| Straight: Serial Stories: Adventures of Carrie: Vacation (1/7) |
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Carrie knelt on the floor, her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her hands clutching at her bare breasts. As she rocked back and forth, the huge dildo between her legs slid in and out of her wet, open hole. Each time it slipped into her, her mouth would open and she would let out a small cry of pleasure. Carrie's small stature contrasted the huge size of the phallus she was plunging into herself. It was at least two and a half inches across and over twelve inches long, with a realistic swollen head that parted her lips with each stroke. Occasionally she would slide all the way down its length and rotate her hips to feel the huge balls at its base rub against her clit. This never ceased to bring moans and cries of encouragement from the people crowded around, watching her. This too heightened Carrie's profound enjoyment. She loved to be watched when she was hot and lusty and it didn't matter who it was, just as long as they were enjoying her. The more they wanted, the more she wanted to give them. Doug was always fascinated by her exhibitions. Though he had watched her erotic performance many times for countless onlookers, he still found them totally exciting and never failed to encourage her when she appeared to be in this kind of mood. This one had started early in the day. When Carrie had gotten up, she had put on a tiny thong bikini bottom, some high heeled sandals and a thin, cropped T-top that revealed her nipples each time she moved her arms and showed the soft curve of the under side of her breasts when she was just standing still. She was casually strolling across the sun deck of the boat to join Doug for coffee when a couple of horns had sounded from nearby boats anchored in the cove. "You're disturbing the fishermen and skiers," Doug said with a grin. "Good! I intended to and I'm glad they didn't disappoint me," Carrie replied with a fake haughtiness. Doug had poured her some coffee and they had chatted while they sipped the warm brew. Doug hadn't failed to notice that Carrie seemed unusually vivacious. After she had finished her coffee, she had busied herself by straightening up the deck. She walked around, bending over to pick up and straightened things and reaching up to adjust wind-socks that really didn't need adjusting. "Show off!" "You don't like it," Carrie asked looking back at him over her shoulder and baring her rear to Doug and all the other boats. "Yes, but you should be more modest; the other boaters might see you," Doug teased. Carrie had placed her hand over her bare left cheek and said, "There! Is that better?" "Much. Now they won't get hard-ons watching you." Carrie jerked her hand away and replied, "I want them all to get enormous hard-ons. I may need them later," and stuck her rear out with a little wiggle to one side. Another horn had sounded as Carrie had winked at Doug and then continued her very un-domestic cleaning chores. Carrie had continued the morning showing off for Doug and the boaters. Since her outfit became nearly transparent when it was wet, she took frequent dips in the water to "cool off". Her dark, erect nipples were plainly visible through her top when |
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