She hoped that this heralded a change in the pattern of their sex life, a switch in the routine.
How wonderful to get fucked like this every morning! But still – she simply had to wonder what had made Jonathon so extra horny this morning, and the night before.
CHAPTER TWO
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 kid, 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, incestuous 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.