE," she shouted to nobody in particular!
"I've never felt anything so good! I wish Tim's was
this big." (I've since found out, much to my own
humility, that I'm somewhat larger that average, but
NOT huge. Poor Tim must have been hung like an eight-
year-old.)
The blonde Carol was tight! Much to my
disappointment, though, she wasn't nearly as
accomplished lover as my Carol. While tight and wet
and hot, she had little muscle control. But she WAS
enthusiastic. She absolutely loved riding my stony-
hard dick, and wriggled and bounced on it until my
balls ached.
After a minute's rest, Carol replaced her friend
over my face, lowered her hairy, musky cunt to my
waiting tongue, and I started eating her pussy like
I had the blonde's. I heard her tell me in no
uncertain terms that I was doing it exactly right,
which made me assault her clit with even more fervor.
I felt her fingers reach into her box and gather
some of the liquid flowing from her drenched cunt onto
her fingers. Then I heard a squeal of delight and
peeked from between her legs to the blonde riding my
cock. Since Carol was so much thinner than the
blonde, I was able to maneuver my head a little better
and get a better view of what was happening.
Carol had poked her cum slickened finger into the
blonde's anus! And the blonde obviously loved it, for
she was rocking back and forth in a frenzy in time to
my rising thrusts and Carol's piercing finger! I
turned slightly to look into the mirrors on the wall
and saw her clutching her breasts feverishly,
squeezing them to the point that they must have hurt
her, her eyes closed tightly. A pink flush was
starting to creep across her upper chest, right below
the neck. The bun into which her long blonde hair had
been fastened had come loose, and been replaced by a
long pony tail cascading down her back. It bounced
back and forth like the tail of a galloping mare as
she met the attack at both her orifices with crazed
relish.
Carol whimpered and ground her pussy into my face
with renewed vigor, the hairy insides of her thighs
feeling like sandpaper against my cheeks, as I had
stopped licking her pussy to watch the sexy scene
unfold in the mirrors. I renewed my efforts and she
quieted down, lifting up again slightly and releasing
my head from the grip of her thighs.
I could feel the pressure build in my cock, and
knew that orgasm was impending. I could not last much
longer, and hoped the blonde was near hers so that I
wouldn't disappoint her at this late stage of the
game. I needn't have worried!
Just as I was thinking about her, she yelled,
"OH, GOD... I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!"
Again?? I hadn't realized she had already had
an orgasm! I let myself go and rammed into her again
and again, and could feel Carol's finger rubbing
against my cock through the thin membrane that
separated the anus from her pussy. The blonde started
flopping around so wildly that I had a hard time
keeping my cock inside her, and I had to grab her hips
forcefully. My fingers dug into her fleshy thighs
unforgiving as I demanded that she remain on my
cock. I had to have been hurting her with my grip,
but she seemed not to notice as I pounded into her
sopping cunt.
I was startled to hear her scream loudly as her
orgasm hit its peak. Carol had never screamed, but
mostly whimpered quietly, yet forcefully, as she
orgasmed. This was new to me, and excited me no end.
I came myself almost immediately as she screamed,
gushing huge amounts of my thick white semen into
her, adding to the liquid that was already drenching
her cunt. We trembled in unison as wave after wave
of pleasure racked our bodies.
I couldn't continue to eat Carol's pussy, I was
so caught up in my orgasm, and she rolled off of me,
wildly fingering herself, shoving two, then three
fingers into her dripping box. The blonde lay back
on top of me and my hands left her thighs to grab hold
of her huge melons, pinching the nipples savagely in
our passion.
Finally, exhausted, I rolled over to my side,
taking the blonde with me still inside her tight, but
drenched, pussy. Carol was still busy fingering
herself. I looked into the mirror, and the blonde
Carol was resting quietly, her eyes closed and a
contented smile on her face.
I glanced at the clock on the dresser. Only 45
minutes had passed since I had rang the door bell!
What an afternoon!!!
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