Ethan & Carrie
by Jack Allen
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2010 Jack Allen
Published by Burping Frog Publishing, Inc.
Detroit, Michigan
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Ethan & Carrie
Pam went up the stairs to Ethan’s room. She had a cunning plan for him, and just thinking about it made her grin. She knocked on his door and went in.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” Ethan said. He was just putting on a t-shirt. The front of his jeans were open. Pam stared at his hard, muscular body, and she had to lick her lips.
“Can I ask you a favor?” she said as she walked toward him.
He pulled the t-shirt on and brushed his hand through his hair.
“Sure,” he said.
Pam stood right in front of him.
“Would give my friend a ride home?”
“Aw, Jesus, Pam. Why do you always come to me with these stupid things? Why do I always have to drive your friends home?”
Pam lifted his t-shirt and stuck her hand down into the front of his jeans, feeling around for his penis. When she found it, it was growing hard.
“Please,” she said. “If you do, I’ll give you a blowjob.”
Ethan chuckled. “You’d blow me even if I didn’t drive her home.”
“That’s probably true, but will you do it anyway?”
“Ok,” he said finally, letting her stroke his erection. “What’s her name?”
“Carrie.”
Ethan went down the stairs with Pam and she introduced him to Carrie. Carrie smiled.
“Hi,” she said, holding out her hand.
Ethan was dumfounded. He held out his hand and shook her’s weakly. Carrie was flawless. She stood just inside the doorway, practically oozing sex and confidence. The dim light of dusk from outside softly illuminated her face. Her large, blue eyes shined at him with a lyrical beauty when she spoke. Her full lips were moist and sensuously reflective, and when she smiled, she revealed perfect teeth.
“Hi,” Ethan finally managed to mutter.
Pam, standing behind Ethan, almost broke into laughter.
The glow of the setting sun radiated through her cotton dress and hinted at her slender, warm thighs, which tapered up to her hips. Her light, summery dress caressed her delicate waist. Her breasts seemed to be molded by her bra, the top of which was barely visible beneath the low neckline. Ethan discreetly fantasized about how erect and sensitive her nipples might became if he aroused them, and how they would taste faintly of perfume and sexual sweat.
“Goodbye, Pam,” Carrie said, as she turned and started out the door. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
Her voice had an unmistakable musical quality, a breathy, woodwind type of sound, that made her intonation warm and erotic. When she laughed, her breasts moved rhythmically and lovingly in a natural, swaying motion that excited him deeply, in an animalistic way. Pam was very aware of the tremendously stimulating effect she had a on him, and when he vainly tried to ignore it, she laughed at his discomfort.
“Go on,” Pam said, and practically pushed Ethan out the door to follow her.
He opened the passenger’s door of his car for her and ran around to jump in on the driver’s side. He put the key in the ignition and turned to look at her. She smiled at him again and he smiled back.
She moved her magnificent buttocks ever so slightly from side to side to make herself comfortable in the snug, low seats in his GTO. The effort made her dress creep up almost to the top of her thighs, but she made no attempt to cover her beautiful legs. Without appearing to be deliberate, Ethan quickly glanced at her thighs as she parted her momentarily, letting him see all the way up to her panties and the cleft of her pussy.
“Thanks for giving me a ride home,” she said in her incredibly sexy voice.
She smiled knowingly with half-closed eyes that flashed and sparkled in the dim light of the summer night.
“No problem,” Ethan said, and started the car.
The engine kicked over on the first turn and roared like a wild beast. Carrie jumped. She seemed to be excited by the power of the car, imperceptibly moving closer and turning her face to him so he would have no trouble understanding her tacit desires. The faint smell of her arousal reached his nose. The aroma was catalytic. His penis rapidly stiffening to an erection and struggled in his pants for some comfort.
“Where do you live?” Ethan choked, trying to contain his passion.
“On Marietta, just off Hampton,” Carrie said.
Ethan thought about it for a moment, recovering somewhat from his discomfort.
“Ok. I think I know where that is.”
He put the shifter in first gear and the car lurched forward with a squeal from the rear tires.
Carrie laid her hand on his thigh and he stiffened. She was squeezing his leg and she seemed to be in fear of the car, but at the same time, he was aware that it turned her on. Her fingers were just grazing the ridge of his erection in his pants, but he was afraid to look down. He knew she couldn’t miss the sight of his cock.
Ethan was driving cautiously through traffic, barely able to contain the runaway power of the car and his own lust. Her hand gradually moved over his thigh and found his cock. Her fingers lightly danced over the hard, thick ridge, inspecting its size and shape. She began to lovingly massaged his penis through the jeans to the point where he thought he was going to blow up in them, but, just short of a climax, she pulled her hand away and cut off his orgasm.
“That’s the house,” she said, pointing to the blue, ranch style house between two other houses, surrounded by old trees. “Pull all the way up into the driveway.”
Ethan slowly drove the car up the driveway beside the house and they were covered by the long, leafy branches of an ancient elm tree. Carrie reached over and shut the car off.
“My mom’s home,” she said, as she undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. “But she won’t be able to see us here.”
She liberated his huge erection from his jeans and placed it across her cheek in a gesture of adoration, never looking away from his face. Ethan could only stare down at her, entranced by her beauty.
“Pam told me your penis was large,” she whispered, her warm breath caressing the shaft of his cock. “But I never would have guessed.”
She opened her lips just wide enough to let the round head of his penis in, and in one fluid motion, guided it into her warm, moist mouth and held it there, licking the head, allowing him to feel her heat. Slowly, she withdrew the cock until she only held the tip between her lips, and allowed the cool air to touch the wet shaft. Ethan gently brushed her beautiful, long, golden hair.
“You’re incredibly beautiful,” Ethan whispered.
Carrie sat up. “And you are a wonderful man.”
She opened the front of her dress and slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders. Her nipples were exquisitely erect and smelled of a sweet, exotic lotion. Ethan’s reached up to touch them and his fingers glided over them, increasing her excitement and making her back arch. She moaned quietly with her eyes closed and leaned over and swallowed his cock again. The entire length of his cock filled her mouth and throat. For her, this was an act of love.
“Oh my God,” Ethan groaned.
At last, he erupted in her mouth, astonished at the velocity and the quantity he spewed forth. He was concerned that it would overwhelm her, but, with each spasm, she swallowed and filled her belly with all the cum she could get without spilling a drop. Finally, she pulled it out and, with the back of her hand, she wiped up the small amount of semen on the corner of her mouth.
Ethan leaned forward and kissed her deeply, sharing the taste of his cum on her tongue. She took his hand and slipped it up under her dress and into her panties. He could feel the beads of her juices on her pubic hairs.
“Press in slowly, but not too deep,” she whispered.
His fingers gently parted the slick lips of her labia and cautiously entered her channel. She was unusually tight, he thought. He pushed his finger further until he encountered something unfamiliar, and realized with pleasant surprise that it was her hymen.
“I’ve given you the virginity of my mouth,” she whispered breathily in his ear, licking his lobe. “This will be your next gift.”
He tilted her head and kissed her deeply.
“Goodbye,” she said.
She opened the car and jumped out. She waved to him with a smile, and Ethan watched her hair bounce and the cheeks of her ass shake under her dress. He fired up the car and drove back home.
When he returned home, Pam found him in his room again and came in to sit beside him on his bed.
“Well?” Pam said, squirming anxiously.
“Well what?” Ethan said, and put down his magazine.
“Did you fuck her?” Pam asked.
“You set me up, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I did, and you should be thanking me.”
Pam put her hand on his chest.
“Thank you,” Ethan said, and picked up his magazine.
“So? Did you fuck her?” Pam asked again.
“She’s a virgin,” Ethan said.
“No way,” Pam said, looking at him with disbelief. Ethan just nodded. “I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it.”
“And she’s saving it for the day she gets married, right?” Pam let her hand travel down over his chest and belly and slip under the belt of his jeans.
“No. She wants to give it to me.”
“When?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, thanks for taking her home,” Pam said. Her fingers touched his penis. “Do you want me to give you head now?”
“If you want to, but Carrie already gave me one.”
“She’s a virgin, but she sucked you off?” Ethan nodded. “Did she swallow it or did you cum on her face?”
“She swallowed it. She told me it was her first blowjob, too.”
Pam opened his jeans and pulled out his penis, which was quickly growing hard and straight.
“That’s nuts,” Pam said. She kicked off her tight jeans and her panties. “I thought she lost her virginity back in eighth grade.”
She kneeled across Ethan’s body, put his cock between the lips of her cunt, and slid down on him.
“I’m glad she didn’t,” Ethan said, and slid his hands up under her sweater.
He touched her bare breasts and fondled them gently. He was glad she occasionally didn’t wear a bra. His big cock was slipping in and out of her slick hole.
“Why did you tell her about my dick?”
“She asked,” Pam said, pulling her sweater off over her head. “I told her I didn’t know, but she insisted, so I told her.”
“Do you think she knows we fucking each other?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think she’d care if she did.”
Pam was just about to cum. His cock felt so good inside her. Ethan’s fingers made her nipples tingle when he squeezed her tits. She lazily opened her eyes and looked out the window. In the bedroom window of the house right across from them she saw Mrs. Philips, their neighbor, watching them, peeking around the edge of her window.
“We have company,” Pam panted, nodding toward the window.
“What?” Ethan said, looking up at her.
“Mrs. Philips seems to like what we’re doing.”
Pam looked right across the short distance at her and Mrs. Philips looked right back.
Without letting up, Ethan glanced out the window and saw the older woman. Her eyes were riveted on them.
“Maybe we should close the curtains,” Ethan grunted, shoving his cock deep in her pussy again.
“Uhn,” Pam moaned. “Fuck the curtains.”
All she cared about was Ethan’s dick. Knowing that she was being watched while she fucked her brother sent a chill of excitement and danger up her spine. She liked the idea that someone knew they were fucking each other.
“I bet she’s playing with her pussy,” Pam whispered, wiping the sweat from his cheeks.
“Is she gonna cum?” Ethan said. His cock twitched, stretching her tight cunt. “Let her see my dick in her cunt.”
“Ok,” Pam said, and closed her eyes.
His hands circled her waist and raised her halfway off his cock. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming when Ethan released her and her own weight drove his cock all the way up into her pussy. She fell forward over him, whimpering and shivering as she orgasmed. His cock suddenly throbbed and spit a gob of seed against her cunt walls, and the intensity of her orgasm increased. Just when she thought it couldn’t possibly get any better, he squirted more cum into her and it did, until she finally couldn’t cum any more.
“Oh yeah ... oh yeah,” Pam moaned, writhing on Ethan’s cock.
The last waves of her orgasm washed through her body. She rolled off and lay on her back beside him.
Ethan got up and stepped over to the window. Mrs. Philips eyes bugged out and her mouth fell open when she saw his huge, shiny, wet cock hanging in front of him, looking like it belonged to a monster, not a man. She did not look away, but stared directly at it, then smiled at him. Ethan smiled back at her. She didn’t look as old as he thought she was. In fact, she was quite attractive. He pulled down the blinds and went back to the bed with a smirk on his face. Pam, on her back, watched him. Her legs were spread and his cum dribbled from her pussy.
“You should have seen her face when she saw this,” Ethan said, holding his penis.
“You probably shocked that poor woman.”
“The way she was smiling, I think she liked it.”
Pam smiled sleepily and raised her head so he could put his cock in her mouth. She began to suck it like a dozing infant sucks a pacifier.
* * * *
The idea of spending an entire three day weekend with Carrie and her parents at their cabin in the middle of nowhere was a daunting prospect at best. Ethan agreed to go when Carrie asked him but was uncomfortable with the idea from the very start. He didn’t even put up much resistance when she tried to talk him into it. He knew it meant a lot to her to spend time with her family at the cabin this weekend and that was why he agreed to go with them.
Ethan and Carrie rode up with her mother. Her father was planning to meet them there early on Saturday. The drive was not as long as he had expected, but it was long nevertheless.
Carrie’s mother was very nice. She had a wonderful sense of humor and was very friendly. She was also quite attractive, Ethan thought. She and Carrie both shared the same blonde hair and features, such as nose and eyes and even figures, although Carrie was taller than her mom. He figured she must have got that from her father.
Ethan sat in the back of the Explorer and dozed for most of the trip while Carrie and her mother talked the whole way up, occasionally waking Ethan to ask him a question or two. They eventually gave up trying to keep him involved in the conversation and let him sleep.
By the time they arrived and had everything unpacked, Carrie and her mother were exhausted and Ethan was wide awake. Although Ethan and Carrie both wanted to sleep together, they knew her mother would insist that they sleep apart. Judging from the layout of the cabin, Ethan knew it would have been impossible anyway. Carrie’s bed was in the loft over her parent’s room. If they found themselves in the mood to make love, which he had certainly felt during the entire trip, he was sure her parents would not find it amusing to listen to every detail of their own daughter being screwed by her boyfriend.
Instead, Ethan kissed Carrie good night and laid out on the couch under some heavy quilts for a very comfortable sleep, although he was not the least bit tired. Carrie was in her bed and her mom was in her bed and all Ethan could hear was the crickets outside. The only light in the room was the dim glow from the moon through the kitchen window. His eyes adjusted to the darkness very slowly, but even so, the only things he could make out in the room were dark shapes.
As the tension from the long trip in the confined space of the truck with Carrie’s mother eased from his body, Ethan began to grow an erection. In his mind was the image of Carrie’s supine form on the bed not far from where he lay. He could imagine her golden hair spread across the mattress and her bright blue eyes shining as he drew back the blankets and revealed her naked form. His hand slipped down under the quilts and he stroked his cock, smiling to himself as he thought about the joy of their bodies they had shared together and the greater joy it was possible for them to experience.
He heard a soft, muffled sound and tried to see who it was. He heard the soft pad of footsteps approaching the bed but he couldn’t see Carrie until she was right in front of him and then he could only make out the highlight of her blonde hair in the moonlight. She touched Ethan’s lips with her finger and whispered.
“Shh. She’ll hear us,” was all he heard.
“Let’s make love,” Ethan whispered, reaching for her, and Carrie giggled softly.
He pulled her head down and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She seemed hesitant at first, then returned the kiss fervently. His penis grew harder and ached.
She broke the kiss with a loud smack and he felt her drawing back the quilts. She was breathing as hard as he was. He knew that if they could see it, his long penis would be making his pajamas stand up like a tent big enough for two people. He felt her hands groping around his belly and groin for his penis and when she found it she gasped and rubbed it and stroked it like she had never felt anything like it before.
“Oh my,” she whispered, and Ethan thought he must have been harder than usual.
Maybe it was the dangerous element of having her mother so near when they were about to perform an act so intimate and lascivious. Whatever it was, his penis hurt and he was dying to feel it slip into Carrie’s tight pussy.
Ethan untied the bottoms and Carrie whisked them down to his knees. Then he lost her in the darkness for a moment. He wondered if she was removing her night gown. He hoped she hadn’t left him. His pants were down and his shirt was pulled up and his penis was sticking straight up. It was pitch black so no one could see him in that position, but if her mother wandered in and flicked on the light she would be terribly shocked and probably quite furious.
“Carrie?” Ethan whispered.
He was beginning to feel a little attack of anxiety.
“Shhh,” she whispered.
She was not as far from him as he had thought. He could hear the rustling of fabric and he knew for sure she was removing her night gown. She knelt on the other end of the sofa, settling herself between his legs, and he felt her hand close around his cock again. Her face was very close to the end of it because he could feel her warm, heavy breath on the head. Then he felt her hot, silky-soft lips wrap themselves around his cock and slide down the length of it.
“Oh God,” he moaned softly.
He was probably getting the best head of his life, but he wondered where the hell Carrie had picked up this new technique. She was sucking him deeper than she ever had before. Her mouth felt velvety-smooth around him and warm and wet, all at the same time. His hips rose off the couch as if she had pulled him off merely by sucking him up with her mouth, and he revelled in the joy of fucking her greedy mouth. He almost wished her mother would switch on the light and catch them like this. There was something about that sense of danger that turned him on like he had rarely felt in his life.
The head touched the back of her mouth once, then twice, and Ethan came almost instantly. He gasped. The tension had increased in his body until he shuddered as it released. His balls jerked convulsively in their sack and, without even noticing, he was pumping thick wads of cum harder than he could remember into her sweet, horny mouth. Carrie swallowed every drop she received, moaning with delight. When Ethan’s orgasm finished, she kept sucking, rolling the head around in her mouth with a load of cum on her tongue.
Ethan was panting and sweating and trying to be as quiet as he could. He luxuriated in the feel of Carrie’s warm, wet, inviting mouth around the end of his cock like it was a deep massage or a warm bath after a hard workout. His cock was not nearly as hard as it had been only moments before, but it had not begun to go soft. He still had other things on his mind before he let it go soft.
Carrie sucked her mouth off with another loud, lewd smack and crawled up on top of him. Ethan was disappointed to feel her night gown between their skin. Her thighs spread automatically over his waist. He reached up and squeezed her breasts.
“Sleep well,” she whispered and kissed him deeply.
For a moment he thought her voice sounded different, a little deeper maybe, but then he dismissed it as probably caused by the cum she had just swallowed. He could taste the remaining bits of his own sperm on her tongue. She ground her crotch on his hard belly, then started to get up.
“Don’t go,” he whispered fiercely. He held her arms and pulled her back down on top of him. “Let’s make love like the first time.”
“But ...” she tried to protest, but Ethan kissed her again.
He held her head locked down to his and worked the bottom of her night gown up over her ass. She was squirming on top of him like she was terribly afraid of something but he had no idea what it could be.
“Your Mom will never hear us,” Ethan whispered in her ear.
Her hands were on his chest like she was trying to push him away. Ethan noticed she was very tense. He had his hand between her legs and around his penis, trying to find the opening of her pussy in the dark. The head brushed across her clitoris and she flinched with a gasp he was sure her mother had heard. Finally, she reached down between her legs to help him guide the head to her opening, just as Ethan was hoping she would. He let go and put his hands on her hips and let her do the rest.
She seemed very adept with his penis in her hands for her short amount of experience with him, but then, she had given him the impression that she was naturally skilled at making love. He pushed his hands up her sides, under her night gown, and squeezed her soft tits. Her nipples were hard points under his thumbs. He pinched them lightly and rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. She was warm all over and breathing hard. Her body heat made Ethan feel cozy and comfortable.
She slipped the head of Ethan’s cock between the lips of her pussy and straightened her back to push herself down on it. Her cunt made a soft, wet, squishing sound as it slowly engulfed his entire shaft. He could hear a groan from Carrie, held back by her tightly closed mouth. She stopped when it was only halfway inside her. Ethan slid his hands back down to her hips and pulled her down the rest of the way.
She collapsed on top of him, gasping in his ear.
“Oh my God,” she whispered weakly.
Her voice did sound deeper and huskier, he remarked to himself. He ran his right hand along the back of her left thigh to the bend of her knee, which was squeezed in against his side. His hips rose and fell and hers rocked with them. Her heavy, warm breath was loud in his ear.
Every time he pushed his hips up he heard a quiet groan from her. Odd, he thought. Carrie had never done that the few times they had made love before. She was more talkative. He would have expected her to whisper things in his ear as she usually did, but he was not about to hold anything against her if this was what she felt.
He wrapped his arms around her and held her down tight to his chest. He turned his head to find her mouth and kissed her when he did. Her tongue was eager to find its way into his mouth. He opened wide to allow her to plunge it in without any obstacle.
Her lips danced on his with the tender, gentle touch of an experienced woman. The touch of her tongue was teasing, evasive, finding his tongue then withdrawing to tantalize him until he thought he might go crazy with desire. Her performance exceeded all his expectations of what she was capable with her body and her limited experience. His love for her was deeper at that moment than it ever had been in their brief relationship, just as his cum was spurting inside her womb.
Her back arched and she writhed uncontrollably. Her mouth was locked onto his but he could hear her screams deep in her throat. He hoped she was cumming as well. He stroked her back and smeared the light perspiration that coated her skin like a fresh morning dew. She pulled her mouth away from his and she was breathing hard.
“I’ve got to go,” she whispered and climbed off.
She kissed him once and then she was gone again. Ethan pulled up his pajamas and the last thing he remembered was hearing the crickets again before he fell asleep.
Ethan woke up when he heard the bathroom door close. For a moment he was disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. When he remembered where he was he relaxed and yawned. Then he remembered what had happened during the night and he grinned wickedly. His penis stirred in his pajamas again, ready for more action after a good rest.
He threw back the covers and got up to go to the bathroom, not even caring if his stiffening penis was visible in the front of his pajamas.
Carrie was just coming down from the loft, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked ravishing in her white flannel night gown with the tiny flower prints.
“Good morning,” she said with a yawn, and touched Ethan’s arm.
“Good morning,” Ethan said, grinning lewdly at her.
He bent forward and kissed her lightly on the cheek. Carrie just blushed, with a puzzled look on her face.
He went into the bathroom and swung the door shut, feeling so gleeful he began to whistle his favorite song. He untied his pajamas and dropped them to his ankles. His penis was thick and strong and hung almost to his knees. He picked up the shaft in his hand and examined it with admiration. He was proud to have a member this size. He figured he had been blessed, since he knew that most of his friends, indeed most men in the world, wished they could have and appendage as long and as thick as his.
He came out of the bathroom anxious for the first moment when he could be alone with Carrie again. He could smell the first hints of coffee and bacon from the kitchen. His mouth was curled up in a smile on its own. His mostly-erect penis swung back and forth in his pajamas. He felt as if he was radiating happiness.
Carrie’s mother opened the door to her bedroom and came out as Ethan was going by. She was practically glowing, he noticed absently. She looked so beautiful and fresh it was hard to tell she had even slept. He stopped to let her go by.
“Good morning,” Ethan said, grinning like a fool.
“Good morning yourself,” she said in a deep, husky voice.
Her hand came right up to his crotch and squeezed his hard cock before he had a chance to react. She quickly gave him a very deep and sensual kiss. Ethan’s eyes were wide open, almost in shock. She pressed herself against him while she stroked his penis. He could feel her hard nipples in his chest through the thin pieces of flannel fabric that separated their bodies. She broke apart the kiss with a soft smack and whispered again in her seductive, husky voice.
“I’ll see you for breakfast.”
She slipped quietly into the bathroom, smiling knowingly, and closed the door.
Ethan walked slowly to the kitchen to find Carrie, almost in a daze. His head was spinning. He’d just been given a very hot, very sensual kiss from his girlfriend’s mother, and her tongue tasted very distinctly of his own sperm. He had kissed his sister and other girls often enough after they had blown him to know the taste of his own sperm, and she had it.
The very idea that it was she and not Carrie who had sucked his cock last night gave him a tremendous hard on that astonished him. Even more startling than having found out that not only was Carrie’s mother a horny, expert cocksucker but that she liked her sex mixed with a little danger. The danger of being discovered having sex had excited him, too, but now it was a completely different sort of danger, one he had never even considered.
Ethan stumbled into the kitchen, still looking dazed and confused.
“What are you thinking about?” Carrie said.
She was standing at the counter, serving egg and bacon and toast on three individual plates. She went to the refrigerator and removed the jug of milk and the orange juice. She turned back to him. Her eyes drifted down to the very obvious tent in the front of Ethan’s pajamas.
“You’ve got a hard on,” she said quietly, with a grin.
He stepped toward her and she held out her arms, the milk in one hand and the orange juice in the other. The end of his cock brushed against her thigh. She puckered up to kiss him and Ethan pressed his lips against hers. Ethan pulled up her night gown, reached into her panties and gently slipped his finger into her slit.
“Oh my God, Ethan,” Carrie whispered, trying vainly to push away from him. “My Mom will hear us.”
“She’s in the shower,” Ethan growled.
He wouldn’t have cared if her mother and her father or her whole family walked in on them right then. He wanted to have her right there. She moved back to try to get away from him and me moved with her, his hand still in her panties. She bumped against the door of the refrigerator and stood there with her hips sagged and her knees spread, writhing and groaning. Ethan pushed his finger deeper and deeper. She gasped.
“Oh Ethan,” she moaned.
Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and she was squealing out loud. She was still holding the milk and the orange juice in each hand. Her knees began to give out and only Ethan’s hand between her legs held her up. Ethan grabbed the milk with his free hand before it slipped out of her hand, set it on the counter and did the same with the pitcher of orange juice without Carrie even noticing. She slumped further toward the floor. Her quick, wet orgasm left her as limp as a dishrag.
Ethan withdrew his hand from her panties and pulled Carrie back up to her feet, although she was still weak and leaned back against the refrigerator for support. With a swift tug, her panties came down her thighs. He lifted her left leg out of the panties, leaving them around her right ankle, and placed her left leg back down sufficiently far enough apart from the right leg so that he could move between them.
Carrie opened her eyes to look at him. By then he had his pajama top open and was busy untying the bottoms. The hem of her night gown had dropped to the floor, covering her again. She bunched it up in her hands and raised it over her breasts, waiting for Ethan to do what he would to her.
Ethan did not make her wait long. He dropped the pajamas to the floor around his ankles and moved between her spread legs, his huge, hard cock bobbing in front of him with each shuffled step. Carrie was panting hard. Ethan curled his right arm around Carrie’s left thigh to lift her up a little and held his cock in his left hand. Carrie held the refrigerator door tightly while Ethan inserted the swollen head of his cock between the moist, tender lips of her pussy.
“Oh yes, Ethan,” Carrie gasped.
The head penetrated her vagina and she sucked in her breath. He had inserted his penis inside her on several occasions but she was still not used to the feeling of the thick thing sliding into her. There was no one she would have been happier to give her virginity up to. Ethan put his hands around her hips and lifted her completely off the ground and used her own weight to slide her down on him. She pressed one of her hands against his chest to held steady herself and gritted her teeth together. She was rapidly going all the way down on his cock without any way of controlling herself.
“Ungh,” Carrie grunted when she hit bottom.
Ethan’s enormous organ was lodged way up inside her. She wished her mother could have a chance to experience this sort of sexual pleasure for herself. She knew that her parents did not get along too well anymore, which meant there was no way she was ever going to have a baby brother or sister. She could only imagine how frustrated her mother must be without anyone to make love with. She only wished she could propose the idea to either one of them without being afraid of offending both of them.
Completely off the ground with her back against the refrigerator for support, Carrie wrapped her legs tightly around Ethan’s hips, forcing herself further down on his erection. She groaned and he grunted. She was concerned that he might exert himself too much trying to hold her off the ground, but it was a distant thought in her mind when the tip of his penis jammed itself deeper into her womb than she ever thought it would go.
Ethan’s left hand came up and squeezed Carrie’s right breast. It looked so beautiful and sexy when it jiggled with every thrust of his hips. Her pale pink nipples stood perfectly off the tip of the round, fleshy, tanned globe. It was firm and resilient, yet soft and warm.
Carrie grunted more. Her teeth were gritted together. Her gaze was locked onto Ethan’s eyes like an attack radar. He could sense that she was close to an orgasm. Her channel was closing around his shaft tighter and tighter. He held off as long as he could but she was so tight, so warm and wet and so velvety smooth that it took everything he had not to shoot his cum inside her too early.
“I’m coming,” she moaned softly. “Do it. Cum inside me.”
Ethan finally relaxed his muscles and proceeded with long, deep, fast strokes. Carrie’s eyes were squeezed shut and she was biting her lower lip to hold back her squeals and moans. Her mother knew they were sexually active, but she didn’t want her to know they were doing it right there in the kitchen while she was in the shower.
Ethan’s orgasm built rapidly, reached a peak, seemed to hesitate for a moment, then exploded, and gobs of thick cum gushed into her.
“Oh yeah,” he sighed. His cock was throbbing violently and his whole body jerked as if it was a reflex action. Carrie writhed, without releasing her hold on him with her legs, her body undulating like a trapped snake. Ethan filled her with sperm like he had been saving it up for a week, despite having cum twice only hours before. He surprised himself with his own virility.
He moved forward, pressing Carrie’s body between his and the refrigerator, and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him while his thick penis continued to throb inside her. He nuzzled his face into the warm nape of her neck. The bare front of his body pressed against the bare front of her body. He could feel her warm breath on his shoulder. He could feel the liquids he had just pumped into her running back out and dripping over his balls and down his leg.
“I love you Ethan,” she was whispering.
Ethan pressed his groin harder against hers and he experienced spasms left over from his climax. Her skin felt so good touching his. Their perspiration made them slick to the touch.
In the absorption of their passion they had failed to notice that Carrie’s mother had finished her shower. They were startled like thieves caught red handed when the bathroom door opened. Carrie’s feet dropped to the floor from around Ethan’s ass. Ethan quickly stepped away from her in one swift movement, making his penis flop out of her. Carrie’s night gown instantly fell to cover her, but Ethan had to bend over to yank his pajama bottoms up. He just straightened up in time with his pajamas in his hands, as Carrie’s mother appeared in the kitchen doorway in her robe, with a towel around her wet hair.
“What are you two up to?” Carrie’s mother said accusingly.
“Nothing, Mom,” Carrie insisted. She was blushing furiously. Ethan had his back to the doorway, which was fortunate, because he hadn’t been able to get his pajamas all the way up and his penis, which was more erect at that moment than it had been only moments before when it was still inside Carrie, was hanging out over the top, bent against the front of the stove. Ethan was discreetly holding the pajamas up with his right hand and holding the frying pan in his left, desperately hoping that she wouldn’t carry the conversation so long that he would have to turn around.
“Just making breakfast,” Ethan said flippantly, glancing at her over his shoulder. A mixture of Carrie’s juices and his own fluids was dripping off the end of his dick onto his bare foot. It would be extremely embarrassing to have to explain this. The memory that he and Carrie’s mother had engaged in similarly illicit sexual activity in the middle of the night stimulated him further.
Carrie’s mom shook her head. “If you two want to make out, the least you could do is wait until a decent hour of the day.”
Carrie didn’t say anything, but her flushed face turned deeper red, as if admitting her guilt. If only her mother knew, she thought, how weak her knees were and how much of Ethan’s cum was dribbling from her cunt. From where she was standing, Carrie could see Ethan’s long cock straining against the front of the stove, begging for more of her intimate attention.
The difficult, awkward moment of silence passed when Carrie’s mother left them and returned to her room. As soon as her door closed Ethan and Carrie looked at each other and giggled. Carrie put her hand over her mouth to try to cover her embarrassment, which was already painfully obvious. Ethan’s face had turned red as well, and his penis was again fully erect. Carrie stepped over to kiss him and let the wet pole glide into her hand.
“That was close,” she said.
“Want to do it again?” he joked. “She’ll be a few minutes getting dressed.”
Carrie licked the juices off her fingers. “How fast can you cum in my mouth?”
Ethan watched her drop to her knees in front of him, suddenly recognizing where she got her penchant for sex with the danger of being caught. His cock was in her mouth almost before he knew what was happening and he was overjoyed to find that her sucking technique was still tentative and clumsy, not smooth and proficient as her mother’s was. He unloaded in her mouth long before her mother emerged from her room for breakfast. He wondered, as they spoke, if they could smell the flavor of his sperm on each other’s breaths as clearly as he could. He was almost certain they could, although neither of them would mention anything about it. At least not while he was there. Ethan continued to eat his delicious breakfast, beaming with the knowledge that he had shared such carnal intimacies with both of these.
For the remainder of the day all three of them behaved as if nothing had happened at all. Carrie knew that Ethan had made love to her and Carrie’s mother knew that Ethan had made love to her, but only Ethan knew that he had already made love to both of them. Carrie’s father, who arrived just after noon, was the only one who was oblivious to anything that went on between the three of them.
The weekend following the trip to the cabin, Ethan arrived at Carrie’s to take her out. He stopped his car at the curb in front of her house and jumped out, excited to have another weekend to spend with her, this time without her parents getting in the way. He was halfway up the walk to the front door when he heard a familiar voice and looked up. It was Carrie’s mother in her bedroom window.
“Ethan,” she waved again.
“Hi, Mrs. Sheffield,” Ethan said, shielding his eyes from the late afternoon sun.
“Carrie’s not home yet so just come right in.”
“Ok.”
She smiled and stepped away from the window and for a second Ethan thought she was naked, but he dismissed it as probably a trick through the screen or part of her dress or his imagination. He went up to the door and went in.
Now what, Ethan thought, standing in the middle of the living room, suddenly realizing that he was not as familiar with Carrie’s house or her family as he felt coming up the front walk. Knowing that her mother was right upstairs, Ethan was conscious of his behavior. He didn’t want to upset her by being too familiar.
“Ethan?” she called from upstairs.
Ethan went to the foot of the stairway. “Yes?” he said in his most respectful tone.
“Come up here, please,” was all she said.
Their encounter in the darkness at the cabin felt like a fading dream, but not that he found himself in an increasingly intimate situation with her it all began to feel oddly real again. He thought maybe he should take this chance to apologize to her for what he did that night. He slowly climbed the stairs and stood outside her room.
“You can come in,” she said.
He peeked in first to try to find from where her voice came. As he stepped into the sacred ground of Carrie’s parent’s bedroom, he saw her laying under the sheets on her bed, her head propped up with her arm. He went in, feeling confident but tentative nonetheless, and leaned against the door frame.
“I thought I should apologize,” Ethan began, but she cut him off.
“Apologize for what?”
“For last weekend.”
“What happened?”
Her behavior made him doubt for a moment the events that passed between them. However, he saw by the curled up corners of her mouth the smirk she could barely contain and he briefly admired her struggle to keep a straight face.
“When you came to me in the middle of the night I thought you were Carrie.” He felt a stirring in his pants as the memories of what happened between them returned. The room was filled with the heady odor of an exotic perfume that smelled very familiar. It was the one she was wearing that night a week ago.
“I know that. Why are you apologizing?” Her eyes drifted down his body and settled on his groin, where the front of his pants was beginning to expand. The tip of her tongue poked from her mouth and licked her dark, red lips. “Have you got something on your mind?”
She was very cool, Ethan remarked silently to himself, with a grin and a blush he could not repress himself. He was struck with a devilish, daring idea and decided to take a chance on it. He could not help feeling nervously excited, anticipating what might happen next. He loved Carrie, but he hoped she took her time getting home that day.
“Carrie would have expected me to make love to her two or three more times before we finished. You left before I had a chance.”
Carrie’s mother smirked, then laughed out loud. She slowly pulled back the sheets with one hand, revealing herself. Ethan was not surprised to see she was naked. What did surprise him was how beautiful she was without her clothes. She might have been thirty five, but she was still a great looking woman.
“You must be tired,” she said in her husky, sultry voice that turned him on. “Get in here.”
Ethan stared into her deep eyes, which were just as irresistible as Carrie’s. It was an expression of desire he had seen in Carrie’s eyes only a few times before. Ethan pulled his shirt off over his head, knowing that he would put it back on when they were through, only to take it off again later that evening for this woman’s daughter. His skin was tight over his muscles, which rippled and swelled when he moved.
How would he explain this to Carrie if she found out, he thought, as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down. She would probably hate him for the rest of her life if she knew he was screwing her own mother. Carrie’s mother gasped when his penis came free and stood straight out. He realized with amusement that she had never actually seen it before. It was obvious she was quite familiar with it from her experience with it a week earlier, but he was pleased he could still surprise her with it. He got a great deal of pleasure from seeing the look on women’s faces when they saw it for the first time.
“You’re going to get me in big trouble,” Ethan said as he climbed onto the bed next to her. They laid side by side, facing each other.
“Please,” she whimpered, “Just one quick fuck.” She closed her hand around his cock, massaging it.
“I don’t want Carrie to find out about this.”
She laughed. “Carrie’s mistake was confiding with me the details of your endowments.” She looked down at his erection in her hand. She gave it a squeeze and stroked its entire length.
Ethan’s eyes grew wide in surprise. “Carrie told you that? What else has she told you?”
“Not much.” She grinned like she knew more but wasn’t telling.
“About last week,” Ethan began, but she lifted her leg and laid it languidly across his hip.
“What about it?” she said. She deftly guided the head of his cock directly into the opening of her cunt and pulled him in. She was wet and velvety smooth.
“Never mind,” Ethan said. He inched his hips forward to savor the sensation of his penis penetrating her warm vagina. Carrie’s mother rolled on her back and enveloped him with her legs as he rolled on top of her, smothering her with his muscular body. His thick, long cock quickly sunk all the way into her body.
“Oh my goodness,” she gasped in his ear. She squeezed him tightly around his neck and arched her back. Her action helped his pole slide another inch deeper. “Oh shit,” she groaned.
Ethan lifted himself off her, like he was doing pushups, and looked down on her. Her face was twisted in an uncomfortable grimace as if she was in pain.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
“Yes,” she sobbed, trying not to let him see she was in pain. A tear rolled out of her eye. Ethan started to draw himself out but she stopped him. “No, no, just fuck me with it,” she said.
“Are you sure?”
She opened her eyes and glowered at him. “Do you think I’m kidding about this?”
“Not at all,” Ethan answered. “I just don’t want to hurt you if it’s going to be too big.”
She suddenly looked angry. Her legs closed around his waist and her ankles hooked behind him. “You just do the pumping, young man. I can take everything you’ve got.”
Ethan grinned broadly as his cock sunk back into her. She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth together, groaning again.
“Is it bigger than it was before?” she said, her voice wavering and uneven.
“It might be,” Ethan said in a smooth, soft voice. He stroked his hips in and out in a steady rhythm. They could hear the sucking noises from her cunt as his shaft moved in and out between her wet lips. He felt sorry that he was hurting her. He didn’t want her to feel pain. He wanted to fuck her and he wanted her to cum. He knew how much it hurt Carrie the first time, but he knew how much she grew to enjoy it once she got used to the size.
Carrie’s mother stroked Ethan’s back. She was already panting hard and squealing when he thrust it in. Her face relaxed each time his stroke moved out, then grimaced again in anticipation of his thrust in. When he had sunk it to the bottom and their pubic mounds were pressed together firmly she groaned and finished with a high-pitched squeal, just as she had that night at the cabin when she was on top of him. She had cum that night, Ethan thought. Why should it be any different this time?
He maintained the slow, steady, gentle thrusting, hoping to coax her toward an orgasm without damaging her. He was breathing hard now. She squeezed him tighter spasmodically with her arms and legs, alternately gasping and moaning in his ear.
“Oh yes Ethan oh yes,” she whispered. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Her hands slid down his back and cupped the cheeks of his ass. “Do it faster,” she urged. Ethan increased his pace by a small amount. “More,” she urged again, squeezing him with her thighs. He sped up again. She groaned but he kept it up. It was only moments before she was tensed up and clinging to him desperately, squealing and practically screaming.
Ethan was looking into her face, but her eyes were squeezed shut. He was thrilled that she was coming. She was a fantastic woman, almost as exciting as Carrie. He had no idea that a woman as old as her could be as tight as she was or even be as sexy and desirable. Her vagina was alternately clamping and releasing his shaft as she climaxed. The sensations were as good as any he felt when he fucked young girls, maybe even better. She had already shown him she could do things with her body that few girls he knew could do.
Finally he could hold back no longer. His orgasm reached a peak and he exploded inside her. He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help groaning out loud. He couldn’t believe he was actually coming in Carrie’s mom, actually having sex with her, lying on top of her, flooding her insides with his sperm. This sudden realization blew his mind as much as his climax. He was no longer just having sex with another woman, he was engaging in carnal knowledge like a pair of animals with his girlfriend’s mother. It was unreal.
She had stopped squirming and was very still. His penis was still throbbing and squirting cum into her womb. He was sure she could feel every bit of it. He could hear her breathing hard. Her grip on him loosened. She was looking up at him, grinning, the tip of her tongue between her front teeth. Her ass was squirming anxiously and she was stroking the backs of his thighs with her feet. Her fingers came up and tangled through the hair on the back of his head.
“What’s wrong?” Ethan said. He continued to pump his hips back and forth gently and felt an occasional spasm in his scrotum.
“Nothing,” she sighed, sounding at once like a young girl. “Nothing at all that a strong man with an enormous tool can’t fix.”
“You were wonderful yourself, Mrs. Sheffield.”
“You don’t have to call me that, you know,” she said, reverting to her mature voice. “My name’s Claudia. You can call me by that name now.” She was brushing through the curly hairs on his chest.
“I think Carrie would find that pretty strange. So would your husband, I think.”
“My husband is a workaholic,” she said, sounding annoyed. “He spends weeks on the road selling his products and when he comes home he either spends all his time on the couch watching baseball or is out at the bar.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Mrs. Sheffield.”
“Claudia,” she corrected.”
“Claudia,” Ethan said, although it felt very strange. He felt like he should get off her and get dressed, but he didn’t know what to do. His dick was still hard in her cunt and she didn’t seem to want to let him take it out.
“He only bangs me about three times a year and when he does it’s nothing to write home to my mother about.”
Ethan blushed with embarrassment that she would write a letter to her mother to tell her about what they’d done, as well as with the thought that he was in another man’s bed at that moment with his wife while he expected to be in another bed performing similar intimate acts later that evening with his daughter.
“I’ve often wondered,” she continued, “how many girlfriends he has in these towns he goes to and whether or not they know or even care that he has a wife and a daughter at home.”
Ethan was really beginning to feel awkward. His erection had disappeared and, as he rolled off her, he feared that it might not ever return. His limp, wet penis laid across his thigh like a worn out sausage.
Claudia rolled onto her side, facing him, and gently placed her hand over his long piece of flesh. Immediately his interest stirred again and he lost the feeling that he had to get away.
“But that leaves me more time to spend in bed with studs like you,” she said. She laid across his chest and rested her chin on her left arm. His cock was by then standing straight up and looked monstrous in her tiny hand. His excitement grew as her hand stroked him.
“How many others have you done this with?” Ethan asked, partly out of curiosity but partly from lack of anything else to say. She chuckled, blushing with embarrassment herself.
“You’re the first,” she said and laughed out loud. Ethan chuckled and laughed with her, feeling greatly relieved. “In fact, you’re the only other man to make love with me besides my husband.”
“Were you a virgin when you married him?”
“Not quite.” She was quiet for a moment and appeared pensive. “I was a virgin when I met him. I was pregnant when I married him.”
“With Carrie?” Ethan asked.
She nodded.
“He was my date for the homecoming ball and I was the homecoming queen. He had been trying to get into my pants since our junior year of high school and I wouldn’t even go out with him. There were so many other guys I could have invited to the ball, but when he asked I said yes. I still don’t know why.”
She sighed a deep breath. “I remember he was so anxious to get under my dress we didn’t even wait until after the ball. I admit, though, I was just as anxious for him to get under my dress. We did it in a dark hallway right outside the ballroom, standing up. It happened so fast I never knew what happened. It wasn’t until two days later that I even bled or felt any pain. For the rest of the night, while we danced, I could feel his cum dripping down my leg.”