She ate a light dinner – alone. Twice, she let the phone ring itself out, refusing to answer it for fear it was Fritz or one of the other teens. She had to be crazy, getting involved with them. If she continued as she had been, they'd spread the news and soon she'd be fucking every teen in town – or doing things worse than fucking. She really must have lost her head when she'd begged them to piss on her, to piss inside her, for Christsake!
The evening passed slowly – too slowly – and the TV shows became unbearably boring, and soon her cunt began to itch, to throb, and images of the cocks she'd fucked these last two days paraded through her mind – the cocks of the four teens, the cock of that service station attendant, the enormous cock of. Richard at the spa. To take her mind off those cocks and her shameful misdeeds, she forced herself to read the articles in 'TV Guide'.
Her eyes had traveled aver the words of each article several times by the time Hyatt waddled in the door at 9:30, but her mind had refused to record even one of them. Her mind focused on cock, on sex, on pleasure, and by the time Hyatt entered the living room where she was stretched out on the couch, she was in such a state of heat that she was ready to rape him again, as she'd raped him last night.
'I'm going straight to bed,' Hyatt announced the moment he saw her. 'I've had a long day, and I'll have to go in extra early tomorrow to make up for being late this morning – thanks to you.' He gave her an arrogant look and disappeared down the hall.
Well, fuck you! Carol thought.
She imagined tying him down and riding that uncut cock of his until her cunt had vacuumed him so dry that he wouldn't be able to walk for a month, let alone go to work. The nerve of that man – blaming her for his being late this morning!
She marched to the bedroom to tell him off. He was lying face-up on his bed with his eyes closed. She hadn't taken two steps into the room when his eyes opened.
'Don't get any funny ideas,' he said. 'I need my sleep. If you try doing again what you did last night, I'm sending you straight to a psychiatrist in the morning, and I'm not kidding.' He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at her.
'Sweet dreams,' Carol said. 'Sweet dreams of money.'
She wheeled on her heel and left the room, snapping off the lights on her way out. To have said any more to him would have been a waste of breath. He was hopeless.
She slipped on her shoes, picked up her purse, and a minute later found herself driving into the night without any destination in mind.
'The old fool!' she mumbled. 'To hell with him!'
She didn't need him to make her happy, to keep her satisfied. If he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing nothing but working and sleeping, then let him. It was his life. But he wasn't going to tell her how to live, either. She'd have her fun, and to hell, with him if he discovered what kind of fun she was having! If anybody was going to end up seeing a psychiatrist, it would be Hyatt, not her.
Ten minutes later, she found herself pulling into the back parking lot of the Zebra Adult Bookstore. She'd never been to one of these places, and it was about time she found out what was behind those flashing lights and blacked out windows. The unlit parking lot was half filled with cars. She locked her car doors quickly and hurried into the store by the back door.
The moment she stepped inside, she realized she was the only woman in the place. The dozen or so men browsing at the magazine racks looked her over as if she were an alien creature, as if they'd never seen a living woman before. The cloud of smoke that hovered in the air made her eyes water.
'Evening, ma'am,' said the young man behind the counter. 'There's a 50-cent entry fee, but ladies get in free.'
'Thank you,' Carol said. 'I just want to look around.'
'Take all the time you want,' the clerk said. 'There's a 15-minute browsing limit – except for ladies.'
'Thank you,' Carol said, feeling self-conscious about the preferential treatment she was receiving. She wondered if this form of discrimination was legal.
She started to look around.
She had never seen so many pussies in her life. The walls appeared papered with pictures of wide open pussies, with pictures of women in every imaginable position showing off their spread pussies. There were blondes and brunettes and redheads. There, were fat women and thin women, middle-aged women and young women, women with balloon-like tits and small, pert tit-cones. The magazines showing these women were lined up on racks that stretched from floor to ceiling. There were so many pussies displayed that Carol could almost smell them.
Carol felt self-conscious, but she couldn't take her eyes off all these wet cunts. The more she looked at the pictures of women spreading themselves wide open for the camera, displaying their juicy crotch meat for the world to see, the more she got turned on. She found herself wanting to lick those pussies, to taste them.
Now I know I'm losing my mind, she thought. But she couldn't help herself. She was too wound up. Her cunt throbbed.
She noticed magazines that showed men and women fucking, men and women sucking. She found magazines that showed men only, men displaying their hard cocks. She found a magazine in which two women were licking each other's pussy.
They look like they're enjoying it, she thought.
She discovered a sex-toys display: rubber cocks that looked real, rubber cunts that looked real, all kinds of strange gadgets and devices that set the wheels of Carol's imagination churning.
These might be fun to play with, she mused. She realized she was being watched. All the men in the store, including the clerk, were paying more attention to her than to the naked women in the magazines. She began to feel uneasy, almost panicky. She knew it was time to leave.
Impulsively, she chose the largest solid-rubber cock on the display rack – a cock even larger than Richard's – and she took it to the cash register.
'We have peep shows in the back room,' the clerk said as he rang up her purchase and shoved it into a brown paper bag.
'Maybe next time,' Carol said. She took her package and left.
After the glaring fluorescent lights inside the store, the parking lot seemed twice as dark as it had been when she'd arrived. She could hardly find her car. When she did, she fumbled several seconds before she managed to insert her key in her car door.
'Need some help?'
She jumped. She could just make out the dark silhouette of a tall man standing near her. She hadn't heard him approach.
'Thank you, but I can manage.'
He moved closer. 'I saw what you bought in the bookstore,' he said. 'What's a built woman like you need a rubber one for? You could have your pick of any real prick in town.'
'I bought it for the fun of it,' Carol said. 'I'll bet you did! You look like a woman who likes to have fun.' He reached for her, but before she could pull away, he'd placed her hand on something hot, hard, and moist. 'How'd you like to have fun with, this?'
Her hand shaking, she felt his cock up and down. She couldn't believe all this hard meat belonged to one cock. It was larger even than the rubber cock she'd bought.
'Go down on it,' the man whispered. 'Give me some head.' He pushed her to her knees beside the car.
She wished for some light so she could see what she was chewing on. The guy's prick was so thick that she could hardly get her mouth around it, so long that she could swallow no more than the cockhead and a third of his cockshaft.
'Real good!' the man said. 'I can tell you're experienced.'
His pre-cum ran down her throat and she guzzled it greedily. She rubbed her hands up and down his prickshaft. As he opened his pants to release his balls, she weighed them in her hands and squeezed them. His balls were huge, like hard-boiled eggs, and his ball sac was hairy and moist.
'Yeah, squeeze my nuts! I love that!'
He had a deep voice. She was sure he was incredibly handsome. Too bad she couldn't see his face.
Her cunt throbbed and the pussy cream trickled down her inner thighs. She reached up under her skirt to
