hours, and her breakfast had to be digested by them. She was rinsing the tout crumbs off her fingers when the phone rang. It was Fritz.
'I wanna come over,' he said, 'but I have to stay home and help one of my brat sisters clean the house. I'm in the bathroom now. Snuck away long enough to call you.'
'Just as well, darling,' Carol said. 'I have to go out, and I'll be busy most of the afternoon. Stop by during your route. I should be home by…'
'Don't worry,' he said, 'I will – if I don't die first. I didn't sleep all night. All I did was think about you and pull on my thing.'
'I thought about you too, darling.'
'You did?'
'Of course. You're quite the stud.' As she talked, she had her hand up under her skirt. Her fingers slid up and down between her juice-slick inner cuntlips. Her clit squirmed, a hard bud against the rubbing fingers. 'In fact, the sound of your voice now turns me on.'
'It does? Wow! Your voice turns me on too. I can hardly stand it.'
'Then don't stand it,' Carol said. 'Rub that horny rod of yours, and I'll close my eyes and pretend I can see it.'
'I've been rubbing it ever since you answered,' the teen said.
'I know,' Carol said. 'I can tell by the way you're breathing. Guess what I'm rubbing, darling.'
'Shit, I don't have to guess. I know. Is it wet?'
'Very! And very hot, too. And you know what it wants? That prick of yours – or that tongue, or that toe. I really get off on your toe, darling. It's a hot one.'
'I'll never wash it again,' the teen said. 'My prick either.'
'Listen,' Carol said, and she put the receiver between her legs.
Her finger slipped up her cunt, plunging in and out, making wild squishing sounds in her juicy fuck-hole. After a minute, she put the receiver back to her ear.
'Oh, Jesus!' the teen panted. 'I know what that is. Oh man, I'm coming!'
She listened to his heavy breathing, to his grunts of pleasure as the jism shot from his cock. She imagined his white cock cream splashing against the tiled wall of his bathroom. His moans of fuck-pleasure excited her to her own climax, and she cried out as the sensations exploded in her crotch and the hot juices bubbled out of her pussy.
'It's running down my legs!' she moaned. 'Darling, I wish you were here to lick it up!'
She humped at her hand, fucking two stiff fingers in and out of her contracting pussy hole.
'Mine is running down the wall,' Fritz said. 'What a mess! What a feeling!'
'Yes darling, I know, I know!'
They mumbled fuck-words to each other, groaned their pleasure to each, other over the phone lines and into each other's ear. Their arms jerked, Fritz pumping his hand up and down his cum-spurting cock, Carol reaming out her pussy hole with two stiff fingers. Pussy cream trickled down Carol's legs. Cum slid in thick gobs down the wall of Fritz's bathroom. At last, their orgasms subsided.
Carol didn't hang up the phone before making Fritz promise again that he would stop in that afternoon while working his paper route. As she left the house, she wondered how she was going to manage without his cock till then. Jerking off had satisfied her only temporarily. She found herself hornier now than she'd been before Fritz had called.
As she drove toward the supermarket, she found herself doing something she hadn't done since she'd been in college – watching men on the street. When she'd become a respectable married woman, she'd entirely stopped looking at men other than her husband. But after last evening with Fritz, things had changed.
'They're all over,' she mumbled out loud, wondering how she had managed to ignore men all these years – her intentions of marital fidelity not withstanding. 'Look at them all!'
They came in all sizes, shapes, and ages. And they all had cocks, cocks most of them would be glad to slide between her legs any time she wished. Most men, unlike most women, had no qualms about coupling with as many pussies as they could get their hands on. She'd learned that way back in high school. Ninety percent of the high school boys she'd known cared for little more in life than getting their next piece of female ass.
Men were perpetually in heat. Unfortunately for men, most women played hard to get. Carol herself had played that game all through high school and most of the way through college – until she'd been fucked by her first cock. After that, she'd given herself scores of times to at least a half-dozen college men. She'd experienced the joys of free and frequent sex – until she'd met Hyatt and reformed. For fifteen years, she'd been a perfectly faithful wife.
What fun she could have been having all these years, she thought. What pleasures she could have been experiencing!
She noticed that she was getting low on gas, so she pulled into a gas station and asked the teenaged attendant for a fill-up. He was a gangly, pimply-faced kid with grease-black hands and a grease-smudged face. As he peered down into the car at her, she caught him trying to look down her blouse, and she smiled back at him invitingly. He flushed, getting so flustered that he dropped her gas cap, then had trouble getting the gas pump started.
She wondered what his cock looked like, wondered if it was long and slender like his body, wondered if its head was red like his hair.
'Could you direct me to the ladies' room, Sir?'
'Around back,' the teen said, nodding his head toward the station.
As she got out of the car, she gave him an inviting look, then glanced back over her shoulder at him as she wiggled toward the station, her high heels clicking on the concrete. Pussy juice trickled down her inner thighs.
Out of sight of the attendant, she opened the door of the restroom, locked it from the inside, then stepped back outside and shut the door.
'I'm afraid it's locked,' she said as she returned to the car.
The attendant replaced the pump and put her gas cap back on. 'I thought it was open,' he said. 'Well, I'll get you the key.'
When he returned with the key, she asked if he would open the door for her. 'I'm so clumsy when it comes to doing anything the least bit mechanical,' she said. 'I wish I had the skill you mechanics have.'
'I ain't a mechanic,' the youth said. 'Just a gas pumper.' He inserted the key and opened the door. 'There you go.'
'I'll bet you know how to pump more than gas,' Carol said. She placed her hand on his ass and squeezed. 'A handsome young man like you must certainly know how to pump more than gas. I'll bet you drive the girls wild.'
'Well…' the teen said nervously, 'Well, ah…'
'Go inside,' Carol said. 'Let's see if I'm right about you.'
Although she spoke without a quaver, her heart was slamming and she felt dizzy, disoriented. A terrible heat suffused her body and her loins throbbed with an ache, with a desire she could hardly bear. She didn't show it, but she was as much shocked by her behavior as the teen was. Closing the door, she locked it.
'You're such a handsome guy,' she said, and she kissed him on the lips as her hands fumbled with his jeans. He was taller than she, and she had to turn her face up toward him. 'Let's see what you've got here.'
The teen was completely passive. His arms hung at his sides as she pushed down his jeans. His prick sprang out at her like a branding iron, throbbing excitedly, its head swollen like a ripe apple. It was a long, slender cock with a larger knob.
'Lovely,' Carol said, gripping his cock and massaging it. 'I'll bet you know how to use it.'
The teen leaned back against the door, his legs trembling. If the door hadn't been behind him he would surely have fallen over.
'Let's get this shirt off,' Carol said. 'And your shoes, too. I want to see all of you.'
He raised his arms as she pulled his shirt off. She nuzzled his armpits, licked the reddish hair, got a good whiff of his sweaty teen-male scent. She dropped to a squat and pulled off his shoes and pants.
'You're even handsomer naked,' she said, and she moved up to nuzzle his balls.
'Gorgeous nuts! Mmmm, let me at that prick!' She had to bend his rigid fucker down to suck it. She gripped
