Rita’s legs relaxed, sliding down his thighs. Her hands caressed his naked and sweaty back.
“Beautiful,” he sighed.
“Long,” she muttered, “so long, long, long and hard…”
She was so different from Carla, he thought. Maybe, as she’d said, the stockings had been Carla’s idea, but if that was the case why hadn’t Carla ever worn them to bed?
Carla. He wondered what his wife was doing at just that minute. How had it gone with his wife and his best buddy?
Len Russell walked into the Campbell house, nervously closing the door behind him.
Carla Campbell was in the living room, waiting for him. She was dressed in her nurse’s outfit. The fact that he always seemed to be turned on when he saw her wearing it was something she’d long been aware of, though previously she’d just taken it as a friendly, even neighborly compliment. Once, a year or so ago, he had joked that the nylon uniform was like a stocking for the whole body, and stockings really turned him on. Like any woman, Carla had remembered. Though before this evening she’d never considered using it to turn on her neighbor’s husband.
He was surprised to see her wearing it and she told him about his remarks and that she had done it to excite him.
“It does,” he confessed. “I don’t know why, but it always has, from the first time I saw you in it.” He looked more closely and added, “You’re not wearing a slip underneath. I can see your panties and bra.”
“And my garter belt?” she teased, pulling the nylon tight against her.
“Yes, and even the tops of your stockings right through the material. They’re all white.”
She smiled and nodded. “Why don’t you take off your coat?”
“You look really great, Carla,” he said as he did so. “If I could have picked what I wanted you to wear that’s what I would chosen. Even to the little cap you’ve got on. I thought I always saw you wear your hair up when you went to work, though.”
“I do,” she said. “I thought you’d like it like this. It saves all the trouble with the bobby pins.”
“It looks great,” he said, still a little awed. “Those white stockings really show off your legs. In fact, I honestly get turned on whenever I see you in them. They’re beautiful.”
“Thanks. You’ve got quite a build yourself, you know,” she said, admiring his football player’s body. “Rita said you were built like that all over… true?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
Carla Campbell moved closer to her, her firm tits shimmering under the thin nylon material. As she unbuttoned his shirt he reached up with both hands and felt her tits. They yielded under his strong hands.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said as he fondled her solid boobs. He ran his fingers over the silk that covered her nipple and felt her harden up under his caresses.
“Afraid you’ll have to let go for a minute so I can get your shirt off,” she said.
Reluctantly, he dropped his arms and she pushed the shirt from his huge chest. Without wasting a minute she undid his belt and unzipped his slacks.
“Let’s see what we’ve got here,” she said, slipping a slim hand into his shorts. She felt the thick erection and grabbed tightly.
“Oh, Carla,” he moaned.
“You won’t mind if I…”
“If you what?” he asked anxiously.
“Suck on it a little before we fuck,” he said.
“I’d love it! More than anything,” he said.
The answer was no surprise to Carla. From what she’d learned of Rita’s reluctance in that department, she was sure her neighbor would appreciate some oral action.
She slipped to her knees in front of him, and with one swift yank, pulled down his pants and shorts.
The huge cock dropped into view. It wasn’t quite as long as her husband’s, but it was so much thicker that she had her doubts as to whether or not she could get it all in her mouth.
Carla stuck out her tongue and touched the tip of the meat.
“Suck on it,” he said. “Don’t mess around with the preliminaries.”
He grabbed her head and pulled her into his crotch.
“Let me,” she protested.
“Then hurry up, I’m about ready to bust wide open. I haven’t had my cock sucked in sixteen years.”
Carla wet her lips, eyeing the huge prong apprehensively. She stretched her mouth open and slipped her lips over the bloated cap of Len Russell’s cock.
He threw his head back and groaned.
“Oh, do it to me, Carla.”
She took more of the thick log into her mouth, washing over him with her warm tongue. Sixteen years, she thought, without a mouth on his cock. Jim wouldn’t have put up with that for sixteen days, let alone sixteen years. Within a week of their marriage, in fact, he had instructed her in the rudiments of root sucking, and in a month she’d become an accomplished cocksucker.
“Some more,” he groaned, “can you take some more inside?”
Being used to her husband’s long pole made that fairly easy for her. The massive thickness stretched her lips until they were thin, but she had long ago learned how to relax her throat enough for a cock to disappear into her mouth.
“That’s it, Carla,” he said. “This is a hell of a thrill, believe me. My nuts are aching so bad I can’t stand it.”
Carla loved the sensation of the thick cock filling her mouth. She could feel it now at her throat. And the damn thing was so thick she was barely able to move her tongue over it.
“If you keep that up I’m going to come,” he groaned. “I swear I am… oh, damn…” He swung his head around and around in obvious passion. “Suck my dark, Carla… do it in and out, fuck me with your face that’s the way! Oh, baby, you better stop because I’m going to come in a minute… I can feel it in my balls… you’d better stop or I’ll come right in your lovely mouth… I will, I swear I will…”
Carla had meant to suck him just enough to really turn him on, then take him to the bedroom and let him fuck her fanny off. But he was enjoying it too much to stop. After sixteen years, why not give him a super thrill, she thought.
“Look out,” he warned. “Carla, can you hear me, baby? Watch it, I’m gonna come if you keep… OH! I’m ready! Stop! Stop!”
The blonde woman moved her mouth off his throbbing cock long enough to say, “Go ahead, Len, come in my mouth,” and then was back at him, eagerly sucking the thick meat in and out of her soft, warm mouth.
“AH! You don’t mean it? Oh, Carla, that would… AHH… would be so… so… goddamn! I really am going… going… Ahhhhhh!”
He unloosed a torment of hot come, filling her throat with the liquid love.
And even then he couldn’t believe it. Even then he tried to pull back, but her lips hung tightly to the jerking, shooting cock. She gulped down a load and let her mouth fill a second time. Her cheeks balled out with come and she gulped the second load.
Len was near fainting. He staggered and wobbled but managed to remain on his feet. The hungry mouth was still going after his meat, milking the last spurts of sperm from his thick cock.
He grabbed her head, massaging it between his huge hands. Nothing but groans and moans came from his lips, though he was regaining some strength in his knees. The wobbling of his body stopped shortly after he stopped coming.
Carla squeezed tightly with her lips and drew back off the cock, bringing all the excess come with her into her mouth. She gave the head of the dick a tweek with her teeth and let it fall free.
Looking up at her best friend’s husband, she saw her a few moments to lick the stalk, exploring the that he was, still pretty much out of it. That gave area down by his balls with her tongue.
“Oh, Carla,” he finally managed to say. “That was the greatest come I’ve ever had. Right in your mouth!”
“I loved sucking on you, Len,” she said.
