Carol (Carol Schmidt Series) Read Online Free Page A

much
of it into his mouth as he could. Occasionally she whispered to him, telling
him to keep on doing just exactly what he was doing, although it didn’t seem as
if he needed much encouragement.
    She raised herself up on her knees, swaying as he licked and groped
her tits. And, boy, was he good! That’s why his pickup site did such good
business, he was one hell of a performer. There was no doubt about it; Brad was
very good at his job indeed. What he still didn’t know, however, was that Carol
was absolutely brilliant at hers.
    By now he was kneeling in front of her, head bowed, his knees wide
apart to bring himself down level with her chest. Beneath him she could see his
cock dangling there, its foreskin rolled forward like a hood. But as he
lavished expert attention on her breasts, the foreskin began to retract and his
fat purple bulb came slowly out, like a snake emerging stealthily from its
hiding place, looking for its next meal.
    Just as the thought of fucking him entered her mind, she felt
something between her legs. One of his hands was reaching through, running his
fingers from the small of her back right between her butt cheeks and through to
her pussy, which he explored with agonizing delicacy, before drawing his hand
all the way back up between her butt. He did this five or six times, each time
a little harder, his hand easing a way between the cheeks and tickling the bud
of her anus fleetingly on its way back to her sex. And each time he did it, her
juices spread a little further along the crack, until her whole ass was wet.
    “I want to taste you,” he said.
    There wasn’t any argument about it. Immediately, he was lying on his
back, his head toward the foot of the bed. She straddled him obediently,
spreading her legs wide and lowering herself down until she was just inches
above his mouth. Then she rested her forearms on the bed, on either side of his
hips, took his cock in her mouth, and closed her eyes.
    His hands held her buttocks as if they had been designed for that
job and nothing else. The fingers sank into the flesh, and he pulled the
buttocks apart, then pushed and squeezed them against each other in a slow
rotating motion, loving the soft, pliable feel of them as he squeezed and
kneaded them in and out of shape.
    She felt his breath on her sex, and he was mumbling to himself,
admiring her, holding her ass up, and making sure the camera got the very best
shots of her rear end. The bastard! The filthy bastard, she said to herself.
But she didn’t mind, not really. She knew this would happen, and she was loving
it. She’d take just what she wanted from the horny prick. That, after all, was
her job.
    His penis was almost fully rigid now. Mind? she asked herself as she
ran her tongue around the swollen glans. On the contrary. She wanted to give
him the best night of his life. He deserved that, at least. So with one hand
caressing his scrotum, she sucked him back to full strength.
    The forceful way he held her ass was in contrast to the way he began
to touch her sex. At first she felt only tiny flashes of sensation, momentary
tingles as the tip of his tongue brushed the very edges of her vulva. Once or
twice he flicked her clit too, so lightly that it might have been a feather. He
was teasing her, making her pussy crave more, until the absence of greater
stimulation was a sort of ecstatic torture. She knew how wet she must be now.
Yet he was hardly touching her.
    Gradually, though, she felt the point of his tongue run part way
along her sex, nudging the lips with infinite care, one then the other, as if
the hot slit in between them was forbidden territory. Then he placed his tongue
at the lowest point and let it remain there, like an animal of prey patiently
waiting for the inevitable assault.
    How long? She had no idea. His hands dug even deeper into her ass,
and he pulled her a little further down onto him. Then he finally slid his
tongue inside her. She spread her legs until they could go no