Carol ran her fingertips up and down in the moist channel of her pussy slot, not trying to penetrate deeper into the hot depths, but just enjoying the stimulation of her flushed twat lips. At the top of her strokes she'd get a little jolt of joy as she grazed her clit, and at the bottom of each stroke she ran her fingers into the humid crack of her butt, fucking a fingertip over the puckered ring of her asshole.
'Ummmmm, nice…' she sighed, moving her hand faster and faster now, until her fingers were coated with the slippery juices spilling from her cunt. The hot itch of need deep in her tingling box grew and grew until she could hold back no longer. With a quick move she rammed her middle finger straight into the simmering heat of her close-clasping pussy.
'Oooh!' she cried out, a wanton grin on her face. Her small finger was no real substitute for a fat male cock, but she'd take whatever sexual pleasure she could get! Besides, she knew how to improve the situation.
As she worked her hand back and forth, shoving her finger in and out of her hot cunt, she added a second finger-then a third. And finally, with the addition of her little finger, she was ramming half her hand into the velvety slick juiciness of her twat. On each fully penetrating shove she used her thumb to slide over her clitty.
Carol would have loved to really get into fist-fucking her own pussy, giving herself the total cunt-stretching fuck she wanted. But the angle was wrong to do it herself-she'd already tried it several times in the past. The thought reminded her of still another past lover, Steven Cardwell. He had been hung like a prize-winning stud bull. But what made him stand out in her memory was that he had introduced her to the joys of fist-fucking. It wasn't something that Carol would want to do all the time. But, often the urge to be really fucked hard, to be filled to bursting and beyond, would come over her. And Steven had shown her how, with just the right touch, the right slow buildup, that the pliant cunt could handle just about anything!
As she worked her fingers back and forth, filling the bathroom with the juicy slurps of her finger-fucking, she remembered that first time she'd looked down between her legs to see Steven's hand swallowed up to the wrist in her own pussy, his arm looking like the world's biggest, thickest cock! She'd had an explosive climax then just at the sight of such an incredibly erotic vision!
But, if she couldn't fist-fuck herself now, there was another bit of self-stimulation she could try to push herself over to orgasm.
Keeping up the steady, insistent fucking of her four fingers in the syrupy depths of her throbbing cunt, Carol put the middle finger of her left hand into her mouth. She sucked and licked the long, slender digit. Her tongue swirled all around it with the same loving attention she'd give to the throbbing cock, coating it with saliva.
Lifting her feet from the floor Carol pulled her legs back, bringing her knees up to her heaving bosom. In this position her thighs spread wider, and her buttocks were pulled up, exposing the tiny hot ring of her anus.
Reaching down past her pussy-plundering right hand, she shoved her saliva-dripping finger straight up into her butthole.
'Ooh! Shit, yes!' she grunted in pleasure as her finger stretched open the tight sphincter muscle and popped deep into the hot, humid depths of her butt. 'Yessss…'
The lewd housewife forced her finger deeper and deeper into her tightly clenching rectum, until finally the palm of her hand was pressed into her soft buttocks. The lusty woman began to undulate her hips in small circular motions, rocking her pelvis back and forth between both hands, and screwing almost savagely into both pussy and butt with her fingers.
'Ahh!! Ohhhhhh!!!' She moaned and sobbed, biting at her pouting lower lip as her depraved pleasure built and built. And then, suddenly, wonderfully, she hit the crest!
A tidal wave of orgasmic flame bust from her trembling belly, and she felt the muscles deep in her cunt bear down on her reaming fingers. Her oozing juices spurted out around the tight fit of her pussy lips and hand, drooling down between her legs to help coat the long finger still pistoning in and out of her butt.
The rich, sensual aroma of hot pussy flesh wafted up to her nostrils and she breathed it in deeply, moaning and sighing in ecstatic joy as she paid off her hot sex to her own hands.
Carol kept both hands working frantically, almost twin blurs at her groin, the bathroom echoing with her gradually quieting sobs and grunts.
Finally she reached the end of her burning climax, began to coast back down to her more normal state, a holding pattern until her next climax could be coaxed along. She felt momentarily exhausted as she he back panting by the door.
But only momentarily!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
5:30 p.m…
Ken had called not long after Carol had finished her shower-actually, her second shower, as she'd gotten so sticky and sweaty from her frenzied finger-fuck that she'd had to get cleaned up all over again!
The bad news from Ken was that he was going to have to work late at his office that evening. The good news was that, when he mentioned how he planned to just call-out for something to eat at work, it made Carol think of a thrill she hadn't tasted herself in a while, and she figured that was a clear sign that tonight was the night!
So, as soon as she had given Ken her love and hung up, she raised the receive again to call for a pizza delivery for her own dinner. But it wasn't the pizza she was really interested in. When she placed her order she asked specifically that they send it by one particular delivery worker-a hot, young little lovely that Carol had come to depend on to deliver goodies even more luscious than a pizza- Christine Hollis.
Christine was quite young, only eighteen, and still in high school. The girl was exceptionally beautiful with long, flowing brunette hair, and a face that could easily grace the cover of any beauty magazine. Christine had a lithe, limber young body, well trimmed but also capped with two tasty titty-globes, with all the firm, up-thrusting energy of youth.
And Christine was also as gay as she could be. Not a bisexual, two-way swinger like Carol, or Eileen. The teenager seemed to have no use at all for men, and a hot and eager hunger for female-love. At first Carol had tried the same approach with Christine that she'd used on the top-heavy Marilyn. She had introduced the girl to the joys of deep cunt-fucking by way of her dildo collection, then tried to get Christine to take the next step of riding a real man's cock. But things had hit a brick wall there, as Christine had adamantly refused.
Carol and Ken had done their best, but no amount of coaxing on their part could get Christine to open her young thighs to Ken's massive cock. Carol had balled Ken six ways from Sunday in front of the girl to show her how wonderful it was, but Christine refused to budge.
However, from that potentially awkward situation had developed one of the swinging couple's more interesting partnerships. For, although the pretty teenager wouldn't let Ken fuck her, she actually liked him very much, and so the three quickly found many other ways to enjoy their sexual groupings. These usually revolved around Christine feasting on Carol's juicy quim while the older woman sucked her husband off, or else Carol got in the middle, going down on Christine while Ken worked her other end.
Of all the variations, though, the hot little lesbian's favorite sex game was to have Carol strap on her biggest dildo and ream out the girl's pussy, while Ken screwed Carol's puckering butthole. Christine loved the way the force of Ken's strokes into his wife's greasy ass seemed to magnify the woman's own fucking motions into Christine's creaming slot.
Christine herself really couldn't explain how she could take a dildo in her pussy, but refused a man's cock. But whatever the reason, she certainly had developed a fierce love of having her tender young cunt filled with plastic prick.
So Carol, clad only in a gauzy nightgown, had her tools all ready in the bedroom when the doorbell rang. She hardly had the front door halfway open before Christine was rushing in, throwing herself into the older woman's arms.
'Carol! I thought you'd never call!' she giggled, pressing her entire body tightly into the housewife's lush figure, and lifting her shining face up to Carol's. The horny woman gathered the young gay girl into her arms and brought their soft mouths together for a tongue sharing, soul satisfying kiss. The girl tasted hot and sweet, and she melted like chocolate into Carol's arms. Then, after a long moment had passed and they broke their Sapphic kiss, Christine's brown eyes were bright with pent up, lascivious lust.
