Carol - Part Ten - Sex Stories

Carol - Part Ten

... stop.” I held Carol against the car by her slippery ass, and hammered the full length of my cock into her love hole. “Do you like that?” I asked, now out of breath. “Do you like being fucked by my big cock?” The only sounds heard were Carol’s moans, and the slap, slap, slap of my balls striking against Carol’s ass, thrust after thrust after thrust. Carol’s words of pleasure became small whispers of need. “Yes. Yes. That feels so fucking good.” “I’m going to suck your cock so good.” “I’m going to cum again.” “Make me cum hard.” “Fuck me harder.” She tightened her legs around my waist and pulled my head and neck in closer, demonstrating the strength that can be mustered by a woman who is about to cum. “Fuck Yes.” she yelled. Carol looked toward the sky, gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and went silent, a sure sign that she was about to cum. A painful look of pure pleasure spread over her face. Her clenched teeth became a fully opened mouth, as she tried to scream, but could not. Her eyes grew wide, and partially rolled back into her head. Sweating and out of breath, I stopped fucking Carol’s deep hole, letting her do the final work for her reward. Her low moan became a loud, constant moan, increasing in pitch as she neared her moment of release. At that moment, in that place, Carol did not care about anything except her need to cum and the pleasure her body craved. Carol rode my cock, crushing her pussy violently down on its full length, until she exploded with another, body ...

... heaving orgasm. “Fuck yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her screams carried through the woods, over the still pond waters, and into the night. As Carol slowly regained control over her body, I lowered her down to her feet, my rod popping out of her juicy pussy. Even with only the light of the moon, it was clear I was covered with Carol’s juices from my naval to my knees. We stood next to the car and held each other, sweating and trying to catch our breath. Maybe it was my fear of being caught having sex outdoors; or my concern that Carol’s cries of passion would alert others to our activities or my watchful attention to our surroundings and need for privacy. Whatever the reason, for the first time since I had been with Carol, I had outlasted her and not cum. “Lean against the car.” she directed, when I whispered that it was good that she had cum, as I wasn’t going to last much longer, and had almost unloaded my sperm into her love hole. As I leaned back against the car, and Carol began to stroke my wet shaft, another car came up the dirt road and parked several feet away from us. To Carol, having others parked nearby was more exciting than just the two of us being naked outdoors. When she saw where the other car was stopping, she moved us to an area where we could easily be seen by anyone in the other car. For Carol, part of her excitement and pleasure was derived from being watched. Carol had cum twice. She seemed to have been sufficiently satisfied, at least for the time being, and had ...