The Seduction Of Carol… Chapter Six

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The Seduction Of Carol… Chapter Six

It was late evening before Carol returned from studying. Undecided whether to go out for dinner or just order from room service, I’d waited until she came home to decide. I was showered, powdered and lounging in a chair reading an old book she’d brought from the college library as she walked through the door. Exchanging hellos, Carol walked to the bar and put her book bag on top of the counter before turning to me with a disapproving look on her face.
‘Have you done nothing today? You’re not even dressed for God’s sake.’
‘God had nothing to do with what I did today,’ I informed Carol and turned a page. ‘Although, I probably used his name quite a few times.’
Though Carol didn’t reply, her look of disapproval changed to one of suspicion. She was about to speak when, sniffing, she tilted her head back and, ‘You’ve been smoking a cigar. You don’t smoke cigars unless… What, or rather who!, did you do today?’
‘After you left, I had nothing else to do… So I took the time to change a 15 year old boy’s Facebook status from Virgin to Non-Virgin.’
‘You had sex with a 15 year old boy?’
I thought about it and mused, ‘I don’t think you should call him a boy any longer. We had a lot of sex. It’s unbelievable, really, how easy it is to keep a Not-Quite-So-Virgin teen’s dick hard.’
‘Oh, my God. You’re certifiably crazy! You can go to jail for stuff like that. 15! Jesus!’
‘Oh, please! It’s not like I tied him to the bed and forced my pussy onto his dick,’ I reasoned. I mused again, ‘Although, that would have been fun.’
‘I give up,’ Carol declared. Gathering her book bag, she headed for her room.
‘By the way,’ I called after her. ‘You’ll need to change your sheets before bed time.’
That stopped her in mid-step. Turning with an accusatory look, –It really is amazing the range of ‘looks’ Carol had. In just a few minutes she shown disapproval, suspicion and now accusation.– she shouted, ‘You fucked him in my bed?!’
‘Well, I could hardly fuck him in mine. Remember how my bed looked this morning? Remember last night and our little mini-orgy that moved from the couch to my bed for quite some time. It would have been rude to ask the poor guy to wait while I changed the sheets and, really? It would have been in very poor taste to take a virgin’s cherry on top of cum stained sheets.’
‘I… You… It…’
I was waiting for Carol to begin using verbs when she whirled and stalked to her room. She stopped in her doorway with a startled, ‘Oh, my God!’
‘I told you we had a lot of sex,’ I reminded her. Before she could speak, I continued reasonably, ‘Ya know, you’re really uptight for someone who got fucked by three men for most of last night. I know it’s not ‘That-Time-Of-Month’ for you…’ Realization dawned on me, ‘Of course! You’re upset because you’ve never had a virgin!’
‘Whether or not I’ve had a virgin is none of your business!’
Putting down the book, I walked over to Carol and wrapped my arms around her for a long, hard hug. ‘I’m so sorry, Carol. How could I have been so inconsiderate? I promise… The next virgin I find? I’ll save him for you! In fact… I promise to find you a virgin to fuck before your semester is over. Your choice, of course. Male or female. Never mind, no need to decide right now. Just let me know your preference later.’
Startled, Carol pulled away and with a final, AARRGGHH!, stepped into her room and slammed the door behind her.
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Laughing quietly behind the hand I held to my mouth, I ran to my room and shut the door before she heard my muffled guffaws. It was so entertaining and easy to tweak Carol’s nose sometimes. I gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back while I stripped my bed, put the old sheets in a bag and made my bed with new ones. I used sheets that were not provided by the hotel. I’d grown used to a much higher thread count for my sheets than what the hotel had. There’s nothing worse than scratchy sheets.
Another reason was because when Jason visited, it kept the hotel staff from gossiping over how many cum stains I had on my sheets the next day and who may have helped put them there. I’d bought my own sheets, changed them myself and dropped them off at a laundry to be washed outside the hotel.
It wasn’t really my reputation I was protecting. It was Jason’s. No way did I want people snickering behind his back for the rest of his life. It wasn’t i*****l what we’d done (were doing, still, at every chance) but people would remember he’d been fucking his step-mother while his dad was alive and that rep he didn’t need.
With bag in hand I went to Carol’s door and called out, ‘Laundry bag.’
Carol opened her door and gingerly placed her sheets in the bag. ‘Eww, I didn’t even want to touch them. How many times did the two of you have sex?’
‘Let’s just say that…’ I put my fist over my heart and spoke in a deep, solemn voice, ‘Today, he became a man! Again and again and again an…’
‘Enough. Enough! Sometimes you’re unbelievable.’
‘Why? Because I enjoy life? Because I enjoy sex,’ I asked Carol. ‘I’m young. I’m not bound by the ‘forsaking all others’ clause in a wedding contract. A lot of men think I’m pretty and because of my late husband, I’m very wealthy. Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself?’
‘No reason, I guess. But, Oh My God! 15! Jesus! And why are you still only wearing stockings, panties and a shirt? A shirt that looks really, really good on you unbuttoned…’ Carol said, reaching out to touch a button and to start opening the shirt wider.
‘Hey, hey, hey! None of that,’ I told Carol and swatted her hand away. ‘No touching the merchandise unless you’re a paying customer. The reason I’m dressed like this is because I was undecided whether to go out to a restaurant to eat or to just order room service. Which do you feel like doing?’
‘I’d like to go out. But nothing too fancy and only if you will behave yourself.’
‘I’ve already promised to save the next virgin for you,’ I reminded her in an aggrieved tone. ‘Jeez, how much more behaved can I get?’
‘You know what I mean! No touching me… Trying to make me horny… Letting everyone in the restaurant think we’re a couple of girls on a ‘walk-the-wild-side’ night out. I still remember that lesbian bar you tricked me into going to after you arranged my fake ID.’
‘You had fun that night!’
‘You announced to the entire bar that I’d just decided to come out of the closet! I had strange women buying me drinks all night. Wanting to dance with me. Touch me…’
‘Yeah, it was pretty funny when that one woman dancing with you slid her hand up your dress and…’
‘No, it wasn’t! I think I scared twenty people when I screamed. She… She surprised me.’
‘Alright, alright! I swear,’ I said while holding up my arm and fingers in a Scout salute. ‘I swear to behave myself, Scout’s Honor.’
‘Were you a Scout?’
‘No. But, I’m sure I’ve fucked enough of them at one time or another that it still counts.’
And I did behave myself. That night at the restaurant and for many days thereafter. I gave Carol privacy and time to study. I had breakfast ordered and delivered to our suite by the time she was waking up. I supervised the cleaning staff. I had our laundry sorted and ready to be picked up by the cleaning service. I even put our laundry away when it was delivered back to us clean.
Really? I was quite the domesticated woman those days. Behaving was so exhausting!
Which didn’t mean that Carol and I didn’t enjoy ourselves. We did. Often, and with quite a vigorous appetite. Screw baseball and the World Series… Right up to the October day Carol left for a Halloween Weekend with her family, face sitting became our national past-time. Seventh Inning Stretch took on a whole different meaning after I’d stretched Carol out over the nearest piece of furniture.
For a month I behaved myself, only once satisfying my desire for a cock while Carol was at part-time job. Picking up men in the hotel’s bar was as easy as shooting fish in a barrel. Walk in, sit at the bar, sip on a drink, pick my target and five minutes later go to his room. If I arrived back at our suite after Carol had returned, still stinking of sex with dried cum flaking off my thighs and wet cum making the crotch of my panties slide easily over my pussy lips… Well, Carol didn’t say anything.
Carol also never said anything about my threat to give her ass cherry to a man of my choosing at a time and place of my choosing. Nor did the subject come up of my promise to arrange for six men to gang bang her. Maybe she thought I’d forgotten? Maybe thought I hadn’t been serious? I let her believe what she wanted.
Toys from an adult store had been added to our fun-time. The night before Carol was to leave for a three day Halloween weekend –Apparently Halloween was a pretty big affair with Carol’s family. Everyone dressed up. The house and yard was decorated in a different theme each year and friend, relatives and neighbors were invited to a party.– I used Carol’s newest ‘best-est friend’ to give her a powerful orgasm. The vibrator was small and thin enough that I could slide it up her slit to almost touch her clit while I still had room to tongue her. Feeling as if my tongue was licking and vibrating her clit set Carol off like a rocket.
Carol had decided to skip classes this day and leave early for home to help with the decorations. She wasn’t the only one skipping school. Three hours after Carol left, Jason called from the front desk.
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Though Jason had started getting a separate room in the hotel now that Carol was occupying what had been his guest room when he’d visit from college, I needed to go down in person to verify that, Yes, he’s my step-son, and, yes, he had permission to have a key card to my suite.
Though we stopped at another floor to drop Jason’s suitcase off at his room, it was still under twenty minutes since the phone call before I was almost naked and stretched out half on and half off my bed.
I’d fallen backwards when the backs of my legs had hit the bed. Sliding down the slick bedspread before Jason had stopped me from hitting the floor. Jason had had me stripped down to my panties before I’d had the chance to do more than remove his shirt. Pinning me with his body. Kissing me even while his hand slid down my stomach, over my mound and under my panties.
‘God, Jason. Keep this up and I might get the idea that you’ve missed me,’ I laughed between kisses and then gasped as a finger slid the length of my slit. Jason’s fingers pressed harder against my pussy lips, moving them up and down and in circles. Pressing my own flesh against my clit. Even as we kissed and over the sounds of our heavy breathing, both of us could hear the soft, wet sounds from between my legs as my lips opened and closed from Jason’s forceful manipulations.
‘As wet as you are already, I might get the idea that you’ve missed me , too,’ Jason replied.
‘I have. Would you believe I’ve only fucked one man this month.’
‘You and Carol are keeping each other satisfied?’ When I nodded, Jason continued, ‘I hope you’re not about to tell me that you’re becoming a lesbian.’
‘Not a chance. Besides, even if I decided to become a lesbian, I’d still go straight for you,’ I laughed. Then moaned as a finger pushed a short way inside me before pressing against the wall of my pussy, stretching my hole.
Fingering and stretching my hole opened me. More of my grool flowed out until my pussy lips and Jason’s fingers were soaked. Everything below my waist seemed to be turning to liquid as Jason kissed my mouth, my neck, that sweet, sweet spot under my ear that always makes me moan. Jason’s mouth left my neck and traveled down to suck on one hard nipple and then the other until they ached.
Pinning my arms above my head with one hand holding my wrists together, Jason rose up to watch me, gauging my reactions, as his fingers brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I closed my eyes to better concentrate on what Jason’s hands were doing to me. One hand pinning my arms to the bed to hold me in place while his other hand continued to finger my pussy. My breathing was coming in short, shallow gasps and moans as I panted to draw a deep breath as muscles in my gut clenched, released and then clenched tighter. One finger in me became two as Jason began to finger fuck me faster, deeper and harder in earnest as I humped my hips upwards as much as I could to meet them.
I groaned in disappointment when Jason pulled his fingers out and left me feeling empty. I moaned in a completely different tone of satisfaction when his fingers moved up my slit to press against and manipulate my clit. I’m not sure how long Jason fingered my clit. Jason certainly wasn’t in any hurry. On the second day we’d become lovers I’d told him my rule about eating my pussy. If what you’re doing is making me moan, KEEP DOING IT! That same rule applied to fingering my pussy, also. Now, Jason followed my rule without hesitation or hurry as I drew closer and closer until I was quivering under his hand and…
‘OH, GOD! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, OH SHIT YES! YESYESYESYES…
It’s hard for me to be quiet in the midst of an orgasm. As Jason’s fingers again pushed up my pussy and the palm of his hand pressed hard onto my clit, my cries got louder went on and on until I’d run out of air and I was left gasping as wave after wave of orgasm swept over me as his fingers continued to finger fuck me hard until I was begging Jason… ‘Enough. Oh, God, Jason… I can’t take much more… Stop. Oh, God, stop…’
Jason did pull his hand from my panties but he didn’t stop. I was still quivering from muscle contractions and out of breath as he put me on my knees and bent me forward over the bed this time. Stripping down my panties before grabbing my ass cheeks to spread them up and out to expose my pussy hole to the tongue that began licking the grool from my pussy and ass crack.

Oooh, fuck… My anus isn’t that sensitive. Ass fucking does nothing for me except allowing me to show a man I like that I’ll go that extra mile for their pleasure. But, there’s one spot between my asshole and my pussy slit that is the equivalent to that spot just under my ear that always makes me moan when it’s kissed or licked. Ooohfuck… And Jason’s lips and tongue were pressed hard against that spot. Ooohfuuuckme… I couldn’t stop moaning and my juices didn’t seem to stop flowing as Jason kissed and licked and drank from my pussy. Reaching, I gripped Jason by the hair and used that grip to pull his face hard to my ass.
Jason continued to suck and drink from me for some time before he pulled away. Releasing his hair, I bent back over the bed expecting him to strip my panties down further and fucking me doggy. Jason did strip my panties down to my knees. But he didn’t stop there, instead taking them all the way off. Jason left them them on the floor as he picked me up and put me on the bed.
Positioning me on my side, Jason laid down behind me and began pushing his cock tip inside me.
‘Oh, Jason. That’s sooo good,’ I managed to whisper as he began a steady fucking rhythm. Slowly, taking his time, Jason worked his cock into me inch by inch until he reached the bottom of my pussy. Pushing harder, his cock began stretching me. Both deep inside me because of his length and outside because the girth of his cock felt like my pussy hole was being fucked and stretched by four fingers. Four big, thick fingers.
Keeping his movements slow, Jason continued to fuck me with long, steady strokes. We both loved this position. Jason could fuck me while at the same time every part of my body was there to be touched and used.
Twisting me to kiss my lips…
Twisting me to squeeze and mold my tits hard because he knew how I liked that.
We continued in that position as Jason began fucking me faster. His cock began to slip out more often and we’d laugh as I put his tip back to my hole and we’d fuck again.
One time too often of sliding out of my pussy and Jason pulled out, laid on his back and pulled me on top of him. Straddling his hips, I positioned his cock between my legs and sighed as I spread my legs wider and impaled myself.

      Jason was done with slow and steady. His hands held tightly to my hips as he began thrusting upwards hard and fast. His eyes following my tits as they bounced in time with his cock. Only slowing occasionally to capture a nipple with his mouth. To suck on it hard as if trying to suck my entire tit into his mouth. Biting my nipple…

Releasing my tit from his hard sucking only to capture them in his hands to squeeze and maul them with her hands. Jason knew how the pain from my tits and the pleasure in my pussy combined within me… God it felt so good… The hedonist and the masochist within me combined…
‘Oh, my God. Jason, I’m going to come again. I’m gonna come so hard…’ And I did.
Through every moment of my orgasm Jason fucked my pussy with hard, fast thrusts of his cock. Every moment of my orgasm his hands, mouth and teeth brutalized my tits and nipples. And every moment I loved it all… Jason did, too. Right up to the time he released my tits, grabbed my hips and pulled me down to meet his hard, final thrusts as he stiffened under me and came.

Sweaty and out of breath, I collapsed onto Jason. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me as we both regained our breath. Jason’s cock softened and I moved to let the tip fall from between my lips followed by the warm flow of his cum.
I was totally drained, happy, satisfied… Yet, already my foremost thought was, ‘I wanna do this again.’

    

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