From DeepBlue@DittosRush.com Tue Apr 08 14:15:01 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!worldnet.att.net!newsadm From: DeepBlue <DeepBlue@DittosRush.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Adventures of Carrie - Waiting #11 Slut/Wife MMF Date: Tue, 08 Apr 1997 13:15:01 -0500 Organization: AT&T WorldNet Services Lines: 257 Message-ID: <334A8B23.4E0A@DittosRush.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 207.146.241.79 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0Gold (Macintosh; I; PPC) **************** The following story is intended only for adult reading. Those under the age of eighteen or those bothered by sexual explicit language or depiction should not continue. The actions and attitudes portrayed may be deemed offensive by some readers. I am a petite, five foot tall, 100 lb., usually brunette female with a 34B - 23 - 32 figure. I have been married to my husband, Doug for eleven great years and I am now thirty four. I find it easier to relate a story in which I am involved in the third person. E-mail comments are always welcome - DeepBlue@DittosRush.com Enjoy! *************** Adventures of Carrie - Waiting #11 Slut/Wife MMF Pizza Party The pizza was going to be a few minutes late, according to the person who took the order, but it was OK with everyone. It gave them more time in the shower. Carrie thoroughly scrubbed both Chuck's and Doug's bodies, spending an inordinate amount of time on Chuck's mammoth shaft. "There's so much to wash," she explained playfully. With both of the men scrubbing Carrie, it did not take as long but the job was unqualified. She was squeaky clean from head to toe, and particularly in between, when she got out of the shower. "You guys don't have to get dressed," she said as she put on her lipstick. "I'll answer the door when the pizza gets here." "OK with us," both men agreed. While Carrie was picking out what she would wear, Doug quickly set up a small video camera on a plant stand in the hallway and hooked it to the TV in the living room. "Might be interesting to see what transpires," he told Chuck. "We can watch from in here without being seen." Both men were sipping margaritas and watching a newscast when Carrie walked into the room. She had on a sheer, black stretch lace chemise with black garter and stockings. Her feet were perched on black spike heels and she wore a single strand of pearls around her neck. "She has never been particularly subtle," Doug told Chuck. "I've noticed that," he answered. She came over and sat between them and immediately started fondling both of their tools at the same time. "What's so interesting about the news today," she asked? Before they could answer, the doorbell sounded and she interrupted, "Oops! The pizza is here. Be right back." She got up from the sofa and picked up the money she had lain out on the table before heading for the door. Doug quickly switched channels to the video camera and turned on the video recorder. Carrie came into view from the side of the screen and paused to unlock the door. She pulled it open. "Great I've been waiting for it," the men heard her say. The silhouette she cast on the TV was one of being naked. The sunlight outside all but obscured evidence that she was wearing anything. The view the pizza man was seeing was probably different, but his reaction was one of enjoyment. "Step in," they heard Carrie say. When he was inside, she closed the door and the camera adjusted to the lower light and the sheerness of her short slip was obvious to both the camera and to the pizza man. He handed the pizzas to her and she turned to sit them on the floor behing her. If he had not noticed what she was wearing by now, he certainly noticed what she wasn't wearing. Her bare rear and probably her shaved cunt were close enough for him to touch. Carrie fumbled with the boxes for several seconds before standing up straght and turning to him. "Here you go," she said handing him the money. "Thanks," he said. "I like your dress or whatever it is." "It's a slip. I'm going out later on and was getting dress when you came. I hope it doesn't embarrass you. "Oh, no! I really like it." "Yes! I see you do," replied Carrie looking at his bulging crotch. "Let -- let me get youyour change," he stammered and started fumbling in a zipper bag. Carrie reached out and rubbed his growing bulge with her hand. "Keep the change. You give good service," she said as she continued to rub the front of his jeans. Doug and Chuck were both becoming erect again as they watched and listened to the scene on the TV. The pizza man was perfectly still and finally said,"Oh, that feels good." Carrie unsnapped his jeans with one hand while she pulled the zipper down with the other. She reached inside his jockey style shorts and pulled his erection out and began to stroke it with quick, short jerks. A few seconds later his jeans fell to his knees while Carrie pulled his shorts down. She bent over and sucked it into her mouth, going all the way down on it. Her head bobbed up and down for a minute or so before raising up. While still stroking him with one hand, she reached for his hand and pressed it between her legs. "It's wet and ready," she said. "I'll say," he said as he dropped his bag on the floor. "Then why don't you just stick it in me right here, right now." She let her hand slip away from his throbbing shaft and half turning, leaned over a chair that was close to the door. Again, her naked rear was sticking out from under the slip. He stepped around behind her and, crouching slightly, brought his cock up between her legs. The men could see her reach down to guide him in. Once the tip of his rod entered her, he started banging rapidly. He was rocking Carrie back and forth with the force of his thrusts and she was moaning in orgasm. He never receded this bucking until everyone heard a loud, prolonged grunt as he shot off his load of juice in her. He quickly pulled out and pulled up his pants. "I've got to go," he said hastily and, grabbing his bag from the floor, opened the door and dashed out. "Thanks," he called back to Carrie as the door was closing. Chuck and Doug watched as Carrie bent over to pick up the pizza and start toward the living room. She was beaming when she entered the room. "Want some cum soaked pizza, guys. I just got fucked again." "We know," said Chuck. "We were watching." "And taping," added Doug, pointing to the image of the empty hallway on the TV screen. "You perverts," she said jokingly. "A girl can't have any privacy from a couple of voyeurs. Did you hear me come off? It was a fantastic quickie." "We heard both of you," Doug answered with a grin. "How could we help but hear." "She grinned some more and said, "I guess I'd better get a towel or something, hadn't I." Doug re-wound the video tape while Carrie was out of the room. When she came back, she had taken off her slip but left on the shoes and stockings. They sat at the round coffee table, with Carrie between the two men, to eat pizza and watch their latest home movie. During the show, she softly played with herself with one hand while she ate with the other. Occasionally, she would reach over to Doug or Chuck and stroke them slowly. "Have you ever been worn out when it comes to sex," Chuck asked as they watched the video for a second time. "Actually, yes! One time, quite a while ago, at about four-thirty in the morning," she replied with a smile. "When it come right down to it though, I'm not sure whether it was sex or just sheer fatigue that finally wore me out." "It was fatique," replied Doug. "You've had as much sex today as you had that night and you act like you're still ready to go for more." "Lot's more," Carrie replied with a smile. "I'm just getting started." "Then you had better get on the phone. I'm not sure how much more Chuck and I can provide you," he said as he winked at Chuck. "That's right," agreed Chuck with a smile. "Who should I call then," she asked seriously? "Whoever you think can take care of you in your situation," Doug responded. "Are you serious," she asked with a smile.? "Are you guys pooping out on me?" "I'm not saying we're useless, but I'm pretty sure we can't handle what you seem to need today," replied Doug in a half-serious tone. "And tonight! And tomorrow! You will stay over, won't you, Chuck? I'd love to sleep between the two of you." Chuck looked at Doug with a question on his face. "Absolutely," Doug replied to Chuck's questioning look. "You can see what I'm up against. I would welcome the relief." Carrie slapped Doug on the arm in mock anger and commented, "Poor guys! Your life is so terrible." After a short pause, she said, "Rick is probabaly home next door. And there's Steve from the lake, and Greg. Are there any that you don't like and wouldn't want over." she asked Doug seriously. "Not that I can think of, but I don't really know all of your, shall we call them 'associates'." "Associates! That's a good name for lovers. It raises fewer eyebrows," she said. And there's Lloyd. He's got to be horny, as much as his wife is gone." She jumped up, taking a piece of pizza with her. "Be back. Need to make some phone calls." Doug and Chuck talked, mostly about Carrie, for about ten minutes while she was on the phone. When she returned, she sat between them again. "Good news fellas." Relief is on the way," she told them. "How much relief? A platoon or the whole cavalry," asked Doug as he pinched her nipple. "Rick, Steve and Ed. You've never net Ed have you? He did the roof on the house behind us." "No! Ed and I have never met, nor have Rick and I met." "Oh! That's right. Oh well. You'll like them. I certainly do." "You have a different viewpoint though," he responded. "Do you want some rest of not," she asked with a broad smile. "I'll like them," promised Doug. "Even if they're Democrats." "You'll like them, too, Chuck," she said, ignoring Doug. "They're all nice men." 'I'm with Doug. We need help," he exclaimed, also smiling. "You poor guys. You let one horny lady wear you both out!" After a pause she added, "I guess, I should get decent for our company," "That would be a first," Doug chimed in. "I'm not talking to you anymore," she said to Doug as as she got up. "I'll fuck you some more but I won't talk to you." "How about me," asked Chuck? "I'll talk to you while I'm fucking you," she grinned.