Chapter 5

She was trapped in the garage, ambushed there as she was starting to get into the car. He came out of the shadows swiftly, and before she could do more than gasp, was in the seat beside her.

“Carey! What—”

He threw an arm around her neck and pulled her face to his. His lips were warm, his tongue a fiercely demanding probe, both wet and hurried. Her tits came against his hard young chest, and even though she struggled to push him away, the nipples lifted in anticipation.

“Carey—what’s the matter? Everyone’s home now, and we can’t—”

“We have to,” he whispered. “I can’t stand it any longer, Mrs. Abbott; I have to fuck you again, right away, or go out of my head.”

“But not here, Carey—we can’t—somebody might come into the garage at any moment, and—”

His hands were at her breasts, fondling and squeezing, and he was pushing the slim stiffness of his rock-hard prick against her thigh. Despite herself and the logic that said she should try to convince the boy to leave right away, Regina was aroused by the desperation of his need, the boyish urgency that could not be without her.

It was wonderful to be wanted and needed this badly, that he would face the chance of discovery rather than do without screwing her for another minute.

His hands moved from her breasts to her thighs, and one thrust hungrily between them. She spread them for him, feeling a tingle in her belly as he cupped her mound, even though it was constricted behind nylon panties.

She said, “Carey, can’t you wait just a little while? I’m supposed to be going shopping now.”

He was nuzzling into her tits, his breath coming warm between them, penetrating the thin silk of her blouse. “No. I cant wait; I waited all night, going crazy, jacking off, even; and if I can’t fuck you right here and right now, I’m going to come in my pants. Just touching you does that to me; you’re so beautiful and warm and sexy.”

She stroked his hair, and before she knew it, was lifting her ass so he could work the panties down over her legs. But in the car, here in the garage where anybody might pop in? It had to be, the chance had to be taken, because it was too late now for backing out, and her pussy was throbbing with damp eagerness. It was nice, to be so desired, to be so important to someone, especially to a boy as young as this and just coming into manhood.

His finger slipped into her cunt, and Regina twitched in response, her ass hiking itself and her pussy lips spreading in readiness, going all greasy and hot. She kissed him, pulling his head up and his face away from her tits to do it; she ran the length of her tongue into his mouth, trying to reach the back of his throat. He gasped and his finger worked in her pulsing cunt.

Then she pulled his tongue into her own mouth, where she sucked on it. The feeling must have freaked the boy out, for she felt him flinch and heave, felt his finger jerk within the folds of her pussy. Regretfully, she broke the kiss, but only to swing her leg up and over him.

“Pull down your jeans and open your legs,” she said. “I’ll lift up and straddle you; that way we can work your lovely young prick up into my cunt. I’ll just sit down on it and force your meat right into me. But we’ll have to fuck fast, darling. Someone could see us.”

Carey Baker was too busy for talking; he was taking a grip on the smooth cheeks of her ass as she straddled his body and took hold of his cock. Guiding it deftly into the opening of her hairy slot, Regina slid downward as the head penetrated, and felt the length of his hard young shaft ease into her vagina. She came to rest tightly against his pelvis, and he hunched up at her pussy as she ground on his prick.

Her tits were against his face, and he mouthed damply at them through her blouse. But she was beyond caring about the appearances as she wiggled on his delightful cock, as she lifted her ass and drove it down again. Her fingernails dug into the boy’s shoulders, and she screwed him more savagely than she had before, really fucking him hard and dirty.

Carey matched her thrusts, driving his prick up into her as she gyrated her ass and clamped down with her vaginal muscles. She was juicy inside, and his rod slid thrillingly in the oils.

He went uh-uh-uh! and she felt him stiffen out, felt the telltale expansion of the head of his prick, and hurried her own stroking to catch up with his orgasm. Carey let go in her pussy, fired out a jet stream of semen that hissed boiling against her womb and drenched the walls of her cunt.

His cock jerked and bucked, letting out the discharges, spitting one burst of come after another. Regina slithered her cunt in the greasy stuff, wiggled and squirmed, and felt her own climax bursting deep within her vagina, felt her clit flex and quiver.

“I’m coming, darling!” she said into the top of his head, into the soft hair waved darkly there. “Oh, you gorgeous boy! What a wonderful young cock—oohh, Carey! Ohh!”

It was good, tearing softly at her snatch and squirting hotly through her belly, making her thighs snap taut and her ass clench its cheeks. Carey clung to them, held her ass close as if he was afraid to ever let go.

Sighing, she realized it was up to her to break it up, or this young stud would try to fuck her all day long. Prosaic though it might be, she still had shopping to do. So she put weight upon her feet and lifted; his prick came sliding creamily out, and she knew there was semen on her mound, wetting the hairs, and drawn in a sticky trail down the inside of one thigh.

“So quick,” he breathed, and she said, “Sorry.”

Whipping up her panties, she blotted at her wet mound with them, let them snap into place and hoped her skirt would hide the stains. She said, “Carey, you’re a doll and I love you, but you must leave now. I’ll try to see you tomorrow.”

“That’s a long time off, and my father will probably get to you first.”

She sat behind the wheel again and patted his cheek. “Pull up your jeans, darling, even though it’s a shame to hide such a beautiful young prick. And don’t be jealous of your own father—or of my husband, either. I have enough hot sex to go around for all of you. It’s just a matter of juggling it all around and finding time for everyone, without letting at least two of them know. You and I know that we’re fucking, but your father and my husband don’t know. You know that I’m also screwing your daddy, but my husband doesn’t know that, either. And for now, I’d like very much to keep it that way.”

He adjusted his pants and tucked in his tee-shirt. “I just wish we didn’t have to hide and sneak, that we could all fuck you whenever we want.”

Regina said thoughtfully, “So do I, darling. It would be so much easier on us all, and it would be honest. I wonder what we can do about it.”

Carey Baker got out of her car, but leaned his forearms on the window and said, “Maybe we could get my mom to go for your husband.”

Regina stared at him. “Your—mother? You wouldn’t mind that, knowing that your very own mother was fucking another man?”

He looked away, his cheeks turning red. “No, I guess not. The idea kind of turns me on, even. And if Mom did screw Mr. Abbott, then my father couldn’t get mad about it—since he’s screwing you.”

“That’s right,” Regina said slowly. “In fact, that’s a very good idea, Carey. Your mother is a beautiful woman, and I imagine that my husband has been eyeing her for some years now, but without ever getting up the nerve to lay a hand on her. Yes, I think that Bill could very easily be seduced by Stella—but she would have to take the initiative; he doesn’t have the guts to start anything with her.”

He said, “I guess you have to start it off. Maybe you could talk to Mom, or something.”