part 2
Afterward, after Bill had gone in to take a shower, leaving Carol alone with
Betty in the kitchen, Carol began to feel the guilt she always felt after
masturbating, on this time the guilt was much greater. Had she really sucked off
a strange man's cock? And let it splatter cum all over her face, actually
BEGGING for it? Yes. She had, and there was no going back. Sensing her new
friends guilt, Betty said, "Carol, what you did was nothing more than carrying
out your normal, youthful sexual urges. It isn't like you've gone out and had a
love affair with another man. What you did is nothing more than what Bill and I
like to call 'Sport Fucking.'" "Sport fu... fucking?" Carol asked, incredulous.
"Yes, only you didn't even fuck. You only licked my husband's cock a little, and
let him come on your face. Oh yes, and in your mouth. A little. It's no more
significant than playing a round of tennis or golf with another man. Carol,
darling, don't even worry about it." "I doubt Art would see it that way," she
said, worrying about what would happen if her husband ever found out what she'd
done. "Well what if Art did something like that with another woman? What if Art
let another woman suck his cock, or fuck him. Would that bother you, if you both
knew about it and agreed to it?" Betty asked. "AGREED to it? Betty, what's the
sense of being married if... if you and your husband fu... make love to other
people?" Carol asked. "But don't you see, Carol? That's just the point. We DON'T
make love to other people. We FUCK with them, Carol. Say it. Say the word. Say
FUCK. Fuck fuck fuck! It has nothing to do with love. It's sex. That's all,
Carol. Nothing more than hot, exciting, nasty, cum splashing sex. It definitely
is NOT love. Or making love. Do you see the difference, dear?" "I... I don't
know. I don't know anything anymore," Carol said, her eyes filling with tears.
"Oh Carol, stop, please," Betty said, moving next to the young blonde, taking
Carol in her arms, pulling her to her feet, hugging her, the large, firm tits of
the older woman pressing nakedly against the softer upturned breasts of the
young blonde. "It's just sex, Carol. Nothing more. And you loved it. I know you
did. And something tells me you wouldn't mind if Bill DID fuck you. Would you,
Carol? You've been thinking about what it would feel like to have my husband's
big dick shoved up this tight little almost virgin twat, haven't you, baby?"
Betty said, reaching down to cup her fingers over Carol's wet cunt. "Betty,
STOP! What are you DOING?" Carol gasped, trying to pull back, feeling the
sensation of Betty's fingers like an electric shock on her clitoris. "Haven't
you ever fooled around with another woman, Carol? A roommate, perhaps... a close
friend... a sister, or a stranger you meet on an airplane?" Betty was still
pressed against Carol, the shorter woman's full tits rubbing back and forth
across Carol's ultra-sensitive nipples. "Noooo!" Carol groaned, feeling the heat
building in her pussy again. "Stop! Oh stop, pleaseeeee," she pleaded. "I'll
stop if you tell me the correct answer to this question," Betty said, sliding
down Carol's body, kneeling before the young wife. "If you can truthfully tell
me this doesn't feel good, I'll stop," she continued, leaning forward before
Carol could stop her. Instantly, Carol felt the softness of Betty's tongue and
lips on her swollen clit. All will power, along with her meek resistance, faded.
"Oh Godddddd!" Carol moaned, unable to stop her legs from parting, from
spreading wider open, encouraging Betty, allowing her more room to slide between
them. Betty's tongue was like a little magic cock, slipping and sliding over
Carol's oily slit, driving Carol crazy with desire. "Should I stop, darling?"
Carol murmured from the depths of Carol's cunt. "Oh God DAMN you, Betty. You
know damn well I can't ask you to stop. It feels so... I... nothing... nothing
I've ever experienced felt this good. I... I've never been... eaten... before,"
Carol gasped, humping her ass forward now, as though she were trying to do some
kind of erotic limbo dance, grinding her wet cunt against Betty's face, rubbing
her clit as best she could against Betty's lips and wonderful tongue. Grasping
the back of Betty's head, Carol pulled it against her spread cunt, begging her
to continue eating her. "Yes... yes... YESSSSS OHHHHH GODDDDDD, BETTY... EAT
ME... SUCK ME... SUCK MY CUNTTTTTTTT!" Carol screamed, coming with such a
vengeance she almost toppled over on top of Betty. Betty rose, slowly, from
Carol's slick cunt. "I think you are one of the hottest women I've ever known,"
Betty said. "Kiss me, Carol. Taste yourself on my lips, my chin, my tongue.
Taste the sweet sour sauce your pussy drained all over my face, Carol. Do it.
KISS ME!" Betty snapped, pulling Carol's head roughly toward the older woman's
waiting mouth. Carol felt their lips touching. The obvious fragrance of a randy,
hot pussy filled her nostrils, causing them to flare uncontrollably, as though
someone had just held an open bottle of ammonia beneath them, only this wasn't
ammonia... this scent was clearly pussy. As the two women began to kiss, Betty
reached out to feel Carol's breasts, squeezing them, fondling them lovingly.
Tentatively, Carol did the same to Betty, touching the older woman's firm tits,
sensing how different they were from her own. I wonder if Art would like me
better if I had tits like this, Carol wondered. Breaking the kiss, Betty said,
"Let's go into the bedroom. Bill should be finished with his shower by now. I
want to eat you again, while he fucks you." "Oh God, Betty... I... I can't. I
just can't let him do that to me," Carol said, hoping Betty wouldn't accept her
answer. Deep inside Carol knew what Betty had just suggested was exactly what
Carol wanted to have happen to her. "Nonsense, Carol. Don't be a silly ninny.
Now come with me. We're going to have such fun together, the four of us."
Turning, she led Carol back to the bedroom again, leaving her to speculate on
what she meant by "the four of us...." "Darling," Betty said, looking at Bill as
he finished toweling off, his naked body tan and hard, while his soft cock hung
loosely between his legs. "Do you think you might be able to get hard again for
this?" Betty asked, stripping the robe from Carol's body, leaving her totally
naked in front of the naked man staring at her. "God you're lovely," Bill said,
gazing at Carol's youthful good looks. Carol's hair hung down over her
shoulders, straight, blond, still wet at the tips. Her cunt was a tawny brown,
slightly darker than Carol's sun-bleached long blond hair, and once again
Carol's large nipples were sticking out proudly, excited, erect. "She wants you
to fuck her, don't you, Carol?" Betty said. "Tell him, darling. Tell my husband
how badly you want to feel his big cock up inside your wet pussy. This pussy,"
Betty said softly, reaching down to spread the lips of Carol's wet cunt apart,
sliding the fingers up inside the young wife, fucking her slowly with the two
fingers. "Ohhhhh," Carol gasped, bending over slightly, as Betty's fingers
invaded Carol's moist, tight young pussy. "Tell him, Carol. Say it. Say 'I want
you to fuck me with your big cock while your wife eats my pussy.' Tell him,
Carol. DO IT!" "OKAY!" Carol said. "I... I do. I want... I want you to... to
fu-to fuck me... to FUCK ME... with your big COCK... while... while your wife
eats my... my... my NASTY, WET PUSSYYYYYY!" Carol screamed, coming again as
Betty's fingers plunged in and out of the young girl's cunt. "Let's get on the
bed," Bill suggested, walking over to the two women, leading them to the bed.
Together the older couple helped position Carol's nude body on the bed. Bill was
semi-erect again now, watching as his wife ate Carol's pussy, getting her ready
for him, for his cock. My God she's a beautiful young thing, Bill thought as he
watched Carol's blue eyes fluttering with excitement as Betty ate Carol's eager,
wet cunt. "Sorry, darling, but I have to taste some of that myself, if you don't
mind," Bill said, gently moving Betty away from Carol's cunt. "Why don't you
offer her some of yours while I eat her," Bill suggested, crawling up between
Carol's legs, the sweet scent from the young girl's pussy wafting into his nose.
"Hmmm. Good idea, darling. I think she might be ready for it now," Betty said,
licking her way up Carol's body, dipping a tongue into Carol's navel, then
sliding it further, up to Carol's erect nipples, where Betty stopped to nibble
and suck the extended nips. Then Betty straightened, crawling up over Carol's
tits, moving slowly now, letting Carol watch as Betty's shaved, naked cunt drew
closer... and closer... and closer to Carol's mouth. Carol was moaning
continuously now, making little mewing sounds, little cries, squeals, fuck
noises as Bill's experienced tongue worked its magic on Carol's young pussy. She
would do anything now... anything they asked. She knew she would. She wanted
to... wanted to please them, as they were pleasing her, filling her with
excitement beyond anything she ever thought possible. "I want you to eat me now,
darling," Betty was saying. Carol nodded, moaning, mumbling softly, "anything...
anything... anything...." Betty lowered her cunt onto Carol's face, twisting
around so she was facing her husband now. Carol cried out as the wet pussy made
contact with her face. The overwhelming enormity of it all suddenly got to her,
filling her with the most intense sexual sensations she'd ever experienced.
Opening her mouth, she stuck her tongue as far up inside Betty's pussy as she
could, wanting to taste her juices, wanting to please this incredible woman,
this woman who had already opened doors to experiences and sensations Carol
never knew existed. "Fuck her now, Bill. Crawl up her body and fuck her. I want
to see your cock sliding in her pussy while she eats me," Betty growled, her
eyes half shut, her body twitching as Carol's tongue continued to probe and lick
the inside of Betty's cunt, eagerly, willingly. Betty watched as Bill moved up
from the young wife's pussy, his cock hard, drooping slightly from the weight of
the long shaft. Good, Betty thought. He's excited again. She's going to go crazy
when he fills her with his cock. God how I love this man... and how I love our
life, Betty thought, reaching down to spread the lips of her pussy wider apart,
lowering herself further down onto Carol's lapping, probing tongue. Bill grinned
at Betty, then leaned forward, positioning his cock at the opening of Carol's
tight young pussy. She was so wet the head of the huge cock slipped inside the
entrance to Carol's cunt easily, but then her clinging, tight young cunt grabbed
the huge cock, capturing it, refusing to let it go in any deeper. "I'm going to
need something," Bill said. Carol was crying deliriously, almost out of her mind
with pleasure from feeling Bill's cock entering her, and when he pulled out she
screamed from beneath Betty's cunt... "NOOOOO! DON'T STOPPPPPP!" "I'll be right
back, baby. Don't worry," Bill said, moving off the bed quickly, walking over to
a small dresser next to the bed. Opening a drawer, he took out a bottle of
lubricant, then returned to Carol's pussy. Tipping the bottle upside down, he
squeezed it, letting the lubricant fill the entrance to Carol's cunt. Then he
moved quickly again, reentering her cunt with his cock, sliding it in deeper
now, then deeper still. Carol screamed. Never in her life had she felt like
this. It was as though someone was trying to push a baseball bat into her pussy,
yet this bat was smooth, like wet velvet, filling her, stretching her young cunt
as nothing ever had before. Betty slid off Carol's face so they both could watch
the beautiful young girl's expressions as Bill fucked her. "Oh Goddddd!" Carol
sighed, moaning continuously now, gurgling uncontrollably. Spit was drooling
from the corners of her mouth. Her blue eyes were clenched tightly shut, and she
was tugging on her nipples, pulling them, stretching them as Bill's cock
continued to move ever so slowly deeper and deeper into Carol's tight, youthful
pussy. "My GOD, Betty, she's the tightest cunt I've ever fucked. I don't believe
how tight her pussy is," Bill gasped, pushing again, boring his cock slowly into
her, deeper and deeper. With each new thrust Carol cried out, moaning, twitching
violently. "Oh God I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," she cried, over and
over, continuously. "THERE!" Bill gasped. "I'm in her as deeply as I can go." He
was sweating, fighting to keep from coming as Carol's vice-like grip on his cock
held him more firmly than he'd ever been held before. "Her pussy is tighter than
an asshole," he groaned, moving out an inch or two, then sliding back inside
again, feeling Carol's cunt ever so slowly becoming more and more lubricated.
Still, the friction against his cock was incredible. As his excitement mounted,
he began to fuck faster, and as he fucked her, Carol's moans turned to screams
of joy. "Oh GOD YESSS YESSSSS YESSSS YESSSSSS!" she screamed, crying, sobbing
with joy. "I'm... going... to... cum!" Bill groaned, pumping forward roughly, no
longer trying to be gentle. He was fucking Carol now, raping her, holding
nothing back, her screams of joy and the look of intense lust on her beautiful
young face turning him on like nothing he'd ever experienced before. "Here...
it... COMESSSSSS!" he shrieked, pushing against Carol's small frame, driving his
cock deeply inside her tight wet pussy as far as he could, then leaving it there
as his cock began to fill the young wife with spurt after spurt of hot cum.
"AIEEEEEEEE OH GOD OH GOD OH GODDDDDD AHHHH UGHHHHH UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
HE'S... KILLING... MEEEEEEEEE! I... LOVEEEEEEEEEE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" Carol
screeched, twisting and turning beneath Bill's body, clawing at his back, her
legs wrapped around his waist, fists pounding his back, beating him, biting his
shoulder as the most enormously powerful orgasm of her life slammed into her,
the waves of pleasure only moments before seeming like water in a bathtub versus
a hurricane in comparison to the pleasure Bill's orgasm was creating in her body
now. Carol gasped, fighting to breathe, not sure whether she was doing it or
not. Her entire body felt as though it was breaking out in a case of hives...
her skin itched... burned... her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she
wondered if it might burst... her eyes rolled in her head uncontrollably, and at
the height of her orgasm she felt as though she were pissing, not sure whether
she was or not. "Jesus Christ!" Betty laughed, leaning down, kissing Carol
gently on the lips. "I think you liked that, little one," Betty teased. "Oh
FUCK!" Carol moaned, her body covered in sweat, some of it running down into her
eyes, burning them. Betty used a tissue to wipe the sweat from Carol's eyes,
then kissed the young girl again. Carol grinned, finally coming back down to
earth from her enormous sexual high. Slowly, Bill began to withdraw his cock
from Carol's cunt. "NOOOOO!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around his waist
again, her scissor hold grabbing him so tightly he couldn't move. Bill laughed,
then leaned down and kissed her, first on the lips, then on the tip of her nose.
"I've never... I...." Carol began. "Yeah. I know," Bill grinned. "Me either.
You're unbelievable. Hasn't anybody ever fucked you before? You've got the
tightest pussy I've ever felt, on anyone, ever." "I haven't had much
experience," Carol admitted shyly. I was a virgin when I got married, and Art
doesn't... we don't... fuck... as much as I'd like." "Well any time you want a
repeat performance with me, baby, you just come on over and I'll be waiting for
you," Bill grinned. "And so will I, darling," Betty smiled, leaning down,
kissing Carol softly. "So will I...."
"Carol, can I ask you something?" Betty said. The two women were sitting in
Betty's kitchen having coffee. Bill was in his study, working on the computer.
"Sure. What?" Carol beamed. The three of them had just completed another
marathon sex session, and Carol's pussy was still tingling from the fucking Bill
had given her, and the sucking Betty had performed on Carol's still tender cunt
afterward. "You keep mentioning how much Art likes big tits. Have you ever
considered getting your tits enlarged?" "Me? Oh heavens, no, Betty. Why I... I
don't think I'd... I mean... well...." Carol stammered, suddenly giving the idea
serious thought. "Well what, baby? You said Art would pay more attention to you
if you had bigger tits, didn't you? It's sure worked for me, let me tell you.
Just think how great you'd look with a big pair of tits for Art to suck, or
fuck." "It... it does sound wonderful," Carol blushed. "I've always wished I had
a bigger pair." Then, sighing dejectedly, "But there's no way we have that kind
of money. Art is starting to do quite well, which he should, for all the
traveling he does. You know he's going to be gone almost four weeks on this
trip? He had to go to the Far East again. He loves it, and is doing very well,
but I miss him." "What if the money wasn't a problem, Carol? Would you do it
then?" Betty asked. "Gee, I don't know. Maybe. I might...." She paused,
thinking, then added, "In fact, yeah, I probably would. Why not. I'd LOVE bigger
tits, like yours." "When did you say Art left on this trip?" Betty asked.
"Sunday night. He's not coming back until the 25th," Carol pouted. "Then we have
time. What do you think Art would say if he came home to find his wife
transformed into a big-titted, sexy dressing slut?" Carol giggled. "He'd
probably rape me," she said, thinking about it. "And wouldn't you like that?"
Betty asked. "Yeah. I'd probably love it," Carol grinned. "Why?" "Because, you
sweet little innocent, that's exactly what's going to happen. We are getting you
a boob job. Compliments of your sexy neighborhood lottery winners," Betty
smiled. "I'll call my doctor right now and make all the arrangements. By the end
of the week, Carol, you're going to be looking like one of those girls on
Baywatch!" It had all happened so fast. Carol, swept up in Betty's enthusiasm,
had gone along with it, and now here she was, sitting in front of her bedroom
mirror staring at the image of a platinum blonde, huge-titted slut. Admiring her
new body, Carol did have to admit that her new tits looked great. She had
excitedly gone along with everything Betty suggested, including her insistence
on building Carol's shapely but smallish B-cup breasts up to a huge 38D size.
Carol almost didn't recognize herself as she sat staring at the sexy platinum
blonde in the mirror in front of her. Betty had insisted on the new hair color,
too, and as she sat staring at her new image, Carol had to agree Betty was
right. The new hair color, along with her new, larger tits, did make Carol feel
sexier. In fact, she mused, she was starting to feel downright slutty. "Hi...
it's just us," Betty called out from the living room. Carol left the door open
for them so Betty could walk in when she arrived, and now, as Carol got up to
join her friend, she smiled at the total sexy look of her new body. "Hi," she
said, bouncing into the living room, greeting Betty with a kiss. "Ready to go
shopping?" Betty asked. "Yes!" Carol hissed, giggling. She knew she ought to
feel at least a little guilty over accepting all the money Betty and Bill were
lavishly spending on her, but somehow the fact that they were millionaires made
it seem less extravagant, and somehow easier to accept. Especially since they
both were fucking and enjoying Carol's young body whenever they wished these
days. Hardly a day went by without at least one of them fucking or sucking
Carol. And she loved it... loved the sensations her new friends were creating in
her body... loved FUCKING. Yes, FUCKING, instead of quickly "making love." Oh
sure, she still loved Art, but somehow what she was doing with Betty and Bill
just seemed so much more... exciting. Carol was growing to love the complete
surrender of her body to these two highly sexed older people. And she was
starting to think about wanting even more. She wondered what Art would say if he
knew Carol was thinking about fucking other men as well, not just Bill! . In
fact, lately Carol had begun to fantasize about what it would be like to be the
center of attention at a "gang bang." God would that ever be hot. At night,
after Bill and Betty were through with her body, Carol would return home and
masturbate for hours, pretending a never-ending line of men were taking turns
fucking her. And lately, she'd started seriously thinking about somehow making
it really happen. Who knows... Art might even enjoy seeing her doing something
like that. He was always trying to get her t o show off a little more of her
body, wasn't he? Well now that she had a real body to show off, maybe Art would
enjoy letting her REALLY show it off. But today Betty was taking Carol shopping,
so it was time to stop daydreaming again. It was time to begin the completion of
her sexy makeover. Hours later the two women arrived back at Carol's apartment.
Laughing over how they'd teased the sales clerks in the stores they'd visited,
Betty asked Carol if she would mind if Bill came over for a fashion show. "No of
course not," Carol said, smiling, her pussy beginning to tingle at the thought
of having Bill's huge cock stuck up her cunt again. "Good. I'll call him. You go
in and put on one of the sexy new outfits we just bought, okay? Let's surprise
him when he gets here," Betty said, swatting Carol gently on the ass. "Now
move!" As Carol donned the sensuous new baby blue satin and lace garter belt,
baby blue stocking, panties and bra ensemble, she grinned. Already her pussy was
getting wet, and she only wished she could show off her new body to more than
just Bill. Sighing, she pulled on a brief, white, long-sleeved top with a scoop
neck and short bodice, the kind that hang low enough to easily cover a normal
woman's tits, but one that was so short it just barely covered Carol's new 38D
breasts. For a skirt Carol selected a shocking royal blue lycra mini, a skirt so
short it left the pale flesh of her thighs exposed above the sexy blue
stockings. Smiling as she bent over to apply the heavy, glittering blue and
silver eye shadow Betty bought for her, Carol wondered what her husband would
say if he saw her now. "Reading for your debut, darling?" Betty asked, bouncing
into the bedroom. "Oh my... are you ever!" she grinned, whistling in
appreciation of Carol's stunning sexy appearance. "I'm ready," Carol grinned
back. "I only hope that sexy husband of yours is ready for me. I can't WAIT to
feel his cock in my poor little pussy again," Carol said. "Darling. I have a
surprise for you," Betty said quietly. "One I think you're ready for. One I KNOW
you're going to love." "What!" Carol asked, excited, knowing how much she'd
already enjoyed everything Bill and Betty had done with her. "Come with me.
You'll see soon enough," Betty said. Walking into the living room, Carol was
disappointed to find it empty. "I thought Bill was coming over," she said.
"Change of plans, darling. Come on. We're going to our house," Betty said,
waiting while Carol got her keys, then locked the door. "Why? What's up?" Carol
asked. "You'll see. And you'll love it, too," Betty said slyly. Entering Betty's
condo, Carol was again disappointed to find it also was empty, but she didn't
say anything, deciding rather to wait and see what Betty and Bill had planned
for her. "Okay, you guys. You can come out now," Betty called out. "Guys?" Carol
said. "Betty, what's going on?" Suddenly the room filled with five of the most
gorgeous hunks Carol had ever seen. Her heart began beating rapidly as she
realized they were all almost naked. Then Bill walked in, and he WAS naked.
"Bill! I... I...." Carol stammered, feeling her cheeks reddening instantly. "Hi
baby. Betty and I thought it was about time you enjoyed some really hot sex, so
she picked out her favorite studs, and invited them over for you. Tonight YOU,
my sweet innocent young thing, are going to be the center of a VERY hot
evening...." That evening had changed Carol's life. She allowed herself to be
fucked and sucked every way imaginable, over and over again, until her pussy was
so swollen and sore she could hardly stand it when, after the final fuck of the
evening, from Bill, Betty's tongue softly licked the young wife to her umpteenth
orgasm of the evening. Since then Carol had become an outrageous exhibitionist,
showing off her body, even sucking off a stranger in a gas station once with
Betty's encouragement. But now she was nervous. VERY nervous. Art was due to
arrive home any minute, after being away from her for almost a month. He'd
called her a few times, and once Carol had surprised him by seducing him into a
glorious session of phone sex, during which she'd teased him with a scenario in
which she told him to pretend she was fucking a group of Art's friends.
Surprisingly, Art said afterward that she wished she really would do something
like that some day with him, and although he'd sounded ! sincere, Carol wasn't
so sure. But now she'd find out. Now she had to explain to Art how the
relatively flat-chested young wife he'd left four weeks earlier was suddenly
sporting a hefty 38D cup bra, platinum blond hair, and a sexy new wardrobe. For
her husband's homecoming, Carol had selected a sexy, transparent ensemble
consisting of a lavender teddy, lavender stockings, and a pair of matching spike
heeled patent leather shoes. The final surprise was her newly shaved,
baby-smooth, oiled naked pussy, the last step, Betty had argued convincingly, in
Carol's complete transformation from innocent young wife to sexy fuck slut.
Hearing someone coming into the living room, knowing it had to be Art, without
thinking, Carol quickly ran into the living room to greet him. "Hi baby. AHHH!"
Art screamed, jumping back from the sexy blonde running toward him. "It's me,
baby. Do... do you like my new image?" Carol asked, holding up her arms, letting
Art take in her platinum white hair, huge tits, and naked pussy. "Carol! My GOD!
What...." "It's a long story, baby. I'll explain everything later. But I have to
know, Art. Do you like it?" Carol asked, anxiously. Grinning, Art swept her into
his arms. "LIKE it? My God, Carol, I LOVE it! You look like an entirely new
woman, baby. You look like a... a fu-oh, sorry, I mean, like a... a centerfold
or something." "Like a FUCKING centerfold, Art? Is that what you were going to
say?" Carol teased. "Carol! I've never heard you use that word before," Art
said, smiling, clearly confused but excited over his wife's new image. "Well get
used to it, Art. Your wife is tired of your lack of attention. I've changed,
Art. A lot. And we need to have a very long conversation about it. But first get
those fucking clothes off and FUCK me!" Carol grinned, tugging on Art's tie,
dragging him toward the bedroom. Later, after the most intensely exciting
evening of his life, Art and Carol lay in bed talking. Over the course of the
evening Carol had told Art everything, causing him to achieve, for the first
time ever, a total of three separate orgasms, filling first her pussy, then her
mouth, and finally her ass with his sweet cum, each time driving Art to new,
giddy heights of ecstasy he'd never dreamed existed. Rather than being angry
over Carol's indiscretions, Art was thrilled. Secretly he'd always wanted Carol
to act more like a slut, and now, magically, in just four short weeks these new
friends of her had transformed her, completely, into the hot slut Art had always
dreamed of having. "Baby, are you playing tennis tomorrow?" Carol asked, slowly
running her fingernail down Art's soft cock as it lay, completely exhausted, on
his thigh. "I was going to," Art said guiltily. "Do you mind?" "No. I don't
mind. If...." Carol said slyly. "If what, baby?" Art asked anxiously. "If I can
play with your friends, too. Afterward.... Can you bring them home with you? For
a swim... or something...?" Carol teased, reaching down to her cunt, spreading
it open for Art, letting him watch as his cum began seeping out of her pussy.
"Jesus, baby, are you sure? The guys all LOVE you. Every one of them would DIE
to get a chance to fuck you," Art grinned proudly. "And they haven't even seen
these yet," he said, squeezing Carol's tits. "So... can I fuck your friends,
Artie? Can I? Huh?" Carol cooed, sliding two fingers inside her wet pussy, then
bringing the cum coated fingers to her lips, sucking them slowly, teasing Art.
"Shit yeah, baby. I can't WAIT to tell them," Art grinned. "I'm playing with Jim
tomorrow, too," Art continued, knowing how many hints Jim, his boss, had dropped
over how much he liked Carol. Maybe this could help his career, Art mused.
Yeah... this just might help get him the promotion he'd been after for the past
few months.... The next day Carol dressed in another one of the sexy ensembles
she and Betty had purchased on their shopping trip. This one was all black, with
little red ribbons running through the lace trim. It was a negligee, totally
transparent, with garters attached so Carol could wear the black fishnet
stockings she so adored. Feeling exceptionally trampy, on a whim, after applying
the shocking red lipstick to her lips Carol added some to her nipples as well.
Then she applied one of the tattoo decals she's purchased, a large rose, just
above and to the side of her pussy, the final touch to her slut image. She was
ready now... ready to take on a room full of sweating, horny jocks. Tennis! Ha!
She'd show these wimps what a REAL sport was, and they'd never be the same
again. Nor would Art. He had been so excited when he left that day his cock was
already hard. She wondered how he'd play that day, laughing at the image of her
young husband trying to play tennis with a hard on. She heard them coming before
she saw them. Excited, anxious male voices, laughing nastily... eager... horny.
Then the door was opening,, and they were walking in. As soon as they saw her,
Carol felt her pussy flooding. She actually felt her legs grow week beneath her,
and she found herself having to lean against the wall as the men stared at her.
No one was talking now, or laughing, as Art smiled proudly at her and said,
"Guys, this is Carol. Carol, these are the guys. You already know my boss, Jim,"
Art said, nodding toward his boss. "And this is Bart, and Andy." Then, his voice
quivering, Art said, "Are you ready to get fucked, baby?" "Yes!" Carol hissed,
reaching down to her sopping pussy, stroking it in front of the men. "But don't
they have to get naked first?" They followed her into the bedroom, and watched
as she unsnapped the crotch of her negligee, revealing her naked cunt. Then
quickly each man took off his tennis shorts and shirt. When all of them were
naked, Jim said, "Maybe we all better take a quick shower first. Shouldn't we?"
"NO!" Carol shouted. "I want to taste your sweat... your ball sweat. I even want
to lick your assholes, too. My husband wants me to act like a slut, and I want
to do it. Now come over here, Jim. You first. Bring me your hard cock," Carol
wheezed, her fingers moving rapidly over her clit, rubbing it brazenly in front
of the group of men. "Jesus!" Jim said, walking over next to Carol. "Straddle my
face. Fuck my tits," Carol urged, still masturbating, feeling her arms trapped
by Jim's thighs as he straddled her chest, sliding his sweaty cock between her
huge tits. "Do it, Jim. Fuck them. Fuck my tits," Carol groaned, her voice
husky, raw with lust. "Ohhh yeahhhhh," Jim groaned, sliding his cock between the
huge mounds. "Spit on me, Jim. Spit on my tits. No, wait! Art. Get the baby oil
out of that drawer there. Yeah. Now squirt it all over me. All over my tits.
Hmmm yeah, like that," Carol groaned as her husband pointed the plastic bottle
of baby oil at her and squeezed. Oil spurted out all over the valley between her
tits, and then Jim was fucking her there again, the sensations of the warm oil
and Carol's huge tits grasping his cock like a wet pussy. "Ohhh yeahhhhh!" Carol
suddenly cried out, feeling someone's lips on her pussy, eating her. "Oh God
yes, eat me, eat my pussy, fuck my pussy with your tongue," Carol screamed,
suddenly coming, her first orgasm coming so quickly it surprised her, shocking
her. Her body twitched violently, but she knew this was only the beginning.
Giggling madly, she stared at the cock sliding in and out between her tits.
"Come on me, Jim. Shoot your hot cum all over my chin and face," Carol urged,
opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue just far enough so it could make
contact with the tip of Jim's cock as it slid forward between her tits. "Oh
baby, fuckkkk, I'm... I'm CUMINGGGGGG!" Jim grunted, the little hole at the end
of his cock suddenly opening widely, as the first heavy gob of cum spewed out
the end and all over Carol's face. "Hmmm, yeah, do it, I love it. Look at me,
darling. Look at your cock sucking slut wife while your boss comes all over my
face. Do you like watching, Art? Do you?" Carol gurgled, licking the gobs of cum
from her lips as Jim's cock continued to drench her in hot sperm. "Oh baby,
yeahhhh. You look so... so fucking SLUTTY!" Art groaned, masturbating, watching
as Andy continued sucking Carol's pussy, watching as Jim lunged forward to coat
Carol's face with yet another huge spurt of cum, watching as Bart moved next to
Carol's face, offering her his cock, watching as Carol took it in her mouth,
sucking it so perfectly in seconds Bart, too, was coming, spurting jism all over
Carol's face and in her platinum blond hair. "Damn, Art, that was unfucking
believable," Jim grinned, climbing off the sexy blonde's body. "Any time, boss.
She's yours, any time you want her, for anything," Art said, shaking hands with
Jim as Jim clapped Art on the shoulder. Andy began moving, licking his way up
Carol's body now, dipping his tongue into her navel, licking the sweat from her
rank hole, then moving higher, climbing on top of her body now, watching as she
stared at him while sucking Bart's cock again until the soft, dripping cock
slipped out of her mouth and down over her cheek, leaving a trail of cum on her
face as it pulled back away from her. "Fuck me!" Carol gasped, pulling apart her
gooey cunt lips, feeling Andy positioning himself between her pussy lips. "Do
it! FUCK ME, YOU BASTARD!" "Oh yeahhhhh," Andy groaned, lunging forward, burying
his erect cock inside the young wife's pussy. "Jesus she's hot inside. And
tight. So fucking TIGHT!" he gasped, pumping his cock back and forth inside
Carol's cunt. "I love it, baby," Carol said, turning to Art. "I love cock. Love
it. Gotta have it, baby. I just can't do without it any more, Art. Look at me.
LOOK AT YOUR SLUT WIFE FUCKING AND SUCKING YOUR FRIENDS! Are you satisfied now,
Art? ARE YOU?" Carol shrieked, raising her legs in the air, spreading them as
far apart as she could, allowing Andy to penetrate her wet pussy as deeply as
possible. "YES! Art hissed. "You damn right I love it, you slut... you fucking,
cocksucking slut whore! I LOVE THIS, AS MUCH AS YOU!" Later, after everyone had
left, Carol lay in the middle of the bed, sweating, coated in cum, satisfied but
still horny. Art was staring at her, grinning proudly, still not believing the
transformation he'd just witnessed in his young wife. "Art...." "Yeah baby?"
"Eat me," Carol said, her voice shaking with lust. "EAT you! Jesus, Carol. Your
fucking pussy is full of CUM!" Art exclaimed, confused by the sudden twitching
he felt in his cock at Carol's suggestion. "I know, Artie. That's why I want you
to do it. I want you to taste it, Art. While it's still warm and creamy, in my
pussy. Do it for me, baby, and I'll do anything you ask," Carol said, shaking
with desire. Art swallowed hard, then crawled on the bed between his wife's
spread thighs. Staring at the gooey mess, he swallowed again, then leaned
closer. Carol raised her legs, spreading them apart, lifting them from the bed,
giving Art a clear view of the river of cum still waiting there for him. "Do it
Art. Eat it. Suck it out of my pussy," she said quietly. "Oh Godddddd!" Art
cried out, suddenly falling to his stomach, reaching behind Carol's legs,
pulling her nasty cunt closer to his face. He inhaled deeply, once, trembled
slightly as the acrid stench of male cum and sweat mingled with the unmistakable
essence of aroused pussy filled his nostrils, causing them to flare out
momentarily. And then he did it. Burying his face in the mushy cunt, Art groaned
as he tasted his first mouthful of male cum. "Oh BABYYYYY!" Carol groaned,
closing her eyes, flopping her head back and forth on the pillow. "That's sooooo
fucking nasty, Artie. God I love it... I love hot, wet, nasty sex, darling.
Hmmmm, GOD! Oh Art, yes, yes, darling, like that, suck me, suck their wet,
thick, creamy cock yogurt out of my pussy, baby. EAT IT, ART. EAT YOUR FRIENDS'
CUM OUT OF MY FUCKING SLUT PUSSYYYYYY!" Screaming, Carol came, her orgasm so
powerful it rocked her body. She twisted and turned beneath Art's continuing
oral attack, as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her like waves
on a beach, until finally, she was unable to feel anything else... anything at
all. "My turn, baby," Art said, crawling up Carol's body, straddling her tits,
sliding his cock between them, the puddles of cum beginning to dry on her body
now as she felt her husband's cock fucking her tits. "Come on me, Art. You're
right... it's your turn. Shoot it all over me, baby. Come on me... come on your
slutty wife's cum-covered face. Do it, Art. COME ON MY FACEEEEE!" Carol
screeched as she felt the first spurt of cum shooting out the end of Art's cock
and down onto her face. "OH God I love sex. I love it so fucking much, Art. I
want to watch you fucking Betty, too, and I want you to watch Bill fucking me. I
want... oh God, Art, I WANT EVERYTHINGGGGGG!" "Me, too, baby. I want all that
and more. I love this, Carol. I loved watching you... loved watching them
fucking and coming all over you. And I want to fuck Betty, too, and then I
want... oh God... I... I want to... to watch you eating my cum out of... out of
her... her PUSSY," Art gasped, lunging forward, causing one last, final spurt of
cum to splash out and onto his young wife's face. Collapsing on his wife's cum
coated body, Art shivered as he felt the wetness of his friends' cum everywhere
on Carol's body. As they slowly drifted off to sleep, the last thing Art
remembered was Carol's desire to have him fuck her friend Betty. Dreaming of
this new opportunity to fuck another woman, he smiled, sighed, and drifted off
to sleep....
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