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Chapter 2
Jonathon stirred and shifted away, slowly plucking his prick out of
Caroline's cunt. His cock came out semi-hard, bobbing up and down as if
unable to decide whether to collapse or rise up again. The cockhead was
dripping and the prickshaft was slathered with cum and cuntjuice. A
thick flood gushed out of her vacated pussy slot. She smiled tenderly
at him.
"That," she whispered, "was a treat."
He grinned back at her.
His cock was still quite firm. Caroline gazed at his prick, wondering
if he might want to fuck her again. She wasn't horny now that she had
come twice, but she knew herself well enough to know that she would
soon get horny again, once that fat meat was fucking into her cunt hole
and running over her button of lust.
Or maybe he would like a blowjob.
She owed him some head after that lovely cunt gobbling he had given
her, and it was the sort of debt that Caroline loved to pay. With her
pussy satisfied, her mouth got horny.
She was just about to twist down and take that slime-soaked cock
between her lips when Jonathon sighed and looked at his wristwatch.
They had been fucking for a long time. He got up and padded to the
bathroom, his cock bobbing up and down in front of him.
Caroline heard the shower running.
She lay back in bed, feeling warm and contented.
Caroline usually returned to bed in the morning after Jonathon had left
for the office.
But she wasn't a lazy girl.
She didn't go back to sleep.
She went back to bed and played with her pussy.
It had become something of a morning routine with her, loving morning
orgasms as she did and seldom getting screwed by her husband at that
time of the day. Sometimes Caroline felt a bit sheepish about
masturbating, a little embarrassed. It didn't seem proper for a happily
married woman to finger fuck herself so often. And she did get plenty
of prick from Jonathon, too--she couldn't complain that she was
frustrated and had to do without. It was just the timing, her
particular devotion to getting her rocks off first thing in the
morning.
She enjoyed fingerfucking her cunt.
She had to admit it, sheepish as it made her feel. She had always
relished a long, leisurely handjob, and she liked fingerfucking as much
now as when she had been a young girl, virginal and chaste and playing
with her pussy day and night.
Caroline had discovered the pleasure of rubbing her clit when she was a
k**, more by accident than by design. She had been stroking her crotch
because it felt sort of pleasant, and all of a sudden it had started to
get a lot better than simply pleasant, and her first hand-induced
climax had left her stunned. She had lain, panting and gasping on the
bed, wondering what on earth she had just done to herself.
And then she had done it again.
After that day of discovery, she had become a constant fingerfucker,
always fingering herself off when she woke up and usually frigging off
just before she went to sleep for the night. She experimented with
various techniques and altered them. She modestly sought advice from
other young girls and got excited by the giggling conversations.
Sometimes she used only her fingertips, rubbing her clit until it
sparked. Sometimes she gave herself a classic finger-fucking, slowly
fucking three stiffened digits in and out of her hole. And sometimes
she used both hands at the same time, clit rubbing and fingerfucking
together. By the time that she was a young lady, her tits were big and
to her delight, she discovered that she could duck her head down and
tongue her nipples. That added to her solitary pleasures.
She had tried to go down on herself, too.
Intrigued by the idea of having a tongue slurping on her pussy,
Caroline had tried her best to eat herself out. She had stretched out
on her back and had thrown her legs up over her head, and she had sat
on the edge of the bed and bent her head down as far as she could--but
she had fallen just short, frustratingly short. Her tongue was able to
reach her curly cunt hair but it would not extend into her crotch nor
quite reach her clit. It had been terribly disappointing for her, her
hot breath billowing on her steaming cunt but to no avail. After she
had made the attempt a few times, she gave it up because it left her in
such an agony of desire that her hands and fingers could not cool her
off until she had frigged off three or four times.
She had also experimented with cock-shaped objects.
She had fucked herself with bananas, hot dogs and hairbrush handles.
She had fucked a vacuum cleaner hose and the nozzle of a hair dryer.
One day she had got a particularly kinky thrill after she had given her
cunt a thorough fucking with a fat Italian salami--and then was treated
to the sight of her father eating that salami. There had been dark
tones of illicit lust in that, i****tuous desires that she knew were
terribly wicked, which were all the more thrilling because of the fact
that they were so very naughty.
When she was old enough, she summoned up her courage and went to a shop
in town and bought herself a cock-shaped vibrator and, later, a big
rubber dildo of realistic contours and texture.
So Caroline's virgin cunt did not go without.
But despite the fact that she was a very horny young lady, Caroline had
not been promiscuous.
She started dating but she was a year older before she allowed a young
man to feel her tits, and she did not let anyone fingerfuck her until
she was eighteen. Only a few fellows got that far with Caroline, and
none got any further. If she had dated a man several times, she would
let him give her a handjob and she would return the favor. She loved to
feel a cock throb in her hand and to see the jism spurt out as she
pulled, and she wondered how wonderful it would be if she were to feel
a cock squirt up her pussy or in her mouth.
But, until she met Jonathon, she never found out.
She had been a virgin when they got married.
It had been her own ultra-randy nature, in fact, that had preserved the
girl's virginity, ironically enough. Because she was so hot and came so
often and so easily, Caroline always got her rocks off as soon as a man
started playing with her cunt and, once she had had a climax, she was
able to resist his advances if he tried to go beyond a handjob, jacking
him off, in turn, kept him from suffering too greatly.
Then she had met Jonathon and they had dated and, in due course, had
gone steady and become engaged. Their sexual activities had proceeded
apace with the relationship and, in a cheap motel room, Caroline had
finally spread her legs for him. She found out that getting fucked was
even better than she had hoped for. After the first time they began
fucking with regularity and presently, when he suggested that she take
his cock in her mouth, Caroline offered no objections. She had, in
fact, been longing to do just that and wishing that Jonathon would ask.
As it had been with fucking, she discovered from the very first
mouthful that sucking off a fat prick was a joy.
In time, they got married.
So Caroline was not a virgin bride, but she was the next best thing to
it, having never fucked or sucked with any man but her husband. And
that still held true. They had been married for several years now, and
Caroline had never been unfaithful to Jonathon, and she assumed that he
was true to her as well.
She had considered fucking around a few times.
She had these improper thoughts in the mornings, usually--those days
when Jonathon had left for the office and left her with a smoldering
cunt which she had to take care of by hand. As she frigged herself, she
would fantasize about taking a lover, or about going out to some
singles bar and getting picked up by a total stranger for a casual
fuck. It was an exciting thought, since she thought it while her pussy
was on fire--just a physical fuck with no emotional entanglements,
maybe not even telling the man her name.
But it was all just fuck-fantasy.
Caroline would never really do a thing like that and was firmly
resolved never to commit adultery.
If only Jonathon would give her a bit more cock in the mornings,
though, it would sure be lovely.
Like this morning ...
* * *
Caroline stretched luxuriously on the bed.
Jonathon was on his way to work and she had returned to bed as usual.
But she was feeling strangely restless.
She felt as if there was something that she had forgotten to do, some
important thing that was being neglected.
She thought about it.
Suddenly, Caroline began to giggle, then began to laugh out loud.
"Oh, what a creature of habit I am," she thought.
Caroline had realized why she was restless and what she had neglected
to do--she had not fingerfucked herself this morning!
But, this morning, she had no need to, thanks to Jonathon.
That had been a rare fucking.
But why had he been so horny?
Jonathon stirred and shifted away, slowly plucking his prick out of
Caroline's cunt. His cock came out semi-hard, bobbing up and down as if
unable to decide whether to collapse or rise up again. The cockhead was
dripping and the prickshaft was slathered with cum and cuntjuice. A
thick flood gushed out of her vacated pussy slot. She smiled tenderly
at him.
"That," she whispered, "was a treat."
He grinned back at her.
His cock was still quite firm. Caroline gazed at his prick, wondering
if he might want to fuck her again. She wasn't horny now that she had
come twice, but she knew herself well enough to know that she would
soon get horny again, once that fat meat was fucking into her cunt hole
and running over her button of lust.
Or maybe he would like a blowjob.
She owed him some head after that lovely cunt gobbling he had given
her, and it was the sort of debt that Caroline loved to pay. With her
pussy satisfied, her mouth got horny.
She was just about to twist down and take that slime-soaked cock
between her lips when Jonathon sighed and looked at his wristwatch.
They had been fucking for a long time. He got up and padded to the
bathroom, his cock bobbing up and down in front of him.
Caroline heard the shower running.
She lay back in bed, feeling warm and contented.
Caroline usually returned to bed in the morning after Jonathon had left
for the office.
But she wasn't a lazy girl.
She didn't go back to sleep.
She went back to bed and played with her pussy.
It had become something of a morning routine with her, loving morning
orgasms as she did and seldom getting screwed by her husband at that
time of the day. Sometimes Caroline felt a bit sheepish about
masturbating, a little embarrassed. It didn't seem proper for a happily
married woman to finger fuck herself so often. And she did get plenty
of prick from Jonathon, too--she couldn't complain that she was
frustrated and had to do without. It was just the timing, her
particular devotion to getting her rocks off first thing in the
morning.
She enjoyed fingerfucking her cunt.
She had to admit it, sheepish as it made her feel. She had always
relished a long, leisurely handjob, and she liked fingerfucking as much
now as when she had been a young girl, virginal and chaste and playing
with her pussy day and night.
Caroline had discovered the pleasure of rubbing her clit when she was a
k**, more by accident than by design. She had been stroking her crotch
because it felt sort of pleasant, and all of a sudden it had started to
get a lot better than simply pleasant, and her first hand-induced
climax had left her stunned. She had lain, panting and gasping on the
bed, wondering what on earth she had just done to herself.
And then she had done it again.
After that day of discovery, she had become a constant fingerfucker,
always fingering herself off when she woke up and usually frigging off
just before she went to sleep for the night. She experimented with
various techniques and altered them. She modestly sought advice from
other young girls and got excited by the giggling conversations.
Sometimes she used only her fingertips, rubbing her clit until it
sparked. Sometimes she gave herself a classic finger-fucking, slowly
fucking three stiffened digits in and out of her hole. And sometimes
she used both hands at the same time, clit rubbing and fingerfucking
together. By the time that she was a young lady, her tits were big and
to her delight, she discovered that she could duck her head down and
tongue her nipples. That added to her solitary pleasures.
She had tried to go down on herself, too.
Intrigued by the idea of having a tongue slurping on her pussy,
Caroline had tried her best to eat herself out. She had stretched out
on her back and had thrown her legs up over her head, and she had sat
on the edge of the bed and bent her head down as far as she could--but
she had fallen just short, frustratingly short. Her tongue was able to
reach her curly cunt hair but it would not extend into her crotch nor
quite reach her clit. It had been terribly disappointing for her, her
hot breath billowing on her steaming cunt but to no avail. After she
had made the attempt a few times, she gave it up because it left her in
such an agony of desire that her hands and fingers could not cool her
off until she had frigged off three or four times.
She had also experimented with cock-shaped objects.
She had fucked herself with bananas, hot dogs and hairbrush handles.
She had fucked a vacuum cleaner hose and the nozzle of a hair dryer.
One day she had got a particularly kinky thrill after she had given her
cunt a thorough fucking with a fat Italian salami--and then was treated
to the sight of her father eating that salami. There had been dark
tones of illicit lust in that, i****tuous desires that she knew were
terribly wicked, which were all the more thrilling because of the fact
that they were so very naughty.
When she was old enough, she summoned up her courage and went to a shop
in town and bought herself a cock-shaped vibrator and, later, a big
rubber dildo of realistic contours and texture.
So Caroline's virgin cunt did not go without.
But despite the fact that she was a very horny young lady, Caroline had
not been promiscuous.
She started dating but she was a year older before she allowed a young
man to feel her tits, and she did not let anyone fingerfuck her until
she was eighteen. Only a few fellows got that far with Caroline, and
none got any further. If she had dated a man several times, she would
let him give her a handjob and she would return the favor. She loved to
feel a cock throb in her hand and to see the jism spurt out as she
pulled, and she wondered how wonderful it would be if she were to feel
a cock squirt up her pussy or in her mouth.
But, until she met Jonathon, she never found out.
She had been a virgin when they got married.
It had been her own ultra-randy nature, in fact, that had preserved the
girl's virginity, ironically enough. Because she was so hot and came so
often and so easily, Caroline always got her rocks off as soon as a man
started playing with her cunt and, once she had had a climax, she was
able to resist his advances if he tried to go beyond a handjob, jacking
him off, in turn, kept him from suffering too greatly.
Then she had met Jonathon and they had dated and, in due course, had
gone steady and become engaged. Their sexual activities had proceeded
apace with the relationship and, in a cheap motel room, Caroline had
finally spread her legs for him. She found out that getting fucked was
even better than she had hoped for. After the first time they began
fucking with regularity and presently, when he suggested that she take
his cock in her mouth, Caroline offered no objections. She had, in
fact, been longing to do just that and wishing that Jonathon would ask.
As it had been with fucking, she discovered from the very first
mouthful that sucking off a fat prick was a joy.
In time, they got married.
So Caroline was not a virgin bride, but she was the next best thing to
it, having never fucked or sucked with any man but her husband. And
that still held true. They had been married for several years now, and
Caroline had never been unfaithful to Jonathon, and she assumed that he
was true to her as well.
She had considered fucking around a few times.
She had these improper thoughts in the mornings, usually--those days
when Jonathon had left for the office and left her with a smoldering
cunt which she had to take care of by hand. As she frigged herself, she
would fantasize about taking a lover, or about going out to some
singles bar and getting picked up by a total stranger for a casual
fuck. It was an exciting thought, since she thought it while her pussy
was on fire--just a physical fuck with no emotional entanglements,
maybe not even telling the man her name.
But it was all just fuck-fantasy.
Caroline would never really do a thing like that and was firmly
resolved never to commit adultery.
If only Jonathon would give her a bit more cock in the mornings,
though, it would sure be lovely.
Like this morning ...
* * *
Caroline stretched luxuriously on the bed.
Jonathon was on his way to work and she had returned to bed as usual.
But she was feeling strangely restless.
She felt as if there was something that she had forgotten to do, some
important thing that was being neglected.
She thought about it.
Suddenly, Caroline began to giggle, then began to laugh out loud.
"Oh, what a creature of habit I am," she thought.
Caroline had realized why she was restless and what she had neglected
to do--she had not fingerfucked herself this morning!
But, this morning, she had no need to, thanks to Jonathon.
That had been a rare fucking.
But why had he been so horny?
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