Chapter 3

I looked down and took in the sight of her honey hole. I have seen my share of pussies in my time, from high school cheerleaders to college frat girls and everything in between. But the pussy looking up at me now topped them all.

For a thirty-one-year-old woman who has had a kid through natural childbirth, she had a remarkable box. The lips were nicely tucked in and just starting to swell, the slit was tight and glistened with her juices, and her clit was standing tall and proud at the top. There was no hanging lips, no fat puffy mounds on either side. It was almost as if she had the pussy of an eighteen-year-old!

She kept her pussy trimmed too – much to my appreciation. She was shaved along the sides and her closely cropped blond bush formed a small upside-down triangle starting just above her clithood.

Carol knew I approved of how she kept her “down there” by the way I licked my lips. “Please, Tommy! Please lick me! Don’t tease me, baby, just lick my pussy, pleeease!”

I raised her legs up over her head and spread them wide. “Hold them here out of my way. I like a lot of elbow room when I eat!” She nodded and held her legs in place as I directed. I rocked her back a bit and stuffed a pillow under her hips to raise her ass up a little. “There! Now the table is set!”

I got down into position and peeled apart her pink lips. The blast of warm wetness greeted me and I looked into that pink hole, dripping with delicious sweet juices.

“OH FUCK, TOMMEEE!”

She screamed out as I plunged my tongue into that pink heaven and began immediately licking and lapping up all the juices I could find. My mouth closed over her slit and my arms wrapped around her thighs holding her in place despite her wild, frantic, thrashing around.

“Yes! Yes! Oh my God, Tommy! Oh, right there, baby, right there! Oooh, yes! Oh fuck, that’s it! That’s it, baby!”

She moaned, whimpered, and cried out encouragement and directions as she twisted and writhed under me. I’m sure she would have been trying to back away from me had I allowed her to put her legs down, but I didn’t. I wanted to concentrate on my meal rather than chase it! Plus having her hold her legs up was a submissive act, further turning her on as she obeyed my commands.

I licked her sweet slit like a man dying of thirst and she was the wellspring. My tongue wriggling and squirming around inside her only made her hotter and made her produce more delicious honey for me to lap up. It was like a perpetual-motion machine – the more I licked, the more juices she offered and the more I tried to lick up! There were only two outcomes to this ... either I would get tired of licking or she would get dehydrated producing so much sweet juice!

I’m not entirely sure whether it was my breakneck devouring of her or her lack of attention in that area, but whatever the cause it didn’t seem very long at all before she was fast approaching the first of many peaks that Saturday afternoon. I had just settled into a good rhythm when I felt her body tense up followed by the words all men love to hear from their women.

“Oh Tommy, I’m gonna cum, baby! Oh God, I’m CUUMMMINGGGG! OH, FUCK MEEE!”

Carol exploded at that moment. It was painfully obvious by her hysterical thrashing and flailing around that indeed she had not had enough sexual attention paid to her. She spewed her juices out like someone had chopped a firehose in half with it running at full force. Within a second, the bedding under her was drenched and the wet spot grew exponentially as she poured out all the pent-up frustrations onto her bedsheet.

I had to back off quickly for fear of getting caught by a wild kick, but I watched in stunned amazement as she went through her first real orgasm in God only knew how long. She writhed and twisted and bucked as the orgasm took control of her and she became possessed by her body’s desperate need for release.

I watched as her orgasm wrung her out like a wet dishrag and finally after what must have seemed like forever for her (it sure did to me!) she collapsed, panting like a dog on a hot day, her juices still trickling from her.

She lay there moaning and moving her head back and forth still in the fog of her lust. I stood there at the foot of the bed watching her. I was torn – I was glad I was able to give her such an obviously incredible orgasm, but also sad because it had been so long since she had been so satisfied.

It was a good three or four minutes before she was lucid enough to even know I was still in the room. She looked at me and without a word from her I came back to lie next to her, scooping my dreamgirl in my arms and holding her tight as she continued to recover.

About five minutes later the power of speech returned to Carol. “Holy fuck, Tommy! That was incredible! Do you give all your girls such amazing orgasms? It felt like you turned me inside out, baby! I’ve never squirted before. I have heard about it and seen it in a couple videos, but I never did it!”

“Well, I do aim to please!”

“You certainly hit the mark with that one then! I haven’t felt anything like that in ... well ever! Thank you, darling, for reminding me what a good cum feels like!”

“Hold on, not so fast my little slut! We aren’t finished here ... not by a long shot! I didn’t wait all this time to be satisfied with half a blow job and a little pussy snack! You might have gotten off, but I’m still charged and ready – and I’m not ready to go back home just yet, especially with a raging hard-on!”

Carol smiled playfully.”You’re right, it wouldn’t be very fair for me to have such a wonderful time and send you back home with such an uncomfortable ... growth. Have any ideas on what we can do to lessen your discomfort?”

“Well, I’m no med student – and diesel mechanics doesn’t really cover this situation. But I know enough about human anatomy to know there are two other holes I haven’t explored yet. I’ll let you choose which one we visit next!”

“Ooh, okay if you are going to let me pick, I would really love to see how that wonderful cock feels in my ass. It’s been so long since I have had a good assfucking. Even David didn’t fuck me that much back there. You aren’t shy about using the delivery entrance, are you?”

“Not at all. I enjoy taking a girl from the back just as much as I do from the front. Fucking you in the ass means I get to play with those amazing tits! And maybe spank that ass if you are a naughty girl!”

“Oh God yes! Oh, Tommy! I’m getting wet just thinking about it! Please spank my ass! Please baby! I’ve been awfully naughty for a long time! I need a good spanking and then fucked in the ass afterward. Would you do that for me? Please?”

“You are a kinky little minx aren’t you? You really want me to spank you?”

“I do, Tommy. Only I don’t want you to just play around with it. If you are going to spank me, then make a good one. You see, I have had other guys who tried to give me a spanking when they learned I like them. But they all just spanked me with their hand a few times and not very hard at that.

“David was the only one who ever really spanked me and I had to do something pretty bad for him to be angry enough to do it even then. Once he found out how much I liked a good hard spanking, he did it a few more times.

“But it’s been ages since I had a sound spanking. So if you are going to spank me, please make it count Tommy! Don’t worry about hurting me, if it means I can’t sit down for a day or two it will be worth it!”

I listened to what she said and thought about it for a moment. “Okay Carol, I will spank you as you request. But on one condition. We need a safeword. A word that you can say that will let me know things are getting too intense for you. We’ll use the traffic light analogy.

“When I ask you how you are doing, you can tell me green and that will let me know you are okay. Yellow means that I am getting close to your limit and if you say red then I stop instantly. Understand? I don’t want to hurt you even if you say that you don’t mind. A red bottom is one thing, but I don’t want to cause any permanent harm. Agreed?”

Carol leaned over and kissed me. “You are so wonderful, sweetheart. I still can’t believe some girl hasn’t scooped you up. I will agree to your traffic light thing, yes.”

“Darlin’ no girl could scoop me up ... I’ve been waiting for you.”

I saw something then that I had never seen before. She looked at me as if trying to process what I said. Then I saw her eyes start filling with tears and a single tear ran down each cheek as the light came on in her head. She was starting to realize that there was more to the boy next door than she first thought.

She pushed me over onto my back and straddled me. She paused, looking down at me for a moment then lowered herself to kiss me ... long, deep and meaningfully. Carol was opening herself up to me, letting down her guard and opening the castle doors.

It was a big step for her, especially considering who she was opening up to. I wasn’t going to disappoint her. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us both over until I was on top. Then I resumed our kiss letting her know that I was not going to let anything bad into her castle, that I was on watch now and she was safe.

When I rolled us over I just happened to slip between her legs and now my hard cock was pressing against her wet pussy, I slid up and down a little to let her feel me and she moaned pulling me tighter to her. She opened her legs wider and adjusted herself.

This was my cue and maintaining our kiss I dropped down just enough for my cock to take aim. With a single smooth thrust, I entered her pushing all the way into her in one fluid motion. Not a fast spearing but a firm insistent push until my nuts slapped against her ass.

It was fast enough that I was deep in her by the time she got the gasp out. Her legs wrapped around my waist not wanting to let me go and I began slowly moving in and out of her until I was better lubricated (which as wet as she was didn’t pose a problem!) and she was used to my size.

After a few slow deep strokes, I raised my head. “Are you ready?”