The bell rang ... sharp, loud, clear, resounding down the corridors of the brand new Everett Mann High School. It signaled the end of another school day; a signal that had been anxiously awaited by both the students and faculty alike. To the students, school was a drag and to the majority of the faculty just a job ... a way of making a living and the way things were going lately, a pretty damn good living.
However, things were different in Paul Garner's classroom. He alone did not want the day to end. Paul enjoyed his English class and would have preferred to have another rather than end the day, but he knew that it was futile and he closed the text of MacBeth and nodded to his pupils that they were dismissed.
He stood by chuckling to himself and they made a mad scramble for the door and he hoped that perhaps that one of them would have a question-a problem-or something to talk to him about At least this was an excuse for him to linger a little longer in the classroom.
Today, however, there were none-no problems, no questions, no possible reason for him to delay any longer. He gathered up his papers and books, putting them in his black leather attach� case, snapping it shut and walking slowly to the door.
"It's amazing," he thought, "how quickly the corridors imply after that last class. It has only been ten minutes since the bell and only a few students were still to be seen. Even they were hurrying to get home.
"Come on Gracie, shake your ass, hurry up or we'll miss the bus," one student called to her lagging companion.
"Ah, shit, Marilyn ... I dropped my books. Wait up!" Then her expression changed to one of shock and dismay as Paul Garner stooped down beside her and helped her collect her belongings.
"Oh, thanks, Mr. Garner," the obese redhead cooed, staring shamelessly into the handsome young teacher's face.
"Quite all right Grace ... hurry along now. You don't want to miss your bus, do you?"
"No, sir," she said, walking away but continuing to stare at Paul over her right shoulder. It was a look of admiration a look or respect that was not new or unusual for Paul.
Paul had been teaching for four years and was twenty six years old now. He found favor among his female students because of his handsome looks and the male students liked him for his athletic ability. He could always be counted on to score a few points for the faculty at the annual faculty students basketball game.
He picked up his raincoat from the teacher's lounge and left the building to head for home.
Home was a good distance away from the school-in fact in another part of the city entirely and at home there was Joyce ... Joyce Garner.
As Paul thought of his wife his footsteps became more reluctant-his pace greatly slowed. It seemed almost as if his feet were dragging-that they were unwilling to carry him home. Life hadn't been pleasant for the past two years and the answer to this was simple. Paul and Joyce were just bored with each other; their personalities not suited at all.
That hadn't always been the case though and Paul began to think back as he slowly made his way to the car. He remembered that when Joyce was in their Senior Class she was the prettiest girl and he was a big man ... of eighteen and a college freshman.
That seemed to carry a lot of weight with the girls-that he was a freshman in college and Paul had had no difficulty in getting a regular piece whenever he wanted it
But with Joyce things were different She was more of a challenge than the other girls. Being so extremely attractive there were lots of other guys that had tried to date her-college sophomores and juniors ... guys with cars and money or more prestige than Paul. But not one of them could match him for his looks.
Even at eighteen Paul had manly features and an athletic build. Handsome features that were reminiscent of movie stars and matinee idols. He was tall, with jet black hair, blue eyes and a white clear complexion. His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow V waist-his hips were solid, buttocks full, thighs muscular ... and he had a charm, a beguiling fashion that he attributed to his Irish background. No one was really surprised when Joyce and Paul became a steady pair, seen almost everywhere together. It was only natural that the overpowering physical attraction of both of them would draw them into the mysteries of sex.
It was inevitable that they would begin to experiment in this illicit area ... an area forbidden them by society.
As Paul got into his blue compact car, he had the beginnings of a hard-on. He always found that he really got turned on whenever he thought back to that first time.
Joyce was so beautiful ... so young ... so innocent and though Paul had had experience he had never before cared about the person he was indulging with sex with. And that day, that beautiful Sunday in the Park, it was different He was in love with Joyce, as much in love as any eighteen year old boy is capable of.
Paul had really made points with Joyce's mother when he showed up at ten o'clock to take her to church. The woman was so delighted in fact, that she asked him to join them for dinner. Paul accepted and told her that after church they were going to take a walk in the park but that they'd be sure to be back by two ... the time that her mother had planned dinner.
Joyce was really a bit surprised when Paul actually took her to church-but in a way, when she thought about it, she was glad. She felt secure being with him. This action showed her how sincere he actually was-that he wanted everyone to see how proud he was of her ... even God. Some of the other girls from Joyce's high school were at church at the same time and they were green with envy. Joyce sensed this and it made her feel important-made her realize how much she actually loved Paul and would do anything for him.
After church they headed down to the park and walked along a promenade just along the water. As they walked, Paul glanced at his young girlfriend. She was so beautiful, so sensual in her tight fitting white linen dress, that he wanted them both to peel down to nothing and go screw on the grass. But for the time being he had to settle for just edging close to her and wrap his strong arm around her narrow waist as they walked.
They passed several people that they knew as they followed the walk that gradually led away from the water toward a natural wooded area. There were bridal paths and large patches of dense foliage and the overall effect was of peace and beauty.
The woods seemed to beckon-seemed to provide the privacy for them to pretend that they were the only people in the world and it wasn't long before Paul led Joyce to a grassy clearing where he gestured that they should sit down. It was small but naturally beautiful. The air was still and stirred only on occasion by the sound of some birds chirping. Strong beams of sunlight shot down through the tall trees and made the area warm, comfortable and cheery.
As Paul turned his car onto the highway he pictured himself eight years before, taking Joyce's lush young body in his arms and kissing her in that beautiful setting. The girl instantly surrendered, instantly parted her lips and allowed him to probe deeply into her mouth with his strong manly tongue.
Her whole body seemed to respond-seemed to scream out to become a woman-to be taken.
"You're so beautiful, Joyce ... so very beautiful."
"Thanks Paul," Joyce responded touching the edge of her hairdo with long graceful fingers.
"I want you, you know."
"What do you mean?" Joyce asked innocently.
"I want you to be mine, all mine."
"I am, Paul, I am."
"That's not what I mean. I want to ... to have the two of us become like man and wife."
"You mean, get married?"
"No, I mean that we should know everything about each other."
"Everything?" Joyce asked.
"Everything!" he declared.
"You already know more about me than anyone else ... even my parents."
"I know ... but I don't know your body. I don't how you feel and I don't know if you love me enough to let me find out"
"I do ... I do love you Paul. But I'm afraid."
"Of what?"
"Of getting pregnant ... of getting ... screwed."
"You don't have to be afraid ... not of me anyway."
"I know that I can understand that-reason it-but somehow I don't feel it I still feel scared, still nervous."
"That's because it's the first. The first time that anyone has ever gotten this close to you," Paul said, slipping his hand from her shoulder down across her high firm breasts.
Joyce wasn't wearing any bra. She didn't seem to need one, she didn't seem to like being squeezed or held in and Paul could feel her warm flesh beneath the linen fabric. It stirred him, made him hotter, turned him on more and she could feel his prick growing in his pants and becoming rigid ... ready for action.
He knew he felt that it couldn't end there.
"Just trust me, Joyce," he uttered reaching for one of the three big black buttons that held the front of her dress closed. It gave way easily, slipping through the button hole and Paul unfolded die material and uncovered her lush breast. His eyes hungrily feasted on the fleshy upturned protrusion-the rosy nipple-the smooth delicate white skin and then his hand reached for her. His muscular hand began to knead at her sensitive flesh and Joyce responded.
Whether she wanted to respond or not Paul didn't know. Her body enjoyed the touch, her passions were aroused and her nipple grew hard under his exploring fingers.
"Oh Paul ... that feels so good, but I shouldn't, I really shouldn't!"
"With me, it's alright-you can ... you should," Paul said, silencing her with a quick kiss. Then he drew his lips away, sliding them across her cheek and down along the right side of her smooth thin neck and across her chest until Joyce's scarlet tip was just below his lips.
The girl squirmed with pleasure as Paul's tongue darted out and caught her hard nipple. Then Paul could feel her whole shivering with excitement as his lips parted and he began to suck on her waiting breast.
All of Joyce's resistance seemed to melt away. She no longer protested, so no longer wanted to struggle against him. After all, he was the man she loved and in her mind she was sure he was going to be the man she'd ultimately marry. Why shouldn't he enjoy her, why shouldn't he have her. Her mind quickly rationalized and her body quickly surrendered.
As soon as Paul sensed that Joyce was ready, he peeled off the remainder of her clothing and stood staring down at her young body. Her perfectly matched breasts were firm and inviting. Her waist was pinched in, her hips curvy and there between her thighs a thick bush of curly hair concealed the center of her passion.
The girl didn't seem to be aware of anything that was going on. She closed her eyes and seemed to drift into a trance as Paul frantically ripped at his clothing and threw them free.
He was proud of his body and was a bit disappointed that Joyce didn't look at him as he stood over her. He was nude with his huge cock standing straight out in front of him.
At eighteen Paul had a fully developed weapon-a good nine inches long and as thick as anything that he had seen. His sexual appetite was immense and even after he got his rocks off by screwing some broad he'd jerk off before going to sleep just thinking about it and he was sure that this episode with Joyce would give him plenty of thought-plenty of fantasies-so that he'd be jerking off a lot in the next few days.
Within the next few seconds Paul was spreading Joyce's legs and kneeling between them. He lay down on top of her and his massive body completely covered her, pinning her against the cool grass.
Joyce stirred when she felt his dick sliding between her legs, moving up toward the mouth of her cunt.
Her hand wrapped around his back and slid down over the smooth skin, almost as if she wanted to feel that mysterious organ that was sliding against her inner thighs.
Her eyes pleaded at him to be gentle, to treat her tenderly and when his full sensual lips came down gently on hers she knew he would.
This time though it was Joyce's tongue that pushed deeply into his mouth. She slid it over his even smooth teeth and found herself getting hotter by the second.
Paul led slid one hand down between their bodies. Then he arched his back, positioning himself so that he could grab his massive prick and aim it in the entrance of her love hole. He began to push with his hips, his cock head spreading her tight labia, forcing himself ever so gently into her pussy. Joyce began to wince with pain once the head of Paul's cock had penetrated into her tight slit. It was feeling that she had tried to control but Paul knew that the girl must be suffering. He let go of his rod and slipped his hand underneath the small of her back, lifting up and spreading her legs wider so that he could have a better access to her cunt and maybe in this way make it a little bit more comfortable for her.
He felt the hot walls of her twat already wet and lubricating the head of his prick and he continued thrusting it into her. Inch by inch he penetrated into her virgin slit and felt her muscles tightening more with each inch of cock that disappeared.
Finally he felt resistance-felt something stopping his progress and this was the first time that anything like this had ever happened to him. He was with a virgin for the first time.
A sudden convulsive thrust, however, bent her hymen and sent his cock even further into her vaginal passage.
Finally he couldn't contain himself any longer. With the hot impulsiveness of a wild sex starved man, he plunged in deep, filling her cunt with the whole length of his rod. He had all of the eagerness and impatience of youth and he came down hard on top of her searching for her lips.
He seemed to be ignoring her discomfort now and Joyce was trying to dismiss it herself because even with all the pain she felt a goodly amount of pleasure and she was anxious to feel the complete pleasure that his solid manhood could offer.
Joyce squirmed underneath him, moving her hips so that his cock stretched the walls of her pussy and rubbed up against her sensitive clit. With this contact her body seemed to come alive and her mouth searched for
Paul's lips ... they met, in a frenzied kiss with Paul bitting at her full lips and Joyce letting her hand roam further down Paul's back until she could feel the muscular mound of his buttocks.
Instinctively Paul began his humping motion, pulling out slowly inch by inch and then pummeling hard into her fragile twat with his huge throbbing cock. Joyce began to moan with the impact from it. She felt as though he was splitting her. With a final thrust their groins slammed together and she had everything that he had to offer-every last fraction of an inch of his meat was stuffed into her hole.
As the pain subsided, Paul began to pick up speed. With each stroke Joyce's body quivered. Each plunge began to mean ecstasy and she moved her hips in answer to him and in response to his need.
She was satisfying an instinctive lust that the two of them felt. Her cunt began vibrating and pulsating around his prick racing to meet each plunge.
It was Joyce's body that first felt the delicious sensations of approaching climax. Her body grew taut, her back stiffened and she began to squirm with delight grinding her snatch, undulating her hips and moaning loudly.
Paul's next plunge released the dam and set the loose Joyce' stored up fluids of passion. The liquid flowed down the length of her canal making these final moments of sex excruciatingly pleasurable.
Joyce's body went wild. Her legs flashed against the ground and her hands ripped up huge tufts of grass. She breathed deeply and exhaled even harder and her head rolled from side to side.
Paul continued to move up and down, sinking his shaft over and over again into her saturated slit. The muscles in his back stiffened with the first tingles of pleasure that sprung from his testicles and flooded through his whole body. His hips raced wildly ... out of control ... pounding at her and stuffing her completely with his rock-hard prick. He clenched his teeth and held on to Joyce's delicate shoulders.
"I'm coming. I'm coming!" he screamed and the head of his prick exploded filling her body with long and powerful squirts of his young love juice ... whitewashing her insides.
Drained and exhausted Paul collapsed on top of her and after a few minutes sort of rolled over onto his side. His rod still stiff slid out and glistened in the strong sunlight.
"That was wonderful Paul ... I never knew it could be so good," Joyce said as she sat up. Her eyes had been too thoroughly absorbed with the sight of Paul's penis for her to notice her own crotch.
"I'm bleeding ... I'm bleeding," she shrieked noticing the blood.
"Don't worry," Paul said in a consoling tone. "It'll stop ... you're just not a virgin anymore," he added matter-of-factly.
"Are you sure?" she questioned her voice cracking with fear.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Joyce don't worry about it," Paul replied and fetched a handkerchief from his pants and began to clean her up.
"Oh, Paul, I'm so worried ... what if someone finds out? What if someone knows what we did?"
"Don't worry, no one will ever know, Joyce. Just you and me."
But Paul was wrong. That afternoon in the park, that first lay with Joyce had resulted in a pregnancy. It cost them more problems than either could cope with. They had to confide in their parents and ultimately did after Joyce was a couple of months pregnant.
The four adults got together and discussed the problem and it was decided that they would allow Paul and Joyce to get married. Joyce was delighted and Paul was scared.
Paul was allowed to finish up college. His parents paid for it and the young couple lived with Joyce's parents. Her father had drummed the fear of hell into Paul so that the whole time that he had left in college he never touched another girl ... he was faithful to his young bride.
Joyce's mother harranged and browbeat Joyce until finally all of the fun, joy and glamour of being a young bride and mother was gone. Joyce felt trapped ... cheated and saw to it that Paul, who she blamed for her misfortune suffered as much as she did.
From the onset their marriage was doomed. A marriage created out of their overwhelming attraction for each other disintegrated into a miserable union. The two of them felt trapped and were held together only by their infant daughter, nagging parents and a condemning society.
Chapter Two
Years passed ... eight of them ... long and unhappy years. At twenty six Paul was the father of an eight year old daughter.
Paul and Joyce had lived in their own apartment for five years. After graduating from college they had lived with her parents for one year while Paul taught and saved the money necessary for them to set up their own housekeeping.
His daughter, at eight, was openly partial to his wife and maternal grandparents so that Paul did not feel the deep natural love that is usually transmitted from father to daughter. The girl had been imbued by her mother and grandparents so that she neither respected or admired her father.
This was why Paul went home reluctantly daily from school to his cold unhappy home. Sure, Joyce kept a neat house, prepared good meals and did everything that most wives do-that is, openly at least, for in private she completely resented her husband and did everything possible to put him down.
In bed over the years Joyce had discovered that she could really get even with Paul-get even with him for making her the way that she was. She had sex with him reluctantly and when she did it was almost as if Paul were screwing a dead body. There was little, if any, response.
As for her personal appearance she deliberately let that slide. She felt no compulsion to look pretty and attractive for her husband and over the years had gained weight and had changed from an exceptionally beautiful girl to a rather dowdy wife. Her breasts, once so firm and sensual, were now large, soft and sagging. Her narrow waist had expanded so that the definition, if any, was slight It got so that the only time Joyce looked good and presentable, when she looked desirable, was when they were going somewhere or having company and even then it was a far cry from that beautiful girl of eighteen.
Paul had grown accustomed to this over the years and it had reached the point where he was almost an impersonal being. He could function in his home almost without feeling. He applied his energies to studying and at twenty-six had gotten his master's in English and was working on his doctorate. That became his real love ... his life.
The dinner that night had been good though, as usual, there was no communication between Paul, his wife and his daughter. He had retired to his den where he corrected some papers and read for the rest of the evening.
At eleven o'clock he got ready for bed. As he stood at his dresser in his pajama, taking the last puffs of his cigarette he began to feel that stirring, that familiar urge, churning in his bowels.
"After all," he thought, "I'm a man. I'm entitled to love and sex and it's her place to give it to me."
He nodded at his wife who had just climbed into the bed a few minutes earlier.
He ground out the cigarette in the ash tray and walked slowly over to his wife's side of the bed.
He placed his warm palm on her cheek and brushed away the long stringy hair.
"I'd ... I'd like to make love, Joyce."
"Paul, I've had a long day. I'm tired. Maybe ... maybe tomorrow night."
"No ... no Joyce. It's not okay. I don't ask often. I don't impose on you often. But after all, I'm a man. I have needs and feelings and urges and I want it ... tonight"
Joyce's eyes roamed over Paul's body. He was as handsome at twenty six as he was at eighteen but this didn't matter to her at all. She had succeeded at pushing down all her desires as a woman but she had the opinion of herself as a good wife and she was, at least, in the mechanical aspects of it So she realized that there was no putting him off-no denying him what was rightfully his. He wasn't going to get any grounds for separation or divorce as far as she was concerned.
"Well, okay, if you really want to," she said impersonally.
Paul stood up and unbuttoned his pajama shirt exposing his manly chest Joyce threw back the blankets and wiggled out of her cotton nightgown, sighing because of the imposition on her. As Paul slid out of his pajama pants he looked at her, down at his wife's fleshly body.
"It's a shame," he thought. "She could still be attractive, still be beautiful. It's a shame, just a plain shame."
His prick was still limp. The sight of her body no longer instantly aroused him and his hand moved in between his thighs fingering his meat until he could feel it responding to his touch. When it had expanded its full measure Paul knelt onto the bed and stretched out along side of his wife.
Joyce made no move to touch him to feel his warm body or to stimulate and arouse him. To her it was nothing. To her the act was just something that had to be done, that had to be endured.
Paul had long since realized and accepted this and moved his body onto hers, pushing the head of his shaft in between her cunt lips. Joyce shut her eyes. She always did when she felt his shaft sliding into her pussy. It was almost as if she wanted to block out the reality, of it-to change things.
Paul reached down, forcing Joyce's legs further apart, so that he could work it in better. She offered no resistance but didn't cooperate either.
With one quick movement of his hips Paul sunk his whole rod into Joyce's fleshly snatch. The warm moist folds of her pussy engulfed the entire length of his cock and just this sensation alone made Paul's body tremble with anticipation-with desire.
He stretched out full on top of her feeling her huge melons press against his muscular chest and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. His back arched, his hips moved and he began to screw her, withdrawing slowly and then plowing it back in. It became almost ritualistic as his cock slid in and out of her pussy.
Gradually his tempo increased, his passion mounted, until he was humping her furiously-beating his meat into her hot love hole. Within Paul's body the pressures mounted. The stirring in his nuts became intense and he felt the liquid inside of his moving through his system and getting ready to jet out.
Paul began to think back again to that day in the park and jolts of electricity raced through his body. He was becoming more excited, more passionate ... as his climax moved closer. The head of his cock expanded and at the same time every one of Paul's strained. Then he felt his hot come squirting out of his prick like it was shooting out of the nozzle of a high pressure water hose. His hands clutched at the bed and he grit his teeth moaning loudly.
It was over. It had been rotten and it was over. But at least he didn't have to jerk off. He pulled out of Joyce and got out of bed, cleaning him off with a towel. Joyce disappeared into the bathroom as Paul put on his pajamas.
"Never again," he thought "She's gonna have to ask me the next time." He was depressed and felt guilty and unclean. But Paul had made these vows before and in time his need for sex, his lust for a woman would become stronger than his pride.
Chapter Three
The next night was Open School night and Paul was glad that he had an excuse, a good valid excuse, for not going home. He had a pleasant dinner with some of his fellow teachers and then returned to school to meet with his pupil's parents.
The evening dragged on. Most of the other teachers disliked it because it tied them down but it was different for Paul. At last it was over and once again he felt compelled to go home.
He pulled his car out of the parking space and headed for the highway. Just at the entrance to the highway he saw a young form, obviously hitch-hiking. As he drew closer he recognized it as that of a young girl, perhaps seventeen or eighteen. She was dressed in tight fitting denims and a plaid blouse. Paul didn't even have time to think whether or not he should pick up the girl whose appearance was so striking. His car just seemed to stop automatically and the girl ran over to it.
"Hi ... need a lift?"
"Yeah," she replied sweetly.
"Where are you going?" Paul asked.
"Oh, nowhere in particular," the girl said sliding into the car and closing the door after her.
"I don't understand," Paul said with a puzzled look on his face.
"Don't worry honey, you will ... my name's Peggy, Peggy Martin. What's yours?"
"Paul, Paul Garner," Paul replied pulling away from the curb. He couldn't stay there any longer because there were other cars trying to get on the highway also.
"Where are you going?" Peggy asked.
"Where do you live?" the girl asked.
"In Oakwood," Paul replied quickly naming a section of the city that was near his home. He was surprised at himself and didn't quite understand why he gave the girl an incorrect answer.
"Oh, that's a nice section of the city."
"You know it then?"
"Yeah, a man picked me up a couple of nights ago and he was from there and we went over to his place."
"Do you hitch-hike very often?"
"Oh sure, that's what I do all the time."
"That's not very safe though, is it?"
"Sure, it is. All my friends do it. We meet lots of groovy people this way."
"I don't follow," Paul said. His eyes were glued to the road because of the heavy traffic.
"Well, let me explain," the girl said. Her tone was full of self confidence and determination. In a second her hand reached across the seat and sought Paul's crotch. Her fingers expertly found their target and squeezed gently on Paul's testicles and cock.
"What are you doing?" Paul cried his voice suddenly high pitched and revealing the shock that he felt
"Well, I'm explaining why I'm hitch-hiking."
"You mean a girl your age is out for ... "
"Kicks, yeah. It's the thing you know."
"No, I didn't know. Tell me about it"
"Well, we learned it from some of the guys. You hitch-hike and get picked up. If you like the guy you lead him on. Most of the time you don't have to explain. They're the ones who are anxious to play games if you know what I mean."
"I do know what you mean. But what kind of games do the guys play? Why do they get picked up?"
"Oh, that's easy. They get their rocks off. There are lots of queers you know, who drive around the streets picking up young boys."
"Are there really?" Paul questioned.
"Yes, you'd be surprised."
"I'm sure I would."
"Then there are the normal guys, the straight guys who pick up us girls."
"But what do you do?"
"Anything."
"How old are you?"
"I'm seventeen."
"My God, how times change!"
"What?"
"Nothing, I was just mumbling to myself."
"Well, do you wanna?"
"Do you wanna fool around?"
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Since I was fifteen."
"Have you ... have you ever?"
"Have I ever fucked? Is that what you were gonna ask?"
"Yes, that was what I was gonna ask," Paul said blushing.
"Yeah, I've been fucking since I was fourteen. But then it was only with the guys around the neighborhood. Like I said, I've only been on the road since I was fifteen."
"But what happens if you get pregnant?"
"Oh, I won't I take pills."
"Smart girl."
"You bet! And I have a ball."
"I'm sure you do."
"If you wanna fool around you can get off at the next exit. I know a good place to go," Peggy said, feeling Paul's prick hardening in his pants.
Paul glanced off the road and looked at the girl. She was pretty, unbelievably pretty. Her complexion was pink and clear. Her hair long blond, her eyes blue, her smile most innocent and sweet. She didn't have a bad shape either and all of a sudden Paul found himself driving off at the next exit.
"All right. Where to?" he asked.
"Make the next right and then head down Baker Street until I tell you to stop," Peggy said and Paul complied.
About five minutes later they pulled up in front of a long row of one-family attached houses. He parked where the girl directed and the two of them got out.
"Follow me down this alley," the girl whispered and again Paul complied. He was confident of his ability to defend himself if she had friends waiting there ... waiting to roll him or something.
The two of them finally came out into a large paved area that was the driveway that served the attached houses like the houses there were a series of attached garages running the length of the driveway. Paul followed the girl as she went and they stopped at the fifth garage. The girl reached into her pocket and finally produced a key.
She unlocked the door and pushed it partially open.
"What's this?" Paul questioned.
"You'll see. Wait here until I light a light and keep it quiet."
"Okay," Paul responded.
A few seconds later she returned to the door with a hurricane lamp and beckoned for Paul to follow her into the garage.
Paul could hardly believe his eyes when he became accustomed to the dim light of the hurricane lamp. There was a huge brass bed, a couple of sofas and easy chairs, a refrigerator and a regular kitchen table.
"What is this?" Paul questioned.
"This is our clubhouse ... where we go when we find someone."
"Who's we?"
"A group of my friends, we all chip in an pay the rent each month. There's a big cookie jar over there if you want to help out, but I'm not asking ... I mean you don't have to."
"Oh, I don't mind. I'd like to."
"Well, then later, but not now. We're lucky."
"Why?"
"We're the first ones here."
"What does that mean?"
"That means we get the bed!" Peggy chirped, bouncing across the room and jumping on the bed.
Paul picked up the hurricane lamp from the folding table where Peggy had left it and approached the bed. He was nervous, uncomfortable, but he placed the lamp down on the nearby kitchen table and sat down on the bed.
"What happens if someone comes?"
"Like who?"
"Like some nosey neighbor or something?"
"Oh, don't worry-that's never happened and besides, the door is locked and only the members have keys."
"Do you live around here, Peggy?"
"Oh no, I live by the hospital ... my father's a doctor."
"Oh," Paul said surprised and then opened his eyes even wider and even more surprised as the girl undid the buttons on her blouse and slid it over her creamy white shoulders. She wasn't wearing any bra and there were the same young firm tits that had turned on Paul with Joyce years ago.
Peggy stood up on the bed and unclasped her jeans. Quickly she peeled them down over her curvy buttocks and asked Paul to help her out of them.
They were so tight that she needed help and Paul grabbed the bottom of each pants leg and finally pulled them free. Peggy rolled over onto her back. Her blond hair spread out on the pillow and framed her pretty face.
"Come on Paul, what are you waiting for?" she asked sweetly.
Almost mechanically Paul began to slip out of his clothing throwing his jacket onto a nearby chair. It was immediately followed by his shirt and tie and then his slacks. A few seconds later Paul slipped out of his underwear and stood next to the bed.
Peggy sat up as soon as she saw his naked body. The light wasn't very good. His skin looked golden in the tiny flame but there was no mistaking that hard on. It was huge, long and thick and full of promise. Peggy knew that she was going to have a real good time with this stud.
"That's some body you've got there," she cooed.
"Glad you like it," Paul answered.
"Like it! That's an understatement. Man that's even stuff," staring at his cock.
Paul smiled at her as he felt the blood racing through his veins carrying the fires of lust to every part of his body. The head of his cock expanded with anticipation ... with lust.
"Come on, join me on the bed," Peggy delivered her invitation with all the warm and sensuality of a professional seductress.
"This is too good to be true," Paul thought as he felt the bed sag under his knee.
"Like I said, that's some prick you've got there," Peggy said admiringly. She reached forward and took a hand full.
"All the better to poke you with my dear," Paul smiled reaching over and grabbing one of her huge hot tits and massaging the sensitive flesh until he could feel the cute pink nipple grow hard and firm to his touch.
"How good is that tongue of yours?" Peggy asked. Her features were shaping themselves into sincere lustful grin.
"It depends what it's licking on," Paul answered.
"You know what I mean," she replied.
"No, sweetheart, what do you mean?"
"You dig the taste of cunt?"
Paul eased the girl down on the bed and positioned himself so that he was lying with his head between her legs.
"That's a delicious piece of cunt you have there honey," he said, "all nice and pink and juicy."
"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," Peggy replied reaching down and spreading her cunt lips wide. "Go ahead honey, lick that clit! Give me a thrill!"
Paul felt himself growing hotter by the second at the sight of her delicious snatch seemed to turn him on more than anything had in years. It was young pussy and the desire to probe into it with his tongue was becoming intense.
He edged his face closer finally letting his tongue lick out at the swollen piece of flesh. As he did so Peggy's body reacted violently.
With shaking fingers she reached down and ran them through his hair. Finally holding his head firmly she undulated her body forward moving her hips in such a way as to give him a big mouthful.
"Suck that hot pussy, baby," she gasped through clenched teeth. "Get in there and eat it out good," she moaned raising her hips from side to side.
Paul heard everything that she had to say but he really didn't need any encouragement. The taste of her sweet cunt juices made his own activities more eager. He pushed his forceful tongue deep into her sensitive slit licking at her moist warm walls and occasionally stroking the length of her clitoris. It was a new experience for him and one he found that was really exciting.
They were going at it hot and heavy but soon the churning in Paul's loins made him grow tired. He desired some sort of gratification for himself.
"Come on, sweetheart, your turn. How about wrapping your juicy lips around this," Paul said rolling over onto his back and waving his prick at her.
"Okay baby, I can't wait to get that big thick prick of yours down my throat."
"Well, come on then. Get your ass moving!" he snapped.
Paul's own body was trembling with excitement and anticipation as he switched his position so that he could lean against the back of the bed. He watched as Peggy moved her lithe young form around and between his legs.
"I love sucking ... especially a prick like this," then parted her lips and engulfed the head of Paul's throbbing cock.
Inch by inch Peggy took more of his prick into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip and Paul's whole body quivered with excitement.
"Umm," she moaned and began to work her head furiously back and forth and up and down on his mighty shaft. Pretty soon Paul could feel the sensations mounting within him. He knew that if he didn't stop her soon he'd be shooting a load into her sweet young mouth.
"That's enough of that baby. I'm gonna come if you don't stop."
Peggy lifted her head and stared into Paul's big blue eyes. "Can you come twice?"
"I don't know, but for the first time I want to fuck you. I want to screw that delicious slit of yours."
"Good, that's what I want to," Peggy replied sliding over on the bed and gesturing for Paul to move in next to her.
He slid down, taking her in his arms as he did and holding her firm young body tightly against him.
"You really have some body," Peggy whispered hotly against his ear.
At the sound of her words Paul's own grip tightened on her. He then reached between their bodies and grabbed hold of one of her tits and worked it in a slow rhythmic circle.
Pleasure was racing throughout her body, but Peggy relaxed and lay passively in the bed. Her body trembled beneath his touch and she arched her body upward his warm contact.
Peggy surrendered completely to him as strong fingers roamed over her body, gently squeezing and massaging as they went Her enjoyment was quite obvious to Paul as she edged herself up and brought her lips to his neck and left a trail-a hot trail of kisses-down over his neck and on to his strong broad shoulders.
It was Paul who was moaning now as he felt Peggy responding to his touch and his cock seemed to grow stiffer and stronger. Paul was glad that this was going to be slow and enjoyable-not quick one, two, three like it was wife his wife. He was enjoying it, every second of it and he wanted to hold out as long as possible before screwing her.
Peggy's fingers were now roaming over his body-touching Paul everywhere and sending him soaring off somewhere into space. As her fingers touched that vital spot between Paul's thighs she felt him tighten up his muscles and it was obvious to Peggy that he was fighting with himself, trying to slow himself down. Yet he was ready to hop on her and fuck the daylights out of her cunt. Yet also she knew that he wanted it to last. She could see the effort that he was making to calm himself down and so Peggy just lay back on the bed and waited.
She was holding his stiff throbbing joint in her hand and knew that she was going to get it soon. All that she had to do now was wait for the signal from him that would let her know that he was ready to hump her.
As Paul's hands roamed over Peggy's pussy she opened her legs wide and brought her hips up high on the mattress.
"That's right, Paul. Get me ready. This is what I've been waiting for!" she gasped.
Paul moved up off the bed and positioned himself over Peggy's young body. He was slow, very slow and very gentle but soon both of them knew that the wild animal in him would take over. Once he was uptight in her cunt she would have some new thrills, some new experiences and so would he for the first time in years.
Peggy was amazed at the size of his prick. She had seen a lot of cocks in her lifetime, but she had to admit-and she did-that this was the largest ... the biggest one that she had ever seen.
She reached down to pull on Paul's enormous stalk.
"Give it to me Paul. Give it to me slow, but give it to me all the way. I want to feel it doing its job, turning me on and making me squirm."
Peggy guided his prick down and guided it between her tight opening and Paul moved his hips forcing it forward with die first thrust
Peggy's face went through contortions as she screamed out of enjoyment, spreading her legs even wider. She opened them completely and pulled at Paul's back, telling him without words that she wanted to get more-that she wanted Paul to hump her deeper and faster.
Paul smiled to himself. If she reacted like this to the first few inches he wondered what it would be like by the time he got his whole prick into her snatch.
"This is turning out to be real fun," he said gently as he jabbed at her pussy, pushing it in a little more into her.
He began to move his hips a little faster, fucking her like crazy as he went and pushing into more with each forward thrust.
Peggy was feeling every move but she didn't stop him at all. She just lay there, gasping and moaning and enjoying. The only movement that she made was to apply pressure with her legs, pulling him deeper into her slit
Without hesitating Paul pushed forward squeezing at her tits as he went. He was going more slowly now, more slowly than he could ever remember going with Joyce. For some reason the fact that Peggy was getting pleasure out of it excited him and he wanted to give her every bit of pleasure that he was capable of delivering. It was important to him ... very important.
He knew that he had achieved his goal when Peggy arched herself upward and sent his prick sliding right up into her cunt all the way. It felt so good to have the nice hot walls of her snatch sucking at his tool and Paul knew that it was just as good for Peggy.
At first her pussy hole was tight but as Paul slid his shaft in and out she seemed to loosen up and seemed to relax and take it all a little bit more easily.
Each time that Paul hit home Peggy ground herself up to complete the contact and as his body picked up speed and began to thrust harder ... faster she began panting and wiggling beneath him. His strong masculine body held her prisoner. She was impaled on his meat and it was almost impossible for her to move very much.
She ground her hips into the mattress and began making slow rhythmic circles with her snatch as Paul slid deeper into her velvet smooth cavity.
It soon became apparent to both of them that Paul was losing control. She knew that the tension was mounting within him just the way it was within her.
Paul could feel it starting within the pit of his stomach and his balls-it was the old familiar stirring but this time more intense, more violent.
He began pumping more furiously into her. Their loins ground together with such force that they made loud slapping noises.
Peggy picked up the motion and drove her pussy up into him faster and harder. Paul's cock action was driving her into a frenzy and she could feel her own contractions starting to move in her snatch-starting to make her body tremble with pleasure.
Over and over Paul slid his shaft in and out of the beautiful young girl until finally he lost control and was screwing her like a savage animal. Peggy's own hips undulated wildly under his savage attack as her release came.
She gasped and clawed at Paul's back, digging her nails into his smooth skin and leaving long red welts across his otherwise flawless back.
She wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his buttocks, pulling him ... tugging at him ... begging him without words to shove it into the hilt and just leave it there while it happened.
But Paul was too far gone to comply. He had his own needs, his own desires to attend to and Peggy was no match for his strength.
He continued to buckle his hips and to stuff his meat all the way into her box and Peggy had no recourse but to relax and enjoy it.
A second later Paul's body strained ... grew rigid and his thrusts became long, harder and deeper.
"Close?" Peggy asked her voice trembling from the sensations that her own body was enjoying.
"Now ... now!" Paul screamed, "I'm coming!"
He made one last final plunge into her, grinding his cock all the way up into Peggy's vagina. She was well lubricated now by her own copious fluids ... her own liquid lust and Paul's shaft sank effortlessly into the dark cavern. The muscles along the walls of her snatch seemed to grab at it and massage it and suck at it and Paul felt the tip of his prick expand. His whole tool grew iron hard and finally as Paul squeezed the muscles of his buttocks together tightly his cock head erupted in a spasmodic fury.
It felt like he was never going to stop coming, never going to finish shooting out his hot rich cream into Peggy's waiting twat. She convulsed with pleasure and squirmed in ecstasy.
His voice became only animal like grunts-moans and sighs of satisfaction and his face was completely distorted by the pleasure that he felt His teeth were clenched and his eyes shut tightly and the muscles of his face completely drawn in a look of sheer delight
It was over and Paul felt the last few droplets of his rich cream draining out of his prick slowly. He started to withdraw the organ from its warm moist sheath and he felt a tickling sensation of intense pleasure as he did so.
Finally the two of them settled, lying next to each other, drained and tired but both of them knew, both of them felt, both of them were sure that the night's activities were not over. Before long they'd be going at it again and would be experiencing each other's passions and satisfying each other's lust.
"You're good ... really good," Paul said.
"Thanks ... it took a lot of practice though, Peggy replied.
"Well, whatever it was, you really know how to use that box of yours. You really know how to make a guy feel good."
"You aren't so bad yourself. I mean, Man, I've been fucked a lot of times, but this was one of the best, if not the best. That's some sausage you have there."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it"
"Are we gonna have another go at it?" Peggy asked and her eyes seemed to plead for more.
"Yeah, in a little while, okay?"
"Yeah, I need a rest too ... time to recuperate."
"Yeah, I bet you do," Paul replied.
Just then they heard the sound of footsteps outside of the garage. Paul jolted up in bed, staring at the door. A second later he heard the sound of a key being put into the lock.
"What's going on?" he asked.
"Don't worry," Peggy said. Her voice sounded very reassuring. "It's probably only one of the group."
Chapter Four
"Hello ... anyone here?" the soft girlish voice drifted across the garage.
"Sue ... Sue, is that you, honey," Peggy cried excitedly.
"Yeah, Peg. You alone?"
"No, I've got someone with me. How about you?"
"I've got someone too. You know when Susan goes a hunting, she always brings home the bacon."
"A long sausage is more like it, Sue," Peggy laughed.
"Well that's true and this one fits the bill. I already checked him out."
"You always do," Peggy replied.
"That's how I always get a good lay, honey. What's this guy you're with like?"
"Oh, he's fantastic! You don't come across one like Paul every day of the week. In fact, you don't even come across one like him once a week!" Peggy said giving Paul's limp tool a gentle caress.
"Oh, ... let me see him," Sue cried. She quickly came across the room leaving her stud behind her. She stopped suddenly next to the bed, her eyes cut through the dim light of the hurricane lamp, the corners of her mouth turned up into a soft seductive smile. In the unsure light the girl's green eyes blazed with a green fire. They sparkled with eagerness and shimmered with lust.
Paul glanced at the girl momentarily and then his stare became fixed; as Peggy Martin was the typical blonde blue-eyed beauty, then Sue was an outstanding example of a ravishing red haired, green-eyed knockout
That was a combination hard to come by and Paul had never really been turned on by red heads. He had seen plenty of good looking ones but somehow they just didn't have the ability to make him hot between the legs-not the way he was beginning to feel now.
It was different with Sue. She stood there just eating Paul up with her eyes. Her figure was erect and her breasts pushing and moving against the white cotton blouse she wore. The neckline was open ... just enough to reveal a teasing look at her tits. Her pants accented the curve of her hips ... hips tightly wrapped.
Sue's legs were soft, long seductive slender columns gracefully designed to stimulate a man's imagination. Paul pictured his hands running along the naked flesh to that moist spot between her thighs-a place where he was sure to find satisfaction.
He couldn't understand what was coming over him-couldn't believe the way this girl was turning him on ... especially after he had just finished enjoying the best sex that he had in years. He took a fleeting glance at Peggy. God, she was beautiful too. This must be a dream, a dream too good to be true, but the blonde's warm naked body moved against his own at just that movement and he knew that this was not a dream-this was pure reality, but too good to be true.
"Hello, ... I'm Paul," his baritone voice cut through the uneasy stillness.
"Hi, Paul, I'm Sue, ... Sue Ramsey," the girl's melodic voice replied and Sue brushed back her hair with long tapering fingers-hair that was red ... sheer fiery, passion and Paul burned, ached just to run his own fingers through it, just to hold the girl close to him.
Then in the darkness Paul heard the lock being snapped shut on the garage doors and out of the shadows a tall, ruggedly handsome man appeared-a man who was into his thirties and who looked confused, ashamed, guilty.
Paul was suddenly aware of his own nakedness and tried to move the bed linen to conceal his slowly hardening prick.
You didn't say there were going to be other people here," demanded the man looking at Peggy's naked body.
"Oh ... I should have told you ... that there was a chance that there might be someone else here. You see, there's a group of us who keep this place up and we all have the right to use it ... to bring anyone here that we want to. So, don't get uptight about it man. "Anyone who is here is here for the same reason you are-to get their rocks off," Peggy said, only intermittently looking at the man.
"I'm not so sure that I like it. It doesn't seem safe to me."
"Oh, it's fine, it's safe enough, we haven't had any trouble here," Peggy replied.
"If you don't think you're gonna like it, if you would rather go, well, men that's up to you. I mean man, you're not gonna to enjoy it if you're all kinds of nervous. And if you don't enjoy it, that means I'm not gonna enjoy it So like I said, if you don't feel comfortable you might as well go."
"Oh ... I suppose I could get used to it I suppose I'll relax in a little while."
"Well, I hope you do. We don't want anyone here who's not gonna enjoy it," Sue commented coldly.
"I think we'll see to it that he enjoys it," Peggy commented looking at the man with a seductive glint in her eyes.
"My girlfriend Peggy likes a lot of variety so maybe if you're nice to us, she'll let you throw a hump into her ... how would you like that?"
"Wouldn't mind it at all ... "
"That's what I thought" Sue said cutting him off. "How about you Peg? Would you like to take him on?"
"That depends on what he's got between his legs, honey. My snatch just had some workout with Paul and I don't want any letdowns. So if he's something good to offer then it's okay with me."
"Like I said, I always check them out honey," Sue said walking over to the man and reaching for his fly.
In an instant the sound of a zipper being pulled open filled the room and Sue's hand disappeared for a moment into his pants. A second later she pulled his meat out for Peg's inspection. It sat there limp in her hand for a few seconds and then she started to jiggle it back and forth and up and down. Slowly the organ came to life, got hard and responded to her magical touch.
"What are you doing?" the man shrieked.
"Don't be shy honey, nobody else is."
"I never ... "
"Well, you should," she cut him off.
He reached for her hand and tried to retrieve his prick.
"You've got to be cooperative you know. I mean you don't want us to turn off and boot your ass out of here, do you?"
"No," the man stammered. He was so hot ... so aroused that he didn't want to do anything to antagonize the girls, to turn them off.
"That's better, honey. Well, Peg, what do you think?"
"I've got to get a better look at it," she said crawling down to the end of the bed and reaching for it.
"Nice size, that should do the trick. Soft ... long ... good and solid," she commented almost as if she were buying a melon or a cucumber. "Almost as good as Paul's," she said, "alright I'll have to go at it."
"Well, I guess I'll hit the road, "Paul said and started to move to the end of the bed only to be stopped by Sue's fast action. She flung her body across his and pinned him to the bed.
"Not so fast honey," she said sweetly, her voice containing a softness that she hadn't used with the other man and then she started to whisper, "I got rid of him so that I could take you on, so I could groove with you. Now don't tell me that you're gonna leave me high and dry ... hanging up in a tree, all hot and bothered with my little pussy all itching to be fucked ... no, I don't think you'd do that to me, would you?"
"Well, that's a different story," Paul said, grabbing the girl by her shoulders and pulling her up full length next to him.
His prick was already hard. His lust was already aroused and he was ready, even anxious but delayed for a few minutes to watch Peggy Martin carry on with her new trick.
"By the way, honey, what's your name?" Peggy said, still fondling the man's rigid cock.
"Lloyd ... Lloyd Wood?"
"I'm thirty three, last February and you?"
"Me? I'm seventeen, you know you're almost twice as old as I am-so, you'll have to be careful with me. I mean, I don't want you to hurt me or anything."
"Don't worry, I never hurt anyone. I'll be easy, I'll be gentle."
"You bet you will, honey," she said.
"Don't you want me to ... take off my clothes?" he said nervously, glancing from Peg to Paul to Sue.
"Yeah, I think that might be a good idea. After all, it's no fun fucking through a zipper, is it?"
"No," he replied chuckling uneasily to himself.
"Here, honey, you're much too slow. Let me give you a hand," Peg said quickly unfastening his belt and yanking his pants down. Within a few minutes the man was completely nude and standing in front of her for inspection.
Peg began to scrutinize his body, to try to evaluate the bargain she had made with Sue. She was, indeed, handsome in his own way-tall and rugged with black curly hair and dark olive skin with penetrating black eyes ... eyes set deeply in his head making his long straight nose seem even longer. His lips were full and sensual and his jaw solidly set He had that look that Peg often associated with football players.
The rest of his body reminded of a football player also. He was solid and muscular, with a strong barreled chest, flat muscular stomach and strong solid thighs.
She ran her sensitive hands up along the outside of his legs feeling the muscles of his buttocks.
Strong, she thought, he's gonna be able to throw some hump.
At last she concluded that although he wasn't as good as Paul it wasn't a bad deal by far and she led him toward the couch.
Peggy sank down onto the soft sofa, gesturing for Lloyd to join her and he did instantly ... eagerly. He began to fondle Peggy's orbs of delight His experienced hands roamed over them, squeezing them, kneading them, feeling them, stimulating them. He especially enjoyed treating her nipples and squeezing their hardness. It seemed that this really turned him on.
Sue had produced two cold beers from somewhere and the two of them sat on the bed watching the show that Peg and Lloyd were putting on-enjoying it and becoming more aroused by it Lloyd's hand then began to increase its area of activity roaming down over her flat stomach and smooth groin until her parted her moist cunt lips.
Lloyd's neck and face seemed to redden with passion as he began to work his finger into her ever-hot hole.
Lowly he plunged the digit into her slit and began to tease her insides. He plunged it all the way in, feeling the moist hot walls of Peggy's snatch and stroking her clit diligently.
After having been fucked by Paul one little finger wasn't gonna send Peggy into any wild tantrums. Fucking was her game and she loved it, she thrived on it
She looked down to his prick. It sure was a decent size and she was sure that she would be able to be satisfied by it The more she looked at it the more anxious she seemed to become to get some serious fucking and cut out this high school kid finger fucking shit. She thanked God when she noticed that his cock was throbbing with excitement and she thought to herself, he can't last much longer, he'll be giving in soon.
She was right. Lloyd had reached the end of his patience. He had been teased all night by Sue who hadn't been able to make up her mind whether she wanted him or not At last she had decided to settle on him-that was until she had seen Paul ... she knew right away that it was Paul that she wanted, that he would be the one she wanted, that he would be the one to turn her on. Lloyd had had enough of this teasing game. He had come to the garage to get his rocks off, for nothing else and he quickly moved his position until he was kneeling between Peg's legs, spreading them and getting ready.
He edged his athletic body forward and Peg moaned as she felt the tip of his shaft pushing into her slit
"Oh, that feels good," Peg cried as she wrapped her legs around his back.
He sunk deeper until he was in up to the hilt. With each fraction of an inch that his prick penetrated into her Peggy squirmed with delight and moaned with pleasure. She dug her heels into his buttocks, pulling him closer to her, further into her, filling her with all of the pleasure and cock that she was capable of containing.
Then, Lloyd began to move his hips. His torso eased up and down on top of her, caressed by her legs and met by her anxious groin. His body pounded against her flesh as his meat travelled the length of her canal.
Over and over he continued his rhythmic movements, almost to the tune of a metronome. His hips would move up and Peg would undulate her own body, arch her back and try to follow that instrument of pleasure which slid down the length of her snatch.
Then he'd slam his tool back into her, stuffing her box with his manly pride. Finally Peg began to rotate her groin and the muscles of her cunt pulled and sucked at his throbbing prick. Suddenly, he began to plow into her with a new violence, a new urgency.
Peggy could tell by the way the expression on his face was that he was getting close and it wouldn't do to have him shoot his load before she was ready. She strained her muscles and tightened her cunt to bring about her climax a little bit prematurely.
"Get ready," he called out to her, "I'm almost there, almost ready to shoot my load," he gasped.
She quickly jiggled her fleshy bottom up and down beneath him. The quick movement was just what she needed to start her own flow, to bring on her own orgasm. She felt it starting deep within the pit of her stomach like little fingers of pleasure spreading out through-out the extremities of her body and she squirmed and writhed under his continuous pounding.
It didn't matter to her that he was still fucking her, that he hadn't come. She was experiencing the ultimate thrill, the final delight of sex. Her liquids flowed down the length of her canal drenching the spark that still slid in and out of her.
He moaned deeply and grabbed the handles of her ass, pulling her tightly against him. His final plunge sent him into the throes of violent orgasm. The head of his shaft enlarged and erupted spewing forth his rich come, releasing the pent up pressures and making his whole body quake with the release.
The two of them collapsed against each other exhausted drained and sighing their approval. It had been quite a show-it had been too stimulating and Paul realized that his own prick was now rock hard and was now ready to go again.
Sue Ramsey was lying next to Paul, still fully clothed on her stomach. She too, had found the show exciting. Her snatch was wet with anticipation and she subtly ground her hips against the bed. Slowly she felt the lust build within her.
Lloyd jumped up and began to dress quickly, eagerly. He was anxious to get out of the place-anxious to feel free and safe again. He had gotten what he came for and wasn't about to hang around and socialize.
Peg, too, decided that she had enough for the night and was anxious to get herself home.
"Lloyd ... how about giving me a lift home?"
"Sure, kid, if you're ready soon. I gotta hit the road."
"It'll only take a minute. I just have to slip into my jeans," she said quickly collecting her clothing and struggling into the tight fitting slacks.
Paul was surprised to see that the girl was almost as quick as she said she would be. She then ran over, jumped on the bed and gave Paul a quick kiss goodbye.
"See you around," she called and waved as she followed Lloyd out the door.
Sue sprung up from the bed and again locked the door behind them. Then she turned to Paul, approaching the bed with a deliberate slowness-a deliberate sensuality. She was anxious and knew that he was too.
Chapter Five
Sue Ramsey crossed the room and the bed squeaked under her knee as she climbed on to it ... still fully clothed.
She crawled up the bed easing her body gently against Paul's and then her lips sought out his. She parted her lips quickly and willingly and Paul kissed her long and hard on the mouth, allowing his tongue to probe into the sexy mouth pressed against his.
He rolled over on top of her, pinning her against the bed and she was already beginning to squirm beneath his solid form, as he continued to kiss her.
He rose up onto one of his arms and began moving his lips about her face, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her eyes and slowly be began to unbutton her blouse. Gently one button at a time, kissing the flesh that was exposed with each new button.
At last the garment was opened up and exposed her bare skin both above and beneath her bra. Paul began kissing at her naked flesh, making her squirm even more beneath his lips. He began tracing a line of moist kisses down between the cups of her bra and onto her shaking belly.
While he was letting his tongue dart in and out of her naval he let his hand roam freely over her legs and up under the material of her mini skirt, letting it come to rest on the smooth cool skin high on her thigh.
It was powerfully stimulating and Paul shivered with the excitement of exploration. The smooth skin of her thigh felt nice but it was much nicer when he slid his fingers upward even further and found the inviting moist flesh of her pussy, open and available to him.
With trembling hands he pulled his fingers from underneath her skirt and eased her upward toward him, making her rearrange her body to a sitting position so that it would be easier for him to undress her, easier for him to remove her blouse, bra, skirt, all the clothing that was getting in his way.
Sue, who had a big mouth, always had something to say-but when I came to sex she was demure and passive. But she aided him when he began to remove her blouse, pulling her arms free from the confining material. When her blouse was off and out of his way, he reached behind and expertly released the clasp of her bra that held the material to her flesh. It had been a long time since he had really undressed a woman. Joyce had always denied him this pleasure and went sex became an unavoidable necessity she would pretty much undress herself.
Once again before his eyes there were two milk white globs of flesh in clear view. Twice in one night was almost too much for Paul to bear and he shivered with his own excitement Sue had breasts that differed from Peg's. They seemed to be rounder and more sensual. She had some of the nicest pair of knockers that he had ever seen and that included those girlie books that some of his friend passed around. Her nipples were reddish pink and they stood erect, straight out from the lust flesh of her breasts-standing high with excitement and pleasure.
He placed his hands on her hips, sliding them up her rib cage until he came to her beautiful breasts. Clasping them underneath, he let his thumbs press into the tips of those beautiful nipples. Sue sighed with the pleasure of his touch and Paul knew that she would refuse him nothing.
Her fingers were digging into his hard muscles, roaming over his shoulders and through the thick hair of his chest, slowly, timidly making their way downward until at last she touched ... grabbed onto and began to fondle his stiff manhood.
All of a sudden, Sue seemed to come alive, to become a passionate sex siren. Her hands raced out of control, feeling for every inch of Paul's solid flesh, moving over everything that was in her reach. At last she reached down and took hold of his balls, molding them into her hand and letting them slip through her fingers. She began to breathe deeply, to pant out her needs and desires.
Sue began to apply a pressure with her hands, pushing Paul away from her, gesturing for him to move off the bed and stand at the side.
He did as he was directed and as she moved to the edge her tits hung over the mattress and she placed her head down between his legs, kissing his thighs and slowly moving her tongue upward until his cock rested in that thick nest of soft red hair. Quickly she pulled back, letting that powerful shaft slide through the silken tresses until it stood before her face menacing pointing at her pink lips.
She charged quickly at it, sucking it into her mouth and began very sensually to manipulate it, working her lips over his erect manhood. It was instantly obvious to Paul that she knew what she was doing, that she had had experience ... a lot of experience with sex.
His body began to quake with excitement and he felt his needs rising inside him, rising to the boiling point, threatening to burst his cock open if he didn't get release and get it soon. He looked down her back at the soft roundness of her buttocks and instantly wanted to bury his hot flesh into her pussy and give her a good fuck.
Sue, in the meantime, pulled her lips back from his prick and then maddeningly she began to lick up and down the whole length of his joint, kissing the aching, throbbing head. She was driving him mad with desire. His whole body was vibrant and every nerve in it was screaming and sending shivers running rampant throughout his whole body, like electricity shooting out in every direction. It caused him to grow weak and made his legs give way beneath him every time she licked at the sensitive head.
His hands were shaking as he reached down and grabbed hold of her swinging tits, feeling them and holding them steady as he began moving his body in and out, pushing his prick into her mouth just as he would into her cunt Delicious sensations raced through his body and Paul was content to come this way. He couldn't stand it any longer and he knew that in a short while ... a very short while, he'd be shooting his load down her long graceful throat.
Just then Sue shifted her body so that Paul could see her snatch. The soft reddish blonde down seemed to turn him on and he pictured himself burying his cock head into her tender young slit Suddenly he had to have his cock imbedded deeply into the folds of her hot cunt, he had to eel those sensations and he pushed firmly on her shoulders easing her back onto the mattress.
When Paul had removed Sue's bra and blouse she had unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt in the course of her moving around it had slid down so that now it only clung about her ankles. Paul now reached for the material and pulled it free from her body. His hands were shaking from arousal and excitement. He threw the skirt from the bed and let it fall where it may and stood for a moment looking down at Sue.
At last she lay naked and ready, vulnerable to anything her wanted of her. His eye took in the beautiful form of her naked flesh, the rise and fall of her chest which accented the beauty of her breasts, the wonderfully artistic lines of her waist which flared out into a beautiful curve at her hips. And her pussy ... beautiful, pink, partially concealed in the fine gown, was moist and ready to be had.
Paul stepped up closer and let his hand move freely up and down over the entire length of her body, watching as his fingers squeezed her in place, watching as they sunk into the soft tenderness of her breast.
Suddenly Paul could stand it no longer. He spread her legs as wide as he could and hopped onto the bed between them. He was ready ... completely ready and Sue was just as ripe, just as hot, just as horny as he was. He could tell by the way she was moving on the mattress, undulating her hips, by the way she arched her back, forcing her pussy up into the air off the bed.
He knew that she wanted to feel him hot and solid inside that cunt offers. She wanted to feel the fucking of his prick working into the soft folds of her flesh; wanted to feel his tremendous cock head pushing against the walls of her pussy, spreading her open.
It was sliding a hot knife through butter as he entered her, pushing his rod into her pussy. Her hot flesh seemed to melt around the thickness of his prick that was sliding into her body and moving into her cunt, filling her, plowing her open with each bit of pressure that he applied.
When at last his dick was all the way in her, all the way up into her hot seething hole he let his body rest on top of her, enjoying the feeling of the soft sponge-like flesh scrapping against the muscles of his chest, enjoying the feeling of her body molding against his, enjoying the feeling that they were like one person. But most of all he enjoyed the sensation of being all the way into her, feeling his balls rubbing against her crotch. Her head was wild, thrashing back and forth on the mattress and her tongue shot out of her mouth, snake-like, moving in the air, sucking in the whole world.
"Fuck me," she cried. "Give it to me, I want that cock of yours, all the way in there ... "
"It is baby, it's all the way up," he moaned to her.
"Oh, ... fuck, fuck me, give it to me," she gasped squeezing the muscles in her cunt so that it was even tighter and playing havoc with all Paul's sensitive nerves.
With each movement the head of his cock scrapped the insides of her pussy and the contact with die walls of her vagina made him shiver with the sensations racing through his body. It felt like his thick hard cunt fucker cock head grew even more inside of that tight solid slit of hers.
Her face went pale as he ground out his passion sliding the last inch or two into her ravaged cunt. Her pussy lips seemed to stretch, opening wide ... opening to the limit They seemed to be sucking at his hot dick trying to draw it further into her, trying to draw his whole being into her.
Paul's mind began to roam, began to occupy itself with the most sensual of thoughts. He began to think that her clitoris had grown huge, long and had wrapped itself around his thick meat like a snake and that it was moving up and down squeezing his prick even tighter and making it pulsate with pleasure.
He was shocked back to reality when he heard Sue began to whimper, moaning out beneath him. Her arms and legs wrapped themselves around his solid muscular body. Paul squeezed her even tighter to him, letting his full weight down on top of her, pinning her quivering shaking body to the bed and impelling her on his hard hot muscle. It felt even hotter as he felt it in there, imprisoned in her cunt completely, attaching them together.
Sue then moved her legs off him, spreading them even wider and digging her heels into the mattress. She began pushing up with all of her might so that Paul's pink prick probed up between her legs to the limit.
She started to rotate her hips in a circular motion and though Paul found it pleasurable she wasn't gonna steal the show from him.
He pressed down on top of her and Sue was not any match for him. He was able to hold her steadfastly to the mattress and all that she was able to do was grind her pussy into his crotch, grind his balls between her ass cheeks.
She was going crazy beneath him, straining her body upward with unbelievable force and power. She was being driven wild by her need, by her desire, by her lust and had the force of a savage animal, the determination of a manwoman. She steadily moved her body up against his and Paul decided to relent a little and let her have her way.
When at last her hips had completely cleared the bed his hands moved downward sliding them under her ass, digging his fingers with all his might into her soft ass flesh, pulling her cunt even tighter, closer to his rotating hot prick.
Paul began working his cock into her in rhythmic circles rather than just with straight in and out strokes. He pressed her pussy lips even wider, giving it to her the way she wanted it. She wanted it hot, hard and that is the way it was going to be.
He realized that he was about to go over the brink and he stopped completely, forcing her firmly against the bed and trying to hold her down, but Sue was so hot that she tried to grind out against his force, but that was impossible. She couldn't move, she was a complete prisoner, unable to do a fucking thing until he let her.
She was groaning like an animal and began begging for it without words. She was too hot to talk, too hot to do anything but fuck, too hot to think of anything but that cock sticking into her pussy.
When at last Paul felt the sperm work its way back down the long tube, back into the sac, he began slowly moving his hips up and down against her. Sue moaned out her pleasure, crying for him to give it to her hard again but Paul was afraid that the same thing would happen and he wanted it to last so he continued his strokes slowly ... evenly. Each stroke was carefully calculated as it moved, inch by inch in and out of her flesh.
Paul didn't want to shoot quickly, didn't want to have it end. He wanted to give her a good time, a real good fuck. He knew that she had been around, had lots of cocks up that snatch of hers and Paul decided to let her know what it was like to be humped by a real man. This was the way Paul began to think of himself now, he was a real man after all, in spite of everything that bitch he was married to had tried to do to him.
Paul wanted Sue to know when he got off her that she had been fucked. He wanted her cunt to remember his prick, wanted her to go for a long time before she found anyone to make her feel the way he did. He wanted her snatch to ache but it would be a sweet, nice ache-and ache brought about by his huge cunt humper, an ache that would be pleasurable to have and as he looked down at Sue he knew that she was going to have it.
Beads of perspiration had formed on her forehead. Her face was completely distorted by the pleasure that she was feeling and once again she was squirming beneath him, grinding her juicy sweet cunt of hers into his stiff cock. Once again he was losing control.
"Easy baby ... just hold that pussy of yours still or you'll set me off and that will be the end of it for both of us," he moaned.
"I can't ... I gotta come baby, it's so good I gotta have it ... gotta feel that eight inches moving down around there, working those sensitive nerves."
"Don't worry, it will-I'll turn you on even more I swear ... but for crying out loud, just hold still," Paul cried as he grabbed her hard by the hips again and pushed her ass back down to the mattress.
Sue was really lost and she couldn't really understand what he was saying. She couldn't make heads or tails of what the hell he was talking about, even as he dug his fingers into her brutally, unmercifully, trying to bring her back down to earth. She still squirmed and wiggled.
It was too much for Paul. He had no choice. With a quick thrust he withdrew, pulling his hips back completely and withdrawing his cock from her box.
He moaned out loud as he broke contact almost shooting his load all over her body. He held still for a few seconds as the feeling subsided within him.
Sue was shaking from head to toe, thrashing her head back and forth.
Her face was contorted with erotic desire.
"I can't wait, give me that hot meat, you bastard! Fuck me good!" she screamed reaching for his joint.
"I can't baby ... I wouldn't be able to give you a full stroke before I'd shoot off."
For the first time in his life Paul actually felt what a woman goes through. She was really in bad shape, worse off then he'd ever seen a woman before. She really needed to feel him uptight in her hole, really needed to feel that cock of his working out in her pussy-needed it terribly.
Here was a real woman ... all woman, not like Joyce, not like that cold frigid bitch. Paul felt sorry for Sue. Of all the people in the world, he understood what it was like to need ... to want and to be left hanging.
In answer to her cries he took two of his stiff fingers and rammed them up into her cunt, working on her clit, ramming them back and forth into her and giving her the illusion of a cock up there. It was just something to keep for quiet for a few minutes like a pacifier for a baby.
Then he pulled out of her abruptly and slid down to the edge of the mattress, slid in between her open legs and let his mouth work down her quivering belly to the brush of her pubic hair and then he parted her lips with his thumb, covering her pussy with his own lips, sliding his tongue in and out between her crack, flicking at her clitoris as he moved it in and out.
Apparently it was enough to keep her satisfied for the time being. He realized this as she reached down and grabbed hold of his head, grinding her pussy up into his face, groaning and moving and rolling around. It took everything that Paul had inside of him to keep her still enough to eat out her box.
She was wrapping her legs around him and twisting her fingers into his hair and pulling him in tighter to complete the contact. Still he continued to probe at her with his tongue, to suck out her cunt juices.
In another moment his need was less violent and he started to move up her body again, climbing over her flawless flesh and spreading her legs even wider than before.
With long strokes he drove his hot cock into her twitching cunt filling her with his whole length and then withdrawing and pulling back almost to the very tip. The quick movement of his hips sent him slamming down harder and more forcefully into her.
Her body stiffened beneath him and she clutched at his back, digging long fingernails into his hard flesh. She spread her legs and threw them up around his waist. Now she had the leverage and started using her heels. She pushed downward, impelling herself even tighter, harder, completing the most intimate contact a man and woman can have.
His own body was jerking spasmodically as he beat out the rhythm of their love-making. He threw himself completely into his work, now filling her canal with his solid, eight inches, filling his partner's twat with his hot cock. She wanted him and needed it so desperately.
Paul rolled over onto the mattress taking her with him so that she ended up straddling his body. Immediately she sat up and began giving him a good fuck. She slid her pussy up to the tip of his slippery rod and then let herself down onto it again. It was wild, having her do all the work and he just lay there enjoying, wallowing in the complete pleasure that he felt.
He closed his eyes and it was his turn to thrash his head back and forth on the mattress and then he began moving his own hips slamming into her each time she dropped down. It was easy for him to lift her body, easy for him to maneuver her and get her where he wanted her. Paul felt completely in control and it was part of his pleasure. She wanted to be controlled, needed to be and that was just what he was doing.
"Come on, baby ... ride me. Give it to me good. Let me know you're enjoying it!"
She tried to speak but the words caught in her throat She couldn't mouth them, couldn't tell him what it was that she wanted. She couldn't tell him how much she was enjoying it. But she didn't have to. Paul knew and he could tell by the expression on her face and the stiff hard nipples on her tits. Could tell by the way she kept grinding that box of hers against him-grinding out her pleasure ... the way she kept riding his stiff prick that was buried up there between her legs.
Sue's fingers began to dig into Paul's chest, clawing at the muscles there. She threw her complete weight down on him, almost as if she were begging him to possess her and complete the action.
He reached out, still with his eyes closed, until he felt her flesh wet now with sweat and he moved his hands inward until he found the object of his search. He grabbed hold of the two firm tits, pressing the hard nipples with his fingers and massaging them equally as they moved toward the end of their journey.
Paul's own chest was heaving now and Sue was whimpering above him. Their bodies sticking together from the perspiration made a strange sound as she moved away from him. She was returning so quickly that each stroke, each thrust she made filled the air as the slap of their bodies met one another.
She leaned back now and let her body fall back between his knees. The two of them now had their backs on the mattress and the contact was still made with her pussy. He was still all the way in and grinding out his pleasure.
Her fingers moved down over his legs, pulling the hair and digging her fingernails in. She then used his rock-hard cock as a brace and pulled herself back to the original sitting position. Sue was almost to the point of tears now and began riding Paul faster, quicker than ever before. His body stiffened beneath her and he clenched his teeth tightly together. He knew that he had reached his end.
He grabbed hold of her hips, holding her steady and began to move his own body underneath her, bouncing up and down, sliding his shaft in and out of her the last fatal, final plunges.
"Stop ... " she screamed, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Good ... " he replied. "So am I. Take that load, baby, take it ... all of it!"
And then it was over. The two of them were drenched with perspiration, exhausted by their love making, drained by their passions.
Chapter Six
Things were never quite the same for Paul after that Open School Night. Something clicked in his mind and the whole course of his life changed direction.
He realized just as soon as he got home that Joyce wasn't the wife for him. It wasn't fair to him, it wasn't fair to her and not even for the kid. With each day that passed this realization came into sharper focus and the days that Paul was with his family became increasingly unbearable.
He had found a new direction, a new dimension in sex and he wasn't going to return to the old way, to the humdrum existence he had lived previously. A few weeks passed and Paul had made several sorties back to that garage to see if he could find either Peggy or Sue, preferably Sue, but he met with no success and then one night as he checked out the garage he found it padlocked and just as he walked away from it a police patrol car passed by.
The next morning the local newspapers carried a headline about narcotics being found in a garage on Barker Street. Paul read the article nervously and against his hopes both Sue Ramsey and Peggy Martin's name appeared. He knew that the two girls would be off limits ... at least to him in the future and he felt a sense of loss at this, but since he was now aware of the new morality and of the promiscuousness of the new generation he didn't feel despondent, didn't feel completely lost and hopeless as he had once felt.
He started to look for new possibilities, for any available contacts and at last, he found one ... in one of his own classes. The girl was remarkably beautiful, remarkably well developed for fifteen years. She seemed aloof, to be different from her other classmates-more mature, more sensual. A lot of the boys seemed drawn to her and tried to make friends and date her but she would have nothing to do with them. She considered herself on a par with her teachers and often would speak to them as if she were their equal-their peer.
The girl's name was Ellen Sanchez and she sat in the first seat of Paul's last English class for the day. She had long flowing black hair and stared through incredibly dark eyes that made Paul uncomfortable, made him feel as if he was standing in front of the room with his fly open.
She seemed unusually bright for her age and covered the work excellently. Paul often felt that she was trying to communicate something to him, something more than just a mere student teacher relationship.
This feeling became more poignant when the girl handed him a book report on the "Sytaricon" a classical of piece of erotic literature. In Ellen's writing about the work she used an ease and familiarity concerning sex that made Paul uncomfortable. He read and then reread the girl's report and found himself quite worked up about it.
At last he decided to confront her ... to speak to her.
His opportunity came that Friday afternoon after his last class.
"Ellen, will you stay for a while? There's something I'd like to speak to you about," Paul said as the final bell rang for the end of the day.
"Surely, Mr. Garner," she replied, remaining quietly in her seat while the rest of her classmates raced for the doors.
"It's about your book report," Paul said when the room was at last empty.
"Didn't you like it?" the girl replied quickly.
"Oh, that's not it at all. It was an excellent report. In fact, I think perhaps a bit too good."
"What do you mean, Mr. Garner?"
"Well, Ellen, your report, aside from being written excellently shows an understanding and awareness of sex that is usually not found in a girl of your age."
"But then, Mr. Garner, I'm not the usual girl of my age."
"Would you clarify yourself, please," he asked looking over at the girl with his bovine blue eyes and then gesturing for her to join him at his desk.
"Just because a girl's fifteen doesn't mean that she has to live in a convent, has to spend her nights watching television and eating pizza."
"Are you telling me ... that you are experienced? That you have experienced all that you have written about?" Paul said turning sharply and looking at the girl.
At once he was struck by her beauty and he then realized that since they had walked over to the desk and while his back was turned to her a button in her blouse has been opened. He was sure ... definitely sure that it had been fastened while the girl sat at her desk and now here it was open and giving Paul a clear view of her cleavage.
"That's right Mr. Garner. I've been participating ... enjoying sex ever since I started to develop."
"Do your parents know anything about this?" Paul questioned, no longer caring about the girl's book report but fascinated ... intrigued by her blatancy, by her unashamed confession.
"Yes, of course they do. I don't have to sneak around, I don't have to hide from my parents. They encouraged me. They believe that sex is good and sex should be enjoyed. In fact, my father says quite often if they're old enough to bleed they're old enough to be butchered."
"That's some philosophy."
"My father's some man."
"I'm sure he is. He must be," Paul added almost sarcastically.
"No, really, I'm very proud of him. I couldn't stand to have one of those uptight modern parents who are afraid of their children, afraid to discuss to talk about sex with them, afraid of facing reality. My parents are different. They're not caught up in this contemporary moral strangulation."
"Communication with your parents is certainly wonderful but I wonder whether a girl of fifteen is mature enough to accept the responsibilities of sex."
"What responsibilities?"
"Well, for example, what happens if you become pregnant?"
"I use the pills ... most of the other girls do too but they feel guilty about it, they're uptight about having sex. Not me, when I find someone I want to groove with, I do. I enjoy it, they enjoy it and we're both happy and neither of us feel guilty about it."
"That's the way it should be ... I suppose," Paul added.
"It's the best way ... at least for me it is. I don't condemn the other girls but I don't think I could be happy being like them. I'm not a hypocrite, I have to be true to myself. That's why I don't date any guys my own age. They're too immature, too caught up in the way things are."
"What do you mean?" Paul questioned.
"Why, if I dropped my pants for any guy in this school, no matter how good-looking, no matter how much I wanted him, by the next afternoon half the school would know it and I'd have a reputation ... not one that I'd want, not one that would really be justified."
"I see," Paul said still staring at the young girl. Her body was beautiful, her posture excellent. She held her shoulders back, her tits jutted forth straining against the material of her dress. Her legs were long slender tapering and very appealing. Paul was aware of a discomfort between his legs, a gradual stiffening of his cock.
And then they continued their conversation for what seemed like only a few minutes but when Paul looked at his watch it turned out to be over an hour.
"My God, it's going on four thirty, I'm sorry I kept you so long, Ellen," he said.
"So am I ... I didn't realize it was that late. I've missed the last bus. Now I'll have to take three others and that's a hell of a hassle."
"Well, since it was my fault, the least I can do is offer you a ride home ... that is, if you're not too scandalized."
"I'm not scandalized at all, Mr. Garner. I think it's quite nice of you, quite considerate," Ellen said her voice warm, friendly, seductive.
They pulled up in front of her home and Ellen asked Paul if he would like to meet her parents. The home was neat, attractive, upper middle class and Paul was driven with an insatiable curiosity about the Sanchez family and he readily accepted.
He followed her up the walk and the girl unlatched the door, opened it and both stepped into a nicely decorated foyer.
It was obvious to Paul at once that the girl's family had good taste, perhaps a little bit more arty more avant garde than Paul's own, but there was a certain comfort and a certain homeliness about the place that Paul sensed ... felt it and was relaxed.
Mrs. Sanchez, like her daughter, was a truly attractive woman. She was a bit more portly, a bit more fleshy, but it seemed to suit her, it was to her advantage. The woman appeared to be about forty and had a naturalness about her that added to her attractiveness. When she saw Paul her face beamed into a welcoming smile and Paul instantly felt comfortable in her presence.
As Mrs. Sanchez showed Paul into the living room she asked him if he would care for a drink.
"Yes, thank you, if you have any scotch ... " Paul paused.
"Yes we do."
"Then, scotch and water would be fine."
"I'll be back in a minute," she said disappearing even before Ellen could introduce Paul as her English teacher.
"This is quite a lovely home you have here, Ellen."
"Thank you, Mr. Garner, we like it," she replied.
Paul busied himself looking along the bookcase. Obviously someone in the family had excellent taste in literature for Paul found many of his own favorite works contained in the family library.
"Do you read much, Ellen?"
"Yes ... I've read most of the books we have here and all of the one's you've assigned in class so far," Ellen added.
"That's wonderful ... it's a shame that with a girl of your ability and obvious enthusiasm we can't have a more stimulating selection in school."
"Oh, that's all right," Ellen replied, "I have plenty of other things to do to keep me occupied."
"For example?"
"For example, there's painting. I enjoy it, as a matter of fact, I did this one," she said gesturing to a modern painting.
"It's quite attractive," Paul said sincerely just as Mrs. Sanchez entered the room with a tray of drinks.
"A scotch and water," she said offering him one of the three.
"Which one?"
"Oh, it doesn't matter. They're all the same."
Paul was a bit surprised to see his fifteen year old student sipping a scotch and soda.
"I suppose you're surprised to see that I drink," Ellen said sensing Paul's thoughts.
"Well ... yes I am ... it's a bit unusual."
"Yes, that's true," Ellen replied. "I suppose it's part of my parent's permissiveness."
"Fred and I believe that Ellen is mature enough to make up her own mind about things," Mrs. Sanchez said. "We've always had liquor in the house and she knows that it's never been forbidden her. Consequently, at fifteen she's more able to cope with the situation than other girls who have been forbidden it," she continued.
"Yes, I would imagine that you are right," Paul said. "Availability does seem to take the mystique out of things."
"Not only the mystique," Ellen quickly added "but the thrill of the illicit-the feeling of doing wrong and getting away with it"
"It's a feeling that I hope Ellen has never had to feel, never gone through," Mrs. Sanchez added.
"Well, it's certainly interesting," Paul replied.
"Rachel, by the way, this is Mr. Garner, my English teacher," Ellen said addressing her mother.
"Oh, it's very nice to meet you Mr. Garner ... Ellen has spoken so often about you."
"Favorably, I hope, Mrs. Sanchez," he said.
"Oh, most favorably, I assure you and please call me Rachel. Last names seem so cold and distant."
"I agree with you. But I'll only call you Rachel if you call me Paul ... you too, Ellen, at least out of class."
"Thank you ... Paul," Ellen replied obviously delighted by her mentor's familiarity.
The three conversed for a while being joined by Ellen's father. He was a man of vanishing handsomeness. That he had once been good looking was still evident by his face but the years had succeeded in robbing his physical handsomeness although he still retained that charm that which had originally endeared him to Rachel. He seemed to fit perfectly into the family group, both as father and husband and he was surprised to find that he was completely comfortable ... completely at ease in this family setting. It was only natural that when Rachel Sanchez asked him for dinner that he accept.
The dinner was pleasurable ... enjoyable beyond any means that Paul had had with his own family. During the course of the dinner Fred Sanchez dominated the conversation but he did so in an accommodating manner and Paul was so thoroughly absorbed in what he had to say that he didn't even notice.
The man expanded his views in child rearing and interpersonal relations. Views that were shared by his whole family and given voice by Ellen earlier that afternoon. Paul found himself agreeing with them this time ... accepting them almost completely.
After dinner the two women cleared the table ... quickly and efficiently. During this time Paul and Fred discussed Ellen in the living room.
"We want her to be happy ... to enjoy life as much as possible," Fred said.
"At fifteen?" Paul questioned.
"Yes! Even at fifteen she's more mature than some women double her age."
"That's true," Paul said, thinking of Joyce and comparing her with Ellen.
"She's capable of making her own decisions, especially with regard to liquor and sex. This seems to be where most families divide, most family conflict start."
"And so far as I've seen your family seems to be free from this strife."
"So far everything has gone perfectly," Fred said.
"You have quite a faith in your daughter, Fred," Paul declared.
"Complete intimate faith, that's why Rachel and I can go out now and I'm sorry but we have to and leave Ellen here with you without worry, without care."
"Without care?"
"That's right, if Ellen decides that she likes you enough that she wanted to extend herself and go to bed with you. Then that's her decision and her decision alone and both Rachel and myself understand it."
"But ... but what if I tried to seduce her? What if she wasn't really interested in me and I just talked her into bed?"
"Oh, don't think that hasn't been tried. There have been plenty of guys who have been here and tried to talk Ellen into going out with them but that girl knows what she wants, knows how to get it and from what I hear, knows how to keep it."
"What does she want?"
"For the time being, just a good time. She's looking forward to college and ultimately teaching, then marriage. She hopes, at least she says she does, to find a man whose of the same convictions and opinions as herself, but only time will tell."
Just then Ellen and her mother appeared. Rachel had changed and looked a bit more alluring than before dinner. It was almost as if when she took off the apron she took off ten years. Mr. and Mrs. Sanchez excused themselves and said goodnight to Paul, inviting them back any time he wished to visit.
Within a few minutes Paul and Ellen were alone, sitting in the living room and listening to the soft strains of Mozart. The girl seemed to be quite sure of herself, quite confident in her ability to entertain her English teacher. She disappeared into the kitchen and a few minutes later offered him a second scotch and water. The two of them sat drinking and talking and just enjoying each other's company ... becoming warmer and more intimate.
"Ellen ... do you think you'd ... enjoy going to bed with me?"
"Yes, Paul ... I know I would. But how would this affect us in school?"
"I don't see where it should have any bearing on school. I mean, I'm certainly not going to start telling everyone I've been to bed with you. I'm confident of that"
"No, I don't think it will affect school at all."
"Neither, do I," said Paul, standing up and extending his hand to the waiting girl. "Shall we?"
"Yes, let's ... " Ellen said, her voice steady and her eyes intense. She reached for and took his hand and stood up, easing her body closer to him, finally modeling it against his.
Paul's strong arms encircled the girl and pulled her tightly against him. He tided his head downward as she lifted hers toward him. A second later their lips met and tingled with excitement in both of their bodies.
Then Paul felt the girl's sensitive mouth opening beneath his own. Her lips parted and Paul's strong tongue slid out from his mouth over her even white teeth and probed deeply about her mouth. Ellen obviously enjoyed the contact for she pressed her body even tighter against Paul Garner's manly form.
The two of them were breathing heavily as Ellen led the way up the stairs. Paul followed closely behind her and his eyes focused on her swaying hips.
"Would you like to take a shower?" Ellen said, adding quickly, "with me."
"Sounds like fun," Paul replied reaching up and patting her ass gently.
"This is my room," the girl said gesturing to the room adjoining the bathroom.
Paul was pleased to see that Ellen had a large double bed, a bed that he was sure going to give a workout before this evening came to a close.
She quickly entered the room, flicking on a small light and then starting to undress.
Paul watched for a moment as the girl slid out of her shoes and dress and stood before him wearing only her bra and panties. "Don't be shy," she croaked, walking over to him and helping him out of his jacket.
If there was anything that Paul wasn't, it was shy. He quickly pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt removing it and throwing it down on top of his jacket. He opened his pants and then dropped them kicking off his loafers and sliding his foot through the pants leg. His undershirt was next and then his socks. Then he stopped.
"You see, I'm really not shy," Paul said and added a wink.
"No, I suppose you're not," Ellen said and approaching him and finally pressing her cheek against his smooth solid chest
"Well, will you undo my bra, please," she asked.
"Gladly," Paul replied and his agile fingers found the hook and quickly undid it.
A quickly move of her shoulders and the bra fell down between them to the floor. Then Paul felt her full lush breasts pressing against his chest. He could even feel the firmness of her tender young nipples rubbing against his bronze skin.
He clenched her tightly to him and ran his warm hands up and down the smoothness of her back, feeling her flesh quiver under his touch. He stopped for a moment at the small of her back and then slid his hands in under the material of her panties, feeling the full round apple like buttocks that the material scantly covered.
"Nice ... real nice," he whispered bending his head down and letting the words float into her ear.
"Thanks," Ellen replied, letting her arms encircle Paul's waist and her own hands disappeared into his briefs and squeezed at his muscular buttocks. Paul quickly tightened his muscles and this delighted Ellen.
Slowly she began to peel his briefs down over his muscular ass, running her hands over the smooth solid curve as she did.
When she had his briefs about to the middle of his thighs, Paul's cock sprung free from its confinement and pressed against the girl's young waiting flesh.
"Oh," she gasped and her hand immediately reached for Paul's prick.
Ellen stepped back so that she could feel and observe his pulsating cock. It was fully hard, fully erect and ready to be played with.
And that's just what Ellen did! She ran her expert fingers up and down the length of it, pinching the tip gently and fondling Paul's balls until Paul felt the lust becoming too strong inside of him.
"Maybe, we'd better go take that shower now," he said, "or else we might not get to take it at all."
"I guess maybe you're right," Ellen laughed and she did feel herself becoming aroused, stimulated, wet with lust and anticipation.
On the way to the bathroom Ellen stopped in the linen closet to procure fresh towels and Paul began to mix the water.
"How do you like it? Hot, cold, or in the middle?" he called to her.
"Hot, if you're talking about me; warm if you're talking about the water," Ellen laughed.
"Okay," Paul called to her as the strong stream of water shot out from the faucet.
"I think that's a little too hot," Ellen said, stepping into the tub behind him and sampling the water with her foot.
When the water was adjusted to Ellen's satisfaction Paul flipped the switch and stepped aside so that the warm spray from the shower splashed down on Ellen's pink skin.
She tilted her head back and allowed the water to splash onto her face and drenching her hair. Her tilted head was too great a temptation for Paul to resist and he joined her under the spray. His lips crashed down onto hers and he let his tongue slide deeply again into her mouth and back to her throat.
The water cascaded down on them, titillating their flesh and making them feel clean and alive. Once their bodies were thoroughly soaked Paul bent down and picked up the soap.
They stepped back out of the shower and with a cleansing motion Paul began rubbing the soap over Ellen's sensuous young body. Eventually her worked up a thick creamy white lather.
He handed the soap to Ellen and as she was massaging the latter into his skin he grabbed hold of her firm young tits for the first time. He allowed them to slip through his hands with each grasp as the sudsy lather made them slippery to the touch. It seemed to magnify the unpack of Paul's touch.
"That's wonderful! It really feels great," Ellen said, moving her hands a little faster on Paul's muscular body.
Gradually his body became just as sudsy and white as hers was, covered with fine little bubbles of the lather. Ellen's hands were now working on his prick. With one hand she massaged his balls and with the other she took his huge erection in her firm hand and let it slide through from tip to end.
His prick pulsated and throbbed with excitement as Ellen's fingers worked their magic. He was on fire with a passion that steadily grew, steadily became more urgent and demanding.
His arms encircled her waist and his hands easily slid down her wet back to her buttocks, grabbing them firmly and pulling her tightly to him. Ellen raised her arms and put them around Paul's neck When their bodies were clasped securely together they began to push and slide together against each other, the wet lather lubricating their bodies and conducting the electricity from one to the other.
Ellen was pliable, she was passive and Paul felt completely in control of the situation. He turned her around so that her back was to him. With one hand he rubbed the slipperiness of her breasts, pinching the elusive nipples and with the other he stimulated the lips of her cunt, forcing one finger into the hot cavern and stroking her clitoris.
He held her tightly against him and positioned his prick upward between the cheeks of her buttocks, not penetrating but merely resting between the fleshy cheeks. He began moving his body up and down against hers, sliding his enormous prick against the wet smooth skin of Ellen's ass cheeks.
The slippery white soap that lubricated his prick made each stroke feel like a small climax and with each plunge, with each movement his balls beat against the softness of her ass and Paul shivered with pleasure. They were both on fire now, they both felt the need as the pressures inside them rose to the boiling point, but this wasn't the way that Paul wanted it and he was sure that Ellen would much prefer ending it in bed, to ending it here and now in the shower.
Paul eased his body away from her and back under the refreshing spray from the shower. Even though the water was warm it seemed to cool his body, seemed to calm him down. The steady beads of water beat against the stiffness of his prick and soon he felt the organ growing limp again. The soap quickly rinsed from his body and he moved out of the way so that Ellen could rinse off.
The two of them toweled dry and helped each other as much as possible. There was an obvious eagerness in Ellen as she dried Paul's back briskly with the terry cloth towel. She might be mature in her attitudes and most of her other aspects but when it came to sex she still had the impatience and urgency of her peers.
Completely dried off they pranced quickly through the hall and into Ellen's bedroom. The crisp clean linen of her bed felt cool against Paul's fevered flesh and he quickly sought out Ellen's equally hot body for comfort.
"You're some girl, Ellen," Paul whispered as their bodies slid together.
Ellen's shape was almost perfectly designed to fit against Paul's masculine body. She moved her flesh against his, pressing her firm bosom against his chest Her smooth slender belly was against his and her molten groin against his.
"Thanks ... I'm glad you like me Paul," and for the first time there seemed to be an apparent nervousness in her voice and an uneasy quality that Paul had been unable to detect before.
It wasn't at all that Ellen was uncomfortable about having sex with him. Paul's attitude and charm had put completely at ease in this regard. It was simply that Ellen was so hot and so randy that her voice seemed to crack with emotion ... with urgency ... with need.
"I want you ... I want you so bad, in fact I've wanted you from the first day that I walked into your classroom."
"Is that so?" Paul asked laughing softly.
"Yes ... it's true. I knew that somehow, someway we'd end up like this ... in bed."
"How could you possibly know that?"
"Because I wanted you so badly ... so much that ... that it just had to happened.
"Disappointed? Are you kidding? I couldn't be happier or more satisfied. You're just what I want, just what I need and ... I need you now."
"Oh," Paul said raising his eyebrows slightly.
"Oh," Ellen mimicked.
"Oh, ... and tell me Ellen, what do you need, what do you want?"
"I want you ... to possess me, to have me. I want to be all yours, to satisfy you and make you happy."
"How ... how do you want me to be happy?"
"I want you to enjoy me and I want to feel you inside of me, to feel that cock of yours slipping into me, taking me."
"That sounds good. Any other ideas?"
"Yes, one big important idea."
"What's that?"
"That's, how about we stop talking ... cut out the conversation and get to ... to loving."
Paul laughed and slid his arms around Ellen's naked waiting flesh. They were lying of their sides, facing each other, touching each other-almost as if they were a statue molded out of one huge single piece of marble by the hand of some Greek artisan.
Paul's fingers spread out against the soft skin of Ellen's back and he pulled her tightly against him. The pressure of his embrace caused Ellen to exhale deeply and her young delicate breasts were flattened against Paul's muscular chest.
"Oh ... you feel so good, so warm," she whispered as her hands reached around Paul's body clasping his equally as tight.
Ellen stared into Paul's face, noting his soft eyes and gentle smile. Almost instantly she desired to kiss and desired to feel his smooth lips pressing against her own.
It was almost as if Paul had read her mind for he began to move his face closer to her own. Ellen angled her head slightly and in a second their lips met. At first the contact was soft and their lips just brushed against each other but the need that raced throughout their bodies soon added force to their kiss.
Paul's hand moved up the velvet skin of Ellen's back and held the back of her head as he gradually applied pressure with his lips.
There was no mistaking Ellen's passion as she yielded ... parted her lips and allowed him entrance into her mouth. She moaned as she felt Paul's tongue slide between her lips and began to explore her mouth. She felt it slide over her own tongue, tickling the back of her throat-and the sides of her cheeks, then along the smooth roof of her mouth. It was wonderful and she couldn't believe that it was really happening, that she and Paul were really making love.
By the time that Paul had withdrawn his tongue from her mouth, Ellen felt a dampness between her legs that she knew had not been caused by the shower that they took together-it was proof of her own excitement ... of her own passion.
She sighed and started to breath heavily, her warm breath was sweetly scented and felt hot and moist against Paul's cheek as he began to kiss her gently about the face.
Her forehead, her eyes her cheek all felt the burning presence of Paul's sensual lips. Then Ellen's velvet throat came under his attack and for the first time as Paul kissed the smooth skin his tongue slid out and seemed to sear her flesh ... .seemed to set it on fire with desire and anticipation.
His tongue slid effortlessly along her sensitive skin and Ellen shivered with its contact. Paul worked his way down her throat, along her collarbone and then up to Ellen's ear. He paused momentarily to nibble on her earlobe and then he started to probe into that ultra sensitive orifice.
His attention now drove Ellen wild. She strained the muscles of her legs, pressing her toes downward as if she were a ballerina in an effort to keep her body under control. She felt like screaming, crying, laughing, all at once. Her stomach churned and her body trembled and deep within her vagina she felt a stirring a longing ... a craving that demanded attention ... demanded satisfaction.
"Oh, Paul," she moaned sliding her hot hand down his side and over his hips. She had to feel it, had to touch it, had to know if it was hard, if it seemed ready ... ready to give her the attentions, the satisfactions that she needed so badly.
Slowly she edged her fingers down over his hips bones and along the tight firm flesh of Paul's lower trunk. She knew where it should be and found it without any difficulty and then she touched it. At once she felt a violent shiver race through her body and she knew that Paul wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
His cock was so hard that it felt almost artificial ... felt almost like the object was made out of metal, a living metal that throbbed and pulsated with excitement
She ran her hand up the length and concentrated on the tip of it.
Her index finger felt the small droplets of precome squeezing to the surface, proof of how ready, how excited Paul was.
"No, I won't have to wait much longer," she thought running her hand back and forth across the length of his cock, stimulating him ... arousing him all the more.
Ellen's tough was light ... gentle ... .almost as if she wasn't touching Paul's cock at all. He had been completely unaware that Ellen's hand was arousing him. At first Paul was just conscious of a very pleasant sensation along the length of his shaft When he turned his attention to it he knew that it wasn't something natural and then realized that it was Ellen's fingers that worked the magic that he was feeling.
There was no mistaking it though. He was really turned on, already hotter than he believed possible. He had wanted this to last, to drag out. Paul had pictured fondling Ellen's breasts, nibbling on the pink hard tips, exploring the hot moist depths of her pussy and stimulating and exciting her. But now all he could think about, all he wanted to do was fuck her.
It was no use for Paul to try to control himself-to try and calm down. He was too far gone, too excited, to put it off any longer.
He slid his hand to Ellen's shoulder and gradually eased her back on the bed until she was lying flat on her back.
"This is it," Ellen thought ... "I'm going to get it. I'm gonna get it good."
Paul's hand then slid down across her shoulder and squeezed the firmness of her breasts, pinching the hard nipples momentarily. His hand passed down over her flat stomach and to her crotch.
Paul slid a finger easily into Ellen's box. The excited lips of her pussy readily gave way, allowing him full access into her. The juices of her snatch lubricated his finger as it penetrated to the soft hot fleshy interior.
While Paul's finger was busily turning Ellen's cunt into a volcano of desire, his lips again pressed against hers-his tongue again sank into the recesses of her mouth.
Ellen's body began to squirm with delight. Her flesh needed and loved the stimulation and her body instinctively responded to Paul's every touch ... his every movement His finger slid back and forth in her vagina, tickling the length of her clitoris and Ellen squeezed the muscles of her ass ... squeezed them hard and tightly and forced herself tightly onto Paul's probing digit.
"She's ready," Paul thought, withdrawing his finger and letting his hand slide down to that sensitive V formed where Ellen's tapering legs met. His hands slid along Ellen's crotch and she felt as though she would cry out with the pleasure of it.
But Paul's tongue was still implanted deeply in her mouth and she was unable to scream. Instead the cry echoed through her brain, a cry of great lust ... great urgency.
Paul was enjoying these final moments of play, moments that he knew couldn't last much longer. He was too hot ... to ready ... to prolong it.
He gently altered his position, spreading Ellen's graceful legs and kneeling between them. He knelt for a second staring at the young girl's beautiful body and then he took his throbbing meat in his hand, aiming the tip of it at Ellen's anxious cunt.
Leaning forward on the bed for support Paul began to lower his body. He heard the girl sigh with emotion as the tip of his prick touched the sensitive lips of her pussy.
Gradually, slowly, he applied the necessary pressure for spreading the tight young cunt lips. His force was steady and his prick was unbelievably hard as it forced its way into her, spreading her labia and sinking into the warm moist cavern of her love.
Ellen squeezed her eyes tightly shut and focused all of her attentions on the pleasure that she was feeling between her legs. Paul's cock was stretching the entrance to her snatch further than it had ever been stretched before. There was a little pain ... there was a little discomfort but it was far overcome by the pleasure that she was feeling.
Ellen reached out, placing her hands on each of Paul's shoulders and she began to pull him down to her. Paul's body answered her request and moved slowly downward until their chests were again pressed together, their lips again joining company.
Paul had arched his back so that his whole cock shouldn't plow into the girl before she was ready to take it all.
He knew that his prick was big ... very big and he was concerned about hurting her. He knew though that she could take it ... take it all and she would-provided he went slowly and was gentle.
It was Ellen's body that made the next move. She undulated her hips slightly so that the whole head of Paul's cock was completely engulfed by her snatch. He knew that the worst was over for her now and that she'd be able to take the rest of it without any difficulty and he began to increase his pressure, feeling his shaft sinking deeper and deeper into the molten soft flesh of Ellen's churning snatch.
"Is it hurting you?" Paul asked gently.
"No, it feels so ... so good ... so very good," Ellen sighed wrapping her arms around Paul's neck and hugging him tightly.
He continued with the pressure and Ellen's cunt continued to take all that he could offer-to take it eagerly and anxiously.
When there was no more for her to have, Paul's loins were pressing firmly against her own and Ellen sensed that she had it all ... every bit that he had to offer.
A feeling of intense satisfaction seemed to come over her and she strained her back, arching herself under Paul's body and grinding her pussy against his cock just so that she would be sure that she had all of him buried inside of her.
Before Paul knew what was happening his own animal instincts had taken over and his body was beginning to move, beginning to function without his conscious approval. His hips began to pump his rod in and out of Ellen's waiting box.
Paul's throbbing cock slid back and forth in Ellen's pussy, each thrust increasing both of their pleasure. His mind had caught up with his body's instinctive movements and he was concentrating, dwelling, on each plunge. Ellen's hips began to move beneath him, to undulate and pick up the tempo-the rhythm that she followed. Each plunge that Paul made sent sparks of passion shooting through Ellen's moist vagina walls and up into her stomach and with each withdrawal the hot membranes of her love hole seemed to follow his prick out, grasping on to it as if she didn't want it to leave, sucking at it and churning around it.
As their love making continued it began to grow more violent and more urgent and demanding. Paul was beginning to lose control and Ellen knew it. He picked up the beat and his hips pounded faster and harder at Ellen's soft body. The fire of sex was burning hot within her too and she slid her heels up along Paul's muscular thighs.
Paul continued to appease his savage animal-like passions with Ellen's delicious sensitive young body. The tension within him was reaching its peak and their two young bodies ground furiously against each other. Their genitals met with a force that made them tremble with the approaching climax.
Ellen was the first to surrender to a fit of passion. Her body vibrated with pleasure and she began to pant and moan beneath his brutally pounding form.
"Now ... it's happening ... do it harder!" she gasped as the small explosions that she was feeling gradually increased in intensity and amount.
Paul was close too and eager to comply with her wishes. His next few thrusts were both hard and fast ... quickly following one another. It was enough to send Ellen into another world, a world of pleasure, of sexual satisfaction.
She writhed under Paul's continuously moving body and dug her nails into his smooth muscular back, scratching his flesh and leaving long red welts.
Paul was too far gone to care, too far gone to feel anything but that wonderful sensation between his legs ... in his balls ... down the length of his cock. All he knew was that it was happening, it was fantastic.
His muscles tightened, his body strained as he made the last ... the final plunge.
With all the strength that he could muster he ground his cock all the way up into Ellen's saturated slit and he felt the head of his cock expand and finally erupt into a frenzied volcano, squirting forth powerful streams of hot jism.
Paul squeezed his eyes tightly shut, ground his teeth together and grunted ... animal-like ... during the ultimate final moments of his climax.
The remained glued to each other as the final droplets of their liquid passions drained from their bodies. They lay this way for quite a while, each of them too exhausted, too spent to move. Finally Paul realized that he had to get, had to face his wife. It wasn't a pleasant realization, but it was enough to shock him back into reality.
He tenderly bid Ellen good-night, telling her that he'd see her the following day in class.
The girl had enough sense and presence of mind, enough maturity to assure him about her attitude toward him the following day. She reaffirmed her earlier statements that she would act as though nothing had happened, act as though they didn't even know each other.
Ellen kept her word. The next day during the last period English class, Paul was completely comfortable-was fully satisfied that he could be confident in Ellen's discretion and it was he who made the only sign of recognition, the only gesture that could be possibly labeled as slightly familiar.
It came just as the class ended and Paul winked at Ellen as she rose from her desk to leave the room. It was a wink of thanks, a wink of gratitude, a wink of respect and Ellen's response was a shy demure smile.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was no doubt about it anymore. Paul was changing. He no longer even slightly lusted after Joyce. Her body, her character, her presence all turned him off. It got so that even the short intervals that he was with her were pure agony. He often compared her to the younger girls that he had been fooling around with and Joyce seemed to fall short on every account He longed for her to find fault with him, to take their child and leave him. Even the child, though he loved her, Paul knew he'd not miss her. Then, he'd be free ... free to find himself and someone with whom he could share his interests and life.
However, even though Paul made life uncomfortable for Joyce, even though he picked arguments and criticized and affected a surly character, she wasn't bothered. It was almost as if Paul didn't exist for her. She went about the mechanical aspects of housekeeping, the daily rituals that she had performed without emotion for years. His change in personality went almost unnoticed. Paul started to plot a scheme. Maybe he should confess to her about his escapades. Maybe he should even let her catch him in the sack with some cute young broad. Surely then she'd have to leave, she'd have to divorce him-just as a matter of pride.
But that wouldn't be good, wouldn't be pleasant-in fact, it could even cost him his job. The school system was intolerant of scandal and the only girls that Paul had been fooling around with were certain to bring a scandal for him.
For the time being Paul just had to sit tight After all, it wasn't really that bad. Joyce didn't ask him any questions, didn't even care that he would stay out late. She was totally unconcerned. Things would just have to go on the way they were until something happened to change them ... happened naturally.
After school was in full swing Joyce took their daughter with her to visit some of her relatives in Louisiana. For some reason the visit was important for Joyce and she insisted on going and bringing her daughter with her.
Paul offered no objections, in fact, he was glad to be rid of her for a week. It would be, he thought, a pleasant week, almost a reprieve from her constant presence. But it wasn't destined to work out that way-he received a phone call the third day that she was gone, that their daughter was hit by a car and that he'd have to fly down and take them home.
Reluctantly Paul made the trip and was semi-relieved to find that the injury to his daughter was minimal and that there was no real need for his presence.
The town where Joyce's relatives lived was small ... very small and the boredom of the place was oppressive. There was simply nothing to do, especially if one didn't get along with his wife.
Paul took to taking walks, since he had no car and would walk out of town down along the dusty country roads, past acres of farms and woods. It was still quite hot down in Louisiana and Paul wished that he were back in New York as he ambled down the road.
Then he stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes gaped and his mouth dropped open. About twenty feet in from of him was one of the sexiest bitches that he had ever seen. Paul had heard all of the stories about southern belles but this one was more than he ever imagined. She was a real knock-out, with her big tits pressing against the flimsy material of her blouse and a pair of shorts that looked like they were painted on her.
Paul couldn't believe that he was reacting the way that he was, with every movement that she made. He became hotter until his big prick was rock-hard and straining against the material of his levis and it made its way down his, leg.
For a moment their eyes met and Paul was unsure ... afraid that she was going to go running off. After all, he was a stranger. But instead, a large smile reshaped her features, making her even prettier than before.
Her smile was contagious and he felt his own features lighting up in anticipation-almost as if his features had a will of their own. He felt his feet moving in her direction and in a matter of seconds he was standing right in front of her.
"Hi," she said, smiling broadly and dragging the word out in a sexy southern drawl.
"Hello," Paul answered.
"You're a stranger around here, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Where are you from?" she said almost not interrupting her sensual smile.
"New York."
"New York? ... you're a long way from New York. How come you're walking?"
"Well, we're just down here visiting some relatives and since there was nothing to do I thought I'd take a walk around."
"No sense to that. You'll just work yourself up and got hot ... awfully hot," she said, her eyes flicking down to Paul's hard-on.
"You live around here?" Paul asked.
"Yeah ... right here."
"You like it?"
"Are you kidding. Things are usually so dull around here that I can't stand it. There's no one to talk to except my Daddy."
"This is a big farm for just two people to run."
"Oh, no, there are lot of guys who work here but I'm not allowed to talk to them."
"Why not?"
"Well, 'cause Daddy's afraid that I'm gonna get myself into trouble with one of them ... "
"Is he right?"
"You bet he is! If I had the chance I sure would."
"How old are you?" Paul asked, not wanting to fuck around in a strange state with jail bait.
"I'm nineteen, how about you?"
"Twenty six," Paul answered.
"That's funny."
"Why?"
"Because you don't look twenty-six. You don't look that old."
"Thanks ... by the way, what are you doing walking along the road," Paul asked.
"I was just about to have some lunch and couldn't find anything to open the soda with so I was looking along the road for a nail or something ... by the way, would you like to join me?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'd like that and you don't have to look for anything anymore because I've got a bottle opener in my pocket."
"Great," the girl squealed merrily. "Follow me."
She moved off the road and back across the field to a blanket that she had spread in the shade of a large oak tree.
"Well, sit down," she said, gesturing with her hand to the blanket on the ground.
"Thanks," Paul answered and moved over to the blanket sitting down on the grey wool.
She sat down next to him, so close that their bodies rubbed together. For a moment she didn't do or say anything-then before Paul knew what was happening her hand was resting on his leg, moving upward along his jeans expertly to that spot which was burning with desire.
Paul became fully conscious for the first time that his hard-on was fully visible the whole time and he suddenly realized that was what she wanted.
"You don't waste any time, do you ... " he asked, running his hand over one of her ripe firm breasts and squeezing it.
"You wouldn't either if you lived with Daddy all your life on this rotten farm with nothing to do ... you think you have it bad. At least your life gives you something to look forward to."
"Me ... I'm married-and to a wife that won't put out, that just wastes my time."
"You mean you don't do anything with her?"
"That's right. There's nothing between us ... anymore."
"You poor baby. Why, that must be terrible," she said with her southern drawl.
"You'll find out just how bad in a minute," he said, pushing her backwards on the blanket until she was lying flat.
In a moment of desire Paul caught her body in his arms and began giving her a dry fuck. Her body undulated and molded against his and he sought her lips with his mouth and then covered them, probing his tongue into her open, waiting mouth.
As she groaned beneath the solidness of his body her hand moved in between their two straining figures and her fingertips closed around the outline of his prick.
When she did this a gasp came from her mouth.
"You've got one of the biggest I've ever felt."
"It's not so big. Only eight or nine inches ... "
"But it's so thick and so hot ... "
"Glad you like it, baby ... by the way, is this place safe?"
"What do you mean?"
"Does anyone drive by or ... you know, someone come by that will interrupt us?"
"Nobody ever comes down to this end of the farm. It's just wasteland here. All the activity is acres and acres away ... that's why I come here."
"That's all I was waiting to hear," Paul said.
In the next moment he moved off her and pulled her to a sitting position. His fingers worked more quickly than he thought possible as he unbuttoned her blouse, nearly ripping it as he pulled it from her.
Then his hands moved around to her back and unclasped the straps of her bra and with one strong yank pulled it free from her body.
Two of the nicest, juiciest, biggest tits that he had ever seen fell into view and his eyes nearly bulged out with delight.
"What a pair of knockers you've got ... "
She didn't answer. Instead she reached up and pulled him to her and began covering Paul's head and the back of his neck with kisses as he clamped his lips over one of her nipples, sucking on it for dear life and letting his tongue flick out and flatten the hard nipple as it strained forward.
This was really heaven. His hungry lips moved from one nipple to the other, licking at them and squeezing them with his fingers, weighing them in his hands. All the while she was kissing him all over and stroking his extended joint through the material of his pants.
Paul couldn't get enough of those tits, couldn't get enough of her hot flesh and when he eased back slightly to admire them with his eyes he saw that he had covered practically every square inch of them with saliva and that they glowed bright and gleaming in the sunlight.
He felt her fingers trembling as they moved around the front of his body and began unbuttoning his own shirt. When at last she had succeeded in unbuttoning it she pulled free of his pants and began tugging.
Paul quickly helped her, letting the shirt slide down over his shoulders. When his shape came into view she gasped again.
"My God, what a beautiful body you have!" Her fingers reached out and came to rest on one of his bulging biceps.
"Do you lift weights or something ... ?"
"I did," he answered.
"You sure as hell are in shape," she said, letting her hands slip from his bulging arm to Paul's solid chest ... "Come on, muscle man, make love to me."
Paul was unable to answer, at least with words. He reached out to her, this time with both hands and took her huge white globes of flesh, squeezing them unmercifully.
His own hands reached out to his arms and enjoyed the feel of his rippling muscles.
But now Paul needed more than just her tits ... much more. He needed that cunt and so he began roughly pulling on her shorts until they snapped open. He quickly eased them down, taking her panties with them as well, sliding them down over her legs.
She let go of his arms and laid back, flat on the blanket, lifting her hips to accommodate him.
As Paul pulled them down from her waist and her cunt came into view he began to tremble more with excitement. He didn't bother to look where he tossed her shorts. He couldn't really care. Instead, his head darted down between her legs and he began licking every part of her cunt lips.
Paul began tongue fucking her wildly, crazily, not being able to get enough of that woman flesh. He tangled his fingers in the triangle of golden curls and clamped his mouth over her box, sticking his tongue inside of her as far as he could get it to go and letting the tip of it play havoc with her clitoris. There was no doubt about it, he was driving her mad ... mad with excitement.
"Eat me good ... " she cried out. "Eat me real good!"
Her words seemed very far away as he continued licking and sucking at the beautiful specimen of cunt. The smell of female flesh filled his nostrils and his head. He was in heaven, afraid that he was going to wake up and find out that all this was a dream.
Her fingernails were digging into his muscles, harder and deeper each time that Paul gave her a jab with his tongue. He felt her body grow more tense and then in a second he felt her body oozing cuntjuice that he eagerly lapped up.
With the sudden release she began to squirm under his constant touch. She started to moan, to sigh and then allowed her whole body to relax, to become completely limp underneath Paul's attentions.
It was good ... very good. But she wanted more. Her legs were spread wide apart, waiting for him to return his mouth to that spot, waiting for him to get back and get her to ecstasy again-but Paul had other plans right now ... other plans for that cunt and definitely other plans for his hot cock.
In a moment he was standing on the blanket pulling at his pants, kicking off his shoes.
"That was good, real good," she whispered. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Paul," he answered in his deep baritone voice.
"Mine's Michelle," she cooed sweetly.
"Nice meeting you, Michelle," Paul answered, not caring what he said and continuing to remove his pants.
"It's even nicer to meet you, Paul ... you make me feel so good."
"Yeah," Paul said as he finally removed his jeans and turned around. His cock was standing out full length from his body at a right angle and Michelle gasped with delight.
"That's beautiful, really beautiful."
"What do you mean?"
"Your cock, gee, it's groovy. The best looking joint I've ever seen. Can I ... can I suck on it?"
"Sure, help yourself," Paul said, walking closer to her as Michelle moved her body to a kneeling position.
She eagerly grasped for it the way a child reaches for a candy bar and wrapper her long tapering fingers around the hard, throbbing length of Paul's cock.
Michelle then edged her head forward until her lips were just a fraction of an inch away from the extended cock-head of Paul's shaft Then like a bolt of lightning her tongue darted out and caught the tip with the edge of her tongue.
Paul shivered with the contact A second later her full sensual lips were parted and wrapped around the entire tip of Paul's joint It felt good ... real good and Paul moved his hips forward, forcing more of his weapon into her mouth.
The girl accepted it greedily, wanted it ... lusted for it and sucked it in with an eagerness that Paul had never before known. She greedily engulfed more and more of his pulsating tool until he was trembling with the pleasure of her contact.
Then Michelle began to move her head back and forth working out on his solid meat. Her mouth was like a molten volcano, a hot bath as it sucked at the entire length of Paul's joint. Her tongue swirled around the tip, making it feel alive, making it feel good.
She was an expert at cock-sucking alright, a real expert and Paul reached down, his fingers resting lightly on her head and getting tangled up in her long blonde tresses. She was beauty alright and real breath-taker and from the way she slid her hot mouth back and forth along his joint it was clear that she really dug him, too.
The pressures inside of Paul's body began to mount and he started to consider shooting his load into her anxiously awaiting mouth. But then he looked down at her smooth back, noting the fullness of her ass and it was clear, it was definite, he was going to stick it into her-plow it right into her sensitive slit ... then he would shoot his load.
As he felt himself getting closer and closer Paul suddenly moved himself backwards, pulling his prick free from her heavenly contact. He looked down on his shaft-it was long, wet, glistening with reflected sunlight and dripping with saliva.
He bent over slightly, pressing his hands against 'Michelle's slender shoulders and easing her backwards down over the blanket.
He moved between her legs, positioning himself, kneeling and gazed down at her. He noticed the tremendous contrast between her smooth white flawless legs and his own heavily muscled ones that were covered with a dark, coarse hair.
He placed his manhood between her oozing cunt lips. She moaned out and began undulating her body, pushing her hips upward from the blanket to close in around his hard flesh.
When she began her movements and her snatch began to engulf more of Paul's prick he was totally carried away and with one quick move collapsed all of his weight onto her body and plowed the rest of his thick hard-on into her trembling form.
For a moment she was stiff and rigid. Her face truly showed an expression of pain but Paul knew that she was no virgin and that she was used to getting as much as she could. The only reason for the pain that Paul could think of was the extreme thickness of his cock.
Even though her passage was well lubricated with her own cunt juices he could feel his cock head stretching the walls of her pussy.
The pain quickly subsided and Michelle began to respond and when she did she had a snatch that wouldn't quit-a snatch that moved beautifully with him. Their movements began slowly and as Paul pulled out she lowered her body even further until they both felt the tip of his cock just about ready to slip out of her, then together they'd strain toward each other so that each stroke was a full eight inch one into her body and then back out.
Paul felt the excitement mounting in his whole being, felt it in the pit of his stomach and felt it in the back of his neck, in his legs, in his crotch, in his balls. He felt all his tender promotions driving him onward and knew that soon he would be driving his load into her box, flooding her with his love ... liquid love.
"Fuck that cock, baby, right to the end!" he screamed into her ear.
"Oh, give it to me," she moaned, "give it to me. It's been so long since I've had a good one like this. I'm gonna fuck that cock of yours like it's never been fucked before."
"And I'm gonna fuck that hole of yours like it's never been fucked before," he promised, increasing the speed and power of his movements.
"Yes ... do that ... that's just what I want. Pump me, fill me with that beautiful cock of yours. Use those muscles to hold me tight and give it to me ... all of it!"
Paul worked as hard as he could and the sweat began to roll off both of their bodies as the two of them lay panting, straining, moaning, toward that ultimate end.
Paul was locked in her arms and felt her big tits pressing against his broad chest. He reached down, holding onto her buttocks and squeezing the ample flesh there as he pulled her in and up even tighter to the intimate contact of their love play.
She arched her pussy up into the air and moaned out from somewhere deep in her throat. Her fingernails clawed into his body and she was lost to the world now. The flooding sensations of her second climax were more violent, more intense, than the first and the pleasure of it wracked throughout her whole body, making her scream with pleasure.
Paul felt Michelle contorting beneath him and he knew that it was over for her. But seeing her in this condition increased his own excitement and she raced quickly to erupt the fire of his passion.
In a moment of sheer ecstasy and sheer delight Paul threw a couple of long thrusts into her and she flattened her hips down onto the blanket again. He shot furiously into her own flooding and jerking pussy ... shot out a load of rich cream that made his whole body quake with relief. Shivers ran up and down his back and Paul moaned out with pleasure.
It was good ... and Paul was sorry that it was over, but he knew that there would be more in the future-that there were plenty of girls waiting ... waiting for him even though they didn't know it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Paul shuffled from one foot to the other, staring intensely at the beautiful young girl standing on the corner waiting for the bus. She was unable to see him even though he was standing less than five feet from her because Paul was inside the corner drug store.
As he paid for the paperback novel that he had selected from one of the shelves, Paul's mind occupied itself with trying to think of a way to meet her ... to talk to her ... to pick her up.
Even as he walked out of the store he had not yet formulated a plan of attack and then as luck might have it, the girl dropped a book directly in front of him. Instinctively he stooped down and retrieved it, smiling as he returned it to its owner.
"Thanks," the girl whispered, smiling.
"You're quite welcome," Paul returned. 'By the way, it's quite a good book, I've read it."
"Yes, I know. I just finished it myself and I'm returning it to the library."
"That's a coincidence," Paul lied. "I'm going there myself ... can I give you a lift?"
His manner was so friendly and so trustworthy that the girl didn't think twice and nodded her approval.
Within a few minutes the two of them were in Paul's car and headed for the library.
Paul could feel the excitement mounting within his body as he drove and glanced over at the young girl. She was a looker all right, long flowing black hair, dark eyes and a real pretty face. But it was her figure that mainly turned Paul on. It was almost unbelievable. Her breasts were large and their outline clearly displayed against the tight knit top that she wore. Her legs were long graceful columns, smooth and inviting and abundantly revealed by the brief mini-skirt that the girl wore.
"By the way, my name's Paul."
"Jean ... Jean Purcellie," she replied and Paul was aware that she was looking at him differently now. It was almost as if she were appraising him.
"Do you go to school, Jean?"
"Yeah, I'm just starting my first year in college and I'm really looking forward to it."
"That's a good attitude. And if you feel that way you'll probably enjoy it a lot."
"Oh, I intend to ... especially the social life."
"Oh?" Paul said, questioningly.
"Yeah, this is the first time I am away from home ... away from my parents and it's really great. I'm all on my own and I can do whatever I want to-and believe me, there's a lot that I want to do."
Jean's tone contained a hint of mischief but almost as if she were going to do everything that her parents would disapprove of just because they would disapprove of it
Paul was quick to pick this up and as he caught a quick glance at Jean's face he realized that she was intensely examining him now. Her eyes roamed over the whole of his body.
They pulled up in front of the library and when Paul got out he was surprised to feel his prick hardening beneath the tight material of his pants. He glanced down and saw that it was clearly outlined and when Jean came around to his side of the car her eyes riveted to that spot and Paul knew that she'd be a pushover.
"Well, we're here," he said, looking up at the library.
"Yes," Jean echoed, staring back and forth from Paul's eyes to his cock.
Paul held the door to the library open for her and as Jean walked by, her hand accidently brushed against his hardened prick.
"Feel like going for a walk?" she asked.
"Sounds good," he answered, following her rather closely behind.
Paul didn't know what was up but felt sure that it was going to be something to his liking, something pleasing and somehow he knew that there was going to be some hot action.
Jean led the way up a back staircase and down a long corridor, finally stopping at a small room which she entered with Paul following closely behind her.
She closed the door and slipped the latch to insure privacy and pulled down the shades on the window. Jean then moved up next to him. She was close enough for him to reach out and touch her-to grab hold of her tits and run his hands up her leg to that wonderful crack.
There was no doubt now, no question in either of their minds. Jean, who had started out to be so demure, so young and innocent, had turned out to be just another hot little number-just another girl who knew what she was after.
On an impulse Paul reached down and let his hand rest on her hip. She then eased her body down onto the long leather couch that was in the room. Paul joined her, allowing his hand to move down onto her knee.
She turned in his direction and gave him an inviting look and her body relaxed. Her eyes searched Paul's own torso and came to rest on the quickly rising bulge. It threatened to rip open his pants if he didn't relieve it soon.
"It's really nice to meet you, Jean!" Paul said, sliding his hand up under her skirt until he felt the warm flesh of her inner thighs.
"It's nice to meet you too, Paul." she answered, opening her legs wider and allowing his hand to slip underneath her warm panties and find the hot, quivering flesh of her womanhood.
"You sure warm up quick ... "
"That's right," Jean replied. "The moment I saw you step out of that drug store I knew I'd have to get your attention. That's why I dropped that book right in front of you. I had hot panties, man and I was ... really ready. All you had to do was look in my direction and flick your finger at me and I would have followed you. When I see something I like and believe me, I liked you-I try to get it"
Jean reached over and began to unzip Paul's slacks. Her hands were nimble and worked fast. In a matter of seconds he felt her cool fingers sliding into his pants and fondling his hot prick.
She hiked up her skirt and with her free hand began to edge down her brief panties until she lowered them down around her ankles. She quickly slid out of her shoes and then kicked her panties free.
The thought of having this groovy looking broad so turned on set Paul's loins on fire and he nearly broke the clasp on his dungarees as he struggled with the material. Finally they gave way and he pulled them down to his knees.
His prick bounced free and her eyes opened wide. She gasped:
"Man, that's some powerful-looking weapon you've got there. I'm not sure that ... that I'll be able to handle ..."
Paul worked his face into a pout.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm sure as hell gonna try," she continued.
He leaned back against the couch and dug his heels into the floor. His prick standing up straight and rigid and hard. Jean got the message and hiked up her skirt again even further, past her hips, spreading her legs wide.
She positioned herself so that she stood over him with her legs straddling his own. Paul hoped that she knew what she was doing and that she was good at doing it because, in that position, there was little he could to other than work her hips with his hands.
Jean slowly sank down, impaling herself on Paul's throbbing cunt humper. As contact was made Paul could feel her body begin to tremble and she was overcome by little spasms as she worked the length of his prick deep into her.
When she had about half of Paul's cock inside her he grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her down harder and faster. She seemed to wince with pain but pushed down harder onto him, loving every fraction of an inch that she got.
She arched her neck so that she could watch her pussy engulf the hard flesh jabbing in between her legs. Once it was all the way in her she removed her hands from his shoulders that she had been using as a support and leaned back. She placed her hands on Paul's muscular legs and allowed her full weight to fall on him. The whole length of his cock was pressing against the inside of her stomach and Jean squeezed her cunt muscles making Paul shiver with intense excitement
He stared down at her pussy and applied pressure with his hand, lifting her up. Fortunately Jean was cooperative and again Paul saw the length of his prick reappearing from the dark cavern of its confinement.
She picked up a steady rhythm easily and moved her body up and down, grinding her hot hole onto Paul's aching rod.
After the first few plunges it was easy for her. His size was no longer a problem. She started sliding up and down, riding him as if she had been used to getting his huge cock every night. She really went to town like some wild animal and ground her pussy harder and faster onto him.
Her hips beat out the desires that were stirring deep within them both and she became like some kind of wild woman and her twat bounced incredibly fast up and down the length of his shaft.
Her head started to roll around on her shoulders and her mouth opened. She-started crying to him to go faster. But there was little that he could do-everything was up to her.
Jean started to move her body with incredible speed. Then Paul felt her body stiffen and her movement stopped for a second before her body broke into intense spasmodic release.
Paul stiffened his legs and strained to shoot his load. Fortunately Jean's body continued to grind hard against him. Her love juices lubricated his prick and conducted their bodily electricity.
He couldn't hold out much longer, even though Jean had come and reached her climax, she still wasn't satisfied-she still couldn't get enough of Paul's hard cock into her.
But Paul couldn't think about her anymore. He felt the beginning of his explosions and made ready as best he could. He practically stood up as Jean made the final plunge onto him. He strained his body, forcing himself as hard and as deep into her as he could get.
He reached out, wrapping his arms around her back, pulling her onto him. He shot ... shot for all he was worth, filling her with his hot cream.
All the strength drained out of his body and he felt his knees giving way. The two of them fell onto the floor, his prick still buried deep within her and Paul began to moan with the pleasure that he felt He lay there completely exhausted on the floor. Their bodies were still joined by his dong.
Jean eased her body backward, freeing herself from impalement on his prick. She then got up and disappeared into a small bathroom that connected with the room that they were in. After a few minutes she returned with a towel and began wiping at Paul's prick and balls. She did a thorough cleaning up job and as she started to walk away, Paul took a real good look at her.
She was some piece of ass and he could feel the desire willing up inside of him again. It must have been the way she fingered his prick as she cleansed it, but there it was, at full attention again, stiffening and pulsating with a mounting passion.
As Jean reappeared in the doorway again, Paul had reached the point where he was fully erect and needed to feel his stiff manhood disappear into the soft flesh between her legs.
"Come here, baby, I've got something for you ... " he said, bringing her hand to his fully erect prick.
"Boy, you don't fool around, do you?"
"Not when it comes to something like fucking ... " he answered her, "and with a twat like yours I could just go on and on ... stopping only for meals."
"And I'll bet I know what would be on the menu," she chuckled as he pulled her down onto the floor of the room, pushing her skirt up again.
Within a few seconds their bodies were molded again and moving easily against each other on the soft carpeting of the room. Paul reached down between the excited flesh and took his prick in hand, aiming it at her sensitive triangle again.
With a quick movement of his hips he stuck the tip into her again and pushed forward two or three inches, putting his hand around her back and resting it on her firm buttocks. He pulled her closer against him, working her farther onto his throbbing meat and feeling the sensation running through the head of his cock.
"More ... give me more," she begged, trying to grind herself even harder onto him.
He then slipped the rest of it past those sensual lips that were clinging onto his weapon.
Jean was moaning and squirming all over the place, reaching for him, clutching at his shoulders and trying to pull him over on top of her to let her have it good, but Paul liked the position they were in, lying side by side with his shaft buried deep within her.
He could move himself easily and still have an added pleasure in being able to feel her well-rounded ass with his hands.
He kept his eyes open and felt good watching her working out on his huge prick in a frenzy of pleasure. She was going crazy with his big cock.
Jean was certainly no virgin. Still, though, her twat felt good ... tight, as Paul pushed into her. He thought that he was probably bigger than anything that she had ever had before. Anyway, thicker, because she could feel her muscles stretching as he sunk deeper into her. He thought that he was probably longer too, penetrating deeply into some still virgin territory.
She was a young broad and though it was obvious that she was ripe and ready, she probably hadn't been around long enough to get many cocks that were as large as his.
His hips began working so fast now that Paul almost shot his second load deep into her but then he stopped dead in the middle of a plunge.
This was too good for him to end this quickly. He didn't want it to be that easy for her. He wanted her to beg him for more, to plead with him to give her the whole thing again and again.
As soon as Paul felt his balls settle again he started his race into her cunt, pounding deeper and harder into her. Her head was thrashing back and forth on the floor and she was murmuring things that he couldn't understand through clenched teeth.
Paul's body began to move out of control, almost as if his mind wasn't in control of it anymore. It pumped furiously at her, pounding and smashing and sometimes his cock slipping completely out. But with a steel wedge like he had it was easy to push back into her-driving her crazy with passion.
"Give it to me, let me have it all, all of that beautiful cock of yours," she whispered.
Paul didn't answer. He just kept screwing away at her churning, hot pussy. He began to feel his own resistance falling off again and he knew he was getting close now.
His hips began to pound against her harder, forcing him harder and deeper into her, giving her everything that she wanted, everything that she needed. This turned her on the way that she had never ... could never have been turned on by anyone else.
"All right bitch, you want me, you can have me," he cried out, pumping frantically into her, each plunge landing with a savage fury.
She began to cry out, to moan to scream with the pleasure of it all.
"Oh, my God ... " she shrieked. Her body then broke into wild convulsions. Each part of it seemed to move on its own. Her hands dug into his shoulders, pulling him to her tightly, trying to hold and possess him. Her head was thrashing to and fro, her hips still gyrated against him and her legs strained with the relief that she felt.
But there was no controlling Paul now. His own obsession with sex had carried him too far ... way past the boiling point that had been reached once already and now he could no longer stop, he could no longer control himself.
His last final plunges were violent with urgency. Then that feeling that he had worked so hard to obtain, finally started.
Deep in his balls, it started, working its way through his body and up the length of his throbbing cock. Finally it erupted, shooting forth his come.
Paul's body shook with the release and he rolled over on top of her, grinding his loins harder against her, forcing out every last drop of his manly fluid.
Jean whimpered underneath him but Paul was oblivious of her. He was lost in a world of his own-a world that no one could share with him. His whole being shook with ecstasy and he wished it would never end.
CHAPTER NINE
Paul's luck continued. Following the same routine, he and Joyce practically ignored each other now and so he found all of his thrills, all of his excitement, outside of his own home. In time he became reconciled to all of this. After all, it wasn't very hard for him to find the young heads that turned him on-that really got him hot
They all seemed to be available and all seemed to want to have him as much as he wanted them. So there was no problem, no more periods of frustration without sex and Paul seemed satisfied.
He still maintained the facsimile of a happily married, outwardly at least as far as his friends and fellow teachers and even members of their families were concerned. He and Joyce were making a go of it, were well suited, yes, even happy. No one suspected.
One day when Joyce had to go to the city shopping, Paul agreed to accompany her-agreed to give her a hand. This was because later that evening they were invited to have dinner with some friends ... mutual friends ... friends who believed them to be happy with each other.
While Joyce was in a mid town boutique getting together an outfit that she was going to wear that evening, Paul stood outside on the street, leaning against the building. He was quite content just standing there and watching the people walk by-throngs of people-all different and yet all the same, all hurrying to places and yet without any place to go.
Paul was grateful that he could just stand and watch.
Occasionally a good-looking young chick would stroll by Paul and he would feel a stirring in his loins, a desire to get his rocks off, but he didn't have the time to cultivate any new friendships, especially since Joyce was so close.
He was wearing a blazer and a pair of tight-fitting green slacks that accented his muscular build so there were a good many people who gave him the eye as they passed.
One girl in particular was so overwhelmed by his handsome face and masculine build that she stopped to peer into the window of the boutique.
The girl soon had looked at everything in the window and worked up the courage to speak.
"Hi ... you look like you're lost ... like you're looking for something."
"I am," Paul grunted out, turning in the girl's direction. He had barely noticed her before this and now that he was looking at her, he was sorry that he had missed her.
She was really beautiful, yet very tall a couple of inches taller than Paul, yet her body was in proportion, the proportions for a model, that is. She was thin yet delicately built ... appealing.
"What are you looking for?" she asked, "Maybe I can help!"
When she stopped talking her eyes continued the conversation, inviting Paul to make an overture, inviting him to ask her for something ... anything.
"Well ... just maybe some kind of a quick thrill or something."
"Oh," she chirped. "What kind of a quick thrill?"
"Do I have to draw you pictures or something?" Paul answered, his eyes laughing.
"Well, if you did, would they be pornographic," she asked, her face lighting up with a broad, friendly smile.
"Most definitely," Paul answered, "extremely pornographic."
"Well, that's a horse of a different color."
"A horse?" Paul asked.
"Or should I say, stud, honey."
"Yeah, Stud's okay," he replied.
"Well, if it's a workout you're looking for, I just live on the other side of town and my name's Ann ... Ann Garbriels."
"Paul ... but I really don't have time to go to the other side of town. Like I said, I want a quick thrill."
"Oh, you mean, wham, bam, thank you, m'am?"
"Yeah, I'm afraid that's about it. I have an appointment here, you see and I just don't have the time to spend."
"That's too bad, but I think I can still accommodate you if you want."
"Oh, I want to all right ... maybe we can get together sometime next week over at your place if you give me your address."
"Sure thing, but for now, I've got a good place to go."
"Where?" Paul questioned.
"It's not where, I always say, it's with who. It might not be that comfortable but it's safe ... it's private ... and its gonna be a lot of fun."
"Is that a guarantee?" Paul asked.
"Sure thing, honey," Ann responded, blowing a kiss at him and sliding her arm under his.
Paul was a bit nervous being this familiar with him right in front of the picture window of the boutique. Any minute Joyce could look out and see what was going on. But in a minute Paul wasn't there any longer. He followed Ann down the street and then into the entrance of a large office building.
Ann led him into an elevator and pushed one of the buttons. Within a few seconds they were sky-rocketing toward heaven. The elevator was private, all to themselves and she edged herself over next to him, sliding her hands between his legs and feeling for that luscious cock that she knew must be concealed there.
The elevator stopped on the forty-third floor, the doors opened and Ann tugged at Paul's sleeve. He followed quickly and she led the way into what seemed to be a photographer's studio.
"I just finished up modeling for some pictures here, honey and everyone's gone for the day."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, they don't like to work on Saturdays, but this was a rush job and well, we all had to extend ourselves."
"Well, lucky for us, huh?"
"That's right, baby," Ann said.
"I'm really in a hurry, I hope you don't mind too much."
"I don't mind at all, variety is the spice of life, you know and I like to have as many different guys as I can get."
"Do you?" Paul questioned disbelieving. After all, Ann only looked about eighteen or nineteen.
"Yeah, I do and when I see something I want, I generally go after it and chase it until it catches me, if you know what I mean."
"Well ..."
"In your case we didn't have time for any of these games so I had to be blunt, straightforward."
"Well, I'm glad you made that decision," Paul said.
"There was no other decision to make. I was just walking down the street, honey and I saw you standing against that building, looking so gorgeous ... so delicious ... so exciting and I knew, knew right then and there, that I had to have you. My twat started itching, started churning and I knew, knew right then that the more I would look at you the hotter I would get."
"Really?" Paul questioned.
"That's right, so I hope you don't mind. I hope you're not angry that I was so forward, so aggressive."
"I'm not," Paul said.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Most men don't like girls who are so straightforward and blunt, but I mean, after all, if I wasn't, how was I going to meet you, how was I going to get you?"
"That's right," Paul laughed.
"Now, I know that you're in a hurry. I know that you can't spend very much time with me. In fact, I guess it's just going to have to be a quick blow job, or something. But it's gonna be a good one. Like I said, I guarantee it. In fact, it's gonna be so good that you're gonna be calling me up and stopping by my apartment regularly."
"That would be great," Paul said.
"Well, great on your part. After all, I'm a model and I've got plenty of guys chasing my ass, trying to get it into bed."
"I'm sure you have," Paul said, observing the girl's luscious figure, thin, but attractive and seductive.
"Well, you see, I can afford to be selective and I hope that you meet my qualifications."
"What qualifications are they?" Paul asked.
"Well, most important of all is that you've got a big schwantz, a big hot poker in your pants."
"Oh, I'm not ashamed of it," Paul said.
"That's good, because the bigger it is, the better I like it. Now suppose I have a feel and see," Ann said, reaching for Paul's fly.
The idea of getting sucked off made Paul's prick jump to attention, especially when he thought about Ann doing it
"Are those lips as good as they look?" Paul asked and without giving her a chance to answer he pulled her against him and ground his own lips down hard against hers. He felt her lips open and his tongue dug down deeply into her throat. They were going at it, snake-like, letting their tongues slip in and out of each other's mouth, over and under each other's tongue and across their pearly white teeth and out again.
Paul let his hands roam down Ann's back and across her ass, which was extremely firm. A real groovy hump, he thought as he squeezed the rounded buttocks.
He pulled her in tightly against him and let her feel the hardness of his body, let her feel his thick cock pressed against her slender form. Then-Paul felt her shaking in his embrace.
She sure as hell is hot enough now, Paul thought He was certain that she'd soon be making him feel like a million.
"Oooh, ooh, enough of this shit," Ann said, pushing herself away from him.
"Why? What's the matter?" Paul questioned.
"Well, honey, if you keep up that nonsense you're just not going to get out of here with any quick blow job. You're gonna have to work out on my pussy because once I get hot ... I mean really hot, there's just no turning me off."
"Oh," Paul observed.
"Now, let me get a good look at that cock of yours," Ann said reaching over and flipping down his zipper, reaching in her long tapered fingers and pulling out Paul's rock-hard meat.
"Oooh," she cooed with delight, running her fingers back and forth the length of his shaft.
"You like?"
"Oh, baby ... that's eating stuff," she said, her fingers now fumbling with the belt of his pants, then the snap, then both hands concentrated on yanking them free ... tugging them down. In a few seconds Paul was naked from knees to waist and Ann lost no time in giving his cock her full attention.
She sank down quickly to her knees, her hands ran along the hair of his thighs as she positioned her mouth in front of his rock-hard cock.
Paul gently pushed his hips forward and Ann's open, waiting mouth took in the tip. Paul continued to add a little pressure, pushing it a little further into her mouth and letting her sample a little bit more of his manly pride.
The pleasure that shot through his body sent his head reeling and made his knees weak as Ann's lips clamped down tightly around the tip of his huge weapon, but then Ann suddenly pulled back and her mouth was gone.
With the loss of such intense pleasure Paul seemed to jolt forward, staring down at the kneeling woman. She was still at it though, letting her velvet smooth cheek rub down the length of Paul's cock, her pink tongue darting out snake-like and licking at his balls. She then allowed her hands to roam up over his stomach, onto his chest
"You have a beautiful, beautiful cock," she said, "really beautiful and I think I'm getting turned on ... more turned on with each second that I spend on it." Then she continued running her tongue up and down the side of his leg, making him shiver.
His aching prick, long, hard and pulsating, then returned to the moistness of her mouth. Paul couldn't stand all of this teasing crap. He was much too hot for this kind of playing around and wanted to get on with it
"Eat me, baby, eat that prick good. Make me shoot my load," Paul gasped his words hardly audible but their meaning was definitely clear.
Ann's tongue slipped out and licked all over his aching cock, filling it with saliva so that it would slide easily in and out of her mouth. Then she parted her lips and took his cock back into her hot cavern, sucking him as that hard joint penetrated further into her mouth.
She worked on it like an expert, allowing her tongue to swirl over the tip, her hot breath to fall on the sensitive flesh of Paul's loins and her hand running up and down the inside of Paul's thighs.
He was trembling, he was writhing with delight ... with ecstasy and he couldn't stand it much longer. The pleasure that Ann was causing raced throughout his body, made him come alive, made him vibrate with anticipation and Paul knew that he wasn't going to be able to contain himself, he wasn't going to be able to hold out for very long. The feeling was too intense.
Just as the sensations were reaching their high point Ann stopped all of her actions completely, stopped and moved back, leaning back on her haunches and looking up at Paul.
"It's no good, baby, absolutely no good."
"What's no good?" Paul snapped, too hot to reason, too hot to care, too hot to think about anything but getting his own rocks off.
"I just can't stand it, I don't remember the last time I felt like this, don't remember when my snatch was just twitching with excitement"
"What's that got to do with it?" Paul questioned.
"What do you mean, honey, I want you to know that us gals got feelings, too. We've got emotions, we've got the hots sometimes as bad as any of you big prick studs and I intend to see to it that I get my rocks off, too."
"Oh," Paul said, pouting.
"Now, honey, don't get like that. After all, it shouldn't be a one-sided adventure. I mean that would be stupid. That would be greedy, that would be not very gentlemanly-like."
The corners of Paul's mouth turned up into a smile as Ann got up off the floor, got from her knees and reached for the button that held her mini-skirt closed. A quick tug on her zipper and the tight-fitting garment fell to the floor, revealing a scant pair of lace panties and the longest, most graceful, most tapered legs that Paul could ever remember seeing. She was beautiful. It was no wonder that she was a model.
"I see that you like my legs, honey. Well, they're nothing compared to the rest of me," Ann said, undoing a few buttons and sliding out of her blouse. A second later she had removed her bra and was standing there clad only in her skimpy little panties.
"Beautiful ... really beautiful," Paul said, starting to unbutton his own shirt.
"Oooh, I can't stand the excitement, I can't stand the tension," Ann said, sliding her graceful fingers underneath her panties and probing into her cunt, stimulating her clit so that she'd be at about the same point that Paul was.
His rock-hard prick was standing straight out from his body as he tossed his jacket and shirt into a nearby chair. He didn't even bother to untie his shoes as he slid out of them and then out of his pants. He was too impatient, too wound up, too hot to care about anything but burying his shaft into the soft folds of Ann's pussy.
"Oh, hurry ... hurry up," she cooed, inching the lace panties down off her body.
Paul instantly saw the fine blonde down of Ann's bush poking out from the confines of the lace panties and he was getting wild with excitement.
At last Paul was naked and Ann slid the sexy panties down over her legs to the floor. She then slid one foot out and with the other she kicked the panties high into the air, catching them with a graceful arm and tossing them to Paul.
"What am I supposed to do with these, honey?"
"Why don't you smell them?" she said, looking very coquettish.
"Not a bad idea," Paul uttered, lifting the fragile garment to his nose.
He was greeted by the scent of some exotic perfume and seemed to be mingled with the odor of Ann's woman flesh-a delightful combination that turned him on all the more, that made him wild. It seemed that the subtle sophistication of the perfume and the appeal of her own snatch odor appealed to every part of Paul's personality, from his savage instincts to his lust and he couldn't wait to have her-couldn't wait to possess her body-to plow his huge hard-on deep into the sensitive folds of her cunt. In a second he was on top of her, squeezing her, pulling her tightly to him, easing her down onto a large sheepskin rub that had been used as a photographer's prop.
The curly fur of the rug felt good against their flesh and Ann lost all of her resistance.
"Take me, fuck me ... make me yours, you great, big stud."
"I'm gonna do just that"
"Good, hurry up though. I can't stand it any longer," she cried.
Paul reached down, taking his huge, hot poker and buried the tip of it at the entrance to her cunt A couple of movements of his hips and it sank all the way in, all the way to the hilt.
Ann wasn't at all uncooperative. She started to move her hips, to undulate them like a wild animal underneath him. Pretty soon the two of them were slamming against each other, their bodies rocking together in an instinctive lust.
Their passions were already high and soon the mounting pressures inside of them reached the limit and Ann shrieked out her release, sending her copious liquids down the length of her canal, lubricating Paul's shaft even more.
His last final plunges were violent and he finally exploded in a frenzy of sexual release.
"Oh, that feels good!" he screamed, filling her canal with the last drops of his come.
Paul jumped up, dressed quickly, took her name and address and returned to the boutique.
CHAPTER TEN
"Young lady, do you have a pass to be walking around the halls in the middle of class?" Paul questioned sharply. He was really in a foul mood that day. He had had a violent argument with Joyce the evening before and was taking it out on anyone who happened to cross his path.
"Are you speaking to me, sir?" the beautiful and vivacious girl asked, whirling around on her heels.
"Yes, I am ... "
"A pass ... a pass, yes?" she echoed and then let loose with a hearty laugh. Her laughter was deep, natural and contagious and Paul felt a lifting of his spirits, a brightening of his mood and this aggravated him.
"Why are you laughing," he cried, trying to maintain a respectable demean.
"I'm laughing because ... well, because I'm not a student."
"You're not?" Paul questioned, his face breaking into a smile.
"That's right I'm a new teacher here," she replied.
"But ... but you look so young ... just like one of the students."
"Why, I thank you most kindly but I assure you I'm not I'm Barbara Rogers and I teach out of the History Department"
"I'm so sorry," Paul said, adding "so embarrassed, too."
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm really flattered and pleased to have you think I'm so young. And please call me Barbara. I want to make friends here. You see, I'm kind of scared. This is the first time I've ever taught."
"Don't be scared," Paul said, "just be natural and everything will be all right. You'll see."
"I hope so," she replied. Her voice was so pleasant and so refreshing that Paul felt instantly at ease with her, felt as though he had known her for a long time. Not only that, but Barbara Rogers was extremely beautiful. She was more beautiful than Paul thought a teacher should be.
He stood there for a long moment, just staring at her, appraising her, refreshed by her beauty. Her hair was a light brown, with reddish gold highlights framing a beautiful face that seemed to contain a perpetual smile. Barbara had straight white teeth and eyes that sparkled with life and vitality.
"Are you free this period," Paul asked, just to have something to say.
"Yes, I am and to tell you the truth I'm kind of at a loss for something to do. I was just walking up and down the halls getting more used to the place ... "
"Why don't we go down to the teacher's cafeteria and have a cup of coffee ... that way we can get to know each other."
"I'd like that ... very much."
Paul gestured with his hand to a nearby stairway and Barbara led the way. Paul let her go a few steps ahead so that he could look at and admire the girl's beautifully proportioned body.
She was wearing a tight skirt and sweater-modest but stimulating, respectable but alluring. He watched as the young teacher walked and Paul could see her body moving beneath her clothing ... moving rhythmically ... sensuously.
"What's happening to me," Paul thought chidingly. "I can't even talk to a fellow teacher without looking at her and sizing her up sexually." But this was the case with Barbara. She just wasn't a girl to be taken lightly. Her body was there ... definitely there and it was impossible to ignore it. It demanded attention and every normal man give it gladly.
The coffee break proved to be most enjoyable for both of them and turned into a lunch date since they both had the same free lunch period. Lunch, too, was pleasant and during the next few weeks it turned into a regular thing. Finally, their meetings at school became the highlights of the day for both of them. They went through their morning classes anticipating the lunch period and then for the rest of the afternoon they would look forward to the next day.
It was only natural that since their personalities seemed to be so well suited, their attractiveness mutual, their interests so similar that the two of them should eventually make plans to have dinner together.
Barbara knew that Paul was married and that he had a daughter, but she also knew that he was unhappy, miserable and bitter about his wife and marriage. It had been easy for Paul to confess all to her-to speak his mind freely almost as if he were talking to himself.
Barbara was completely understanding. She never made moral judgments of any kinds and she found Paul just as easy to talk to as he did her. She confessed that she had been in love once, deeply in love, passionately in love, completely in love.
The man that Barbara had loved was also married and had led her on and made her believe that she was the only one for him, the one that would eventually end up marrying and living with once he had obtained a divorce.
However, he just seemed to keep putting it off, keep putting off telling his wife, keep stalling in getting a divorce. Finally, he told her that he had no intention of obtaining one. Barbara, at the time, was still in college and had buried herself in her studies so that she graduated early with outstanding grades and at the time that she met Paul she was just getting over the hurt-just becoming able to enjoy life again.
Paul took her to a discreet restaurant It was dimly lit, each table had subtle soft candle lights and there was an overall romantic atmosphere. It was easy for them, especially after a couple of drinks, to confess to each other their feelings of loneliness and since both of them felt the same basic feelings they were most receptive and understanding.
After the dinner Paul drove Barbara to her apartment. He took a scenic route, one that was longer but more pleasant and during the drive they continued pouring their hearts to each other.
Since they were both being honest in their feelings and emotions there was a natural warmth flowing between them and Barbara felt herself inching over next to Paul and within a few minutes he had wrapped his strong arm around her.
"Would you like to come up for a nightcap? Barbara asked, as they pulled up in front of her apartment building.
"Yes," Paul replied, pulling the car over to the curb and parking it.
They both got out and Barbara led the way through the lobby and into the elevator and up to the top floor. She produced a key from her purse, opened the door to her apartment and held it so that Paul could walk in first.
He was very much surprised to see that the apartment was as charming as its occupant. The whole place seemed to radiate warmth, a sense of home that Paul hadn't experienced in years.
He sat down on a large comfortable sofa while Barbara disappeared into the kitchen to mix up a couple of drinks.
"Scotch and water," she said, handing him his glass.
"And what are you drinking?"
"The same," Barbara replied sitting down next to him on the couch and placing her drink on the nearby coffee table.
She looked so beautiful, so inviting that Paul couldn't resist. He slowly eased over next to her and almost as if the two of them were drawn by some magnetic force, their faces drew together, their lips touched and then pressed firmly together.
Just touching her sent thrills throughout Paul's body, thrills that he hadn't experienced since that day in the park with Joyce. It was different when there was love, different from just sex and as Paul felt the young girl warm, trembling and breathing next to him, he knew that he loved her.
Against her own will, Barbara felt herself surrendering ... surrendering to another married man, perhaps another deadened, perhaps another hurt-but all of that seemed unimportant at the moment. All that she knew was that she wanted him, desired him, needed him.
It had been a long time sense she had allowed anyone to get this close and her need was great ... desperate. She molded her body against him and wrapped her arms around Paul's neck, pulling him even tighter against her.
Barbara's lips parted almost as a signal ... a sign of total surrender and Paul understood its full meaning. His strong, manly tongue slid out between his own lips and over her even white teeth-swirling around the cavern of her mouth and stimulating her, arousing her and making her feel his presence there as he hoped he would make it felt somewhere else later on.
Even if it went only this far Paul thought that he'd be satisfied, be content, just knowing that Barbara had allowed him the liberty that he was now enjoying.
But as her hot, irregular breath fell against his smooth cheek ... as her body quivered at his touch, Paul knew that it would go further. There was no possible way for them to stop now.
Within his pants Paul felt his cock hardening.. ..reaching its most solid state. He was excited ... more excited than he had been for a long time.
The urgency of that kiss began to abate. They both knew that they were ready ... ready for anything and everything. There was no longer any need to play games, to put on an act, to maintain the facade of cold aloofness, of respectability. There was nothing wrong with what they were doing. It was natural, it was what they needed.
"Would you like to see the rest of the apartment," Barbara said, easing herself free and patting her hair back into place.
"Yes, I would very much," Paul said, rising from' the couch and helping Barbara to her feet.
She pointed out the kitchen quickly and then led him down a long corridor and into a huge bedroom. She didn't flick on the main light switch but instead, illuminated a small lamp on her dressing table. There was light enough now in the room so that they would see everything, yet there wasn't enough light to make it embarrassing, to make whatever was going to happen strained and uncomfortable.
Barbara crossed the room and stood next to the bed. She turned and stared at Paul.
Even from the distance where Paul stood, halfway across the room, he could see Barbara's blue eyes sparkling with passion ... with excitement ... with lust They seemed to invite him to come and join her, to take her and possess her.
With a few steps Paul closed the distance between them quickly and took Barbara in his arms. She tilted her head upward and Paul's lips crashed down onto hers, no longer slow and cautiously, but this time with an urgency that both of them felt
Barbara's arms wrapped around his waist underneath his sports jacket and her fingers dug into his muscular back, running up and down the length of it, digging at the strong muscles. Their bodies squeezed tightly together and Barbara's body molded perfectly against Paul's solid shape.
She could feel his prick straining and pressing against her tender thigh and the feeling of it aroused her even more. She began to grind her body against his and the friction of their moving bodies made Paul's cock tingle with pleasure.
"You're beautiful ... more beautiful than anyone else I've ever known," he whispered.
"Don't hurt me," Barbara said, her voice low and hardly audible.
"Hurt you? I'd never hurt you. I ... I love you."
"Don't say that ... don't ever say that," Barbara said, lurching away from him.
"What's the matter?" Paul asked anxiously.
"I ... I just don't want to be tricked again. I'm tired of being hurt, tired of being used."
"Barbara, for the first time in my life I know what I'm doing. I know why I'm here and I know how I feel ... I love you ... I really do and I mean that."
"But you have a wife."
"Whom I can't stand."
"But you're still married to her."
"Tied to her, shackled to her is more the word but now ... now that I know, I don't think that I can go on with the facade any longer."
"What do you mean?"
"I have to be free, to be able to see you honestly, to be with you without shame or guilt."
"I don't believe you."
"I can't prove anything. I just know how I feel and I know I mean it."
"I know how you feel too, but how you feel tomorrow might be a different story and I can't get myself worked up-I can't build my life on dreams and phantasies."
"Do you want me to go," Paul asked, kissing Barbara gently on the curve of her throat.
"No, not that," Barbara replied, tears welling up in her eyes and spilling over the brim.
"Then believe-with all your heart-believe that. I'm yours from now on. Over the weeks I've grown to love you, grown to need you and my course is clear, my direction set. I am going to be divorced."
There was such force and sincerity in Paul's tone that Barbara's whole heart seemed to swell with love and belief. It was as real to her as Paul was-lying next to her-and every muscle in her body relaxed.
Barbara surrendered and Paul knew it.
He rolled over on top of her, his strong mouth again clamping down on her. The kiss was full of meaning, full of love and Barbara felt herself getting hotter ... wanting Paul more with each second.
Paul's lips did not remain on hers for very long. His kisses fell quickly on her cheeks and then her neck and finally his lips moved down between the soft mounds of her breasts. Paul's tongue darted out and like a fiery sword, cut its way across the womanly mound until he caught the tip of her nipples. Sparks of excitement shot through Barbara's body, making her feel alive and wanted.
Paul's lips parted and then clamped shut on her hardened nipple. He sucked wildly and Barbara squirmed with passion.
"It's real ... it's real, I know it is," she whispered as her head rolled back and forth with pleasure.
Paul's tongue continued to excite her even more and his hand slid down over her tight belly through the fine brown down and stopped at the entrance to her vagina.
With one strong finger Paul parted the lips of her cunt and penetrated deep into the hot, wet, fleshy folds of her womanhood.
Barbara squirmed with delight, arched her back and forced herself further onto Paul's probing digit. Everything about her seemed to be transformed. She was moving in unison with his every touch, his ever contact and Paul felt satisfied ... happy that he was able to make her feel so good.
"Take me, Paul ... now ... I'm yours. I love you," Barbara whispered.
Paul shifted his position, sliding full length on top of her. He reached down between their warm bodies, grasping his solid manhood and aimed it at the entrance to her vagina. He moved his hips slightly and the tip of his shaft parted her lips slightly and penetrated.
It was Barbara who made the next move, squeezing the muscles of her buttocks she forced herself upward and impaled herself even more on Paul's prick.
Paul increased the pressure and his took slid further and further into Barbara's hot pussy, the two of them finally came together, their loins met and began to grind out the rhythm of love.
Barbara's cunt was fantastic, better able to give pleasure to Paul than anything he had ever felt before. The walls of her cunt churned with excitement. She controlled every muscle miraculously and he started to feel the intense pleasure of his flesh mount up within him.
Within a few minutes the two of them were moving violently out of control, panting like wild animals, savage in the fury of their lust.
Paul's thrusts became faster and more violent. He moved so fast that his prick didn't have a chance to recover from the pleasure of the first thrust before it was experiencing the delights of the next. Barbara's cunt seemed to graft onto Paul's cock, to suck at it and as he would withdraw, its walls seemed to follow it out.
Barbara's body moved in perfect unison with his and her own excitement, mounting all the time, made the pleasure that she was feeling along the length of her cunt spread throughout the length of her body-every nerve was screaming for release. Every fraction of her body was aching with ecstasy. The pleasure seemed to start at the entrance to her pussy and spread up to her stomach like little fingers kneading her and making her squirm with ecstasy.
Then it happened. From deep within her groin, Barbara felt the first explosion, an explosion so powerful that her body shook and then came the deep beautiful sensations of release as her fluid flooded her channel.
Paul screamed and with one final thrust of his cock he erupted into ecstatic pleasure. His fluid was surging forth in a surgence of pleasure that he couldn't believe and couldn't understand.
It was a long time before the two of them were able to move, to be able to speak. Their climaxes had been so strong and so violent that they were completely exhausted ... completely drained.
Paul left Barbara that night burning with love. He knew what he had to do and for the first time he had the motivation and courage to do it.
Telling Joyce was no easy thing and Paul thought for days about the best way to tell the news to her.
Finally Paul came right out and confessed ... confessed everything from Peggy Martin right through to Barbara Rogers. Joyce was her usual cold calculating self. She didn't seem at all concerned and wasn't even slightly bothered by Paul's infidelity. She, in fact, told him that what he did was his own business and that she couldn't care less.
Paul insisted on a divorce and Joyce continued to refuse. At last Paul went to a lawyer and got the advice necessary to stimulate Joyce into activity.
One thing that she couldn't stand, couldn't tolerate, was that Paul should divorce her, that he would institute the legal action necessary to bring about the divorce.
She was jolted into action and at once filed for a divorce on the grounds of adultery.
It was over at that. She demanded the house that was almost fully paid off, all the furniture and everything that they had in the savings account. In fact, if Paul wanted his freedom he would have to leave penniless, without anything but his clothing to call his own and that's just what Paul did.
The judge decided that Joyce was capable of working and that she didn't need alimony but he did impose child support on Paul, but that was expected.
He took his clothing and moved in with Barbara Rogers. They kept things quiet around the school because a scandal would have ruined them both but after months of waiting, Paul's divorce became final and the following day Barbara and Paul were married.
At last he had found a woman who suited him, who physically appealed to him, who understood his nature, personality and sensitivity and Barbara had found a man to love her ... completely, honestly and fully.
There was no doubt in either mind that they would find happiness together, at least not in my mind, for you see, I'm Barbara Rogers. I wrote this book and everything that I related to you was told me by my husband Paul, just as it happened ... just as he felt.
