Incest stories, twins and mom
"Come on, Don, baby... the boys won't see... we'll go into the garage!" Carolyn anxiously tugged on her future husband's sleeve and guided him with determination away from the ranch-style house toward the garage.
"I don't know, Carolyn..." Don Larsen hesitated at the door, looking back toward the house where his two teenage boys could quite easily be watching them. Carolyn was so impatient, he thought to himself, almost too impatient for his tastes, and yet he didn't really want to disappoint her. He was too much in love with the girl for that! Still and all, you'd think she might be able to wait until some decent time. Or at least until after the wedding on the very next day.
"Come on, Don! Don't you want me as much as I want you?"
Don followed his young bride-to-be. She was only twenty-one, almost a teenager herself, and Don considered himself lucky at forty-five to have her.
"All right, Carolyn. Of course I do. You know I do!" He was following her into the back seat of the car where the young blonde girl had already arranged herself in the corner. "It's just that..."
But Carolyn's arm snaked out and upward, catching the older man around the neck and pulling him close to her invitingly reclining body. While her moist tongue thrust impetuously in between his lips, her hands fumbled downward, reaching for his to place them upon the already palpitating mounds of her naked breasts. It was not difficult to reach the smooth silken skin of Carolyn's voluptuous breasts, bare beneath the light summer dress she wore. There they were right inside the low-cut top of her dress, set high and full and tantalizingly firm in their beckoning warmth and softness.
"Oh, God, Carolyn! You're so beautiful... so exciting!"
"And you're wonderful, lover!" Carolyn replied, already giving herself up to the delightful tingling sensation emanating from Don's careful manipulation of her naked breasts. "Oh, that's good! I like it like that!"
How long had it been since Don had felt a woman warm and responsive in his arms? It wasn't the first time he and his bride-to-be had made love. It was perhaps the fourth or fifth time, and yet the widower still felt like a novice after the long years without a wife, and only an occasional relief during that time from the loneliness he usually felt.
And to think that tomorrow all this would be his! Irrevocably his!
"Oh, Carolyn!" he cried. Already his thickening cock was throbbing in lustful anticipation, knowing that Carolyn wore no panties beneath her dress, already feeling her parted thighs rubbing against him, slowly, sensuously. It was hot in the garage and hotter still in the car. June in northern California was usually not this hot, but there'd been a long dry spell and it was almost as if this were Los Angeles, instead of San Rafael.
But the fresh air and the trees, apple and oak and redwoods, fir and elm that surrounded Don Larsen's property all spoke of the particular atmosphere in Marin County where he and his twin sons had been living ever since his wife's death some years before. The house itself was large and sprawling, designed by Don himself, who made his living as an architect of good reputation in the area. There was a great deal of wood in the house and a lot of glass, and it was through the largest pane of glass at the side of the house that the two boys now peered intensely.
"Yep, they went inside!" Bennie said with his usual calm.
"Of course they went inside! I told you they would, didn't I?" Tim was irritable, as he was frequently wont to be.
Two small freckled faces pressed against the pane of glass and two tousled shocks of blond hair could have been seen from the outside, had anyone been watching. The twins looked almost exactly alike, although a few years before neither one of them had liked it very much, now they were beginning to enjoy it thoroughly. Not only were they each other's best friend and confidant, but they were able to derive a great deal of pleasure by mystifying friends and relatives with their uncanny resemblance. At thirteen, Bennie and Tim thought themselves to be at the height of their intelligence, and perhaps they were.
"They're doing it!" announced Tim. "I'm sure of it!"
"Let's go see!" cried Bennie. The boy's blue eyes flashed with excitement as he looked at his brother. Both boy's freckles were arranged in perfectly symmetrical and identical patterns across their noses, only Bennie had a distinguishing extra freckle on his right ear. But because they wore their hair at almost shoulder length, this freckle was rarely visible.
"You bet!" replied Tim, and they were both scrambling out the door of the house across the perfectly kept green lawn and toward the garage.
When they reached the door they paused, however. "This calls for stealth, Bennie!" Tim whispered. "We can't make a sound or they'll hear us and stop what they're doing!"
Tim was the natural leader and they both accepted this, him being a few minutes older than his brother. "Right!" Bennie replied. "Stealth it is!"
With exceeding care Tim pulled the garage door open just enough so the two boys could squeeze through the narrow opening. Dressed in T-shirts, shorts, and sneakers without socks, they looked the picture of wholesome American youth, but within their cunning little minds the boys felt a strong determination to prove themselves to be the very opposite of what they appeared.
"Listen!" Tim cautioned his brother, and they stood stock still there in the dimness of the garage. From the direction of the car came the unmistakable voice of their future stepmother.
"Do it to me, Don. Take me now, honey!" She was completely naked and cramped in the confining back seat of the Buick; before her Don, too, had removed the last article of his clothing, except his shoes and socks, which he felt would take too long to put back on. Carolyn knew that in moments she would be writhing in sensual torment beneath her future husband, enjoying the wanton meeting of bodies that had never failed to excite her beyond anything she'd ever known, since the young girl's first complete experience at fourteen in her boyfriend's playroom. She wanted to hasten the moment as she now felt Don's heavy legs pressing hers outward, and suddenly pulsing near her nakedly trembling belly, the fiery pole of his lustfully swollen cock.
With one sudden movement, the blonde girl's long legs were parted by the widowered architect's naked leg, and the smooth rubbery head of his heated cock slid eagerly up between her spread-eagled thighs until it bumped against the narrow cleft of her sparsely hair-lined pussy.
Nearby, Tim and Bennie approached, and when they reached the side of the car, they daringly peered into the back seat. There, before their amazed eyes were the quiveringly hard naked buttocks of their father, and below, the wide-spread silken thighs of their future stepmother, separated by their father's thrusting body, while Carolyn's slender calves gripped compulsively around Don's back.
"CRIPES! THEY ARE DOING IT!" Bennie did not have to speak the words, one look exchanged between the twins was enough to send the shattering message back and forth between them. Wordlessly, the teenagers looked back at the most lascivious sight their young eyes had ever seen.
It certainly was going to make life more interesting, each thought in his own way. Nothing in fact would ever be the same again. And that was all right with them, considering the dullness they usually had to contend with.
Inside the car, Carolyn chanted, "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH!" Her heated cuntal passage ached for the hard length of Don's advancing penis. She wanted so badly to feel him inside her that she felt she would scream if he didn't hurry! Once more his excited fingers were working steadily at the soft fullness of her breasts which were swollen and filled with desire. That was all that seemed to exist now of the former student at Berkeley -- her stinging breasts and the moistly secreting pussy that accepted the hard blunt tip of Don's surging cock as it rubbed against her straining young pussy slit. The increasing friction was almost unbearable. Impulsively, the young blonde began pushing her hips up higher and higher off the car seat, trying to get him to enter her. But Don's sliding teasing cock continued to grace her tortured gyrating pussy until Carolyn began to claw wildly at his back, begging him in a raspy voice.
"Please... Don... please. Oh, God, please take me, take me now!"
Outside the window of the car the twins again exchanged glances and with bated breath returned their gaze to the lewd encounter between their father and the twenty-one year old girl who was soon to be their new mother!
The thick sleek head of Don's raging cock stopped its incessant rubbing between his fiancee's fleshy cuntal lips and slid downward, poised at the tiny pink entrance to her widespread vagina. As the older man panted a bit in expectation, his hands slipped underneath Carolyn's long legs, drawing them upward so that they splayed outward and nestled higher upon his back, her heels digging in for support. He let his thick shaft part the girl's sparse blonde pubic hair and insinuate itself into the incredible wetness that surrounded her small pussy opening, searching, burrowing, sliding.
Don's muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push, push hard against the moaning twenty-one year old, feeling the softness of her vagina give way, the petal-like lips beginning to open wide to admit his hardness deep, deep up inside her. The little hair-fringed mouth between Carolyn's open, cream-white thighs yielded willingly, and in one sudden thrust Don rammed halfway up inside the girl's crazily trembling belly.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH... AHAHAHAHAHAH!" Carolyn moaned, her head tossing from side to side, her fingernails trailing long red lines along Don's naked back as deep within her contracting cuntal walls she felt his heated hardness, the thick rigid cock of the man who was going to marry her tomorrow.
It was good. It was very good. And the young girl thought that once they were married, she would be able to turn Don into quite a lover. Just the kind of lover she needed. Everything was going to turn out just fine; she would have the security she always wanted, plus the good loving her body craved. As soon as fall came she would arrange to have the pesky twins sent off to school somewhere, and then her life would be absolutely perfect.
But all of this was but a flash in Carolyn's thoughts as, totally unaware that her new charges were watching every sordid detail of her lustful encounter with their father, the young blonde felt Don moving up still higher within the already filled passage of her pliant cunt. He certainly did have a good size... a very good size! Nice and hard and big and thick. With a little shudder of delight, Carolyn let herself snuggle downward against the upward grinding of Don's turgid cock, enjoying the pressure of her own tightly clasping vaginal muscles as they rippled wetly and smoothly around the older man's surging penis.
Don knew that he couldn't stop now no matter what happened. The tenderness of Carolyn's inner pussy wrapped itself elastic-like around his upward surging cock, as with a soulful moan, he rammed it up all the way into the depths of her satin-smooth cunt. His dark hair falling forward into his eyes, Larsen rocked the full weight of his loins into the young girl's pelvis, splitting her legs wide apart and hooking his searching cock deeper upward inside her. He could feel her legs flailing in the air, cramped by the limited space of the back seat of the car, and Carolyn's fingernails dug harder into his back. But he could only grab onto her cushiony soft buttocks and pull the blonde girl's excited loins up still higher to meet his engorged cock.
"OH CAROLYN! Honey... I LOVE YOU... GOD I LOVE YOU!" he cried.
The two thirteen year old hearts beat wildly, and each boy knew that he had never been so excited in as many years. Tim and Bennie stood breathlessly watching, unnoticed while their elders continued the lewd fucking right before their eyes. They dared not look away now for fear that they would miss some minute portion of the lurid action. Everything about this lascivious scene was important to the boys. Instinctively, their own young cocks rose high and hard in their shorts, filled with the exciting twinges of lust that they felt might form a small portion of what their father was feeling.
"Gee, Dad sure is digging it!" Bennie whispered finally, and Tim nodded in solemn agreement, noting that Bennie's hand had gone down to grope tentatively at his desire-hardened young cock, just as his own had.
"Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!" Carolyn wailed continuously, and the boys grasped harder at their own tingling pulsating cocks within the confines of their shorts.
In the car Don was working his hips up, kneeling into his voluptuous bride-to-be and using her long limber legs like a wheelbarrow. He was sweating profusely and big drops streaked down his forehead onto Carolyn's quivering nakedness.
"Christ, Carolyn, Christ!" the older man gasped. It felt better than any of their previous lovemaking had, and Don could only congratulate himself on his own good fortune. To have such a girl in love with him! It wasn't every man who could say this! To have such a creature in his bed, in his house, taking care of things, taking care of him! It was almost too much to believe!
Suddenly Don pulled halfway out of Carolyn's blonde-fringed clinging cunt, and as his back arched upward, the boys got a good glimpse of the glistening pink and gold of their future stepmother's gaping pussy. Then Don's rigid cock was moving back in, touching every section of her secret interior, filling up every nook and cranny. It was stretching the young girl's pussy tight, giving her a pleasure that made her cry out like a wounded animal. He paused a moment and then started pounding against her, steady and hard, until each thrust of his lust-hardened cock into Carolyn's wet open pussy created an astounding combination of pain and accumulating desire that grew more acute by the second. Wet, sluicing sounds and soft pounding thuds met the boys' burning ears as they watched the lust-inspiring scene, feeling the hard tingling of their own boyish cocks sending messages of urgent need to their young brains.
Carolyn's moans seemed to pierce their young bodies as they watched the young girl mold her nakedly gyrating flesh up to their father's with anxious, frantic motions. Although it was quite warm in the garage the boys shivered as their own fingers played tensely along the outline of their youthfully stiffened cocks, running up and down with swifter and swifter motions that brought greater thrills to their inexperienced systems than any they had ever known. This was no ordinary finger-play. God, they'd done that often enough! No, the keen emotions they were feeling had a reality that no other self-touching ever had!
"Phew!" said Bennie softly to his brother, crouching by the side of the family car.
"Yeah... we're ready for something," Tim agreed, reading his brother's thoughts. "Something else!"
While within the car, their father looked down at Carolyn's tightly screwed-up features, her normally pretty face distorted by the lustful fire raging within her loins as she responded to each strong blow of his advancing cock. Don felt like a God. He was lying naked between the legs of one of the most beautiful creatures on earth and she was loving it! He thrust into her moistly contracting cuntal passage with a loud grunting noise, kneading the smooth moons of the young girl's jiggling white breasts in his nervous fingers. She was being skewered hard down into the seat of the car, helplessly impaled by his ramming cock.
"Oooooommmmmph!" The blonde moaned feverishly, "Ohhhh, yeah. YEAHHHHHHHH. YEAAAAAAEEHH!"
The middle-aged architect's handsome craggy face grew purplish from the effort and the strength of his desire, as now with long even strokes he continued the glorious fucking that he knew his future wife was appreciating. The very forbidden nature of making love in the family car, with the boys somewhere in the nearby house, made the normally cautious architect more and more excited. Tides of desire rose and fell between the aroused couple as they writhed together, grinding in the nakedness of their loins against each other with lewd tremblings and groans that rocked the car and inflamed the observing children.
Tim and Bennie let their fingers increase the magnificent friction each had built up along the lustful length of their slender young cocks. Now their hands reached within the elastic top of their shorts feeling the naked hotness of their genitals while they watched the frantic lovemaking in the Buick.
"OOOOOHHHHH!" Carolyn sang out, feeling her future husband's naked body pressing heavily down on hers while the tautly stretched cheeks of her quivering buttocks split wide, her legs dangling in mid-air, one striking against the front seat, the other against the back as her cuntal muscles began to vibrate with a new urgency, and then suddenly began to contract wildly. A series of spasms took hold of the former student as the older man's driving cock sped ever upward into her, pushing the trembling folds of her seeping vagina steadily back, massaging the sensitive flesh internally with each labored withdrawal. Then Don brought his huge lust-swollen shaft all the way out of the young girl's pussy, leaving just the head at the entrance and once more with all his might rammed back into her steaming passage.
"AAAAAaaaahhhhhhh, DONDONDONDON!" she chanted, bucking up against his savage thrust.
Don crooned above Carolyn with delight, knowing she was starting into her orgasm. Gasping for air himself, he fucked mercilessly deep into the soft confines of the blonde girl's cunt, while behind him his two sons watched the way his angry-looking cock appeared and disappeared into the hungrily clutching aperture of Carolyn's straining pussy. His balls ached painfully as his blonde-haired bride-to-be continued to grunt steadily with words of lewd encouragement. He knew that he too was going to cum and the older man only hoped that he could hold out long enough to thoroughly satisfy her! His eagerly throbbing flesh seemed filled with a hundred hot sparks, and he felt a total exhilaration as he dominated the former schoolgirl he was to marry. He had watched her grow more beautiful in the two years she'd worked part-time as a secretary in his office, and now here she was, his -- or almost, anyway and Christ, he was going to cum any second! His sperm was crying out to be released into that deep clinging channel of Carolyn's tightly clasping cunt.
Tim and Bennie stood transfixed at the sight of the lewdly fucking couple before them, their young penises swelling uncomfortably as they squeezed and pulled at the blood-engorged shafts, their eves filmed over with a desire-inspired glaze. Both boys' youthful cocks had turned a deep red as they slipped the skin hotly back and forth over the rubbery tips of their moist sensitive organs.
Their bright white teeth were bared in a lustful grimace as they saw their future mother expand into the full frenzy of her orgasm. Her entire lusciously curved body nakedly arched beneath their dad's thrusting hardness, her face sometimes visible to them from their position was almost unrecognizably distorted by passion. A steady wailing moan slipped from her widely separated lips as the young girl clung to their father's back with both hands and heels, doing an odd sideways dance with her climaxing loins. Her raging hot vagina clung to the slipping, pistoning cock that filled her so entirely, while gushing sparkles of light seemed to seep throughout her system, throbbing wildly through every pore of her being. It was like failing from a tall building and being shattered upon a blissful surface, expanding and flying out into space in a million tiny glittering pieces!
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH EEEEEEEE!" Carolyn wailed pitifully, ending in a soul-rending moan of spasmodic delight. Her long pale legs quivered by themselves for several seconds and then the boys saw their father quicken his pace at the last, ramming into the wet tenderness of Carolyn's open pussy with short hard strokes that triggered her inner explosion as well as his.
Every sinew of their father's body was taut, especially those of his arms, neck and thighs as he bellowed out his final cry. Simultaneously, the twins felt the rush of their own young sperm setting forth a zigzag journey that brought with it the acute accumulation of desire and torment of their youth. Two blond heads snapped back with the force of their release as they arched their own cocks back tightly letting the overwhelming waves of pleasure release them from the tension they'd known every since they crept into the garage.
It was probably nearly as good as what their father was feeling, each thought, and yet both boys knew that "nearly as good" was not quite good enough!
As Carolyn lay panting and satiated beneath her future husband, the rushing and pounding in her ears prevented her from hearing any other sound but her fiancee's harsh breathing over her. Neither of them heard the two boys slip from the garage and exit into the bright California sun; and it was some ten minutes later that Don and Carolyn, respectably dressed but flushed from their illicit experience in the garage, emerged, arms wound around each other. They smiled and clung close to each other as they walked into the house.
"Wonder where the boys have got to?" Don said aloud.
Who cares? thought Carolyn, going to the refrigerator for a snack. She made a mental note to have Don get her a self-defrosting refrigerator as soon as she moved into the house, and then set about making cold iced diet-soda and bologna sandwiches for the two of them.
CHAPTER TWO
Carolyn smiled back at her new husband. The hot sand of the beach slipped between her toes as she wriggled them downward. Beyond, the sparkling clear water seemed to dance in the sunlight. Carolyn had to narrow her eyes against the glare as she took her sunglasses off.
"Happy, darling?" Don asked. The wedding had been small but most satisfactory. Immediately afterward, Don and Carolyn had headed for the airport where they boarded the airplane for Acapulco. The twins had been on hand to wave goodbye, and Don was satisfied that they would be all right since the housekeeper would look in on them daily and cook them dinner every evening.
Don was pleased to have this two-week honeymoon all alone with his new bride. He knew that Carolyn had never been out of the country before, and it was gratifying to be able to offer her the expensive trip below the border.
"I've never been happier, love," Carolyn replied, gazing past her husband's shoulder.
There was a man sunning himself nearby who had been staring at her since the first day she and Don had arrived at the posh resort of El Molino. The young man and his wife were staying in the adjoining cabana and they shared the same swimming pool. All the guests at El Molino stayed in little houses rather than in hotel rooms, and each group of houses had a large pool at the disposal of its guests.
Carolyn had nodded to the man and had had a few short conversations with his wife who was a pretty redhead. But the other couple only used the pool when the Larsens were not in it, so Don and Carolyn refrained from joining them in the warm water. Instead, they had come down to lie on the beach.
Carolyn noted now how handsome the sandy-haired stranger was, and thought it would be nice to get to know him. She knew though that Don had no desire to socialize with any of the other guests. They were, after all, on their honeymoon, and Don wanted her all to himself. The young blonde had gone along with this for the first few days, but now they'd been at El Molino almost a full week, and Carolyn was beginning to feel a little restless.
It was no longer quite enough to know that she was the most beautiful young woman at the resort, and that all of the hotel boys gaped in admiration when she walked by in her bikini.
The drinks at the bar were wonderful, but Carolyn wanted to dance the fast numbers and Don only felt comfortable with the slow ones.
Suddenly feeling a bit daring, the young blonde wife returned the stranger's gaze boldly, meeting his stare for what seemed a long time, and then breaking the contact. Flushed and excited, she lay back down on the blanket beside her husband who had noticed nothing of the exchange. She could feel her breath coming in quick little gasps as she lay trying to calm herself. How silly, she thought, but nonetheless she shivered a bit with excitement.
"Would you like me to rub a little more lotion on?" Don asked. She could already hear the sound of the tube being undone.
"Yes, darling," she replied. "Just a bit more!"
Carolyn turned over on her back and gave herself up to Don's fingers as he rubbed the creamy lotion into her already bronzed skin. His smoothing fingers moved onto her calves and then upward to the shapely firmness of her thighs.
"Mmmmm..." she said. Her eyes were closed and it was easy enough to imagine that it was someone else's fingers on her skin, touching her intimately like this. Why not imagine the stranger? There's nothing really wrong in it, and no one will ever know anyway, she thought, a smile of contentment coming to her lips.
"Do my back too, love," she whispered, reaching back to undo her bathing suit straps. The full firm shapes of her breasts felt heavy as they were freed, and Carolyn let them push softly down into the blanket that covered the sand beneath her. Her nipples stiffened from the contact, and the young blonde sighed as a shiver of desire coursed through her sun-warmed flesh. Don's fingers were firm on her back now, and she wanted him to move down to touch the sides of her naked breasts, but she knew he wouldn't do it unless she asked. Don was very self-conscious around other people, whereas Carolyn had a tendency toward exhibitionism. It was nice to be admired and to know that her beauty was appreciated.
She suddenly felt it was too boring to ask Don. If he couldn't do it on his own, then it was no longer as exciting as it ought to be. Sometimes Don was exasperating, to say the least! She was willing to bet that the sandy-haired man who was perhaps still watching from his spot further down on the beach, was not hesitant about such things. In any case, it was fun to imagine that he wasn't. That he would boldly begin to massage her breasts right there on the beach where anyone who was looking could see!
He was certainly the type who would make love to his wife on the kitchen floor if he felt like it, and not wait until they were in bed together!
Don was rubbing the suntan lotion over her smooth shoulders now, and the familiar scent of it made her nostrils flare slightly. It reminded her of lovemaking, of sweating bodies and hot sun, of what it was like to lie on the beach right after being completely satisfied by a good thick cock. It reminded her of one of her old boyfriends. She and Don, her new husband, had made love every night since they'd arrived at the resort, and a couple of times in the afternoon during siesta, but even though Carolyn couldn't complain that she was frustrated, she didn't feel that sensation that she loved, the feeling of being completely fulfilled by sex, so exhausted that she felt limp and breathless, totally mindless and happy.
Carolyn certainly couldn't say that she was mindless. She was thinking quite a lot as a matter of fact; a certain sign of her restlessness. The surroundings were so lush and exotic and the heat beat down so steadily, even at night. It was all very dramatic, as if something ought to happen that was out of the ordinary. So far nothing had. Still there was a feeling of strange anticipation in the air, and it created a strange stirring in the twenty-one year old girl's veins.
"More?" Don asked tenderly.
"No... thanks, that's enough," she answered, ready now to take a short nap. Then she would go in the water again, just once more before going back to the cabana. That night she and Don would go to the club again. A new trio was playing and Don wanted to see them. But Carolyn had planned to get him to take her in to a discotheque in the town too, one where the dancing and the music might be a bit wilder. She hoped to see some exciting seedy types, too, not just the rather boring tourists who were all rich enough to afford to stay at El Molino and were consequently dull as paint. All, except the sandy-haired fellow in the neighboring cabana, that is. He was decidedly interesting.
Carolyn lifted her head up for a brief second and looked in the direction where the stranger had been sitting. Gone. The beach was practically deserted. Even though she knew it was silly, the young bride felt a stab of disappointment.
"Looking for someone, darling?" Don looked up from the magazine he'd been reading.
"No... I was just wondering if that man who sells iced drinks was still there."
"Then you were looking for someone!" Don said lightly.
"Yes, I guess I was," Carolyn admitted, vexed by the entire conversation.
"No, he's gone now," Don said, speaking of the barman who wandered the beach with a small cart during certain hours. "But I'll run up to the main building and get you one. What do you want, another Rum Collins?"
"Yes, yes, that would be fine," Carolyn said, trying to smile pleasantly up at her husband.
She was lying there thinking about what she would say if the stranger came by while Don was up getting her a drink. Still she lay with her eyes closed, digging little patterns into the sand with her feet. It was highly unlikely that he would come by, she decided. He'd probably gone back to the cabana several minutes ago. He was probably swimming in the pool with his wife right now, probably making love to her, or at least wanting to. His wife was pretty, no doubt about it, but Carolyn felt pleased with the thought that her own legs were better than the redhead's. She was just beginning a complete mental comparison, something she often liked to do where other women were concerned, when she felt a presence at her head and a voice spoke down to her.
"Some weather, isn't it. Not a bad day since we came!"
Carolyn looked up with a start. It was him!
The stranger's gray-green eyes gazed curiously down at her while Carolyn struggled to turn over and sit up. She felt at a vague disadvantage having him looking down at her like that while she was lying out flat.
"Oh... you startled me!" she exclaimed, searching for her sunglasses. Sunglasses always made her feel secure, people couldn't tell so well what you were thinking when you wore them. Fitting the glasses over her eyes, she looked up at the tall, good-looking man. "Yes, it is beautiful here, isn't it?"
"On your honeymoon?"
Carolyn did not want to admit that she was, for some reason. But obviously it was not the kind of thing you lied about. "Yes," she replied, "as a matter of fact, I am... that is, we are!"
"Me, too," the man replied. "By the way, my name is Jack Williams."
"Mine is Carolyn Bak... I mean Larsen."
Jack laughed. "Having a hard time getting used to your new name?" he asked.
Carolyn laughed too. She liked him. He made her feel comfortable right away, unlike some men she'd known. "Yes; you men have it easy. You don't have to change your names!"
"Touche. But think of it this way. This is the third time I've given my name away!" Jack was squatting down beside her now, balancing easily on his haunches, his strong muscular body deeply tanned and healthy looking.
"You mean this is the third time you've been married?" Carolyn was astonished.
"Give the little lady a silver dollar!"
Carolyn blushed. Imagine being someone's third wife! But then she thought about it and she realized that she was Don's second wife, after all. Of course his first wife had died, and she assumed that Jack had had two divorces. She wanted to ask, but decided not to. "I'll bet this is your first time out," Jack continued in the same vein.
Carolyn thought that the words were a little fresh, but decided to ignore that. He was just being friendly and, well, nice.
"Yes," she replied. "I've never been married before." She noticed that he was looking at her strangely as though he were thinking things about her that he would not tell her. She felt suddenly uncomfortable and decided to parry his question. After all, he'd asked her something intimate. He could do some answering too!
"What about your wife?" she asked. "Has she been married before?"
"Peggy? Oh yes, we're old hands, both of us. That doesn't mean it isn't still fun, though. Don't get me wrong!"
Carolyn felt more comfortable now. She reached into her bag for her nail polish and began to give her fingernails a second coat of "Blushing Pink". "She's pretty, your wife," Carolyn said.
"A real beauty," Jack agreed, rocking back and forth as he clasped his bent knees. "But then, so are you," he added, boldly letting his eyes roam over the soft exposed surfaces of the new bride's scantily clad body.
"Well, thank you," Carolyn replied, thinking of her superior legs with pleasure.
"Let's have a drink together one night, shall we?" Jack asked, getting to his feet.
"Yes," Carolyn replied, "That would be nice. I'll mention it to Don."
"And I'll mention it to Peggy," Jack said as he waved and began to walk off down the beach. Carolyn waved back and then applied the last coat of polish to her little finger. She felt flushed and excited. As she was wriggling her fingers to dry them more quickly, she noticed that Don was returning to their blanket. She wondered if he had seen Jack Williams talking to her, and she decided that she would say nothing about it if Don didn't mention it.
***
The Club St. Louis was jammed full of young people doing frantic dances back to back, side to side and sometimes front to front. Often it wasn't possible to tell just who was dancing with whom. Carolyn tried to explain to Don that it really didn't matter, but still she felt that he didn't quite understand the ambiance of the place.
They sat in a small corner booth from which the dance floor was entirely visible. On the table before them were the accumulated glasses of several Rum Collinses which the couple could not seem to get their waiter to take away. He would bring the new drinks when asked, but seemed to be saying in Spanish that someone else would come for the dirty glasses. But no one ever did. It hardly mattered now, though, as they would be leaving shortly.
Don had been ready to go some time ago, and could hardly stifle a yawn he felt coming. It was far too hot in the nightclub and the music -- or was it all that rum? -- was giving him a splitting headache.
Across from him, Carolyn sat, or rather bounced, on her seat, keeping a beat with the frantic music. It made Don nervous every time his pretty blonde wife jiggled up and down, for it looked as if her barely covered breasts might leap from the top of her dress at any moment. He could see several Mexican men standing nearby, doing nothing but watching his wife with a curious fixed expression that Don found irritating. He was glad that his twenty-one year old bride had agreed to go back home with him as soon as she finished her drink. She hadn't seemed too disappointed either when he'd told her he couldn't possibly dance another of those dances after the first one. The music had gone on and on for about twenty minutes without stopping, and he had vainly tried to keep on going, since everyone else seemed to be holding up! But at the end he was reduced to just swaying back and forth and smiling as though he had invented some new dance step. Meanwhile, Carolyn was gyrating and contorting her lithe body all around him, not really seeming to notice the difficulty Don was having in keeping up.
Don finally managed to attract the waiter's attention to pay the bill, and while he was counting out the pesos Carolyn was still bouncing. Don noticed with some annoyance that the waiter didn't even bother looking at the money, but stared licentiously at Carolyn's jiggling breasts, taking in their lush near-nakedness as though somehow just by looking he could make them his.
"Let's get out of here!" Don said gruffly. It's hard not to be jealous when you have a wife who looks like Carolyn, he thought to himself. Especially when you're newly married and in a foreign country.
"Some of those Mexicans are cute!" Carolyn proclaimed as they were getting into their rented car. She was obviously a little tipsy, and her speech was slightly slurred.
"Cute!" Don said indignantly. "I was just thinking the opposite."
"Don't you like those pretty little girls who sell flowers on the street?" Carolyn asked.
"Well, yes, but..."
"They're cute, aren't they?" Carolyn said.
"I suppose so," Don replied. There was no use arguing with Carolyn about the smallest point. She always likes to be right. Besides, his lovely young bride was in no more danger from those "cute" Mexicans now that they were on their way home from that place.
Don headed back toward El Molino, and as the car began the mounting climb up the steep grade he knew that he would be glad to get to bed. He'd had far too much to drink and the outing had exhausted him. Carolyn had turned on the car radio and the mellifluous tones of Mexican guitars filled the night air. That was more like his kind of music, Don thought, wishing that they could have spent the evening at the resort club where a more sedate group was playing. But after one drink there, Carolyn had asked him to take her into town. And how could he refuse, after all? It wasn't really that much, as long as Carolyn was happy.
They pulled up beside the cabana, the tires crunching in the gravel as their car came to a halt. Carolyn waited until Don came around and opened the door for her, then she danced and swayed all the way up the steps to the little house that was theirs for the duration of their stay at the resort. Next door Carolyn could see that the lights were on. The adjoining house was identical to Carolyn's and Don's down to the last detail. Carolyn looked curiously at the bedroom window, and noticed that she could see shadows moving behind the window shade.
Then Don guided her up the short flight of steps and into their cabana. She turned on the lights and went toward the small refrigerator that was furnished by the hotel. Turning back toward Don, she said, "Let's have a drink. There's rum in the 'frig!" The hotel had supplied several bottles and mixers as well as fresh fruit.
To her surprise, Carolyn saw that her husband was already in bed. He'd undressed in a flash, was wearing his pajamas and had slipped under the covers of the bed. She'd never seen anyone move so quickly!
"Are you going to sleep?" she asked accusingly.
"Well, I... uh..."
"The evening's just beginning!" Carolyn's voice reflected her incredulity at the fact that Don was passing out on her.
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, darling," Don said. "Just forgive me this once. I'm absolutely exhausted!"
"Oh Christ, what a bore," Carolyn said under her breath, as she turned back to the small refrigerator. Well, she'd just make herself a drink first, and then go to bed. But she was in no mood for sleep. The drinks she'd already had had stimulated her to a point where she felt like either talking or dancing, or at least making love! It looked as if she was going to get none of these things, not tonight, anyway! The disappointed blonde carefully prepared an elaborate drink for herself, complete with slices of fresh orange and pineapple, and then sipped it.
"Mmm... perfect!" she declared.
She looked toward the bed where her new husband was lying dead to the world, and sucked her teeth in annoyance. Carrying her drink, she moved toward the front door, opened the screen and went out. She wandered down toward the swimming pool and thought of going for a swim. It seemed a wonderful idea. All she had to do was put on her bathing suit and then she could enjoy the smooth warm water. But it seemed too much effort to go inside again, so Carolyn decided to swim in her panties and brassiere. They were just like a bathing suit anyway, she reasoned, except that they were pretty transparent. Besides no one would see her anyway, she decided. She looked up toward the other cabana as she slipped off her brief dress. They were obviously busy in the bedroom up there. They wouldn't be coming out for a swim. Anyway, she wouldn't stay long. Just a short dip to refresh herself.
The new bride put her drink down on the side of the pool and dove in. Down beneath the water, she turned and twisted with delight at her own idea. If anyone could have seen her, they would have noted the gently rounded shape of her pubic mound, clearly delineated by the taut silken fabric of her panties, and behind, the smoothly shaped round buttocks that were cupped tightly by the same transparent fabric. Her brassiere fit over her full breasts, allowing their expansive shapes to explode over the top of the narrow band of cloth that supported them underneath. She splashed and dove, feeling like a dolphin, or perhaps a mermaid in the clear aquamarine water. Around her the night was black as pitch and the pool shone like a gem in the center of the thick foliage that surrounded all of the cabanas.
She felt very special, swimming all alone like that, knowing that her husband was asleep up there, and that Jack and his new wife Peggy were probably having sex in their room. She was beginning to imagine what they would look like together, the things they would do. It was fun to visualize their coupling naked bodies. To imagine the sounds they would make! She giggled and sank down, down into the clear warmth of the pool, and when she was all the way down, she opened her eyes... just in time to see Jack swimming toward her!
For some reason she wasn't surprised at all, and she felt extremely pleased. She pushed with her toes against the hard concrete bottom of the pool and, holding her breath all the way, went soaring up to the surface. Bursting through to the air, she gulped the delicious oxygen, and looked around for Jack. He came up beneath her and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her down again. Over and over they tumbled in the shining water, rising again and again to the surface, only to plunge once more to the liquid depths.
It was innocent fun, Carolyn felt, and she was completely relaxed as they once more rose to the surface. She shook the water from her eyes, her wet blonde hair flying backward behind her.
"Where's Peggy?" she asked. "Is she coming out?" Her fingers tried to pull up on the brassiere which kept slipping down to expose her nipples completely. But she figured Jack couldn't see that much of her in the dark anyway.
"Not just yet," Jack replied. "She's busy right now. What about your spouse?"
"Oh, he's sound asleep. There won't be a peep from him until morning!" Carolyn swam to the edge where her drink was waiting. She decided she'd better not get out of the water just yet with her soaked underwear, so she trod water as she took some more of the potent liquid.
"Funny meeting you like this," Jack said. He was directly behind her, and Carolyn turned, but not quickly enough, to see just how close he was getting. His strong hard body was pressing against hers, and there was nothing else to do but accept the forbidden kiss that he offered her. All thoughts of twisting away from the handsome stranger were lost in the violent thrill that Carolyn felt racing through her entire body, and she thought that she would melt from the heat of the excitement that rose inside her. The contact of Jack's long lean body against hers in the water caused something like an electrical current to race through her from the tips of her toes to her newly painted finger tips.
Jack could feel that there would be little resistance in the little blonde bitch as he started to explore her wet mouth with his tongue, and he took them both down beneath the surface of the water again. Halfway down, he undid the top of the new bride's brassiere so that her highly toned breasts swelled free in the water. Gently he massaged the pointed little tips, stiff and erect from the water and the excitement of his touch.
His large hands kneaded and molded at the twenty-one year old's naked flesh, feeling it slide beneath his fingers, as the two newlyweds performed a dream-like underwater ballet, illicitly locked together in each other's arms in the solitude of the blue water.
Despite the fact that her husband was sleeping not more than fifty feet away, Carolyn felt an almost irresistible longing rising within her liquor-sensitized loins. This was the kind of excitement she craved. This was the unexpected happening she'd been yearning for. But what about Don? Well, wasn't it his fault for falling asleep on her? What husband would fall asleep on his bride of a few days, no matter how tired he was? It was easy to work up a degree of anger against her sleeping spouse, and to explain away the desire that she could not resist. She could feel the hard ridge of Jack's cock pressing against her bare stomach, creating a tingling sensation that flowed along the length of her spine.
After a moment's hesitation, her tongue began to eagerly explore the inside of her neighbor's mouth, rubbing and pressing as he sucked gently on it. It felt unreal to her... she began to pretend she was another person... she was no longer a wife with a sleeping husband; she was in a living dream and there would be no consequences to her actions whatever they were.
And when Jack floated them both over to the edge of the pool, the blonde bride felt as limp as a rag doll, overcome by an overwhelming desire for the stranger.
By the side of the pool, rolling on the soft green grass, she lay her head back against Jack's shoulder. They were sheltered by the thick undergrowth, and could not be seen from the cabanas. Carolyn felt relaxed and contented. Any feelings of guilt that she had fleetingly harbored magically submerged as Jack's hands began a gentle stroking motion along the surface of her wetly glistening belly. He brushed his fingers lightly over her midriff, creating imaginary lines upon the softness of her flesh.
Carolyn moaned softly as she felt his hands pulling at the thin elastic waistband of her panties. Her breasts trembled ever so slightly as she took a deep breath, and making a decision, she lifted her buttocks up from the ground so that the soaking material could be more easily removed. Jack pulled slowly, and the blonde bride could feel her flimsy bikini panties being peeled off bit by bit, first rolling down her shapely thighs over her calves and then off her feet. Freedom. She lay completely naked, fully exposed to her neighbor's adulterous gaze.
"Oh baby, you do look nice!" he said, speaking for the first time since he had begun to make love to her. Carolyn, opening her eyes wide, saw the steely glint of passion in his gray-green eyes, his wet hair curled in sandy ringlets on his head. There was no turning back now. Besides, no one would ever know. She knew she was going to go through with it. The whole thing! Her sensuous body seemed to be demanding that she indulge in it, as a shudder of desire passed through her. Jack was removing his swimming trunks. He lay beside her without ever removing his eyes from the sight of her cock-stirring nakedness. They lay there side by side scarcely moving for a long moment, anticipation rising between them, creating a heaviness, a weight between them as though they were somehow attached to each other. Then Jack reached out and gently turned the twenty-one year old blonde girl over on her side away from him. He assuaged her questioning gesture with a kiss, leaning way over her so that his virile nakedness pressed warmly against her from the back. She could feel the lust-swollen breadth of his penis pulsing against her cool buttocks while he kissed her, his mouth seemingly glued to her lips. And then the hardness of his penis was sliding downward, parting the natural slit between her soft buttocks until it finally arrived at the pulsating spot between her curvaceous thighs. The tip of his thick shaft throbbed heatedly against the hair-rimmed entrance of her moist warm pussy.
Jack's tongue began an in-and-out motion between her parted lips as he started an almost imperceptible thrusting of his hips, letting the full length of his torso press against her back. Instinctively, Carolyn parted her legs slightly and began an answering motion, making small but insistent jerking movements while she began to suck furiously on Jack's tongue, pulling it still deeper into her throat as she strained her head back to meet him.
Jack's rock-hard penis strained at the entrance to her tight cuntal passage, the sensitive opening giving a little more with each movement the illicit lovers made.
Then Jack pushed against her and, holding onto Carolyn's waist, he pulled himself up while pulling her beneath him. The upraised cheeks of her buttocks trembled above his cock as Carolyn was forced to assume a kneeling position in front of him.
"Oh!" she cried out softly, startled by this odd position. Then Jack gave a grunt behind her and she could no longer think about that, because the tip of his lust-driven cock forced the pliant circle of her pussy wide open, and his long thick shaft entered her, pushing back the soft moist flesh in its forceful wake. Slowly he sunk the long rigid shaft into her high-held cunt, until it was in to the hilt.
"Yeahhhh!" he whispered to her ear, shuffling lewdly forward while he pulled back on her hips, so that his pulsing cock was imbedded all the more deeply within the hot slippery tightness of the young wife's yearning cunt. She felt even better than he'd imagined. Nice and tight and wet and warm. His excited penis jerked inside of her, wanting to release a flood of semen into her quivering depths at that very second. But he would wait a while before that happened, he thought.
Beneath him Carolyn let out a soft gasp of ecstasy as her neighbor's cock filled her with its thick bulk. She felt wild and began to wriggle her hips, screwing herself back toward him so that he would enter her still further. The young girl acted as though she wanted to devour him, as though she had not been made love to in weeks. Indeed, she felt as though she had not been touched in a long, long while, certainly not like this!
Jack's hard-driving cock sped ever upward into the young wife's straining wet pussy, pushing back the trembling folds of her vaginal walls, massaging them internally with each steady thrust. He brought the glistening hardness of his penis all the way out of her clenching pussy, leaving just the tip of it within the elastic entrance of her nakedly quivering softness. And then with all his might he rammed back into her streaming passage, his naked loins grinding harshly against her upturned buttocks.
On her hands and knees in front of the neighboring honeymooner, Carolyn crooned with delight, unabashedly enjoying the thorough fucking she was getting from behind. Soft wet noises emanated from the young bride's drenched pussy each time Jack fucked into her. They began to move in perfect time together, both gasping for breath as Jack thrust his throbbing hardness deep into the soft confines of her willingly widespread cunt, his nakedly dangling testicles slapping up against the undersides of her thighs.
Jack began to grunt steady words of encouragement to her now, sensing that the excited wife was nearing orgasm. Beneath him he felt her moaning submissively, and reveled in the fact that he could make a perfect stranger give in to him. But he knew her type. He'd known girls like Carolyn before, and now he prided himself on his knowledge of women. She was the type who would frantically deny any thought of wrongdoing, but when it got down to the nitty gritty, she would be unable to resist the sensual delights of forbidden sex.
While Peggy was busy inside, he'd stepped out on the terrace of the cabana for a smoke, and it was then that he'd seen Carolyn swimming in the pool. Somehow he knew that her late night swim was something of an open invitation for sex. She was ready for something, he figured, and it might as well be him! Hot little number, this one! he thought as he felt his sperm begging for release into the steaming pit of Carolyn's smoldering pussy. Every sinew of his muscular body tensed as he felt something snap inside him.
"This is it, baby!" he called urgently, his voice soft and gravelly with lust. He could not hold it back another second. His sperm exploded from his wildly tingling cock as a jolt of pleasure pierced through him, knife-like in its intensity. He could feel Carolyn's hotly raging pussy walls clinging desperately to his spewing penis as she arched backwards into his thrusting loins. As she tried to support herself with her hands and arms, the young wife did an odd jiggling motion against the forward thrust of her neighbor's pistoning penis. The wet waves of white semen that spurted fiercely against the tip of her womb filled the narrow chasm of her clasping pussy with steaming liquid as the twenty-one year old felt her own climax starting. The mounting excitement drove all thoughts from Carolyn's mind as a low-toned hum came from between her tightly clenched teeth. The desire-moistened folds of her sensitive pussy sent messages of extreme pleasure throughout her nakedly gyrating body. She was being shattered, torn apart by this man who had known just how to conquer her body in such a short time.
"OH... Oooooo, God!" she moaned, her quivering cunt hungrily engulfing Jack's spending cock as he continued to make deep in-thrusts into the wetness of her hair-surrounded vagina. Beneath him Carolyn's face was twisted into a lewd expression of joy as she let herself fall to the ground, letting Jack's strong fingers spread her naked ass-cheeks as he continued to draw her back to him. The cool of the grass caressed the young woman's tingling breasts as they were mashed downward by her weight.
"Ohhhhh! Don't stop... don't stop!" she called. It was so good that she could hardly stand it, his blunt-ended cock embedded high up within her climaxing cunt walls.
"Hot bitch! Hot pussy! Give it to me... give it to meeee!" Jack crooned behind her, fucking into her climax as his own rose to its highest peak of delirium and then abruptly fell. He collapsed heavily upon the young blonde wife, hearing her cry out beneath him as his full weight pressed down on her delicately built body. His deflating penis slid uncomfortably out of the compact tightness of her pliant cunt, and he groaned and rolled over on the grass.
Long moments later, Carolyn stirred. She felt less inebriated than before, and she felt regret now for what she had done. What had made her give in to him like that? She'd only been married a few days and yet she had not been able to resist the good-looking neighbor. It didn't seem right. But of course there was nothing she could do to undo what she'd done. She couldn't change the fact that she'd known such mindless delights with the sandy-haired man while her husband was nearby sleeping!
"I... I'd better be going now," she said sheepishly.
"So soon?" Jack lay quietly on his back, staring up at the stars. "The night is still young. Tell you what... I left my cigarettes up there on the terrace. Want to come up for a minute?"
"But... but your wife!" Carolyn replied.
"It's all right. Besides, I want to show you something interesting."
He took Carolyn by the hand and pulled her up. As if to persuade the young woman further he kissed her softly on the lips, creating a new arousal within her that sent shudders down her back.
"Come on," he urged.
Carolyn followed, glancing guiltily up at her cabana where her new husband was sleeping. Well, she'd just go and have a cigarette with Jack and then she'd go home to bed, she thought.
She'd picked up her panties and now she had Jack wait as she saw her brassiere floating at the side of the pool.
Chuckling softly, Jack reached in and retrieved the sheer garment. "You're not going to put it back on?" he asked.
"No... I'll just put my dress on, though," Carolyn said, feeling relieved that she'd remembered her brassiere and panties and that they would not be found respectively floating in the pool and crumpled by the bushes. She slipped on the short revealing dress and pulled the straps over her shoulders. Beneath, her nakedness made her feel all the more daring as she walked up to Jack's terrace with him.
Her head still swam a little from the rum as well as from the ardent lovemaking, and Carolyn walked quietly, breathing in the clean night air and trying to clear her muddled head.
The terrace contained the same furniture as her cabana next door, and Carolyn started to sit in one of the plastic lounge chairs when she paused. Jack was not looking for his cigarettes, but was going toward the window in which Carolyn had earlier seen a light. There was still a light inside and the shade was halfway up now as though someone had gone to bed and lifted it for nighttime ventilation. But Carolyn could see Jack's whole body alert and tensed. He was listening.
Carolyn listened too. She could hear voices. Jack turned toward her and motioned for her to come closer. Confused and concerned, the new bride approached the window. There was a nylon screen on it and the light inside was quite dim. She looked up at Jack as if for some explanation of what was going on, but Jack was peering intently inside, a fixed expression that she could not fathom on his handsome features.
Carolyn moved still closer and looked in too. Before she really saw anything she heard a man's voice say, "Madre de dios que cono!"
The answer was a feminine gasp and an exclamation. "Yes, Carlos, like that. Oh, do me like that some more!"
Carolyn's eyes adjusted to the dim light inside the room and the distortion of the screen at the window and she felt her breath catch in her throat. There inside the room on the bed she could distinguish two naked embracing bodies, locked in the act of lovemaking. She blinked her eyes and opened them once more in disbelief. The woman was Peggy, Jack's wife, and she was in there with a Mexican! Carolyn recognized the man as one of the waiters at the resort. The new bride couldn't have been more shocked if she had seen a wild man-eating animal in there! As it was, she had to be supported by Jack's strong arm as she felt her knees weaken. She looked up at him, wide-eyed with incomprehension and a vague fear of something she didn't understand. Jack smiled at her and placed his finger to his lips.
"Shhh," he cautioned, his eyes twinkling with mirth. Then he silently pointed back inside the room, and Carolyn found herself turning back to the incredible scene.
Peggy was lying on her back on the bed with her long legs raised high in the air and the dark-haired man had begun to slide down along her body until his head was between her open thighs.
Then she heard Jack's wife begin to murmur words of garbled passion, words that Carolyn found herself listening to as though they were somehow important to her understanding of the situation.
"Eat me out, lover. Yes, lick my clit! Oooooh, niceee!"
Carolyn couldn't believe it. Here she was standing with Peggy's husband, and he didn't even seem to care that his wife was in there making obscene love with one of the waiters at the hotel! A tightening sensation caught at the pit of her belly as Carolyn looked again to make sure she was seeing correctly. Perhaps her eyes weren't focusing. Perhaps she'd definitely had too much to drink. Her mind was playing tricks on her. But it was still the redheaded woman whom she knew to be Jack's new bride. Loud sucking noises began to come from the bed as Carolyn saw the Mexican's dark head begin a lewd wagging motion between Peggy's widespread thighs. It sounded just awful to Carolyn and she made a motion to step back from the window. There was something terribly... she searched for the word... immoral about the entire thing. She couldn't take any more of it. But Jack's arm around her waist was firm, and it held her back, even pulling her in toward him a bit.
"Softer, love. Suck a little softer!" Carolyn heard Peggy exclaim. The redheaded woman sounded as though she were out of her mind with pure unadulterated lust, and Carolyn felt a violent urge to run in there and stop them. But she tried to calm herself, to think clearly, if that was possible at a moment like this. After all, it wasn't her business. It was Jack's wife, and he didn't seem to mind a bit that his wife was indulging in the salacious activities with the waiter. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it!
The young wife had never seen two people making love before, and even though she had often imagined such things, there was a big difference between imagining and actually seeing with her own eyes!
But her mind was slowly adjusting to the idea of it, and replacing the disquieting sensations she'd felt earlier, she now sensed an odd flickering quivering deep down between her legs.
Inside, the Mexican's head was moving fervently between Peggy's writhing legs and the wet sucking noises increased and seemed to reverberate inside her head. Perhaps one day someone would do that to her and she too would enjoy the bliss that Jack's wife was experiencing! The secret forbidden thought flitted through Carolyn's mind, and then she immediately submerged it.
"Mmmmmmmm!" the aroused redhead moaned, and at the sound Carolyn felt her nipples hardening against the soft material of her dress. She was very conscious now of her nakedness underneath the dress, and of the loving she had just received from Peggy's husband. Inside, the Mexican was working like an animal, slobbering over the widespread willingness of Peggy's cunt, and Carolyn stared, hypnotized by the lewd sight. The hard feel of Jack's hand at her waist and the touch of the small window pane beneath her fingers were the only things that kept her in contact with some kind of reality.
"Stick you finger in my ass, Carlos. I like that. Make it hurt. Yes, like that. Hard...! Oh yes, honey, nnnnnnnnngh!"
The very idea was distasteful and disturbing to Carolyn, and she felt her mouth hot and dry as though she had no more saliva. Never before in her existence had she experienced such a repulsive scene, and yet there was something fascinating and exciting about it, too. Something that made her want to touch herself down there between her legs. Her breasts had begun to tingle with desire, too, as inside the room Peggy began to croon.
"Shit... I'm cuuuuuuuummmmminggg! Cuummmmingg!"
Carolyn squirmed a little, and felt Jack's hand drop down to her buttocks. He began to knead and pinch at the soft flesh there, bunching up her dress with his fingers as he did so. Suddenly an electricity-like jolt coursed through Carolyn as she felt Jack moving around behind her, his arms circling her waist now as he pressed his hard body against her. Even though she knew he had put his bathing trunks back on earlier, the hard outline of his penis was so defined against her ass-cheeks that she thought for a moment he was naked again.
She was momentarily distracted from her vigil at the window, and she started to speak, but Jack's voice began to whisper in her ear.
"There, there," he cried softly, and the wetness of his tongue swirled within the confines of her ear, creating a blinding flash of desire behind her tightly pressed eyelids. "My wife's got an insatiable little pussy," he explained. "I'll bet yours is too. Bet you can't get enough from your old man to make it through the week!"
The strange, insulting words made Carolyn bristle with anger and resentment. How dare he talk to her like that! He thought he could say anything just because she had given in to him like that. Why had she allowed herself to do such a thing?
"Don't get all huffy now," he whispered again. "We all know that fucking is fun, now don't we? You liked it enough a few minutes ago."
Carolyn could feel the hard knob of the tip of Jack's penis throb heatedly against the crevice of her buttocks.
"Look," Jack said, "They're really getting down to it now!"
Carolyn looked inside again. Wild thoughts were running through her mind. She wanted to get away from him, from the whole dirty scene, but something was holding her frozen there.
Inside the room, she could see in the dim light that the Mexican waiter was raised up and kneeling in front of Peggy's smoldering nakedness. Everything about the man was a picture of anticipation of what was to come as he gazed down at the beautiful naked woman's body.
"Peggy's about to get a good fuck! Almost as good as the one you just got!" Jack muttered into Carolyn's ear.
Tears came to the young wife's eyes as she realized that she had no one but herself to blame for being in this lewd position. But Jack's hand
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