A DIRTY DOG DOES GERMANY CH. 05

Randy and Carol were some friends that Mandi and I partied with in Germany for a couple of years. They also bowled in our battalion bowling league, and we visited each other's homes quite often. We actually got fairly close, often going places on the weekends on the train, visiting other towns and enjoying the sights. We also went to some German Fests in some of the towns surrounding Heilbronn.

Randy was a stocky guy from Minnesota. I don't remember where they were from but I seem to recall that they were from a small town near the St. Paul/Minneapolis area. Randy was quite a joker, loving to pull practical jokes. He was also an avid chess player, albeit not a very good chess player. He also had another habit he wasn't very good at: gambling on football.

Randy would buy squares on a football board I ran, and also make side bets with me based on the Vegas line for the point spread. Since I was almost out of the loan sharking business now, I would run my own little bookmaking business during the football and basketball season. People would bet against the spread, and after some practice, I found that I could win consistently simply because the odds were stacked in my favor.

I really liked the parlay cards, which I made myself from looking at the point spreads when they first came out in a sports magazine I subscribed to. I had a steady group of customers who would play 3, 4, and 5 game parlay cards. I don't think I paid more than one or two winners a season, and they received a lot of word of mouth publicity. This kept a lot of guys coming to place bets with me.

Carol was also a case in point when it came to Catholic girls. Let me describe her physically though, just to get on track. Carol was slender verging on skinny. If it weren't for large puffed out nipples, she wouldn't have had breasts. She had a small, boyish ass. Her legs weren't bad but tended to the very slender side as well. She was really quite cute, though, with longish, straw colored hair she would do up in big, loose curls.

She and Randy had met when he was in college and she was attending a catholic prep school. They hit it off immediately, and both found a love of the rock group Meatloaf. they did such an excellent take-off of "Paradise By the Dashboard Lights"that they won a contest at Randy's fraternity one time with their efforts. Otherwise, she was quite the prude Catholic girl.

One time when we were partying together, I had a chance to talk to her personally, and she told me about some of the guilt trips she brought with her from the school she attended. She was also somewhat sexually repressed. She told me that she and Randy had a good sex life, but Randy seemed to differ with her description of good. He told me one time in a half trashed state that Carol was unenthusiastic at best and cold at worst.

I'm no therapist but I do enjoy a challenge. I decided that while Carol wasn't necessarily a target I would normally try to tap, I might be able to loosen her up. What I didn't know for quite some time was that she was really hot for me.

One night after they left our apartment, Mandi, in a half drunk state, told me it bothered her that Carol was always drooling over me. I reassured her that I had no idea, and even if I had, I wasn't into her, and wouldn't act on it.

Mandi wasn't especially satisfied, but considering her state, I knew a fight would ensue if I didn't do a good job of placating her. But the information helped me devise a plan to see if I could get Carol into the sack.

In Germany, the Super Bowl didn't come on TV until after midnight. So everyone arranged to take Monday off so we could stay up and watch the game. We partied at Randy and Carol's house, and had a designated driver for us so we wouldn't have to worry about the German Polizei. We came to the party with another couple, Rob and Kelli. To be sure, Kelli is another good story. Look for her in the next chapter.

Carol didn't know that Randy had made a rather large side bet with me. As a matter of fact, the "Guy Secret" was that everyone in the room had side bets with me. That was another reason why I liked the Super Bowl. That was also why Mandi liked the Super Bowl, ever since I had made several thousand dollars in side bets the year the Oakland Raiders beat the Washington Redskins.

Mandi trusted my judgment. Plus the fact that I consistently won on parlay cards, an extremely rare occurrence, left her mind at ease so she could enjoy the game. She also knew the point spread and it made the game interesting for her to look ahead and see what could happen to make or break the spread.

While most of the partiers were in the living room watching the pre-game festivities, I was in the kitchen with Carol helping her with the refreshments. Mandi and I had made some good munchies food, and some other couples had brought party items, and Carol was finishing her contribution. I took care of getting everything warmed and set up.

The kitchen was offset 90 degrees from the dining/living area, so when you stood in the door to the kitchen, you had to look around a cabinet to the right to actually see into the kitchen proper. While Carol was working on turning something she had on a large baking sheet in the oven, she had her butt stuck out in the air. I had a couple of beers under my belt, and remembering what Mandi had said, I casually walked up behind her, gently grabbed her hips and slowly humped my crotch up and down her butt.

I wasn't sure what to expect, but what Carol did surprised me. After shutting the oven door, she suddenly turned around, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. Wow, I thought, 'She does have the hots for me!' I grabbed at her slender butt and we ground crotch for a few seconds. I broke away, telling her that we needed to finish getting the food ready. I whispered that I would talk to her later about what went on. She smiled conspiratorially told me she would look forward to that.

I set up all the food on the dining room table, and everyone leaped into the spread. Carol continued cooking another run of bratwurst and kraut while I helped everyone with refills. A couple of times I was interrupted by some of the guys wanting to know if the spread had changed, and would I consider upping their bet (sure), and one of two who had cold feet wanted to lower their bet (no way)!

Once the National Anthem sounded, everyone settled into their seats for the kickoff. I went into the kitchen to refill some dip and found Carol getting something from the small pantry in the corner of the kitchen. I slid over to her and quickly slipped my arms around her waist. She was slightly startled until she looked up at me, and then smiled and dived in for another kiss. She gripped my waist tightly and rubbed against with a sense of urgency.

"We can't keep meeting like this," I joked.

"Why not?" she said with a leer.

"People are beginning to talk. And Mandi is watching me closely. I just wanted you to know that I am interested in seeing where you want to go with this. Why don't you call me at work on Tuesday?"

She just nodded and I noticed that someone was headed into the kitchen, but was looking back toward the TV. She slipped under me and went back to the oven and I casually picked up some canned nuts to refill the bowl. As I walked by her one time I casually grabbed her ass and squeezed, dragging my hand slowly away. She retaliated soon by subtly giving me a crotch rub as we passed each other by the dining room table.

The Super Bowl was actually a good game, and ended as I had hoped and expected. I beat the spread, and there was only one person in the room who had actually beaten me heads up, but only because I gave him some charity so he would come back for more. As I moved around the room collecting bets from the guys who had brought cash with them, I noticed Carol had cornered Randy well away from everyone else, and was in his face.

Randy must have spilled the beans, because she was quietly but angrily in his face, and looked ready to kill him. Someone called to them that they were leaving, and they stopped the discussion. Most of the party headed for the door. Mandi and I stayed, along with Rob and Kelli, who had ridden with us. We helped clean up. Carol was obviously livid and didn't want to talk to anyone.

As we were finishing up, Carol and Mandi had a little tete-á-tete in the kitchen. Carol told Mandi how much money Randy had actually bet, not only with me, but with a couple of other people. After their brief conversation, Mandi pulled me aside and asked me if I intended to collect from Randy. The look on my face said it all.

"He's a big boy, and better take responsibility for his actions," I told Mandi. "I don't have any sympathy for him, and I tried to tell him he was betting long on a short wallet."

Mandi started to say something else to me but I quickly touched her lips with my index finger.

"He has the money, and he's trying to scam Carol to give up some of her cash. She makes double what he makes, and she doesn't pay any of the bills. Plus, he has been squirreling away some cash just for this event. So leave the sympathy and congratulate me. Our so called friends just paid for our trip to Amsterdam!"

"You're joking," Mandi blurted out.

"Nope," I replied, "and you can bet I will be booking our trip Tuesday."

Mandi smiled and said, "I hate when you do this, but if you can keep doing as well as you have been, don't stop!"

Well for my sweet little lady, money was talking and bullshit was walking. She wasn't ragging me about Carol either, so I took it as a plus. We helped finish cleaning up the last of the mess, and headed for the car. Rob and Kelli would be staying with us, so with Mandi driving, we headed home.

On Tuesday morning I went to MWR to book the tour of Amsterdam for Mandi and me, and on the way back, got to thinking about Carol. I wasn't sure what would happen with her, and since she was a guilt ridden Catholic girl, I wasn't sure how I would handle her. I wondered if she had a kink of any kind. Still musing about Carol, I wandered into my office just in time for the phone to ring. It was her!

I tried to be cool, talking very businesslike since some of my soldiers were in ready earshot of the conversation. She was casual too. I asked if we were on for lunch, and she seemed to have been caught off guard. But she quickly recovered and said that Thursday would be good. I could pick her up at the small kaserne where she was currently working. After a quick confirmation about the time, I hung up.

I didn't think too much more about it until I picked Carol up in my car. There was a small park with a couple of fish ponds, and some walking trails right near the kaserne where she worked. I brought some fruit and bread, and some German cold cuts. We sat in the car and ate. I washed my meal down with a Hofbrau, she opted for mineral water.

Carol was almost all business in the conversation. I began to wonder why I was even there, when she finally looked at me and smiled, and asked me an interesting question.

After a moment's hesitation, she asked, "Do you think I'm a prude?"

I really didn't know what to say, but decided to be honest, saying in reply, "I doubt I would ever describe you as a prude, but I don't consider you a wild and crazy woman, either. What makes you ask that?"

She reached over and took my beer, and after a long draw, sighed and asked, "Can I be honest with you?"

I wondered where this would go, but decided to be the wonderful listener that so many women loved, and told her, "I hope you will be brutally honest with me, no holding back, and rest assured that not a word you say to me will ever be repeated. I want you to be comfortable, even feel secure with me."

She smiled the kind of smile that said 'God you are so wonderful.' She took the beer again and after a quick swallow, began an interesting narrative.

"The first thing I have wondered about is something Jill told me one time after several of us girls got a little drunk and were talking about sex. Everyone else was spilling up stuff their old men did, or tried to do (she paused to giggle), and Mandi would join the conversation and avidly talked about everything but anything concerning you. When I asked Jill if she noticed that, Jill told me that Mandi didn't want to say anything good because she knew that someone would want to get close to her old man just to see if she was lying. I thought Jill was crazy, but later I was talking to Mandi and she did everything but confirm that."

"I told her I thought you were cute, and she probably never worried about getting good sex, and she got so defensive. This kinda excited me. I never thought you would make a move on me but I was so glad you did. Now, I'm not so sure."

I went along and asked, "Why not so sure?"

"Well," she continued, "you were right. I am an uptight Catholic girl who has had a guilt trip pounded into her for years. I am already feeling guilty for even meeting you here. That doesn't mean we can't have some fun, or whatever, but it means I have to go slow, take things at my own pace. Plus, what makes this so bad to me is that Randy is the only guy I have ever had sex with. I waited until we were married, and so far it has been okay, but I just feel there is something else to it."

"And I saw that when you looked into my eyes. That wasn't someone who is nice, that is someone who is honestly horny, and you looked all the way inside me and saw I wanted to get horny, wanted to feel some honest lust. I can't seem to do that with Randy."

I wasn't there for a segment of the Oprah show, so I gently stroked her cheek and whispered, "Don't worry about anything. We will take things at your pace, and do what you want to do."

"God, you are so sweet for such a rotten bastard," she shyly whispered.

I leaned over, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and moved in for a kiss. Carol really liked kissing and I obliged. I was soft at first, then urgent. I would back away slightly, and then bore in even more passionately. She positively melted under this treatment. Finally I began to slowly work my hand down the front of her pants.

She moaned as I continued to gently but firmly use my tongue to lash at her tongue, then kissed around her face only to return to her mouth. I finally slipped my hand down inside her panties until I felt hair. She had a full, uncut patch of pubic hair. But I didn't linger, easing further down to gently tease her clit.

Her little joy button had come to life quickly, and I gently rolled it with the tip of my index finger, while simultaneously thrusting my tongue into her mouth with more urgency. She was brutally hot, especially since she was also wearing panty hose. This kept me from doing as good a job on her clit as I wanted.

I left her clit, easing my hand further down into her pants and slowly penetrated her pussy with my middle finger. She was sopping wet and stiffened when I slid the finger in. She moaned delightedly under this manual pressure. After a short respite, I returned to her clit.

She seemed to want to never stop kissing, and I went with the flow, working her clit gently but firmly. She pushed back toward my hand, while keeping her hands around my neck and face. She started moaning quietly in a steady tone. She began to move her hips around in small circles, and seemed to be headed for an orgasm. That's when she collapsed away from me, slipping my hand from her pants.

She lay back against the passenger door, panting and gasping. I got another sip of beer and watched her closely. Her erratic breathing soon settled down to slow panting. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Oh God, please don't be mad at me," she whined plaintively.

I put on curious look and replied, "I couldn't be mad at a beautiful, sexy woman."

She looked startled for a second, and then flushed a deep red.

"Me, sexy?" she asked.

"Yes, and you sold yourself short, too. I don't expect you to ever do that again," I chided.

She looked away, and then busied herself with straightening her clothing.

After looking at herself in the visor mirror, she quietly told me, "I need to get back to work. I have a class at 1330."

I started the car, and just before putting it in gear, I told her quietly but coldly, "Is that why you stopped yourself from having an orgasm."

She looked at me, crushed and ridden with guilt. She stammered a moment, and then got quiet. She took another sip of my beer and then dug into her purse for some chewing gum. Still mute, she went back to the visor mirror and collected herself. She refreshed her make-up as I drove, and as I headed in the gate of the kaserne, she touched my arm.

"I'm sorry. I told you I feel guilty about almost everything."

I paused for a moment before saying, "You only get one chance to let the guilt keep you from having real pleasure. If you can't fight through it and find out what you're missing, I will give up on you."

She gasped and grabbed my arm with both hands, pleading, "Please don't do that. I really want to know what fun I can have with sex, what it can really be like."

I smiled gently at her and told her, "I am patient, but I am not Job."

"I know," she whispered, "but I promise I am trying and I honestly want to learn. Okay?"

"Okay," I told her softly.

As I pulled up in front of her drop off point, I leaned over to her and softly said, "Before we are through, I will give you an orgasm with my fingers, with my tongue, with my cock in your pussy, and maybe even with my cock in your ass. You will want to find more nasty things to do."

She looked aghast, like I had slapped her. But then her look softened, and finally, as she opened the door, she smiled softly.

"I hope so," she said quietly.

With that, she shut the door and headed into the building.

She called me after she finished work that afternoon and asked me if we could have lunch again the next day. Since it was a Friday, she had a longer break between classes, and would not be so worried about getting back from lunch. Since I pretty much could take some extra time if I needed, I told her that would be fine.

She met me at her car, and after tossing a bag inside, she locked up and climbed in beside me. We drove without speaking to the small park. I drove into the small parking area by the upper fish pond, easing my car into a small alcove of trees and bushes that afforded some privacy. This park was a place for lovers to meet at lunch, I had noticed.

Without a word, I leaned over and kissed Carol deeply, pressing my tongue into her mouth. She responded almost violently, grabbing me around the neck and pulling me to her. I kissed her for a few minutes, getting her warmed up. Then, casually and gently, began to slip her blouse from her skirt. She moved around to assist. I slipped my hand under her blouse and didn't stop until I had pushed her bra up.

As I previously noted, she really had no breasts, just a jutting areole and puffy nipples. But when my fingers reached her nipples, she stiffened slightly. I slowly slid my hand away, only to have her break away from kissing and push my hand back. This was good sign!

I got the other nipple free and alternated between them. She moaned deep in her throat, and continued the kissing. After moving from her nipples, I slowly inched my hand under the waist band of her skirt. She hadn't worn panty hose this time, and without missing a beat, I casually slipped my hand into her panties.

I used most of my hand to gently massage her pubic mound. She continued to moan softly. When she got warmed up to a sweat, I began to gently roll her clit with my middle finger, and soon added my index finger to get her clit rolling in a circular motion. I dipped into her pussy for a few seconds to get some lubrication, and went back to her clit.

She broke away from the kissing, so I kissed down her neckline and down the front of her blouse. She responded by quickly unbuttoning the top four buttons of her blouse. Since I had already pushed her bra up and away from her tiny breasts, I was able to move down and take one in my mouth.

She slumped into the car seat and moaned, "Oh God."

I took that as a good sign and began playing her nipples with my tongue the way I wanted to do her clit. She began to moan even louder, and between the tongue on her nipple and the fingers in her pussy, she began to head for an inevitable orgasm. I hoped she wouldn't stop this time, and I bore in with all the skill I could muster so she would rather let go than stop.

It worked! When the orgasm finally hit, she groaned in a guttural voice deep in her throat, and began to writhe around in the car seat. I could feel a shattering spasm hit her, followed by another smaller one. She suddenly bit into my shoulder.

I shook off the pain, letting her go, and kept sucking on her breasts and maintained the same manual action on her clit. She lurched up and down in the seat a couple of more times, and finally grabbed my arm to pull my fingers from her panties.

I was gratified that she had let go, and while she was laying there trying to catch her breath, I casually took one of her delicate hands and placed it on my cock. She gently rubbed up and down the length for few seconds. Then, she sat up. She began to feel of my cock like she would a vegetable in the market. She looked at me, and never down into my crotch. After a few seconds, she let go, and looked at me very seriously.

"Jill told me you had a big cock. She saw you one time when she and Harry stayed over at your house. She told me that she had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and you were pounding Mandi into the mattress. There was enough light from the apartment building that she could see you pretty well."

I asked, "So is that a bad thing?"

She looked at me with a stern look, and said, "It might be. I know you want to put it in me, but this may take some time. I'm not eager to have my poor little winker split open."

I laughed and said, "First, it's a pussy, or cunt, if you're being nasty. Second, the way you get wet, it won't be a problem."

Carol blushed slightly, and suddenly got a shocked and scared look on her face.

"Did you say something to me about putting that in my bottom! You have got to be kidding me."

I chuckled and got an innocent look on my face, telling her, "Don't get so worried. By the time I am through getting you ready, you'll think it isn't big enough."

"I don't think I could ever get that ready," she scoffed.

"Don't sell yourself short," I quipped.

We shared a small laugh, and she settled back into the seat. I opened a Hofbrau, and we shared it. I got out some brotchens and ham and made her a quick sandwich.

I asked her how she felt, and what had made her let go and have an orgasm.

"Well, I really want to first. What you were doing to me was wonderful and I don't think I could have stopped. When it finally happened, I couldn't believe how good it felt. And to think, I have been denying myself all that fun!"

She sipped some beer and continued.

"Would you think I was foolish if I told you that is only the second time I have ever, you know, felt really good?"

"That was your second orgasm," I asked quickly.

She turned her head away shyly and nodded. I noticed that it was time to get her back to class, so I started the car. We drove in relative silence until we passed the gate of the kaserne. As soon as we cleared the security checkpoint, she leaned over and ran her hand down and slowly stroked my cock.

"I really want to feel you inside me. And the other night, I had a dream that you put it up my bottom. I dreamed that it felt like I was so full that I was going to burst."

'Your dream may be more accurate than you realize," I told her softly.

"I hope so. I am getting more curious every day," she told me.

I just smiled at her and told her that I would see her again soon. I was quickly getting used to lunch with Carol.

To help things advance, I did some reconnaissance around the area. I found a spot well off any trails that was open to the midday sun, and was covered in grass and wild flowers. It would be perfect for a nice outdoor romp, just the kind of place I would guilt trip her out of some of her inhibitions. After this little discovery, I called her. I asked her to wear some pants, and comfy shoes, and try to take a longer lunch than usual.

She was curious but I withheld all but the smallest amount of information. I packed a German lunch; sliced meats, sausages, fresh brotchens, and two beers for each. I also packed a comfortable blanket in the bottom of my basket.

When I told her to get out and walk with me, she was curious. When we left the regular trail, she was even more curious. She followed me closely until we reached the clearing. As we came out in the grass and flowers, she signed and exclaimed about how pretty it was there.

I spread the blanket, and set the basket down. I opened a beer for us to share, and settled in to get comfortable. I removed my uniform shirt, then undid my boots. She watched me for a minute and finally spoke.

"Isn't it a little premature to start undressing," she asked?

"What are you talking about?" I asked back.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure I'm ready to just jump right in," she said shyly.

When I realized what she was assuming, I laughed.

"Listen, no matter what you do, I am getting comfortable. For me that is no clothes, and out here with some rare sunlight and some privacy, I am going to enjoy it while I can!"

She looked away shyly and took a sip of beer. I finished getting undressed. When she looked around, my cock was right at eye level. She quickly looked away again, but I eased over to her face, and gently bumped my cock into her cheek. She turned red, and looked away.

I decided to be more firm, and firmly took her by the chin, turning her head until her nose was almost touching my cock. I stayed like that for a minute, and asked her if she had ever sucked a cock. She shook her head no, and tried to pull away. I kept my firm grip, but made her look right at my cock. After a few seconds, I used one hand to softly stroke my cock just a bare inch from her face, and started to get hard.

She half-heartedly tried once more to look away, but then her eyes grew wide as I stroked my cock to about half erect. I continued to hold her face as I leaned down to kiss her. I pulled away, leaving an even harder cock in her face.

I waited for a few seconds more and finally said, "Now you stroke it."

She looked somewhat frightened, but finally reached up and took my cock in one hand, gently rubbing up and down. The delicate touch was exciting, and I continued to get hard, until the full length was standing tall.

She suddenly blurted, "Good God it's so big!"

I chuckled and said, "The better to stuff your pussy full, my little sweets."

She giggled, and let go of my cock. After another sip, she reached back up and began a close examination. I was curious but kept quiet for a minute. She finally looked up at me.

"You are missing some nice sun and a wonderful feeling," I told her.

"I guess I could take something off," she replied quietly.

She slipped off her shoes, followed by the blouse and pants. She retained her bra and panties. I scrutinized her carefully. She did not pack a Playboy bunny body. Out of her clothes, she was almost anorexic. But I wasn't here to judge, I was there to pound her into the blanket.

We grabbed some food, finishing off the first beer. After a couple of sips of a fresh one, I pulled her down to me and began to kiss her. She loved kissing, and she heated up fast. I slipped my hand down into her panties and noticed she was already wet. She moved against me like a cat needing a rub.

I gently toyed with her clit and she fell back on the blanket, pulling me over her upper body. I continued to play with her clit until she started gasping. I finally broke away from the kiss and told her it was time to join me and Mother Nature.

She sat up slowly and spun on her hips away from me. She dropped the bra quickly and with just a flick of her hands, peeled the panties off. She turned back quickly and cuddled back up to me, not wanting to display her wares. That was fine with me, so I resumed kissing her.

We kissed long and deep. She was beginning to get hot, and I played her clit a little rougher, seeing if I could get her ready. When she finally rolled completely flat on her back, I decided not to wait for her to make any decisions. I casually slid between her legs, opening them wide, never breaking off the kiss. I pressed my cock to her pussy and slid about halfway in.

She moaned through the kiss, and tried to squirm away for a second, but I pressed into her until I felt my cock hit bottom. She groaned deeply and I didn't let up kissing her. She squirmed around a bit as I picked up a slow rhythmic stroke into her pussy. She was sopping wet but nicely tight.

I finally broke away from kissing her and raised up on my arms, looking down to see her with her eyes tightly closed, gasping and moaning softly. I bent down and kissed a nipple, then sucked it into my mouth. I pulled as much breast as she had inside my mouth and tongued her nipple. She grabbed my head and pressed it down.

I reached around with one hand and pulled one of her legs up over my hips. She followed suit with the other, suddenly wrapping both legs around me tightly. I switched breasts even as I picked up the pace. She began to moan louder, letting her mouth drop open. Her face was screwed up like she was in pain, but her reactions told me different.

I wasn't sure if she would actually let go and have an orgasm, but about the time that thought hit my head, she suddenly clenched my arms, gripped me tighter with her legs, and bit her lip. She pushed her head back into the ground, and finally shuddered.

She began softly saying, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" over and over.

Finally she went silent for a second and then let out a deep groan. She writhed around on my cock and I felt her spasms, strong and deep. She rolled her hips in circles on my cock. I watched her make several different fuck faces as she rolled through the last of her orgasm. I enjoyed watching all this. When she was finally spent, she relaxed and I slowed to a stop, leaving my cock deep inside her.

I leaned down and kissed her again. She suddenly grasped my face in her hands and pulled me down, smothering my face and lips with kisses. I let her work until she finally calmed down. When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled shyly.

"Wow," she said honestly.

I chuckled. Her face was relaxed and calm. I looked at her for a minute.

"That was number 3," I said with a smile.

She smiled back and said, "More like 3 through 12."

I laughed lightly, and asked, "So are you ready to relax now?"

She smiled again and said, "I couldn't be more relaxed."

"Good," I exclaimed! "Now leave it that way."

She looked at me oddly, but when I carefully slipped my cock out of her sopping pussy and began to kiss down her stomach, she grabbed my head.

"Don't you dare stop me now," I said defiantly.

"But..." she started to speak.

I quickly put a finger to her lips, and then continued my journey downward. I felt her moving and was about to lock her down when I noticed she had picked up the beer and was taking a sip. I found that a very good sign.

I made my way down to a thicket of pubic hair that covered her entire pubic area in a thick, wiry mat. She had copious amounts of hair that went really high on her abdomen. I wondered if I could ever get her to take some clippers to the forest.

But I pushed through the hair on her pussy lips and sought her clit. I did some quick licks up and down her slit, pausing each time to give her clit some extra attention. When she had finally relaxed and was lying flat, I dived into and took her clit between my lips and surged into my tried and true tongue/lips action. She grabbed my head and for a minute thought she would pull me away, only to press down harder.

I pushed her legs back and stopped the clit action long enough to make a couple of passes down her slit and into her asshole. She jumped when I hit her asshole, but settled back down as soon as I headed back to her clit. After two or three times, she quit being quite so sensitive when I bumped a tongue into her asshole.

While down there, I got a good look at her little ass bud. It was crinkled and hairy, and had a bulging ring of sphincter muscles around the actual hole. But it also relaxed and came open for just a second, giving me a glimpse of a dark interior. I took that as a good sign.

When I returned to her clit, she began to sigh, and then picked up a moaning under her breath. I didn't want to stay in the brush pile all day so I picked up the speed and pressure on her clit. I was rewarded with some squirming and wiggling, and as I inserted my index finger into her pussy, she bounced a couple of times and got a quick orgasm. It wasn't as good as the previous one but an orgasm nonetheless.

Before she had time to recover, I quickly grabbed her ankles and flipped her over on her stomach and pulled her to her knees, pushing down on her back. Without hesitation, I plunged to the bottom in her pussy. She gasped and groaned, and in seconds began panting and moaning.

I plunged into her pussy hard and fast, wanting to get my own orgasm. She moaned and groaned even louder. I pounded away until I noticed that she had laid her head on the blanket and had gotten really quiet. I could see the beginnings of another orgasm coming.

When she went off, I enjoyed it so much I went along right after her. I moaned loudly, enjoying the spasm of hot, sticky semen squirting deep inside her. She must have felt it too, because she shook her ass some more and groaned out loud.

As I was slowly calming down and grinding to a halt, I noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye and quickly looked over. There, standing in the brush, was a Forestmeister, staring right at me with a shit eating grin. I smiled at him, and he gave me quick thumbs up, pointed at my uniform hanging on a couple of low limbs, and gave me a military salute. With that, he disappeared into the brush, never making a sound.

I figured that was enough for this lunch, and slipped out of Carol's dripping pussy. I set my hand on her ass and held her still until I could grab a napkin, and gently wiped her dripping pussy. Her butthole clinched in and out as I wiped, and I enjoyed the visual. At the same time, I finally noticed that she had rather fallow looking skin, pale, several unsightly moles, and a narrow butt. It had looked bigger in her pants.

I didn't care, though, and finally laid her back down on the blanket, noticing that she was still breathing hard. She slowly pushed up on her arms, and finally standing up on her knees, reached over and got the beer. After a sip, she handed it to me. I stood up so my still lightly slickened cock was even with her face, took the beer and took a sip.

I was suddenly shocked by cold hands caressing my balls. Carol was almost absentmindedly playing with them. I let her amuse herself for a minute. She seemed inordinately curious all of the sudden.

"You have really big balls," she finally said.

I chuckled, "The better to fill you with cum, my dear"

She laughed, and I noticed that she was flushed from the neck down to below her breasts. When I pointed down, she noticed too.

"That hasn't happened to me but one other time."

Then, realizing that she had told me she had only had one orgasm in her life before the other day, flushed deeply red and blurted out, "I guess you can figure out what causes that."

I laughed, and finished my beer. I quickly popped open another one and handed it to Carol. She took a shallow sip and gave it back.

"I better be careful. I have to go back to work."

I smirked and said, "If that the case, you might want to douche with it instead of drinking it."

She laughed, and took another sip. She looked around for a second or two, and finally screwed up her face.

"I need to potty," she stated.

"Step off the blanket and let it go," I snapped back.

"I couldn't do that. We're....you know...out here in the open."

I chuckled and said, "Sooner or later you are going to have to give up all those guilt driven inhibitions. This is as good a place to start as any. Now go over there, face me, squat and pee. And you look at me as you do."

She sputtered and stammered.

"No objections, just do it. Don't think about it, just get over there and do it. If you have to close your eyes to get started, that's okay. But you have to look at me."

She was speechless.

"Go," I commanded!

She reacted quickly to the command voice and scurried over to the grass off the blanket and squatted. She tried to avoid letting me see her pussy, so I motioned silently for her to open her legs wide. She was flushed red, and trying not to look at me but finally she closed her eyes, and after a few seconds, a small trickle of urine began to fall. It took a while but soon she opened up a stream.

While she still had her eyes closed, I quickly rose and silently moved to her, taking her face in one hand and stroking my cock toward her mouth with the other. She almost instinctively opened her mouth, and I slipped the head in. She reached up with one hand and grasped my cock and began sucking on it like a baby bottle.

When she finally quite peeing, she sucked my cock a bit more and finally rose. I pulled her naked body tightly against me and hugged her. Carol made some mewing noises and tilted her head up to kiss me. I responded and kissed her deeply. She rubbed against me, causing my cock to stir and harden slightly. She ground her crotch against me even harder. Before I got completely hard, though, I pulled away and told her we had to call it a day.

She looked disappointed, but quietly agreed. She hugged me one more time and told me she had a wonderful time. Before we got dressed, I pushed her down on her knees and went straight to her puckered asshole with my tongue. She gasped and tried to pull away, but I held her tight and tongued her little pucker for a minute or two. She started sighing and moved her hips around. I figured that was enough.

When I pulled away, she whined a little. I pulled her to her feet, giving her a small kiss and told her what to expect next time.

"It's time we took care of your being an anal virgin. So until we meet again, you must masturbate once each day, and think about getting my cock into your little hole. Then use your finger to make it happen."

She looked at me skeptically, but nodded in agreement. We dressed quickly. As we were preparing to leave, she told me she was afraid the higher grass next to the woods would scratch her legs. I walked up behind her, and grabbing her waist, leaned down and hoisted her onto my shoulders. This put her clit pressing into the back of my neck. I leaned down and secured all our gear, and headed to the car.

I let Carol ride my shoulders until we arrived at the car. She had begun to enjoying the rubbing and pressing of her clit into the back of my neck. She asked if I could ride her around the walking trail. I wasn't a pack mule, so I declined.

On the way back to her work, she quietly asked me, "You aren't going to hurt me too bad back there are you?"

I explained that anal sex was an acquired taste for most women, and she might not necessarily like it. But she had to try more than once to find out. I also let her know how I would slowly and carefully get her relaxed enough for penetration. She looked away shyly.

"What you said makes me get kinda hot!" she exclaimed.

I took that of a sign of good things to come. At least I hoped so. We didn't say much on the way back to her work site. I dropped her off around the corner so no one would see her getting out of a strange vehicle! I wondered how long it would be before our next session.

I didn't see or hear from Carol for over a week. I wasn't sure what was up until she called me at my office. She had gotten reassigned for a week of classes at a kaserne just outside Stuttgart, and had been out of the net the whole time.

She quietly told me she had been following my instructions and was looking forward to our next session. She was still too shy to get graphic over the phone, but I decided to see if I could make her blush.

"I can't wait to sink my rock hard cock deep into your tight little ass," I told her quietly.

There was a dead silence on the phone and I thought for a second she had hung up. But then I heard a small gasp, and a sigh.

"You are so mean," she whispered softly into the phone. "Someone just passed me and I bet they are wondering why I am so red faced!"

I just chuckled and told her to get over it. She would have plenty to be red about after we met next time. I also told her that if she tried to keep me from eating her pussy I would roll her over and spank her ass until she screamed. She chuckled.

Uncharacteristically though, she whispered so quietly I almost didn't hear, "What makes you think I wouldn't actually like that?"

It was my turn to be a bit shocked, but whether she was teasing or not, I didn't care. All I knew is that her sweet, skinny virgin Catholic ass was going to be mine soon. We made arrangements to meet, and that was it.

A friend of mine was away on TDY, and had left me keys to his apartment so I could check in on it and water his plants. This gave me a perfect location to finally initiate Carol into the fine art of anal sex. I had her make arrangements to take the afternoon off, and I did likewise.

We hit the apartment, and she was immediately impressed, and I also thought somewhat relieved that we weren't outside again. As soon as we hit the door, I ditched my clothes completely while she was in the bathroom. When she came out she took one look at me and giggled.

"What," I asked?

"You must be in a hurry," she replied.

"Not at all. Just comfortable. How about you," I asked?

I had set out a couple of beers for us, and she took one of them, tipping it up and taking a long, deep draw. Without answering, she began to quickly undress, and was completely naked in a few seconds. She took her beer, grabbed the other one, and came over to the couch where I was sitting. After handing me a beer, she cuddled up against me.

"Hmmm! Looks like I not the only one in a hurry," I teased.

After another long pull on her beer, she smiled and said, "I may not be in a big hurry to get something big and hard in my poor little butt, but I am getting used to not having anything on. I still can't quite do this around Randy. I don't know why, but I just don't feel comfortable with no clothes on around him."

I pondered this as she cuddled against me. She finished her beer and jumped up and headed to get her a refill. As she returned, I noticed that she did actually seem comfortable for the first time. I hoped this bode well for things to come.

When she sat back down, I asked her if she had ever thought about trimming some of her pubic hair. She looked at me shyly and said that Randy had also mentioned it but since she wasn't naked around him but rarely it didn't seem important.

"Do you want to please him, make him feel good," I asked?

She seemed to go into some deep thought, finally saying, "I guess so. But I'm not sure about that if I still have a problem being naked around him."

"But you seem to be just fine around me," I said.

"Well, that's' easy, silly! You are so comfortable being naked yourself, like you have never worn clothes in your life. You make me seem odd with clothes on. It's not like that with Randy. I feel like he wants me to be his personal stripper or something, not cuddle up together naked," she told me.

"That's too bad," I replied, "I bet you guys are missing a lot of fun. Maybe you should get him out of his clothes first."

She thought about this for a moment and finally responded, "Maybe. I could try that. Do you think he would like me better if I trimmed some of my hair?"

"I doubt you could go wrong with a nice trim. Besides, this spring, didn't you tell me that you and Randy were planning to go to the beach in Spain?" I asked.

"This would get you started toward a good bathing suit trim."

She quickly responded, saying, "Good idea. I could surprise him by getting him out of his clothes and then show him my new trim!"

I liked her enthusiasm, and asked, "So would you like a trim?"

She seemed to muse this for a moment, and finally decided, "I think so. I guess I am kinda hairy down there!"

I chuckled at her understatement but didn't say anything. I decided that if she wanted a trim, I would play barber for the day. I rose and took her hand, leading her to the bath. When I got there, I found my boy's clippers, an extra razor, and some lotion. I also noticed some petroleum jelly, and took that too. I handed Carol some towels, and led her back to the living room.

After getting a towel spread out, I dropped to my knees and helped her lay on the towel. I put a guide on the clippers so I would cut all but about ¼" inch of hair, and then I would make a conservative patch that would appear to have been done looking at it from the top, like she would see it.

I pushed Carol's legs wide apart, giving me a clear view of her pussy lips, peaking through the thatch. She was a bit hesitant at first but didn't object. She rose up slightly and took another sip of beer.

I went to work with the clippers, cutting the thick, wiry patch down to a manageable level. Carol watched me curiously. As I got between her legs, trimming the hair from her outer lips, she squirmed a bit.

"That tickles," she whispered.

"Shush," I commanded.

She smiled and kept watching me. After cutting the hair back to a good length, I removed the guide and used the bare blade to trim a shape around the top of her pubic bone. After I was satisfied with the results, I cut the remaining area down to stubble.

Once that was finished, I told her to stay put, and went back to the bathroom for a washcloth and some hot water. I gently wiped her area to be shaved and then applied a thick coat of lotion. Carol kept a curious look on her face and closely observed everything. I quickly but carefully shaved the area outside the trim line I made. She seemed relaxed and stayed very quiet.

Once finished, I wiped the shaved area gently with a warm washcloth and added some more lotion to prevent razor burn. I was satisfied, and she looked 100% better in the pubic area. It was nice to see her pussy without a forest growing over it. Leading her back to the bathroom, I took her inside and closed the door, turning her around so she could see herself in the full length mirror on the back of the door.

She giggled and turned back and forth, looking closely at my barbering job. Then, she grabbed me and kissed me. Turing around once more, she smiled up at me.

"Do you think it looks better down there?" she asked.

"Much, and it looks very edible now!"

She blushed, and then unexpectedly said, "Well, what's holding you back?"

I just cocked my head, grabbed her hand, and almost launched her back to the living room. I quickly pushed her onto her back on the couch, and with no hesitation, dived face first into her pussy. She was already wet, and I went straight to her clit. She sighed and groaned, and ground her hips in a circle.

"Wow, this is so much more sensitive now," she blurted out.

I chuckled again and kept eating her. I got to her clit and quickly pulled it between my lips. She audibly moaned and grabbed my head. She had apparently gotten so turned on by the barbering she was ready for an orgasm. It didn't take long. She writhed and pitched and let go with a wail from deep in her stomach. After two or three good jerks and bounces, she finally gasped and fell back, quickly pushing my head away.

Before she had time to do anything, I quickly slid up to her and dropped my semi-hard cock on her lips. She took it into her mouth and began sucking enthusiastically, although not skillfully. I didn't mind though. She was trying hard.

I waited until she had gotten my cock fully erect and turned her hips toward the edge of the couch. I pushed her legs all the way to the back of the couch and quickly plunged the entire length of my cock into her sopping pussy. Carol shrieked and grabbed my arms while I began pounding roughly into her dripping slot. She was pinned down and couldn't move very much, and took it like a trooper.

I slammed her pussy until she began to wail and cry, finally exploding into a gut wrenching orgasm. I rode through her spasms, and slowed to a halt. She had her eyes tightly shut for a few seconds. She finally opened them and smiled at me.

"You are so rotten," she said lightly.

"Well, I won't do this again," I said defiantly.

She shuddered and rocked my cock until I felt her clench her internal muscles. This felt good, and I would have worked with it but the image of my cock buried in her ass caused me to slowly withdraw. Without saying a word, I turned her around on her knees and pushed her legs widely apart. She buried her face in the back of the couch.

I dived straight to her puckered asshole, and drove my tongue in deep. I kept probing as I sank to my knees behind her. She moaned and groaned, and wiggled her ass around to get more penetration. I put a hand under her and used my thumb on her clit. She reacted quickly, groaning even louder.

As she got into the thumb action, I stopped tonguing her ass and picked up the petroleum jelly. I took a dollop and began to spread it onto her puckered hole. She wiggled back toward my hand. I swabbed the lubricant around and slowly probed a finger around the little opening.

As I was slowly slipping a finger into her dark little hole, I asked, "Did you do what I told you to do back here?"

She moaned and shook her head up and down, signifying yes. I slipped my index finger all the way into her asshole. She moaned again and backed up toward it. I worked it in and out for a couple of minutes, and slowly added a second finger, all the while continuing to massage her clit. She handled the second finger with another moan, and I worked my fingers up and down in her ass.

This went on for a while until I felt her tense up and suddenly rock through a short orgasm. As she was relaxing from that, I stood and placed the head of my cock against her puckered little bud. She pushed back toward me a bit, and the head began to push into her. She pulled away for a second, and then pushed back again. Her asshole slowly began to open under the strain of her pushing.

She started groaning painfully, and loudly, and moved around to try to find a better angle for penetration. It didn't work too well but suddenly my cock head slipped into her asshole. It was tight and buttery warm. She let out sharp cry of pain, groaning and wincing.

"Oh God, it's way too big for me back there. It hurts," she complained.

I quietly told her, "Try to relax, and slowly push back toward me. It will feel better soon."

She pushed back and got about an inch of penetration and stopped, trying to pull away. I held her hips so I wouldn't slip all the way out. She whined and groaned, but dutifully pushed back toward me. She was excruciatingly tight now, and I wanted to drive my cock deep into her ass. I resisted the urge, but I wasn't sure if she would be able to manage getting her slim little butt royally fucked.

"Oh shit, it feel's like you're ripping my butthole apart," she complained.

"Keep moving slowly, and it will get better," I told her.

She pushed back some more, taking about three inches of cock. She groaned painfully. I held her hips and added another inch of cock, quickly eliciting another painful groan. I began to massage her ass cheeks, and she relaxed a bit. The next push did her in, though. She dived away, almost ripping my cock off as she turned with it still partially embedded. She yelped in pain, and fell out on the couch.

"I can't do it," she said flatly.

I didn't answer, but got her beer and gave it to her. She pounded it down, and motioned for a refill. I got us each one and when I returned, she was fingering her asshole and adding some more lube. I watched for a second as she used her index finger to liberally smear around and push another glob into her ass.

I sat down on the couch and slumped down until my ass was almost at the edge of the cushion. I took a sip of beer and watched her turn toward me, her nipples rock hard. She took another long drink of beer.

"I am going to do this. It hurts like hell, but it is so nasty and bad, and I really want to feel it up me back there," she said defiantly.

I gently stroked her face and pulled her to me for a deep kiss. She responded with a murmur and coo.

"I want to feel my cock deep in your ass," I whispered to her.

She shuddered, took another long drink, and finally said, "Now what?"

"Stand up and face away from me," I instructed. "Straddle my legs and lower yourself down until you can sit down on my cock. This way you can take it at your own speed."

I held the base of my cock so it was standing straight up. She gently lowered her ass onto my waiting cock, and when it bumped into her puckered little hole, she stopped for a second. She took a deep breath, exhaled, and slowly eased downward, taking the head into her asshole once more. She winced painfully, but kept pushing. She masterfully pushed until she had about half my cock embedded in her ass, and lifted back up slightly. She slid back down again, groaning painfully.

She reached underneath her pussy and grasped my cock, nudging it to reposition slightly. Satisfied with her effort, she bore down steadily and slowly until she had three-quarters of my cock firmly within her ass.

"It still hurts, but not as bad," she told me. "I want all of it in me."

I patiently waited as she rocked up and down about an inch. After a few seconds of this, she began to take a slight bit more cock with each downward motion, until I hit way up in the top of her rectum. She pulled up quickly, crying in pain.

"Be careful up in there," I told her. "You have to be really relaxed and ready to get it all in."

She shuddered, but tried again, slowly rocking up and down. After a few more strokes, I felt my cock head slowly penetrating further until, with a painful groan, she finally rested her butt cheeks on my groin.

"Good God, I feel like there is a truck up my butt," she exclaimed.

She reached over and got her beer, and tipped it up, finishing it in one long swallow. She turned toward me slightly, and motioned for me to give her my beer. She took it and finished it in a couple of long drinks.

She belched, and groaned, "I need to be a little drunk to do this. Damn it hurts!"

I started to reply, but she leaned forward a bit and put her hands on my thighs, and began to rock up and down slightly. This got a warmth started in my cock that made me want more. In this position I could easily watch Carol slide her asshole up and down my cock, although it was scant few inches of movement. After a few minutes of rocking slowly up and down, she looked around.

"I think maybe I can do it like we started," she said with little confidence.

"Let's try it," I replied.

She gently slid up and slowly dislodged my cock from her asshole. Fortunately it wasn't messy, at least not yet. She turned around on the couch and thrust her ass back toward me almost defiantly. I took aim, nestled my cock against her partially dilated asshole, and slowly slid in. She was still very tight and once again groaned painfully as I pushed deeper and deeper into her ass. Finally I was completely buried.

Carol pressed her face into the back of the couch, and I began to stroke about a third of my cock in and out, slowly, not wanting to hurt her so I wouldn't get to do her ass again. She continued to groan, but didn't stop me so I lengthened my stroke to over half. She moaned and groaned some more. She wasn't getting into it but she wasn't backing out either.

I finally got to the point where I long stoked in and out of her ass. She was grunting and groaning in pain, but took it like a lady. I felt my balls begin to tighten and knew I had a serious load of cum about to fill her skinny butt. I got closer as she got louder.

"I'm going to fill your ass with cum," I told her as the feeling got closer.

She began to bump back into me, saying, "Come on. Do it. Do it!"

With one last stroke that left my cock buried to pubic hair in her asshole, I let go with a gut wrenching blast, slowing the stroke to get the full benefit of being sheathed in a tight asshole. I had two or three spasms, then buried my cock deep in her again. She continued to groan, but didn't pull away. I felt one last surge, and then it was over.

I looked down to see a slight ring of light brown lube and cum circling her distended asshole. Given her small butt, my cock looked huge jammed to the hilt up her little shit chute. She wiggled a bit and groaned again.

"Please take it out. It still hurts, and I think I need to go to the potty," she whined.

I slowly slipped my cock from her ass, amazed that I hadn't softened very much. It didn't appear to be all that messy, and when the head cleared her little ring, her asshole gaped open wide. I could see down into her rectum. She moaned a bit when I finally pulled out. She slowly rose up. Mistake! Cum quickly began to drip from her open asshole and down her legs. She felt it and made a nasty face as she scurried to the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet when I walked in.

I went to the sink, ran some hot water, and began to wash my cock. She sat still and watched curiously. I was still half hard, and she continued to watch intently as I stroked it back to fully hard. She sat on the toilet, letting the final dregs of cum drip from her slowly shrinking hole. After I rinsed and dried my cock, I walked over to her.

She looked at me curiously until I jabbed the head at her mouth. She tried to turn away but I quickly grabbed her face and pushed the head of my cock into her lips. She gave up and sucked about half the length in. As I stroked slowly in her mouth, I told her to rub her clit.

She pulled out and looked at me with a look of dismay crossed with a lack of belief that I had just said that. I didn't let her take my cock out, though, and taking one arm, forced her hand down toward her crotch. If I was right, she wanted to do nasty things but liked to be forced a bit.

I pushed one hand down to her crotch and then took the other arm and repeated the action. She gave up and finally began to slowly stroke her clit and manipulate her pussy with her hands. I enjoyed watching her give in and do what I told her. After she had worked her pussy into a frenzy, I stroked deeply into her throat until she gagged, and slowly pulled about halfway out.

I leaned over to her ear and told her, "Cum for me. I want to see you cum with my cock in your mouth."

She moaned and worked her hands faster as I continued to probe her mouth, not going too deep so as to gag her again. She picked up the pace to a blur of hands, finally groaning deeply and doing her best to swallow more of my cock. She succumbed to the scene and let go with a crushing orgasm.

She finally pulled away from my cock, gasping for breath and shuddering from the remaining spasms. I rubbed my cock around her face, then dropped to her tiny tits, rubbing the head of my cock on her taut nipples. She had her head tipped back with her eyes shut. I rubbed my cock around her lips again, and she slid a tongue out to give me good lick.

"So you can really have an orgasm from masturbating in front of me," I said quietly.

Well, it's not something I have done before, you know. You're just so rotten and nasty I don't really care," she replied.

"Well good," I told. "I want to see you do that again with my cock in your ass."

She looked at me almost mystified, then quietly said, "I'm not sure if I can take that thing up my bottom again."

I smiled and said, "Don't sell yourself short. Now that you know how it's done, you should be a little better next time."

She looked at me skeptically, but didn't resist when I took her hand and led her back to the couch. I got the lube and leaned her over one arm of the couch and applied another dollop. She moaned and groaned a bit, but didn't resist. One she was nice and greasy and relaxed, I slid back down on the couch.

"Face me and sit down," I told her.

"I'll try," she said slowly.

Carol straddled me once more, taking my greasy cock in her hand. She leaned back and slowly began to probe with my cock against her asshole. Realizing that she was still more relaxed than she thought, she gave a small push and I penetrated her little hole. She didn't bounce this time, but slowly and steadily bore down until I was completely buried in her ass.

"Good," I said, "Now lean back and rub your clit."

Keeping her eyes shut again, she slowly slipped one hand down to her pussy and started a gentle stroke across her clit. I pinched and massaged her nipples, getting them back to rock hardness, as she got the other hand into the action. She didn't seem as if she would last very long, and sure enough, within another couple of minutes, she started wailing and hit a small but spasm laden orgasm.

As the spasm rolled through her guts, she gradually began to bounce on my cock. When she was finally finished, I quickly lifted her off my cock and pushed her into the back of the couch again. Before she could react, I sank back into her ass to the hilt.

She gasped and groaned. I took one hand and placed it back on her pussy and started stroking her clit with her hand. She got the message, and soon had both hands coaxing herself toward yet another orgasm.

I grabbed her skinny butt with both hands and began to slam fuck her ass, probing deep with each stroke. She groaned with each probe into her butt, and got faster with the manual action on her clit.

"Oh shit, you're killing me," she complained! "Damn it still hurts."

"Shut up and go for your orgasm," I commanded.

She continued to groan painfully as I pounded her ass in a feverish pitch. I felt my second orgasm of the session building until I was ready to pop. I slapped her ass cheek and told her, "Cum for me while I fuck your ass."

Carole groaned in pain again but I felt her tightening up. My balls were bumping into her hands. I was almost there when she finally cut loose with another orgasm. I could feel her asshole spasm with each wave that rocked her guts. This pushed me over the edge, and I blasted another shot of pearly juice deep in her ass. She screamed and wailed, and her asshole clenched as though to ring the last drop of cum from my cock.

Carol was bent almost in half, with her head almost behind the couch cushion. She was whimpering and moaning. I let my cock soften for a moment before finally slipping carefully from her hole. She groaned in pain as I finally pulled the head clear. Moaning, she fell over onto the couch on her side with her ass stuck out in the air.

I dropped to my knees and grabbed both butt cheeks, pulling her ass wide open. Her asshole was more distended than ever. A small drop of cum was slowly making its way out. She lay there panting, and rolled onto her stomach, stretching out full length on the couch. I retrieved her beer and handed it to her. She finally turned over and took the beer.

After a couple of long drinks, she looked at me and asked, "Did you use your entire arm on me that time?"

I chuckled but remained quiet. She finished her beer, and after slowly and carefully rising, headed back to the toilet. She walked rather gingerly and disappeared behind the door. I finished my beer, and grabbed another round. I sat down on the couch and waited until she came out.

She walked over to the couch and curled up to me, taking the fresh beer. We stayed like that for a while and she silently cuddled against me. She looked for a moment like she would go off to sleep.

"Would you like a massage?" I asked.

"Sure," came the quick reply.

I got some skin lotion from the toilet and had her stretch out on the couch. I gave her one of my best full body massages, keeping her groaning with pleasure the entire time. She kept her eyes closed through most of it but occasionally looked at me and smiled slyly.

After I finished, I noted that it was getting late. She had enough orgasms to last her for a week, but I asked if she wanted some more. She shook her head no and grinned. We got dressed, locked up and headed for the car. I heard a painful gasp as she sat down in the car.

When I opened the driver door, she looked slightly pinched and pale, telling me, "God my poor asshole is going to be so sore!"

"Keep it well lubricated and massaged and it will be okay by tomorrow night," I gently told her.

She didn't quite believe me, but I wasn't worried. She had learned some things and on the way to her car, I told her what to tell Randy about the trim. She agreed to my suggestion about getting ready for swimming and she would keep trimmed if he would get her a nice, German bathing suit.

Randy loved it, and loved her slowly thawing (as far as he knew) sexual nature. He didn't seem at all suspicious but actually began to act the stud role around work.

He still couldn't beat me betting on football or basketball games, and I took a lot of money from him before they headed back to the states.

Carol and I had a few more sessions, and she enjoyed the kinky things I came up with. While she continued to let me pound her tight little butt, she never really got into it and had a difficult time overcoming the pain, even when working on her clit with her fingers or a vibrator. It was fine with me though, as long as I kept getting some of that ass.

When they left finally left for the states, Mandi and I took them to the Frankfurt airport. While Randy and Mandi took a potty break, Carol gave me a surreptitious grasp to the cock and quietly told me how much she enjoyed our sessions. She hadn't let Randy have her ass yet, but she assured me it would be soon. She also joked that it wouldn't be nearly as painful with him!

Oh well. On to other adventures, including one with a runway model good looks babe!