You should start off by reading Carol's Joy is Boys Chapter 1 first.
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Carol awakened before daylight, her belly tingling with the familiar need to which she had become accustomed during her months with Harry. She could remember but few mornings when the hunger had not been they're, tingling her labia and reaching far back inside the tight channel with little fluttering of desire. Harry had insisted that she was oversexed. Women, he proclaimed, were not supposed to enjoy sex. They were, in his twisted opinion, designed to serve as little more than receptacles for the male ejaculation. He had even objected to the answering thrust of her hips on those few occasions when he had slid his diminutive organ into her avid cunt.
Sleepily, she rolled onto her side, her hand falling lightly across the slab like belly of the blond youth who lay beside her. The warmth of his muscular body reminding her that she was no longer a housewife, and that the rearing organ that arched just below her slender wrist was hers for the taking. The boy had proved that by the repeated volleys of thick cream he had poured into her pussy during the long night.
She stretched her lush body, her fingers sliding about the hot hardness of the young cock. Feeling it respond to her touch with a throbbing jerk of readiness. The boy's head rolled on the pillow, his blue eyes opening lazily to drift down over her naked body.
"I thought I was dreaming." He whispered, moving his hips to slide his prick through her clenched fingers. "It doesn't seem possible that you're here in bed with me."
She pulled his hand over to press it between her thighs, sighing as his middle finger invaded the slippery trough and went into her vaginal lips. Moving inside the soft folds in a gentle exploration. She slid her face closer and licked the tip of his nose.
"I think I'll adopt you," she murmured, working her hips to increase the pleasure of his probing digit. Her own hand beginning a slow stroking of his pulsating prick. Her teeth flashed in a teasing smile. "Wonder how many times we could screw before you'd get tired of my pussy?"
"I'd never get tired of it," he assured her. "Jesus! How could I? It's so hot and slick, and you make it wiggle and squeeze when my cock's in there."
"Any pussy can do that," she reminded him. "You'd find some fifteen-year-old girl and lose all interest in me."
He was moving to mount her, and she angled her long legs to welcome his lithe hips. Steering his ridged cock into the juicy grip of her eager slit. Holding her breath as the hardness slid between the sensitive tissues and expands her vagina with its pulsating bulk. God! It was good to wake up to a hard prick!
After a leisurely-consumed breakfast, Carol left the youth in the room while she drove into the nearby shopping plaza and purchased several items of clothing. Insisting, upon her return, that he try them on for her inspection. He was still a little bashful, but it was obvious that he enjoyed the admiring eyes that swept up and down his naked body with each disrobing.
Settling for a pair of tan slacks and an open-collared shirt, he helped her gather up the scattered items. Closing the lid on the suitcase and turning to take her in his arms for a long kiss that brought his cock throbbingly erect against her grinding belly.
"I wonder how many times you could come," she smiled. "I screwed me all night."
His sensual mouth curved in an embarrassed smile. "I thought you liked it."
"That's not the word, lover," she breathed. "My God! You could make a fortune with that big cock!"
He looked confused. "You mean women pay for things like that?"
"Women and men," she replied. "Hell, Randy. There are male prostitutes, just like there are female whores."
"Yeah," he frowned. "But you said men."
"Don't tell me you never had a man make a pass at you?"
He blushed. "I guess so. I just pretended I didn't know what they meant."
"Your education," she said gently, forcing her body away from his "has been sadly neglected. We'll have to remedy that."
The highway narrowed and began winding climb into the foothills of the tall mountains that shaped the natural border of Tennessee and the Carolinas. Carol switched off the air conditioner and rolled down the windows, letting the cool breeze sweep through the car. Shoving her short skirt high up on her luscious thighs.
Randy squirmed in the seat beside her, his crotch bulging with the swift hardening of his young cock. She deliberately angled her legs and gave him a wet-lipped smile.
"I didn't wear any panties, Randy," she said in a sultry tone. "I thought you might want to play a little."
The boy glanced at the road, then back at the inviting juncture of her thighs. "Are you sure it's okay?"
"Hell!" she chuckled. "I've fingered myself off at eighty miles an hour. Go on! You've got my clit hard as a rock!"
Gingerly, he extended his hand and caressed the sleek skin of her thigh, working upward to the hem of her short skirt. Pushing it aside to tease the bushy clump of dark curls, one finger parting the silk curtain and sliding up and down the moist crease of her labia.
"Ummmm!" she sighed, lifting her hips. "That feels good! Stick your finger in there, Randy! Don't be afraid of it!"
The stiffened digit parted her vaginal lips and wiggled into the tight embrace, massaging the slippery walls. Working its way in and out until Carol was panting with pleasure.
She spied a dirt road angling from the highway, braked the Lincoln and guided it between the heavily leaved bushes until they were out of sight from the highway. Just ahead they could hear the musical sound of a mountain stream, its liquid melody blending with the trill and chirp of the colorful birds that flitted through the tall trees.
Cutting the engine, Carol gently removed his fingers from between her legs, raising it to her lips and sliding the moistened digit into her mouth, lapping it with her warm tongue.
The boys eyes widened in surprise. "Jesus!" he whispered, "I never heard of that!"
Releasing his wrist, she asked, "Don't you like it?"