A Circle of Sixes Ch. 07

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"But, you didn't do that?"

"No. How could I when the tramp was my own daughter! Since that time, I know that they spend an inordinate amount of time in the den alone."

As Carol described this tawdry situation, she slowly collapsed against my chest. By easing down onto the floor, I brought both of us into a prone position. I put my lips up close to Carol's ear and whispered to her,

"Carol I am going to fuck you!"

She didn't respond in any way. So, I rolled over in between her legs, got up onto my knees and lifted her legs up onto my shoulders. It sounded to me as if Carol was softly sobbing, but I wasn't sure. She was so wet and open that pushing my phallus into her coynte presented no difficulty whatsoever. In just a few heartbeats, I was through her vagina and the head of my phallus was pushing into her uterus. I couldn't help but think that she was enjoying this invasion for she had not uttered another word. Then I knew! Her legs, which had been resting upon my shoulders suddenly shifted to around my waist and she gave a mighty pull that completely buried my phallus in her coynte and her hips began a frenzied up-and-down motion. It was unclear to me just who was doing the fucking.

"Carol, now that my phallus has entered your coynte, you belong to me. Your desire to continue fucking me will never wane, but grow stronger at time passes."

"Yes John!"

Somehow, the seduction of this budding nympho had increased my inner excitement so my first orgasm was not long in coming. I blew quite a wad of jism into her coynte and that triggered her come. As was my custom, I did not remove my phallus from within her coynte. We lay there joined by our genitals until I felt her begin those inner movements again. I almost laughed. This was so bizarre. She had so strongly reproved others for doing just what we were doing only now it was her belly that was being plumbed. Our second orgasms took a little longer to rage through our bodies, but they were, if anything, even more vicious than the first ones.

"Roll over, Carol. I intend to fuck you in the ass!"

Once more, I was surprised with her unquestioning acquiescence. She didn't object in any way. She merely rolled over onto her belly and lifted her ass as high up as it would go. She was adopting the perfect position for being fucked in the ass! I wondered:

"Who has been using this hole?"

That she had been fucked often in the ass became even more apparent when I slid my phallus into her hole. True, my phallus was wet with her coynte juices, but, even allowing for that, this entryway offered no hindrance whatsoever to my entrance. My phallus head slid into her puckered hole and beyond. It wasn't halted until it encountered her sphincter and then it was just a momentary halt.

"Deeper, John! Go deeper!"

So deeper I went until my pubic hair was plastered against her buttocks. As I began the in-and –out motion of my phallus, she kept repeating,

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuccccckkkkkk! Fuuuuucccccckkkk!"

And she came!

I fucked her ass three more times and she came each time with me. That Carol was a nymphomaniac was no longer in doubt. That she was one screwed up female was also not in doubt. I thought to myself that she must have led a terrible life when she was torn between acknowledging her basic sexual drive and, at the same time, trying to uphold her religious training. I chuckled as I realized that I was bringing this disparity to an end. From this moment on, she would find that she was truly a nymphomaniac and not a pious little school girl. That she would return to again taste my phallus was not in doubt and I knew that when she did come for more fucking, I would induct her into the circle. Then, another thought hit me. Was I, indirectly, doing Richard a very big favor by destroying his wife's inhibition against, 'dirty' sex'?

As we parted company – Carol was out on the floor – I also thought of something else.

"Don't forget that daughter. She is a candidate for inclusion in the circle just as well as her mother. I wonder? How many daughters does carol have?"

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