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Thursday
Once again, Carol knocked on George’s door the next morning, awakening him. Assuming it was her, he jumped out of bed in t-shirt and boxers and headed to the door to answer it. He did cautiously check the peep hole. Confirming who it was, he answered the door.
She greeted him with a big smile, noticing his morning wood tenting his shorts. “You look good enough to eat.”
He looked down. “Sorry. I’m off the menu.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means my mother ran into Ann in the elevator last night, and Ann told her about this well-equipped young man in the building who took care of her.”
“That stupid bitch. She does have a big mouth. I should have anticipated that. So, what does that mean?”
“It means no more. Oh, and by the way, kinky Jason Sheridan likes to watch his wife with another man.”
Carol’s eyes widened. “I had no idea. So, we couldn’t have a quickie right now?”
Shaking his head, George said, “Is there such a thing with you? I have to go to the college campus to take care of some things for next semester.”
Carol stepped closer and gave George a big hug. “Well, it was fun while it lasted.” She pressed her body close to his.
Of course, he could feel her magnificent breasts against his chest, not to mention she was rubbing her crotch against his growing cock. “You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”
“George, I’ve been with a few men in my lifetime. I’m not trying to brag, but none of them have filled me as you have. My two times with you have been some of the best fucks of my life. I don’t get opportunities anymore. You coming along was an answered prayer. So, please, just once more. It could very well be my last time ever.”
Talk about a tug at his heartstrings. How could he refuse that? Not to mention he could hardly resist one more time with her anyway. “Not here. Let’s go to your place.”
“Wonderful idea. Come in a few minutes.”
“A few minutes?”
“Since this might be our last time together, I want to make it special.” Carol smiled, rubbed his cock through his pants, and then departed.
George watched her leave, and even dressed normally, she was still as sexy as hell. She must have really been something in her younger days. He gathered what he needed for school, and then strolled slowly up to the fourth floor. At the door to 404, he was about to knock, but before his fist made contact, he noticed that the door was not closed completely. Pushing it open, he entered, looked around, but of course, Carol was not there, so he headed straight for her bedroom.
She was stretched out on her bed in only a fancy bra and matching panties.
George sat on the edge of the bed, taking her all in.
“Let’s not waste time,” she purred. “Come here.”
He crawled to her, and she reached out to grab his shirt and pull him to her. Cupping his face, she guided him to her until their lips met. It was their first kiss—strange what with all they had done—and it was delightful. Of course, with her, it would be.
George then gnawed at her nipples through her bra. She giggled, then pushed him up and started unbuttoning his shirt. He raised up onto his knees to remove his shirt the rest of the way. Carol sat up to place kisses on his abdomen and chest.
She then rolled onto her stomach and wiggled her butt. “You like my ass?” she asked seductively.
“You know it.”
“Then show me.”
Not certain what she wanted, he bent over and kissed her ass.
“Mmmm, that’s good. Show me how much you like it.” She spread her legs slightly.
Playing a guessing game, George pulled the elastic leg of her panties aside to expose her anus and pussy.
She again jiggled her butt and made her asshole wink.
He took that as another clue and dipped his tongue to her anus.
Another giggle. “Now, you’ve got the idea.”
So, she wanted him to tongue her rear. He kept it up and actually found it enjoyable. He spread her legs for better access.
Her moaning signified her enjoyment. But she didn’t allow it for long. She turned him onto his back to remove the remainder of his clothes. His dick was in her mouth in seconds. As always, she was the best.
Carol was on hands and knees, so he pulled her around to finger her pussy and ass. She was devouring his dick and it felt wonderful. She didn’t just suck. She also used her tongue expertly. Once completely lathered, she climbed onto him and fed his cock into her pussy.
And if he thought her mouth was wonderful, her pussy was even more satisfying. If this was to be their last time together, it would be unforgettable. His dick sliding in her soft, wet pussy was heaven on Earth. She rode him hard, like a jockey on a flying thoroughbred. Her speed continually increased, and looking up at her face, he could see the concentration on her features. Her intent was manifested when she started groaning, grunting, and moaning leading to the explosion of her orgasm.
Carol karakoçan escort continued to ride while she was climaxing as though attempting to squeeze out every ounce of pleasure she could. But she finally came to a disappointing end with a heavy sigh. She rolled off him onto her back beside him.
“Damn, that was good!” After only several seconds rest, Carol turned onto her front where her mouth came into perfect contact with George’s cock. She sucked all her own secretions off his rod, re-coating it with a heavy layer of saliva.
While that was exciting and immensely pleasurable, what she did next blew his mind.
Already on her hands and knees, Carol rotated around, shaking her ass at him. This, he took as her wanting it doggy style. But as he moved into position, she craned her neck around and casually said, “In my ass.”
“What?”
“I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“I’ve never done anal sex.”
“You’ve never done most of what we’ve done. There’s a first time for everything. Now, hurry before the saliva on your dick dries.”
Grabbing his cock and pointing it at the target, George merely stared at her pink rosebud. He’d never really thought about doing anal. He had never had a strong desire to. However, as he continued to gaze at it, there was something quite alluring about it.
“You’ve done this before?” he had to ask.
“A time or two,” she responded with some annoyance. “If you don’t want to, just say so. I thought this would be our special ending.”
With a shrug, but also heightened excitement, George pressed the point of his dick against her butt hole.
“Go in slowly,” Carol instructed. “Even though I’ve done this before, it’s never been with a horse cock.
That caused him to chuckle, which also eased the tension a bit. So, he pushed gently, and with only the head of his cock in, he instantly noticed the tightness.
“Mmmm. Believe it or not, that feels good. Keep going.”
He forced another inch in.
“More,” she ordered.
Now, he gave more than another inch.
“Start pumping,” she told him.
He did, but only millimeters. As George had seen done in videos, he dribbled saliva onto his shaft, and with each thrust, he went deeper until he was all in.
“Oh, just hold still so I can feel you in me,” she said.
He halted, but that didn’t prevent his dick from pulsing.
“Mmmm, I feel that. I could probably come from just you doing that.”
“I probably could to,” he added in a groaning tone.
“But that’s not where the fun is. The fun is now when you start really fucking my ass.”
So, he started thrusting, slowly, moderately, because he didn’t know what kind of tolerance the rectum had.
Until she commanded, “Harder.” And a minute later, “Faster. Oh, yeah, that’s good.”
George couldn’t decide how much he liked anal—if at all. It was definitely tighter. It was soft, but he wasn’t sure it was softer than her pussy. He didn’t really think anything was that soft.
“Let’s move onto our sides,” Carol suggested.
George had to pull out to reposition. But on his side, he spit into his palm, spread it on his dick, and went back in with ease.
This position afforded more comfort, though it wasn’t necessarily easier.
Carol obviously loved it, if her moaning and grunting was any clue. She reached for George’s arm, pulling it around her, and planting his hand on her breast. Naturally, he fondled it and tweaked her nipple.
He did find that the more he pumped, she seemed to stretch out and it became easier, less snug.
“You going to come in my ass?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes!” she responded eagerly.
“Can we change positions?”
“Of course,” she agreed. “How do you want to do it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay. How about this?” She reached behind her to push him back and out of her. Then she rotated onto her back and held her legs up in the air, presenting her pussy and ass to him.
Glancing down, her pussy looked more inviting, but he knew that’s not where she wanted it, so he spit in his hand once again and smeared it all over his shaft, drove it back in, and fucked her ass missionary style. This was eminently more appealing, more natural. For the fun of it, and because he could, he wet his fingers in his mouth and used three digits to finger fuck her pussy. His dick liked that.
Apparently, Carol did also. She moved her butt to meet his thrusts and grabbed his wrist to make him finger fuck her faster. In seconds, she was moaning much louder than her first orgasm.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes! Fuck, yeah! Mmmm, give it to me, George, give it to me!”
Regardless of where his dick was, looking down at this gorgeous woman with his cock buried in her body, and knowing he was providing her with an extraordinary amount of pleasure she might not get anywhere else was enough to stoke his embers. karaköy escort He started to feel the buildup, and he could tell it was going to be a good one. She’d already said how bad she wanted it, so he didn’t bother to warn her, and instead filled her ass with a hot load of cum.
“Ah, ah, ah. I’m coming again!” Carol shouted. She was like a bucking bronco having an out-of-body experience. He’d never seen her have such an explosive response to coming.
He was about to pull out when he thought his balls were drained, but she grabbed his ass violently and held him there, even pulling him tighter as though she could force more of him up her butt. Finally, she let go and he pulled out.
Carol popped up like a jack-in-the box, jism dripping out of her rear. “That was amazing!” she exclaimed with more enthusiasm than he’d ever heard her express. “I had a vaginal orgasm and an anal climax at the same time!”
“Wow!” George said as though impressed; however, he had never heard of that and wondered if there was such a thing.
“Can you hang around? Let’s do it again,” Carol begged.
George looked down at his deflating cock. “I’m done.” Although, with Carol, he could probably work himself up for another round. But that would just be prolonging the inevitable. “I really have to go.”
But before letting him go, she hugged him tightly and gave him the most incredible wet kiss.
George was dumbfounded and, in a daze, as he dressed. Anal had never been a huge desire of his, but now, having done it had been another amazing first. And then, to have done it with Carol—of all women—made it extra special, which is why she said she wanted it that way. Something to remember her by—like he could ever possibly forget her, given all that she had done for him and with him.
Seeing his state of euphoria, Carol asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I think I’m better than okay. I’m glad you talked me into one more time.”
“Somehow, I don’t think it took much convincing.”
“No, you’re right. It didn’t. But, please. No one can know about this.”
“Okay. I understand. Can we still be friends? It can be platonic. You can, you know, come by if you just want to talk.”
George had to smirk at that. “Of course. Although, you’d probably be too hard to resist.”
“Me? Nah,” she said with a smirk.
* * *
Growing up, George didn’t get into very much trouble. At least, nothing major. He generally did what he was supposed to do. So now, to have been caught in not one, but three . . . transgressions . . . was actually quite . . . what? Hell, he didn’t even know what. And then, to give in to Carol one more time.
He shook his head at how pathetic that was.
Because of this, once arriving on campus, he merely wandered around the grounds wondering what to do with himself. He knew what he needed to do, but well, he was too busy lost in thought and pondering the current state of his life again. He’d done that last night, but came to no resolution on the roof, so, he merely roamed around the university.
A while later, endless walking brought George to the student union building. Of course, he’d been here many times. He now found himself at a community bulletin board. For no particular reason, mostly to pass the time, he stopped to look at it and read some of the unusual things students posted, again as he had many times in the past. A very attractive girl stuck a notice on it. Glancing at it, he saw that she was looking for a roommate.
“That’s risky, isn’t it?” he commented without thinking.
“Excuse me?”
They turned toward each other. She was very attractive.
“You.”
“Hi, Diane.”
“George. You’re a student here?”
“I am. Advertising for a roommate on a college bulletin board seems risky. You never know who you might get.”
“I’m a pretty good judge of character. Plus, there are ways to do a background check. Do you think you might be interested?”
“Me?”
She pretended to look around. With a giggle, she said, “Well, there’s no one else here.”
George perfunctorily looked around and realized the foolishness of his question. And then, suddenly, it occurred to him. “Yeah. Maybe.”
He let that notion gel in his mind as he dealt with his business on campus, and then, prior to going home, George met up again with Diane and went to see her apartment. It was a complex near the campus that catered to students. He was surprised that it had three bedrooms. He questioned that.
“When I rented this apartment, this was the only unit available,” Diane explained, “and I wanted to be in this complex. I have friends who were already living here and they said it wouldn’t be difficult to find roommates. They didn’t tell me that I wouldn’t want most of the students who would apply.”
“Who’s in the other room?” George asked.
“No one yet. Although, I’m trying to convince a friend to take it. Whomever signs up next gets to choose karaman escort their room.”
It was a very nice apartment, and George was instantly interested. The condo was on the other side of town, and this would save considerable time commuting; time he could otherwise use to study and do homework. This was, after all, his last semester. He provided Diane with the information she wanted, and she said she’d let him know in a day or so.
* * *
Karen arrived home at her usual time with some apprehension. George was preparing dinner once again.
He greeted her, but with a troubled expression.
She returned the greeting, observed him for a few seconds, and then asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” he answered as though nothing was, but with a tone that suggested there was more to it.
“Then, what?”
After a deep breath, “So, I’m going to move out,” George told his mother, believing Diane would find no reason not to accept him. “I met a girl in the building here who lives on the second floor but has an off-campus apartment and needs roommates.”
“Have you, you know . . . been with her?” Karen had to ask.
“Been with her?” George had to smirk at her waltz around the question. “No, mom,” he responded with some annoyance. “I just met her yesterday.”
“You just met her and you’re going move in with her? That’s a bit extreme, don’t you think?”
“We’d just be roommates. I don’t have any other interest in her. And I think moving out is the only way I can concentrate on school and not, you know, what’s been going on here. I mean, I’ve already heard from Carol, Ann, and the Sheridan’s.”
“They want repeats?”
George nodded.
“But we’ve never lived apart,” Karen noted.
“It would have only been a matter of time. This is my last semester of college, and then I’ll be going out on my own.”
“So, why rush it?”
He shrugged. “I really need to concentrate on this last semester. The time I spend traveling, I could use on school work. And it would be like a dry run for being on my own.”
“I was hoping you’d find work here and stay here after graduation.”
He shrugged. “Well, that would have depended on where I got a job.”
Karen merely grimaced.
“Worst case scenario, I can always move back later on.”
“Worst case? Is living here that bad?”
“I’m sorry. Poor choice of words. No, I actually like it here. I just meant—”
“I know what you meant.”
* * *
The feeling Charles had when he and his mother finished last night carried all through the next day.
When Stephanie arrived home from school, she passed his room on her way to hers. “Let me drop my backpack and I’ll be back.”
“Hey, Steph, you mind if we skip today?”
She had turned away but whipped back around. “What? Why?”
With a forced grimace, Charles explained, “I was up late last night.” Which was the truth. “Working on my schedule for this semester,” he added for effect. “I’m really tired.”
“Oh. Okay.” Stephanie shrugged. “Well, I didn’t really want this to turn into a daily thing.”
“I agree.” But she still walked away disappointed. Nor did she think anything unusual when her mother did not come home as early as she had been.
Tracy did not question what the kids were doing—or not doing—when she did finally arrive. But she could tell that her daughter was put out.
“Charles was too tired from being up late last night,” Stephanie volunteered with obvious annoyance on her voice.
Tracy nodded her understanding, but also felt guilty at being the reason for his late-night fatigue. “I do seem to recall seeing his lights on late,” she said to maybe ease her daughter’s misery.
“What were you doing up that late?”
“Oh, uh, just getting some water,” she quickly thought to say. And then to quickly change the subject, “Let’s fix dinner.”
And then it became just another night at home.
* * *
Stephanie did attempt to visit her brother later at night, but he heard her coming and feigned sleep. He felt bad because his sister was so hot, and fucking her had been fun and satisfying, but he had a late-night visit of his own planned for later.
However, he had to wait later than he hoped until he was certain his sister was asleep. Unfortunately, by that time, his mother was asleep also. Peeking in the door to her bedroom, there was enough ambient light for him to enter and approach her bed to confirm she was sleeping. Her steady breathing convinced him, but he couldn’t help just watching her. She really was very attractive. He didn’t know why he had not noticed before.
The longer Charles stood there; he couldn’t help but gently uncover her to get a glimpse of her gorgeous body. She didn’t move, and he was surprised to see her wearing a short, dark nightie with nothing underneath. It was gathered around her waist, exposing her sweet pussy. The temptation was too great not to reach out and touch it. And that actually turned into tenderly stroking it. Getting carried away, he slipped a finger inside her.
He heard her whimper, but not awaken.
With his free hand, he stuck it inside his boxers to stroke his cock as he slipped another finger in his mother’s pussy.
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