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The New Carpet
by OddManOut (1998)
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A couple having sex on the floor try not to mess on the
rug. (MF, rom, humor)
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"Oh, yeah, that's good."
"Yeah, fuck me!"
"I'm fucking you."
"Yeah you are! Fuck me harder! Yeah, just like that!"
"Oh my god!"
"Yes! YES!"
"OH MY GOD!"
"Oh, yes! YESSSS!"
"Oooh, I'm going to cum in you!"
"Yeah, come in me! I mean wait! I mean, oh YES! Do it!
Do it!"
"OH FUCK, I'm CUMMING!"
"I'm coming too, YES! YES! OH FUCK!!"
"OH MY GOD!!! HERE IT COMES!"
"YES!!!"
"OHHHH!!!"
"OH, GOD, YES!!!!"
Bodies straining against each other, grinding, seeking
even the slightest sensations, almost regretfully
slumping down, bodies relaxing, glowing, sated.
"Oh wow!"
"Oh, yes."
"Oh, wow, I love you so much."
"I love you."
"You're so good."
"You're good too. It's so nice."
"I can't believe we just did it twice in a row."
"TED! WAIT!"
"What?"
"Don't pull out!"
"Okay." Ted stayed where he was, right on top of Carol.
Not that he had any problem with that. He'd been in
worse places before. "I don't know if I can get hard
again so quickly, though." The second time had been
enough of a shock to him. It wasn't like he was twenty
again. It wasn't even like he was thirty again.
"It's not that." Carol's voice was a little strained
beneath him, trying to support the weight of his hips.
She was still pressed against him, keeping him as deep
inside of her as he could.
"What do you mean?"
"Dammit, I told you when we started. I didn't want to
get the carpet dirty."
They were in the middle of the living room, lying on
their new carpet. The workmen had finally finished
installing it yesterday, and Carol and Ted had decided
to break it in by watching television. It had been Ted's
idea, over the objections of Carol, for them to try
lying on it naked. He had been very persuasive about it,
he thought with a grin.
Carol had objected, but it was hard for her to object to
something when that something involved Ted's fingers
moving over her clit. They tossed their clothes on the
couch and after that, things just came naturally. When
the first round was over for him, he found that he was
still hard, so he decided to keep going until he
softened up.
The fact that he hadn't softened was a blessing, and
soon he'd added his second load to the one already
inside her. Now he could feel the pressure of the come
held inside her by his penis, and he knew what Carol
meant. If he pulled out now, a large mess would come
with him.
"Can't we just wash it off? I thought that this carpet
was stain-fast and anyway you bought some of that
Clean+Green carpet stuff in case the dog messes. It'd
work on a little cum stain I would think," Ted said.
Carol glared at him, and Ted suddenly realized that he
had just made a Male Mistake.
"The seats in your sports car are also stain-fast, Ted.
Would you like to make love there next time?"
"Sorry," Ted gave her a kiss on the forehead and tried
to think. Carol didn't want to mess up the carpet, but
his T-shirt was somewhere on the couch. That wouldn't be
such a great loss, would it?
"Hey, stop shrinking like that!" She caught Ted by
surprise. "Huh?"
Carol looked at him and said "You're getting soft. I'm
going to leak out around you."
Ted rolled his eyes and said, "I just came twice, Carol
and I'm trying to think of a way out of here. And it's
not like I can get hard on command anymore."
"Yeah, I've noticed lately." She could see that her last
remark hurt him, and she was instantly sorry she'd said
it. Despite her initial objections and the predicament
they were now in, the last hour and a half (and when was
the last time THAT had happened!) had been lovely. She
didn't want to thank him by insulting his manhood.
"I'm sorry Ted. I didn't mean it that way."
Ted gave her a look, but she went on. "This was nice, it
really was. I guess he does need a rest, doesn't he?"
She pushed herself up into him hard, trying to pressure-
seal herself to him. It was a good idea, but she
realized she couldn't hold it forever. Especially once
he started pushing her towards the bathroom.
The carpet covered almost all of the ground floor in
aquamarine, connecting the computer room to the living
room to the dining room. Only the kitchen and bathroom
were untouched. It was a definite improvement over the
carpet that came with the house. Tom had called that one
the Orange Fungus. Who bought orange carpets, anyway?
The bathroom was the closest uncarpeted area to them,
nested just fifteen feet away between the living room
and the computer room. If Ted could push her over the
carpet to the bathroom, and then if they could get the
door open, they'd be home free, and they could finally
decouple.
Carol could feel Ted's sperm inside her, pushing their
way back against his softening cock as if they wanted to
fertilize the carpet. Carol's carpet. Carol's carpet was
still a virgin, and she was very protective of it. She
didn't want it stripped of its innocence so early in its
life by Ted's sperm. She slid her hand over his rear and
cupped his balls in her hand, stroking them softly.
"What are you doing?" He was a little surprised when he
felt her fondle his testicles. He looked down to see her
smiling up at him. "Well, we can't have you going soft,
can we?" she said, with a small squeeze.
"I just came twice." He repeated, but he wasn't
objecting. If Carol wanted to turn him on, that was okay
by him.
"We can't get mad at each other," she said. "Not now.
It's like Peter Pan. Think happy thoughts."
"Okay." Ted tried thinking of something that turned him
on. Something that would be guaranteed to stop his
softening member. He found it. "Remember when we went
camping in Yellowstone?"
Carol closed her eyes and smiled, "Of course I remember.
We had to get a new sleeping bag, as I recall."
"Oops, bad example, I guess." Ted started to think of
something else.
"No, Yellowstone's fine," She said. "Yellowstone's
great. That was when you finally got me to give you a
blow job."
"Yeah." Their talk was having the desired effect. "I
told you it wouldn't be so dirty," he said.
She could feel him get harder as they remembered her
first honest attempt to make love to him with her mouth.
She had been tentative at first, preparing herself for
what she thought would taste filthy and awful.
When she had finally touched it with her tongue, she
found that it wasn't filthy, but tasted just like the
rest of him, maybe a little oilier. And when she looked
up at him and saw the rapture on his face as she swirled
her tongue around the head, she had decided it might not
be so bad after all.
Thinking back, she said, "That wasn't our only first, if
I recall." She remembered the "incentive" he had given
that had disgusted her when he said it (it had turned
her off to it, even). After she had finished sucking him
off, she had told him that he didn't need to eat her out
in return, and that she didn't want it.
He backed off at first, but later that night he did it
anyway, and Carol had woken up to the most incredible
feeling in her life. It was that night that Carol had
decided to herself that it wasn't sinful to engage in
oral sex, at least not if they kept it in moderation.
"Well, that wasn't so hard after all," Ted said. He was
firm inside of her. Not stiff yet, but hard enough to
keep their combined juices from leaking out of her. "At
least, it wasn't hard then, but it sure is now."
Carol smiled at his little joke. "Okay. I think you can
push me over to the bathroom," she said.
Ted shook his head. "My T-shirt's on the couch. We can
use that to soak up the cum."
She looked at him like he was crazy. "Ted, that's
disgusting!" He bent and kissed her breast, maintaining
his erection. "It's only a T-shirt. It can be sacrificed
for the carpet."
She thought for a second. "What shirt is it?"
"It's the shirt I got from the Shedd Aquarium."
She was shocked. "Ted, you can't use that shirt!"
He raised his mouth from her nipple and said, "Why not?"
She looked at him in disbelief. "That's a beautiful
shirt. I love that shirt. Penny had me get you that
shirt, and I'm not going to let you use it that way. Why
couldn't you have worn your Hooters shirt today? I
wouldn't mind using *that* one."
Ted rolled his eyes and slid a little bit further in.
"All right, we'll go to the bathroom."
Digging his feet into the soft carpet, Ted began to push
forward into her with all the power he could use. It was
a tricky balance. Too much strength would make him slip
back on the carpet. Not enough, and he'd just be pushing
back into Carol. Ted struggled for a couple minutes,
sliding and flopping around as he fought to stay buried
in Carol's vagina. Two minutes work only moved her two
feet, and already Ted was feeling tired.
"Hold on. I'm going to try to lift you up." He did try,
but found it was impossible: his need to remain inside
of her kept her pinned to the floor when he tried
lifting her from above. They flipped over, but this was
even worse. Ted was too heavy a load for Carol to push,
and Carol's position above him kept him from getting any
significant traction on the carpet with his feet. They
rested for a while, and she rode softly on his member,
keeping him hard inside her.
Suddenly Ted got an idea. "What if I sat up like this?"
He said, placing his arms at his sides and pushing his
torso up. Carol started to go down, remaining
perpendicular to him. "Wait, Carol. You sit up, too."
"Okay," she said, pushing herself up to join him.
He put his arms around her to keep them together as he
surveyed their position. They were both sitting up,
facing each other and joined at the hip. Carol's legs
wrapped around his waist and rested on the carpet, while
she sat on his lap. Ted's legs were splayed out behind
her. He moved them together and raised his knees, so
that now only their feet and his butt were touching the
carpet.
"Okay. Now I'm going to push off with my legs, and I
want you to raise up and pull yourself into me with
yours. Okay?"
She agreed, and he pushed his legs out as hard as he
could. She pulled her legs in, and they slid forward
about an inch. The move was jerky, and the sudden motion
almost overturned the couple.
"Hold your arms around me, and I'll use my arms to lift
our butts off the floor when I push."
She put her arms around his back, and pulled him up
close to her torso. He could feel her hot breasts
crushed against his chest, and his hard-on grew half a
notch. "Mmmm, I feel like I could add a third load right
now."
"Don't you dare Ted!"
He pushed down on the carpet, and their bodies rose for
a split second as he pushed back with his legs, and she
pulled forward with hers. This time they moved a full
foot.
"There we go," Carol said. She kissed him and said, "You
are so clever." She wanted to keep Ted feeling good and
hard if they were to have any chance of saving the
carpet.
"Shall we do it again?" He asked.
She said yes, and they began their slow progress towards
the bathroom door. Every time they came down, she pulled
herself a little bit forward, pressing her hips against
Ted's waist.
Each impact caused her to crash down into him, like a
slow, hard fucking. Carol found herself getting hot
again from this new stimulation. Ted was looking behind
his shoulder at where they were headed and he turned
back to face his wife. Carol knew he was seeing her face
flushed with arousal, and turned even redder with the
realization that he knew she was hot.
"You like?" Ted asked. She nodded her head slightly. The
next time they came down, she pulled herself forward,
but kept her legs closed around Ted's waist for a few
seconds before allowing him to draw in his legs. Ted
gave her a kiss on the forehead and said "I thought you
didn't want to go again."
Fighting to keep her head clear, she replied, "I don't.
We've got to get into the bathroom. Then we'll do it."
She laughed quietly and said "This is crazy. We've
already done it twice. When was the last time I was
turned on this much?"
Ted smiled and pushed them back further towards the
door. They had only six more feet to go. He said
"Remember back when we were both working two jobs? When
we managed to get some time alone together, you were
like this."
"I was?" All she could remember was that they really had
to scrounge for quality time back then.
"Trust me, I remember." Ted said. They'd been having sex
every day for the first few weeks after their honeymoon
When they had to start supporting themselves, the
frequency dropped down to about once every two weeks,
whenever they weren't working or tired. They'd done the
best they could to make up for the lost time, sometimes
spending the entire afternoon in bed. Carol had been
insatiable back then.
Ted could remember a time after he'd just had his second
orgasm and Carol had had her fourth. He'd gone to the
bathroom to wash up, and returned to find her playing
with herself under the sheet, wanting more. She'd been
mortified when she saw him looking, but he'd managed to
calm her down, and they'd enjoyed another round.
Carol felt him getting stiffer inside of her as they
closed in on the door. She looked at his face and said
"Happy thoughts?" Ted smiled and squeezed her nipple.
She gasped softly, and pulled herself down on his penis
steadily. Carol's feet were now about one foot away from
the bathroom door, and she began to guide Ted on his
last few pushes.
"On our next one, let's angle a little bit to the right.
My right. There we go." He lifted and pushed, and pulled
their bodies parallel to the door. Relieved, Ted reached
up and grabbed the knob.
It wouldn't turn.
"It's not turning, Carol." Ted said. He turned on it
harder, but the knob wouldn't budge.
Carol looked at his hand, confused. "Is it locked?"
Ted's eyes closed in frustration as he tried to strong
arm the door. "No, it's not locked. It's broken or
something. It's not jiggling like it's locked."
"What do you mean, it's not jiggling?" Carol's voice was
getting desperate.
"Why don't you try it and see what I mean?" Ted said,
frustration giving his voice an angry edge. Carol
reached up and grabbed the knob. Sure enough, it
wouldn't turn. Nothing even rattled in protest when she
tried to turn it. Whatever was wrong inside had frozen
the gears. She jerked the knob angrily, then sank back
into Ted when the door refused to yield.
"I guess it's the kitchen, then." Ted was angry at the
cheap doorknob. Their house was fairly new, and it was
obvious that whoever had been contracted to build it
knew how to cut corners. If there was one thing he
hated, it was a half-assed way of doing things. He
planted his hands into the carpet and pushed himself
forward roughly. He slammed into Carol, and she fell
back on his lap, holding her nose.
"Honey, are you okay?" Instantly his anger evaporated as
he pulled his wife back up on his lap. She was holding
her nose in her hands, still surprised from his sudden
movement. "Let me see, honey. I'm so sorry."
She held her nose with a hurt look and said. "I'm okay.
You didn't slip out, did you?"
Damn! He hadn't noticed! Frantically, Ted checked his
penis, and was relieved to find that he was still deep
inside his wife. "I'm still inside you. I'm getting a
little soft, though. Let me see your nose, honey."
He pried her hands off her face and inspected her nose
tenderly. A small trickle of blood flowed from her
nostril. Worried, Ted prodded the structure of her nose.
"Ouch!"
"It's all right. Nothing seems to be broken. You're just
bleeding a bit."
Carol smiled weakly, but soon began to cry. Ted held her
in his arms and comforted her until she could get
control of herself. "I'm sorry, Carol. I was just mad,
and I didn't think about what I was doing."
She snuffled it in, and said "It's all right, Ted. Here,
help me up."
Ted protested. "You're getting up? What about the
carpet?"
"I don't care about the carpet, I just want to wash my
nose. I can clean the carpet later."
She tried to get up, but Ted didn't let her. "Uh-uh. The
least I can do to make this up to you is to get us off
this rug without staining it."
Carol looked at him sullenly. "We've got to go all the
way to the kitchen. If we just jerk around like this, my
nose will start bleeding more."
"It's OK. I've got an idea. Here, I'm going to lean
back. You come with me." He leaned back slowly. "Put
your legs down by mine as you lean forward."
Awkwardly, Carol rocked from side to side, moving one
leg, then the other around them to rest against his. She
was lying on top of him, spread out from his chest to
his thighs. "OK. Now I'm going to put my arms around
you, and we'll roll our way to the kitchen."
He held her and began to roll, but she stopped him.
"Wait. You're not hard yet. You're going to slip out."
They sat in silence, waiting for Ted to make himself
hard.
Carol said, "This isn't going to work." She felt
unattractive, with her eyes puffy from crying and her
nose trickling blood. She was doing her best to lap up
the blood from her nose before any dripped on the
carpet, and she imagined how horrible she must look to
him. She'd always felt a little surprised that he could
have a sexual desire for her, she'd never looked
anything like a centerfold. Now that she was old, he
should have been out at the strip bars, looking at
younger women, not here with her, trying to keep her
damn carpet clean...
"Honey, what's wrong?" Ted stared up at her.
She realized she'd started to cry again, and knew he'd
never be able to get hard now. "Don't look at me."
"Why not?"
He was still staring up at her face, and she felt
hideous. "I look horrible, and you need to get hard
again."
His hands started to stroke her back, finding her soft
spots and touching them lightly. "You look great. I love
looking at you."
"I've just been crying, my hair's a mess, and I'm
licking blood that's coming out of my nose. How could I
possibly look great, Ted?"
Ted looked her straight in the eye and said "Maybe I
like to see crying women drink blood."
She held his gaze for a few seconds, then they both
began to laugh. Ted could feel her walls contract around
his cock as she laughed, an erratic jerking and
squeezing that came from deep within her. Maybe he *did*
like her this way. He'd started to get hard when he
first saw her stick out her tongue to lap up her blood,
sliding it above her upper lip to the bridge of her
nose. It looked very sensual, and was made even more
erotic by the fact that it wasn't supposed to be.
Propping himself up on his hands, he reached up and
kissed her on the lips, tasting her metallic blood
through the saliva. Carol recoiled a bit when he did
this, but he remained there, leaning back against his
arms, and she brought her head forward again and kissed
him back. He was semi-hard now, and as their lips locked
and he felt her tongue slide in, Ted could feel the
blood pulsing back through his penis.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed her kiss, which was one
of the reasons he'd married her. For a girl who looked
and acted so proper, Carol had always been able to turn
him on with her lips and tongue, turning even a pristine
kiss goodnight into an erotic act. Right now they were
anything but pristine, and that made it that much more
erotic.
Once their mouths were joined together, she sucked in,
creating a vacuum in his mouth that she filled with her
aggressive tongue. She traced the gum line of his teeth
briefly, then pushed her head into him to go back down
his throat. He felt the hot breath from her nose as she
exhaled onto his cheek, not wanting to come up for air.
His own tongue was trying to push back into her mouth,
but was pinned to his cheek.
Carol let up a little on her probing, and he took
advantage, diving into her mouth before she could attack
again. He was rock-hard now, and pulled his head away
from her mouth long enough to say, "I'm going to start
rolling now."
"Okay," she said, and he brought his mouth back to hers.
Joined together at the hips and mouth, they began to
roll slowly away from the bathroom. When it looked like
he might begin to fall out, she wrapped her legs around
his and hooked her feet together at the back, trapping
him inside.
Whenever Carol's nose leaked a little blood, Ted would
break their kiss and lick it up for her. By pushing his
torso away from hers, he could widen one end of their
joined bodies, allowing them to turn as they rolled.
They turned away from the bathroom, then slowly rolled
across the floor towards the dining room. They rolled up
to the dining table and stopped.
Here was another obstacle. The dining table was large
and wide, and there was only four feet of clearance
between it and the wall on either side. The swing-door
to the kitchen was just beyond, ten feet from where they
lay. Ted looked down at his wife. "Do you want to do the
sitting thing again?" She smiled and nodded her head.
As he rolled over onto his back, they heard a faint
jingling sound coming through the house, and Daisy
trotted out into the living room. The sight of two naked
humans flopping about on the floor was unfamiliar to
her, and she cocked her head and looked at them.
Ted saw the dog looking, and said, "Daisy, go away."
Daisy just stood there, trying to take in the unfamiliar
sight and the odd smell. Ted may have wanted her to go
away, but she was intensely curious about this
particular smell. She had smelt it before, of course,
but it was always after they had created it. She was
never allowed in the room while the two humans did
whatever they did that smelled like that.
She *was* allowed in the room with the younger female,
and had even witnessed as she produced a smell that was
similar. However, that smell definitely lacked a quality
that was present with the older pair. Now they were
right in front of her, and it was overpowering to her
senses.
Whining a little bit, Daisy took a few steps closer to
get a better look. Surely that wouldn't hurt. Carol
spoke, saying something stern to her. What could she be
stern about? All Daisy wanted to do was explore this
odor.
"NO!" That was from Ted, and it was very firm and
commanding, and it made her pause. They obviously didn't
want her to get closer, but the smell was so intriguing.
It looked like it was coming from the place where they
were joined together. Were they mating? Warnings or not,
she had to get a better look!
"Oh, god, Ted, the dog is sniffing at us!" Ted leaned
back and tried to push Daisy's nose away from their
bodies. His efforts only made her more insistent, and
she ducked under his hand and buried her cold snout
right between Carol's legs. Carol jerked with a squeak
when she felt this, but didn't dare pull away from Ted,
who was frantically grasping to get some sort of a hold
on the dog.
He was finally able to grab Daisy's collar, and began
pulling her away from their crotches. On her way out,
Daisy tried to take a lick, and ended up running her
tongue lightly up the crack of his butt. The shock of
this feeling caused Ted to jump and let go of her, and
she went back at it again, diving into their junction
and licking up as much as she could.
Ted flailed behind himself to get the dog, but every
time her uninhibited tongue rasped against his testicles
or ass, the unwanted stimulation caused him to spasm.
His arm found Daisy's collar again, and he roughly
pulled her around to his side before she could do any
more strategic licking. The dog came with a yelp, and
immediately assumed a submissive posture when she sensed
that she had done a Bad Thing. Self-consciously, she
licked the residue of her master's fluids off her mouth,
and stared up into Ted's eyes.
Ted was trying to think of a way to discipline his dog
for licking them, but he couldn't come up with any ideas
that involved him staying inside Carol. Also, Daisy was
giving him her "sad-dog" look, and he could never bring
himself to be harsh with Daisy when she had her "sad-
dog" look on. It was a trick she used often.
He shoved the dog away, then said, "Go!" bringing his
arm up and pointing out of the room. This time Daisy got
the message and slunk away. The smell hadn't really been
all *that* interesting, anyway.
Ted looked down at Carol, who looked to him a little
traumatized about the whole affair. Suddenly she started
giggling, and he realized that she'd been trying to keep
from laughing the whole time. He joined in, and they
spent the next minute just laughing together, waiting
for it to pass so they could finish their trip. As they
pulled each other up, she was still laughing in little
spurts, and she twitched appealingly on his cock.
They passed through the dining room in the same way they
had approached the bathroom. They moved more slowly,
being careful not to catch their feet in the chairs that
were pulled in at the side of the table. After ten
minutes of careful motion, they passed the table, and
pushed themselves through the swing door into the
kitchen.
As soon as he felt the cold tile beneath his thighs, Ted
leaned back to the floor and rested his aching arms.
That wasn't all that was ached. As Carol started to pull
herself off him he stopped her, and they enjoyed a third
time on their kitchen floor.
Carol rode him slowly as he gently rolled her nipples
between his fingers. She came first, and as she came
down from her climax she bent forward to give him
another one of her fabulous kisses. Ted groaned into her
mouth and added his third load to the mess that was
already inside of her.
After she felt him come, she kissed him on the forehead
and pulled herself off of him. Her pussy was wide open
from two hours of stretching, and their combined juices
rushed out of her to coat Ted's belly. Naked, they
walked to the sink and wiped themselves off with paper
towels, cleaning themselves off enough to walk to the
shower without ruining the carpet.
That night, after Penny was asleep and Daisy was safely
locked out of the room, they talked about the day, and
how it was nice to have had so much time together, even
if it was under accidental circumstances.
"You know," said Ted, "after talking about it, I think
I'm ready to go one more time."
"Ted, please, not now."
"Why not?"
"We did it three times this afternoon."
"And we can do it a fourth time tonight."
"Can't you go to sleep? Mmmm, that feels nice though.
Okay. You can give me a backrub. Ted, I said a BACKRUB!"
"This is part of your back."
"Ted, a backrub is... oh, Ted, not now!"
"Why not?"
"Ted, these are new sheets, and... oh! Ted, I just did
the laundry yesterday. We're going to leave a wet spot!"
THE END
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.
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