The overwhelming problems people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under normal circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the athlete who, under pressure to perform well, takes drugs.
Nancy Benton, an attractive young teacher in this story, is one of these desperate people, for her problem-a failing relationship with her husband-leads her into the arms of strangers, compelling her to flit from one bed to another in an orgy of hedonistic excess.
Her story is that of a woman struggling desperately for happiness, for some way to save her marriage and self-respect.
TONGUE-LASHED BY TWO TEACHERS -a novel about one of the problems facing modern society and a reflection of our times.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Nancy Benton was naked in front of her bedroom mirror. She studied her body for a moment and then cupped her thirty-eight-inch tits in her hands. The nipples stuck up high and she flicked them gently with her thumbs. A tingle of pleasure went through her.
She stroked her fingers down over her flat brown belly and over her curving hips. She stared at the triangle of blonde pussy hair between her legs and smiled. The damp slit of her cunt was clearly visible beneath the wispy curls. Her pussy-lips had parted, and a slice of bright pink skin was poking into the open.
Her hands stroked back up over her belly and rib cage and she squeezed her tits hard. The nipples were growing longer. Already, they thrust up almost half an inch off their puffy circles of areola flesh. She spread her legs wider and watched her cunt-lips expand. The pink skin was getting wetter by the second. She moaned softly.
She reached for a pair of panties on the dresser and bent down to draw them up her legs. Her big tits swung heavily below her. She snapped the elastic of the panties into place beneath her belly and stood up straight. Then she laughed out loud. Her pussy and pubic patch were still clearly visible.
The panties were crotchless and hid nothing.
There was a stirring on the bed behind her, and she glanced quickly at the sleeping form of her husband. But he didn't wake up. This early in the morning, he slept very soundly. She turned her attention back to the mirror and reached for a dainty bra. She hooked it over her arms and eased her tits into the quarter-cups.
Again she laughed, but more softly this time. The bra was obscene. It didn't cover her tits at all. It simply forced them up and out, making them look even bigger. Her nipples, her areolas, were all on display.
She shifted from side to side, examined her tits from every angle in profile. She bent down, and watched her tits ooze over the small cups.
Her body really was amazing, she realized. It was full in all the right places and slender where it should be. But it was only lately that she was coming to appreciate it. She'd always been very shy about her build, especially the size of her tits. And most of her life she'd tried to hide her figure, to disguise it with modest clothes. Now here she was flaunting it in lewd underwear. But only, so far, for herself.
She stole another glance at the bed, but Chris was still sleeping soundly. He never woke up before his alarm clock went off. She wanted to wake him. She wanted him to see her in her new outfit. But she made no move. She sat down in front of her mirror and waited, her eyes still lingering over her curves.
Her fingers stroked through her pussy hair and touched the lips of her cunt.
A shudder went through her. She was amazed at how turned on she was. She spread the lips of her cunt with two fingers and dipped a third inside her cunt-gash. She swirled it around for a while and then touched the stiff bud of her clit.
A wave of pleasure rolled up through her belly.
"Chris," she moaned softly. "Chris, wake up, damn you."
He rolled over on the bed but still slept soundly. Nancy sighed and reached for something she'd bought along with her sexy underwear.
It was a dildo, a fake plastic cock nearly eight inches long. She'd picked it up as a joke, but now she saw a better use for it. She touched the head of it to her pussy and rubbed it around and around.
Her cunt was oozing all kinds of juice. She was really aroused. She eased the head of the fake cock between her cunt-lips and forced it inside herself. Three inches of the shaft disappeared before she paused. She screwed the dildo around, pushed another two inches of it up her cunt. Then she began working it in and out, fucking herself with the thing. She spread her legs wide and leaned back in her seat.
The dildo was huge, not only longer than Chris' cock, but thicker as well. And it felt wonderful fucking in and out of her cunt.
But she was a bit ashamed of herself for using it. She was a married woman, after all. In fact she'd only been married two months. She shouldn't be using sex toys on herself. It was wicked. She should wake her husband, make him do his duty.
In a minute she would, she promised herself. But in the meantime she fucked the fake cock in and out of her pussy with deeper and deeper strokes. And it began to make lewd squelching sounds as it plowed between her cunt-lips. It really did feel terrific. In a way, it was even better than straight fucking with Chris.
"So good. So nice," she muttered to herself.
The alarm clock buzzed suddenly, and she froze.
She watched her husband roll over and switch it off. Her hand clutched the base of the fake cock but she made no move to remove it from her cunt. She just sat there and gazed at Chris as he propped himself up on his elbows and looked about him. When he caught sight of her, his eyes immediately dropped to her crotch.
"Nancy, what the hell are you doing?" he gasped. "What's that between your legs?"
"It's a plaything." She blushed. "I got horny waiting for you to wake up, so I started masturbating."
"At this time of day? Nancy, are you losing your mind? We've got to be at school in just over an hour."
Nancy blushed again. It really was shameless behavior, she had to admit. But what could she do? She was horny. She stood up and took a couple of steps toward the bed. The dildo was still stuck up her cunt. It jutted out lewdly as she moved. She stopped at the foot of the bed and put her hands on her hips. Her lovely face broke into a smile.
"What do you think of my outfit? Does it get you hot?" she asked. She leaned down a little and shook her tits at him. The quarter-cup bra seemed about to snap with the weight of her big tits.
"It's obscene, Nancy. You look like a porno star. And will you please remove that thing from between your legs? What's the matter with you today?"
"I'll remove it-if you'll fuck me. I'm horny, that's all that's wrong with me. I need your nice hard cock deep inside me."
She crawled onto the bed and fondled his limp cock through the sheet. Then her fingers squeezed his balls. He squirmed beneath her and tried to move away, but suddenly she flung the sheet down and made a grab for his naked cock.
She began to pump his prick roughly, jacking her fist up and down.
"Nancy, what's gotten into you? This isn't like you at all," he said. "Let me go. We're going to be late for work." f "Fuck work! Let's be late for once. We've been married two months, and we've never yet fucked in the morning. It's always late at night, in the dark, between the sheets. Let's try something new for a change."
Her fist was jerking his cock up and down with expert movements. And in spite of his resistance, his cock was getting hard. He stopped struggling and glanced at the clock on the night stand. Then he lay back and watched her jacking his prick. He glanced at her lewd bra and her crotchless panties. The dildo was sliding slowly down out of her cunt.
"Where did you get this stuff? You've never worn sexy underwear before," he said. "And a fake cock! Really, Nancy."
"I got them at the sex shop on the weekend. I figured our sex lives needed spicing up. I was getting bored, Chris."
His prick was a solid seven inches in her fist, and she let go of it suddenly and pulled the dildo from her pussy. She climbed up on top of him, straddling his crotch. She held his cock upright and poked the head of it between the gaping lips of her cunt. With a contented sigh, she sank down onto the erect cock-shaft, forcing it deep inside her pussy.
"We've never done it like this before, have we?" she grinned. "Doesn't it feel good, with me on top? Your cock seems to go so much deeper inside me."
Chris didn't answer. He placed both hands on her waist and gazed up the length of her body. The flat muscles of her belly rippled. And as she began to fuck up and down, her big tits started bouncing. The flimsy bra did nothing to stop the motion of her tits. It stretched and strained under the pressure.
"I want us to start doing more stuff like this, Chris," she went on. "I want us to try all kinds of new things. Dirty stuff. Kinky stuff. You know what I mean? Our sex lives could be so exciting."
"I don't know, Nancy. What's wrong with the way we've been doing it up to now? You seemed satisfied."
"I was, at first. But that's because I had no experience. Now I want to experiment. I want to try things. Like talking dirty. Do you think you could call me some dirty names, Chris? Could you call me cunt and slut and whore and treat me like a dirty bitch once in a while?"
"No! I couldn't do that, Nancy. I respect and love you too much," he said.
The wet friction of her cunt on his cock was driving him crazy. He could feel his balls growing numb already.
"Try, Chris. You don't have to mean it. Call me dirty names. I think I'd like that."
"No. No way. Forget it."
He began to knife his cock upwards into her cunt. He wanted her to stop talking this way. It revealed a side to her that he hadn't seen before and that he didn't like. He'd fallen in love with Nancy and married her because she was so soft-spoken and shy, in part. He didn't want her acting and talking like a whore.
"Then I'll do it," she gasped, bouncing up and down on him harder and harder. "I'm a dirty, cock-loving slut, Chris. I think about sex and cocks more and more. I want to act like a whore. I want to do dirty, kinky things. I want to act like a bitch in heat."
"Shut up, Nancy. I mean it!" he growled. "I don't want you talking like that. You're my wife."
He watched her tits bounce up and down for another moment or two, then he gripped her hard around her waist and rolled her over onto her back. The motion caught her by surprise and his cock slipped from her wet cunt. But he soon settled down on top of her and eased his hard-on back inside her pussy. He began fucking her quickly. And again he glanced at the clock on the night stand.
"You're so fucking straight," she panted. "Don't you ever get the urge to let loose, Chris?"
"This is as loose as I want to get," he groaned. He fucked his cock in and out of her cunt with shorter and shorter movements.
It did feel pretty good, she had to admit. His cock was hard and solid up her cunt. But it was the same old thing. It was straight fucking, with him on top. And they'd been doing this over and over again for the two months of their marriage.
He really didn't seem to want or need anything more. Not even cock-sucking. On the one or two occasions she'd moved down toward his prick with her mouth, he'd pulled her back. It was so frustrating.
Because she did want more. She wanted to fuck in all kinds of different positions. In all kinds of different places, as well. She wanted to suck his cock. Her mouth watered sometimes at the thought of taking his hard prick between her lips. She wanted him to go down on her, as well. There were all kinds of things she wanted to try. Why wouldn't he go for it? Most men would, she was sure.
"This feels great, baby," he panted. "What more do you want? This feels so good I don't believe it!"
His ass rose and fell. He was pumping up and down on top of her with short, quick cock-jabs. His balls smacked against the cheeks of her ass and he could feel the friction of her crotchless panties. He planted one hand on her left tit and squeezed it gently. He ran his thumb over the long stiff nipple. His grunts and groans grew louder by the second.
"Keep it up! Don't stop!" she urged. "I want it to go on and on and on!"
Her legs were scissored up on either side of him, but now she hooked them over the backs of his thighs. Her hands traced down his back until they came to the cheeks of his ass. She dug her fingers into the firm buns, clawing at them. She tried to draw his prick deeper inside her aching pussy.
"We're going to be late. We don't have time for this," he grunted. "I'm going to cum, okay?"
"No! Not yet! It feels good, don't stop!" she moaned. "Keep fucking me. Cram your cock deep up my pussy!"
Her cunt was sucking hard at his prick. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, no matter what she said. He fucked in and out of her, cranking her cunt-lips wide. He squeezed her tit some more. His balls felt heavy with cum. They were swollen and numb. And any second now they were going to burst.
"Talk dirty to me! Call me cunt and slut and whore!" she begged.
"No! Never! Never!" he croaked.
He buried his cock inside her one last time. A shudder went up the entire length of his body. And suddenly he was pouring out his cum-load, spurting it up her pussy in thick greasy knots. He groaned loudly. His fingers dug into her tit. And his cum shot deep into her cunt. Wad after wad of jism fired from his cock and coated her insides.
Another wad of cum shot into her pussy. And another. Spunk was overflowing her cunt and dribbling down into the crack of her ass. It coated his balls and soiled her crotchless panties. Cum was flecked into her blonde pussy hair. His cock made slurping sounds as it plowed through all the fuck-slime.
Then he was slowing down. His prick oozed out a couple more slugs of cum, and he was finished. He pulled the greasy cock-shaft from her cunt and laid it onto her belly. It seeped a thin trail of cum into her navel.
She went right on humping him as if his cock were still inside her. Her cunt-lips gaped wide and empty and oozed out strings of his cock-cream.
"No! I don't believe this!" she panted. "Fuck me some more! Shove your cock back inside me!"
She reached for his prick, curled her fingers around it and pumped it up and down. But his spent cock was already growing limp. She could feel it softening. And he was rolling off her.
He sagged into the bed for a few seconds, breathing heavily. Then he crawled off the bed and strode to the bathroom.
Nancy stared after him, watching his shiny cock bounce up and down.
"Chris, come back here, damn you!" she gasped. "I'm not finished yet! I need your cock inside me! I still haven't cum!"
"Sorry, babe. Got to shower and go to work. And so do you. We don't want to be late now, do we?" Nancy moaned. She was so horny she couldn't believe it. And yet her husband was deserting her. He'd gotten himself off quickly and efficiently, as usual. But she was left with an aching need and a cuntful of cum. It wasn't fair.
She reached for the dildo, meaning to throw it at the bathroom door.
But then, with a soft whimper, she drew it down between her legs and shoved it up her cunt. She began to fuck it in and out eagerly.
CHAPTER TWO
Craig Hobbs watched Nancy Benton walk down the hall in front of him, and his cock flexed in his slacks.
What a stunning piece of ass she was, he thought. She was so fucking slender, with long trim legs and a tight little ass. He was sure he could circle her tiny waist with both hands. Yet she had those big bouncy tits. They jiggled and heaved inside her blouse, and never failed to give him a hard-on each time he saw her.
She was damned pretty, too. She had huge blue eyes and a cute little nose, and one of those full-lipped mouths that gave a guy all kinds of ideas. She was a natural blonde, and he often daydreamed of wrapping his cock in the bright tresses of her hair.
Fuck, he would love to get her into bed. There was something about her that said she'd be a wildcat with the right man.
But of course, she was married to that asshole Chris Benton. In fact they were practically newlyweds. They'd gotten teaching jobs together at the beginning of the semester. And for the first few weeks, they were rarely apart. He'd had a hell of a time getting to talk to her, even in the staff room. She seemed to have eyes for no one but her jerk-off husband. On the few occasions he had managed to speak to her, she'd been very cool, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.
He'd kept trying. He didn't discourage easily. And in the past ten days or so, she had actually smiled at some of the things he said. But then he always ended up staring at her gorgeous tits, and she would blush and excuse herself, saying how busy she was with her new classes. She would wiggle away and leave him gazing at her stunning little ass as it flexed in her tight skirt. And he would limp off with a hard-on.
Craig was going to fuck her.
He knew that without a shadow of a doubt. It was just a matter of time. Pretty early in life, he'd figured out how to pick up on the women who really enjoyed sex. It wasn't anything he could explain. It was like an instinct. But he'd gotten to the point where he could tell if a female loved fucking or not. And more importantly, if they were getting it.
Nancy was getting it, he was sure. Her husband would have to be out of his mind not to be fucking her every chance he got. But there was something missing, he was sure.
He'd noticed this time and again with women who were married or had steady boyfriends. They might be getting fucked, but they often weren't getting fucked right. The men in their lives were too selfish, or stupid or something.
He watched her pause in the doorway to one of the classrooms. School was out for the day, and the rooms and hallways were empty but for a few straggling students. She was talking to someone, her husband. She was leaning half in and half out of the room, and Craig had a perfect view of her ass. His prick twitched again in his pants and he shifted it to a more comfortable position.
"Well, how long will you be?" she said. "I don't want to hang around here much longer."
"At least an hour," Chris Benton answered. "Two of my students are really having problems, and I promised I'd go over some things with them. Couldn't you take a cab home?"
Craig saw a quiver of irritation go through Nancy. Her fingers clenched at the door jamb. Then quickly she turned around to move away. And she bumped right into him. Her tits smashed against his chest. His hard-on pressed onto her belly. She gave a little gasp, and the books and papers she had under her arm scattered to the ground.
"Fuck!" she muttered under her breath. And immediately she blushed and smiled. She crouched down and began picking up the books and papers. It wasn't easy bending down with a hard-on, but Craig gamely sank to his knees and helped her gather her things. He apologized, told her it was all his fault, and tried to be as charming as possible. But he couldn't keep his eyes off her big tits. Or her legs. Her skirt had ridden high on her thigh as she crouched on one knee. He could see far up her leg, to where her white stocking ended and was attached to its elastic white garter.
"You're wearing a garter belt. Sweet Jesus," he croaked. "I didn't think anyone wore those things outside of men's magazines."
Again Nancy blushed. But she made no move to pull down her skirt. She went on picking up her papers calmly, not saying a word. Craig gazed at her white garter, at the clasp hooked to her stocking top. His prick pounded painfully against his thigh. He was supposed to be helping her gather her stuff, but he just knelt there helplessly.
"Are you okay, Nancy?" a voice called from inside the classroom. Chris was still at his desk. He didn't even bother to come check on his wife.
"I'm fine, honey. I'll go call a cab," Nancy said. But as she spoke, she twisted slightly on one foot, so that she was facing Craig. Her legs spread apart and the skirt rode higher.
Craig had a perfect view down between her thighs. Not only could he see both stocking tops now, but he could also see a blinding flash of white panty. She was showing off her crotch to him on purpose. She was hiding nothing. And as she picked up the last of her papers, she gazed into his eyes and gave him a teasing smile. Craig almost moaned out loud.
"I'll give you a ride home," he said, gripping her elbow and helping her to her feet. "Would you like that?"
"I'd love it," she muttered.
Neither one of them said another word to Chris. They moved off down the hall together, and Craig led her out to his car. They drove off in silence, and for the next few minutes the only words they exchanged were directions as Nancy told him where to turn.
There was some weird spell between them. Craig knew he was going to get to fuck her at last. This was his chance. There was no doubt about it.
She unlocked the door to the house and led him down the hall to the bedroom. He followed her without hesitation. Then they stood facing each other across the big bed. It was funny, he thought, but this was going a bit too quickly even for him. He liked to draw out the beginnings of sex. He wanted it to last. The only problem was, her asshole husband would be home in about an hour.
"I've never done anything like this before," she muttered. "This is absolutely the first time."
She unbuttoned the front of her blouse and he watched as her big tits came into view. They were packed into a flimsy white bra, but he could see the dark rings of her areolas through the material. The flattened stubs of her nipples were clearly visible.
"You know I've only been married a couple of months," she went on. "You must think I'm a real slut."
She tossed her blouse aside and unzipped her skirt. It slipped down her legs and she stepped from it, kicking off her shoes at the same time. Then she stood looking at him for a moment. All she had on were her panties, her white garter belt, and her sheer white stockings. Through her panties he could see the hairy mound of her pussy.
"I've known you were a slut at heart from the first time I saw you," he smiled. "I don't know why you've been so fucking cool and shy all these weeks."
He threw his jacket over a chair and peeled off his shirt and tie. Nancy studied the muscles of his arms and chest, and her heart began to pound. He was beautifully built and obviously kept himself in great shape. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. She watched him slip out of his shoes and step out of his pants.
Her eyes widened at the sight of the cock-bulge in his shorts. It looked like he had a monster of a prick packed inside them.
"I was shy with you because I knew you only wanted one thing," she said absently, her eyes glued to his crotch. "I wanted to be a good wife."
He shoved down his shorts and stood naked in front of her. Nancy's heart skipped a beat. His cock had to be eight inches long, and it wasn't even hard yet. His prick hung limply, a great thick log of flesh with ugly blue veins pulsing in its sides. His ball-sac was a gross leathery pouch covered with dark wiry hair.
For a moment, she didn't know what to say. It was so much bigger than her husband's cock, so much grosser, somehow. She wondered what his cock would be like once it was stiff. Would she be able to take it? Would it go up her cunt? Maybe it would hurt her. His prick looked thick enough to split her in half.
"It's so huge," she muttered finally. "Your cock's so fucking thick and huge. I don't believe it!"
"Believe it, baby. It's the kind of cock you've been dreaming about, right? This is the kind of meat your husband can't give you."
He took his limp prick in his hand and pumped it up and down several times. The cock-shaft grew stiffer in his fist. He let it go, gave her a good look at it swaying higher. Then he pumped his prick some more. He kept this up, jerking his cock then letting it go, jerking on it and letting it go, so that she could watch the big fucker stiffening. It soon jutted out over ten inches from his forest of crotch hair.
She slid off her panties and raised one leg to begin unhooking her stockings from her garters. But he stopped her. He came around the bed, took her by the shoulders, and looked into her eyes. The head of his huge cock grazed her thigh.
"Leave the garter belt and stockings on. I want to fuck you while you're still wearing them," he said. "Lie down on the bed. Spread your legs wide. We might not have too much time."
Nancy wanted to take hold of his huge cock. She wanted to drop to her knees in front of him and stuff his prick in her mouth.
But she was still a bit shy. She hesitated. And deep down, she knew she'd get to do this soon anyway. She had a feeling that this rushed fuck-session this afternoon wasn't going to be the only time she'd get together with Craig Hobbs. She was going to want to see much more of this huge, throbbing cock.
She climbed onto the bed, wearing just her garter belt and stockings. She lay down on her back and spread her legs wide.
Suddenly, she thought back to the morning, and how horny she'd been. What a frustrating day she'd had, even after masturbating with the dildo. She'd been craving cock the whole time. Now Craig Hobbs was going to stuff her with more cock than she'd ever known. What a wild fucking day this was!
He climbed onto the bed slowly, his colossal cock swinging between his legs. Nancy couldn't take her eyes off it. A quiver went through her as she again wondered what his prick would feel like inside her.
But, instead of sinking down on top of her, Craig was dipping his head down to her tits. He flicked one of her nipples with his tongue. He licked around and around her areola. Then he closed his lips over the erect nipple and began to suck hard.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she muttered softly. Both her nipples were half an inch long. The areolas were puffy and swollen. He sucked hard on one tit, then switched over to the other. He nipped at the nipples with his teeth, teased them, drew them up high. Then, just when she thought her nipples would burst and spill milk, he began licking and kissing his way down her tit and over her rib cage. He circled his tongue around and around on her heaving brown belly.
"Oh, fuck! That feels so good. Oh, fuck!" she groaned.
He was grabbing her legs, forcing them wide apart. And her heart did another flip-flop as she realized what he was about to do. All her married life, she'd wanted Chris to do this. Now, finally, it was going to be done by a virtual stranger. She whimpered softly as she felt Craig's tongue grazing through her pussy hair. Then his fingers were on her cunt-lips and he was prying them apart.
"Oh, yes! Oh, please, yes!" she moaned. "Eat my cunt! Eat my hot juicy cunt! Suck my twat!"
Craig was amazed at how swollen her cunt was. The plump outer cunt-lips were stretched wide. The inner cunt-lips were bright pink and glistening. He scraped his tongue up one side and down the other. He tugged at the inner pussy-folds and stretched them even more. Her clit swelled out from under its hood of skin. It was like a small erect cock waiting to be sucked.
His tongue jabbed inside her pussy. He shoved it as far as it would go. Then he licked around and around, teasing her pussy-lips and drawing them up and out. Her cunt was blossoming like a flower. All the rubbery pink skin was expanding for him. Her clit stuck out farther and farther, aching to be touched.
"Suck my clit! Please suck my clit!" she begged, mashing her cunt onto his mouth. "It feels so good! Oh, fuck!"
He did as she asked, first touching her erect clit with the tip of his tongue, and then sucking it between his lips. She groaned loudly and arched her back, lifting her ass off the bed. Her tits rolled about on her chest. Her belly pulsed. She began whimpering, almost as if she were in pain.
"Cock-sucker! Fuck! Oh, yes! Suck my hot hungry twat!" she squealed. Her hands clutched at his head and clamped it deep between her legs.
He sucked her clit hard, determined not to let go. His nose was buried in her cunt hair and it was hard to breathe. But he stayed with her. His hands supported her raised ass and he clawed at the firm ass-cheeks. Her thighs swayed in and out on either side of his head.
She began to sob. She really did sound as if she were crying. Her cunt twitched and throbbed against his mouth. All kinds of juice poured down from deep inside her.
If she wasn't cumming, she was damned close to it, he thought. He gave her clit an extra hard suck and she cried out, her voice crazy with pleasure.
"Cumming! Oh, you sonovabitch! Cumming on your hot mouth! Eat my cunt! Suck on my steaming pussy!"
His tongue continued to work on her clit. He diddled it up and down and back and forth and didn't stop even when he ran out of breath. She twitched and wriggled beneath him, her cunt still oozing slime. And she whimpered and cried helplessly. She seemed to be cumming for several minutes, though it was only a matter of seconds.
"Eat me, you bastard! Eat my hot cunt!" she kept yelling.
He stayed on her another few seconds, till her ass lowered to the bed and she seemed to grow calmer. Then he raised his head and gasped in mouthfuls of air. Her body was slick with sweat. He could see her big tits gleaming with it as he gazed up toward her face. Her belly was still fluttering. Little shudders still went through her.
Slowly, he crawled up on his knees between her legs. His cock was an eleven-inch pole of hard flesh. It loomed out from his crotch like the boom of a crane. He took his prick in hand, pulled on it several times. Then he began to lower it toward the gaping pink gash of her cunt. She was still glowing from her climax and her eyes were closed. Before he buried his big fucker inside her, he wanted her to see it.
"Hey bitch!" he called out. "You ready for eleven inches of stiff cock up your whore's cunt? You ready for a real man inside you?"
Nancy came to her senses. Her eyes opened and she stared down at the giant log of his prick. She began to whimper again, softly, like a little girl. But she gamely reached down and pried her cunt-lips apart. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse with excitement.
"Yes! Push it up inside me! Fill my cunt with your big ugly prick! And call me names like that! I love to be called dirty, dirty names!"
"Okay, cunt. Okay, you dirty, cock-teasing slut. I'm going to fuck you now with my big prick. I'm going to teach you what it's like to have a real man inside you. Feel it go! Feel every inch of it!"
Her cunt was gaping wide, and he slotted the fat head of his cock onto the open slice. She moaned as the massive prick-head touched her. Then she gasped as he began forcing it down between her cunt-lips and into her. The cock-head disappeared, followed by one, two, three inches of cock-shaft. Her cunt-lips stretched and folded around the thick bulk of his prick.
"Oh, my God! Oh, sweet fucking Christ!" she whimpered. Her eyes were glazing over as she stared into his face.
"Do you like it, whore? How does it feel to have a real cock inside you?" he leered.
"So big! So good! So fucking big and thick!" she groaned. She had let go of her cunt-lips and was now clutching her tits.
Four, five, six inches of cock-meat bulled into her. And he didn't pause. He held her thighs apart and stared down at her crotch, watching as inch after inch of his giant hard-on disappeared inside her pussy. Seven, eight, nine inches vanished. And still he wasn't finished. He glanced into her face. Her eyelids were droopy with pleasure. There was a strange smile on her mouth. He buried the last two inches of his monster prick up her cunt.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! So much fucking cock!" she muttered. She stared up at him with her glazed eyes. There was a look of pure adoration on her face.
"Feel good, slut? My eleven inches feel good up your cock-hungry cunt?"
"Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!" Nancy moaned. "Fuck me hard now! Fuck my brains out with that big fat cock! Split me in half with your horse-dick!"
He laughed and began easing his cock in and out of her pussy. He used short, slow strokes to start off, getting her accustomed to the huge fuck-pole. But gradually he increased his pace and fucked in deeper. Soon he was plowing the entire prick-shaft in and out of her. He drew it out till only the cock-head rested inside her cunt-lips, then he rammed it forward to the hilt. His big balls smacked against her ass-cheeks.
"Oh, my God! Oh, fuck fuck fuck!" she wheezed, as if she couldn't believe she was taking his whole prick inside her.
She really did feel stuffed. It was so much different from having Chris's cock up her cunt. She was bloated, completely clogged with prick. She wondered if she'd be able to walk after- wards. She bit her bottom lip and grinned up at him. Then she closed her eyes and groaned some more.
She'd never felt so good.
This was what she needed, a good hard fucking with a huge cock. It was what she missed with Chris. His prick was nice, but it wasn't a thick ugly fuck-machine like Craig's. And besides that, Chris was always so loving and tender. He didn't understand that once in a while she needed something a bit cruder, a bit rougher. She wanted to be fucked like a bitch in heat and to hear dirty, insulting words. This excited her.
And of course, a guy like Craig Hobbs could give that to her. He didn't love her. He probably didn't even like her very much. In fact he barely knew her. But this was what made it so exciting. Craig just wanted her for her cunt, her tits, her ass. He just wanted to fuck her like an animal. And, with him, she could act like an animal, too. And she loved it.
"Fuck me deep, you bastard! Cram your big ugly dick all the way up my cunt!" she snarled. "Fuck me till I can't stand up!"
He was doing just that, fucking his huge cock in to the balls up her cunt again and again. He was running his hands up and down her legs, feeling the dry sheer material of her white stockings. He traced his fingers over her loosened garters, and over the lacy belt along her belly. Each time he fucked his cock into her, her stomach quivered and her big tits shook.
"You're such a fucking slut. A cunt. A whore," he growled. "You just love big hard pricks, don't you?"
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes!" Nancy whimpered.
"You're a cock-teasing bitch, and you love to fuck, don't you?" he went on. "What are you doing married to a fucking wimp like Chris Benton?"
"Oh God, I don't know! Fuck, I just don't know!" she sobbed.
And for the moment, she didn't. She thought she loved Chris. And at the time of their marriage, she did. Could her feelings for him fade so fast? Or were they not that strong to start with? She had no idea. Maybe it was just the sex that she was dissatisfied with. Maybe if she had an affair with a jerk like Craig, she'd appreciate Chris all the more. She wasn't sure.
"You like cum, too?" he grunted. "You like hot, juicy spunk?"
"Yes! I fucking love it! I love to feel it spurt!" she croaked.
"You like jizz all over you? You like to feel cum spurt all over your cunt and belly and tits?"
A dirty thrill went through Nancy. Up to now she'd assumed he would shoot off inside her pussy. But now she found the notion of watch- ing him spurt his cum-load much more appealing. Chris would never let her watch his ejaculations. She'd often wanted to. She'd offered to jack him off so that she could see his cum fly. It was as if Craig knew all her secret dirty fantasies without asking.
"Yes! I want to see you spurt cum all over my belly and tits!" she hissed. "Cum all over me! Cover me with sperm! Shoot your hot jizz everywhere!"
He fucked her hard for several more minutes. He lunged his cock deep inside her cunt again and again.
But then suddenly he was withdrawing, pulling his prick from her pussy and gripping it in his hand. He held his cock up over her crotch, pumped his fist up and down on it. Then he groaned loudly.
A string of cum two feet long spurted from his prick and splattered up the center of her body. The silver jism lay in a line from her pussy hair to her left tit, where it attached itself to her stiff nipple. Another jet of jizz splashed into her navel and up over her rib cage to between her tits. It skidded through her cleavage and ended up draped over her neck. The cock-slime shone on her skin like paint.
"All over me! Yes! Cum all over my belly and tits!" she begged. She held her big tits up for him so that he could spray them.
His next cum-jet spiraled over her right tit and splattered the nipple and areola. The spunk drooled down her tit and onto her fingers. She moaned with excitement. He spurted cum onto her belly once, and then aimed his prick down and shot two or three white jets onto her pubic hair and cunt. By the time his final shot burst free, Nancy was coated with strings of gooey cum.
"I love it! I love to feel hot spunk splashing all over me!" she cooed.
And she rubbed her fingers over her slimy tits, smoothing the cum into her skin like lotion.
He squeezed his cock extra hard and milked out the last few drops of cum. They landed on her belly with little smacks.
Then he stuffed his prick back up her cunt and continued fucking her. In and out he drove his cock, as if he hadn't stopped at all. He gazed down at her spunk-streaked belly and tits in appreciation.
"Cock-teasing bitch! Hot horny slut!" he groaned.
Nancy whimpered and sobbed. Her tits started shaking all over again with the force of his fuck-thrusts. She rubbed his cum into the quivering tit-mounds, then smoothed more jizz into her brown belly.
She was about to touch her pussy-mound, to play with the cum deposited there, when a movement in the doorway caught her eye.
She turned her head slightly-and a deep flush spread over her lovely face.
Her husband Chris was standing on the threshold, his briefcase in his hand. He was staring at her with a pained expression, as if he were seeing her clearly for the very first time.
CHAPTER THREE
"It just happened, Chris. I couldn't help myself," Nancy said. "I'm sorry if I've hurt your feelings."
Chris said nothing. He sat across the kitchen table from her and stared at the wall. They were all alone now. Craig Hobbs had made himself scarce. Nancy was showered and dressed. And she was trying for the tenth time to explain the scene Chris had witnessed earlier. She wasn't having much success.
If only he'd say something, she thought. If only he'd get mad and throw things around and let out his feelings.
But he just sat there in stunned silence. He'd barely said a word since she'd seen him standing in the doorway. He hadn't gotten mad at Craig and tried to attack him or any of that. He'd just left the bedroom and come to the kitchen to sulk. It was driving Nancy out of her mind.
"I was horny as hell after this morning," she went on. "You did leave me unsatisfied, you know. Hobbs just happened to be in the right place at the right time."
Even as she said this, she blushed. It sure didn't sound too good, she realized. Chris had left her horny this morning, but he was her husband, after all. She'd only been married to him for a couple of months. And yet she'd quite casually let another man fuck her, a guy she barely knew and didn't even like. Her behavior had been pretty fucking outrageous.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" she pouted. "Don't you want to yell at me or something?"
Still, he didn't speak. He didn't even appear to be listening. But then suddenly he stood up. He strode halfway to the door, paused, and turned to look at her. When he spoke, his voice was very calm.
"I have a student coming over in a few minutes," he said. "She needs extra help and I invited her over for an hour. I'll be down in the basement. I won't want any dinner."
"And I suppose I have to sit up here alone and feel guilty," she said. "Well, I'm not going to do it. You might not want any dinner, but I do. I think I'll go out to eat. What do you think of that?"
"Do as you like," he answered.
He opened the door to the basement and went down the stairs. He didn't look back.
Nancy sat still for a while, her heart pounding. She took a couple of deep breaths, then stood up and strode around the room. Finally, she took her coat from the hall closet and left the house. She was determined not to stay there as long as he was in one of his silent moods. She opened the car door, but paused as she saw a pretty teenaged girl enter the driveway.
It was Ginny Morgan, one of her husband's sexiest students.
"Hi, Mrs. Benton," chirped the teenager. "Is your husband home? He's supposed to help me out with some stuff."
"He's down in the basement. He's expecting you," Nancy said. "I just hope he's more talkative with you than he is with me."
She climbed into the car and slammed the door. Then she squealed out of the driveway and on up the avenue.
Ginny stared after her a moment and then made her way to the house. The teenager smiled slyly to herself. Mr. and Mrs. Benton weren't on the best of terms today, it appeared. And that was fine with her. She'd been wanting to get Chris Benton alone for weeks. She thought he was one of the most interesting teachers she'd ever had.
Not that she liked his subject that much, of course. All school courses were boring as far as she was concerned. And it wasn't that he was all that good-looking or sexy or anything. But she considered Chris Benton a challenge.
He was one of the few men she'd ever met, teachers included, who didn't seem at all interested in her sexually. And this was intriguing for Ginny.
She drove most men and boys out of their minds, she knew. They took one look at her face, her ass, her thirty-seven-inch tits, and they started to drool. But Chris Benton didn't. He'd barely paid her any attention at all, in all the weeks he'd been teaching at the school. He was obviously deeply in love with his wife, and didn't need to look at other women. But this didn't stop Ginny from wanting to try something with him.
She tapped at the rear door that led directly into the basement. Chris let her in with a weak smile. From the look of him, Ginny thought, the argument with Mrs. Benton had been pretty serious. He didn't seem like the same guy she'd seen in school only an hour or so earlier.
"Is everything okay between you and Mrs. Benton?" she cooed slyly. "On the way out, she seemed kind of upset."
"Everything's fine," Chris lied. "Sit down, Ginny. We have a lot of work to get through. We shouldn't waste time."
One corner of the basement was set up like a study. There was a desk, and several chairs, and the walls were lined with bookshelves. Chris went to sit behind the desk, and he waved Ginny toward one of the chairs in front of it. But she didn't sit down. She was eyeing him coolly. She put her books on the corner of his desk and stood there with her hands on her hips.
"You don't seem to be in the mood for work," she purred. "You seem real upset. Maybe I could help to cheer you up."
"I'm fine, Ginny. I don't need cheering up. Will you please sit down and concentrate? Your grades really are pretty bad."
Ginny stood there without moving for another few seconds. Then she seemed to reach some kind of decision. Very slowly, she crossed her arms in front of her and took hold of her sweater. Then she drew it up over her head and threw it over a chair.
She was wearing no bra, and Chris found himself gazing at her lovely naked tits. They were almost as big as Nancy's, he noticed. But the areolas were much wider. The pink circles were nearly three inches in diameter.
"Ginny, my God! What are you doing?" he gasped. "Stop this right now! Put your sweater back on."
"Relax, Mr. Benton. Don't you think my tits are pretty? Wouldn't you like to squeeze them, to suck them?"
She cupped her naked tits in her hands and held them up for his inspection. Chris gazed at them without speaking. He stood up suddenly, came around in front of the desk as if to stop her from going any further. But when he was a foot from her, he stopped. He didn't know what to do, what to say. She held her bare tits up and out for him, inviting him to touch them.
"Go ahead and squeeze them, Mr. Benton. I know you want to," she went on. "You can play with them all you like. And you can kiss them if you want."
Chris didn't move. He stood there helplessly, his heart pounding. He watched as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Then she was sliding her white panties down her legs and tossing them aside. She was absolutely naked. Her pussy hair fluffed out between her legs in a dark triangle. She smiled at him and took a step closer. Her tits were almost grazing his chest.
"Go ahead, Mr. Benton. I know you want to," she grinned. "Feel my tits. Squeeze them. Play with them."
He still didn't move.
She reached for his hands and placed them directly over her big tits. He made a half-hearted attempt to pull his hands away, but she held them hard on her tits, pressing them into the lush tit-mounds. He groaned loudly, as if he couldn't really believe that this was happening.
"Ginny, please get dressed," he croaked. "This is crazy. This has got to stop before it goes any further."
But he didn't pull his hands from her tits now, even when she let them go and stroked her fingers down his chest. Her tits were full and heavy in his palms. Except for the huge areolas, they were just like Nancy's tits. He recalled how his wife's tits had heaved as Craig Hobbs fucked her. He remembered how the white cum had rolled down them like icing on a cake.
At any other time, this whole scene would have been out of the question, he realized. He had no interest in any other woman than his wife. He certainly never lusted after brainless teenagers with big tits. But something had changed in the last few hours. He'd caught his wife fucking another man. And somehow it made sense that he was squeezing the naked tits of a silly young girl.
"That's it. Squeeze them. Play with them," Ginny sobbed.
His fingers had indeed begun to move on her tits. He was kneading them gently, like mounds of dough.
Her hands had stroked all the way down over his belly. And now she was touching the mound of his cock and balls through his slacks. She slid her fingers up and down, tracing the outline of his prick. She squeezed it harshly, testing how big it was. She grinned up at him like a mischievous child.
"Isn't this better than silly old studying?" she cooed. "Isn't this a lot more fun?"
He grunted, fondling her tits some more. Her nipples were stiffening under his fingers. He glanced down as she began to unbuckle his belt. A flash of guilt went through him. If he wanted to stop this, now was the time. He could force her to get dressed, throw her out of the house. But then he'd be left all alone to brood some more, to go over and over in his head the scene he'd witnessed between Craig Hobbs and his wife. He didn't resist.
Ginny opened up his pants and eased them down his legs. His shorts were bulging. Obviously his cock was swelling inside them. She worked her fingers over the bulk of his prick without removing his briefs. But then she let go and began unbuttoning the front of his shirt.
"Would you like me to suck you off?" she asked quietly. "Would you like me to use my mouth all over your cock and balls? I bet I could drive you crazy without even using my hands."
Chris tensed. Oral sex was something that had never really interested him. In a way, he considered it lewd and dirty. But then Ginny was stirring up feelings in him that he'd never experienced before. And they weren't exactly unpleasant. What the hell, he thought. If the kid wanted to use her mouth on him, let her go ahead. Maybe he could learn to like it.
She had his shirt open all the way. And suddenly she removed his hands from her tits and pressed them into his chest. Her hard nipples scraped against his skin. She kissed him quickly on the mouth, then began licking her way down his body. She ran her tongue over his chest as if she'd done this many times before.
Her nipples scraped down his belly, then over his thighs as she sank lower. She stuck her tongue in his navel and then traced it through the hair on his lower belly. Soon she was on her knees on the carpet, and she was pressing her face against his bulging shorts. She began to kiss the hardening shaft of his cock through the cotton material.
"You're getting hard. I can feel your cock stiffening."
She grinned up at him, then she pressed her lips onto the bulge of his prick again.
Chris stared down at her in amazement. Where did young girls learn about all this stuff? he wondered. When he was Ginny's age, he'd only just gotten his first kiss. And here she was on her knees, slobbering at his cock through his shorts. She seemed to have no shame. She acted as if this kind of behavior was the most natural thing in the world.
"I want to suck your cock so bad," she said. "I've wanted to use my mouth on you for so long."
She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts and gently pulled down. She backed off a little to watch his cock come into view.
But his cock was caught under the elastic waistband, and she was bending it down as she drew his shorts lower. She could see most of his pubic hair, and then the base of the thickening cock itself. Her fingers tugged his shorts out farther.
Suddenly his stiff prick snapped free. It bounced upwards and then swayed about in the air in front of Ginny's face. His cock was about eight inches long, and fairly thick. And it was not fully hard yet. When his prick stopped swaying, it pointed down at her left tit.
"What a nice cock. I really like it," she muttered, shoving his shorts down around his ankles. "Why don't you sit on the edge of your desk and spread your legs wide for me?"
It sounded as though she were the teacher, and not him. And of course, when it came to sex, she was. He was sure that she'd had much more experience, many more partners than he had. And cock-sucking appeared to be one of her major interests.
"I'm going to lick your balls, and then your cock, okay?" she smiled, as if she had to explain things to him in advance. "I'm going to get you so hard your head will spin."
Chris moaned. He eased his ass back onto the edge of the desk and split his legs as wide apart as he could.
She shuffled forward on her knees, till she was squatting between his thighs. She ran her hands up his legs and grinned up at him. She made no move to grab his cock. Her red mouth was half open, and her tongue flicked about between her lips.
Her head moved forward, and with her cheek she nudged his prick to one side. Her face tilted, and suddenly her tongue was out and she was scraping the tip around and around on one of his balls. She moved lower, scooped her tongue under the ball and hefted it. It rolled about in front of her mouth and bumped against her lips.
She was still smiling, and making soft humming sounds the whole time. Her lips were pouting over his ball without quite letting it roll into her mouth. Her lipstick smeared off onto the leathery pouch. Then suddenly she let it bob free and shifted over to the other ball. She licked this in the same way, around and around and then underneath. But this time, she did let the swollen ball roll into her mouth.
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, as if it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. "Mmmmm! Mmmfff!"
She sucked on his ball, bathing it in the moisture of her mouth and curling her tongue around it. She drew it up and out slightly, stretching the skin of his ball-sac. And the whole time, she kept her eyes locked on his face, watching his reaction. His cock lengthened and thickened.
"Mmmmm! Mmmfff!" she groaned.
Chris felt like his ball was melting. Her mouth was basting it, making it ache. Her tongue tickled it and her lips teased the skin of his ball-sac. He gazed down into her pretty face, amazed that a young girl could do such things with her mouth. She was still watching him, even while her face turned this way and that.
"Do you like it?" she gasped finally, letting his ball slop from between her lips. "Do you like having me suck your balls?"
"Ginny, you're amazing! Where did you learn to do stuff like this?"
"With boys, silly. I've had lots of practice. You ready for me to lick your prick now?"
Without waiting for an answer, she began slurping her tongue up over the solid base of his prick. It lay over his belly still, and she traced her tongue up the underside of it, along the ragged seam that ran from his balls to the cock-head. He shuddered as he felt her tongue-tip doing its stuff. His poor cock shifted from side to side and began to tingle.
"Fuck, I love licking cock," she moaned. "I love using my mouth all over a guy's cock and balls."
She still didn't touch his prick with her hands. She stuck out her tongue and began scraping it up the entire length of his prick, covering his balls, the cock-shaft, and the cock-head. It quickly grew to its full size now, and it tilted up off his belly and throbbed in front of her face. She stared at his cock and smiled proudly.
"I love sucking cock. Sometimes I think I love it even more than fucking." She grinned. "There's something about a big hard prick in your mouth that feels so great!"
His cock was propped up against her chin, and she tilted her head down and folded her red lips over the head of the cock-shaft. The shiny dome was half in and half out of her mouth, and she slurped her lips up and down on it. She still stared up at him with her teasing eyes. Her mouth made lewd wet sounds on his prick.
He was amazed at how good it felt. Her mouth was so soft and wet and gentle. She eased her lips down, till they were below the flange of his cock-head. Her tongue wrapped around and around the mushroom-shaped tip and then poked at his piss-slit. Then she sank lower on the cock-shaft. Her face angled down and she took two inches of solid cock-meat between her lips.
"You're really something, Ginny," he croaked, gazing down at her. "You're one very special young woman."
"I'm a slut, you mean," she grinned, pulling her mouth off his cock for a moment.
"No, that's not what I mean at all," he protested.
But deep down, he wondered. Maybe he did mean that she was a slut. He thought of his wife, and how much she'd wanted him to call her this particular name.
"It's okay," said Ginny. "I know I'm a slut. I know I'm a real easy lay. But I like it like that. I love sex. I love fucking and sucking cock. I'm the first to admit it."
She dipped her head back down into his crotch and sucked over half of his prick into her mouth. Then she started bobbing her face up and down, sliding her lips along the length of his hard-on. She made little humming sounds in her throat again. And for the first time, she brought up her hand and curled her fingers around the base of the cock-shaft. She propped his prick upright while she drove her mouth up and down on it.
His balls were growing numb. He wouldn't be able to take much of this, he knew. It wasn't like fucking. In a way, it was much more exciting. And the hot teenager was going to have him spurting his jizz in no time at all.
He thought briefly of Nancy, and how he'd caught her fucking Craig Hobbs not so long ago. If he felt guilty over letting Ginny suck him off, it wasn't going to last long.
Ginny bobbed up and down on his cock, drawing it deeper and deeper into her mouth on every stroke. Her lips and tongue slid expertly along his cock-lance, with just the right amount of pressure. Her fingers, curled around the base of the prick-shaft, pumped up and down as well. Her cheeks swelled out and then hollowed on his bloated fuck-pole.
"Ginny, sweetheart, I think I'm going to cum!" he groaned. "I can't hold back. Your mouth is just too good."
"Do you want to cum in my mouth, or all over my face?" she asked, drawing her mouth away yet again. Her fist kept up a steady pumping on the base of his cock.
"I don't know. My God. I've never done this before."
"How about a bit of both?" she grinned. And she sank her mouth back down onto his steaming prick.
He sat tensely on the edge of the desk, his eyes glued to her sucking, snorting face. And the heaviness in his balls increased.
She was speeding up her movements. Her head was flying up and down with short, quick jerks.
He groaned loudly as his cock began to tremble in her mouth.
"Cumming, sweetheart! Cumming in your sweet sucking mouth!" he howled. He jerked his ass up off the desk.
Ginny's head snapped back as if she'd been struck. Her fist rode higher on his cock and she just kept the bloated cock-head in her mouth. A giant wad of spunk had shot off between her lips. It bounced off the roof of her mouth and squished between her teeth like hot glue. It was quickly followed by a second jet, and her cheeks ballooned out grossly, full of jizz.
"Cumming in your mouth! Spurting in your hot sucking mouth!" Chris raved, as if he didn't believe it was really happening.
But if he needed any evidence, there it was right in front of him. Two thick strings of silver cum were overflowing Ginny's lips. Cum drooled down her chin and then dangled off her jaw like elastic. They stretched into ropes nearly two feet long before snapping across her nipples.
Then she was rearing back her head, opening her mouth and letting his cock tilt free. She held his prick in her fist, propped up against her chin. And she squeezed and pumped on it steadily. Her open mouth drooled more and more cum. The silver slime poured down her chin and off her face in obscene strands.
A long jet of jism shot up the left side of her lovely face. It crossed her eye, and made her wince. It soared across her forehead and got caught in a wave of hair. Her eyelashes dripped cum onto her cheek. One fat pearl of cum stayed hooked to her eye like a gross silver tear.
Another cum-jet spiraled up over the bridge of her nose and over her right eyebrow. Yet another hit her in her right eye and sealed it shut. The last major blast of cum hooked over her nose and hung there like a piece of white ribbon. It dribbled and drooled down on either side of her nose and on past her mouth. It joined the other string of cum pouring off her jaw.
"All over your face! Cum in your mouth and all over your pretty face!" Chris groaned.
Ginny just grinned up at him, her face awash with his cock-cream.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a rough week for Nancy. She was worried about the future of her marriage, and so she couldn't really concentrate on her teaching. She fell behind in her marking of papers and couldn't get caught up, no matter how hard she tried. Several students started to act up. A couple of her classes damn near fell apart. Friday couldn't come around soon enough for her.
Chris was talking to her again. In fact, he started to be civil toward her after that first awful day of discovery. But for some reason, he wouldn't sleep with her. In fact he'd set up the spare bed in the basement and he slept alone down there. He wouldn't fuck her. He wouldn't even touch her.
The lack of sex was also taking its toll on her.
She tried to discuss the matter with him. She wanted them both to get their feelings out in the open. But he refused to talk about it. He was polite to her. He would discuss other matters. But for the moment, their sex life was a taboo subject. He wasn't ready to deal with it yet, he said.
Nancy thought of going directly to Craig Hobbs with her problem. Not only did she want to talk over what had happened with someone, she also needed to be fucked.
But Craig was avoiding her. He'd been pretty shocked when they'd been discovered fucking together. He seemed to find it more embarrassing than she did. And now whenever he caught sight of her in the hall, he looked the other way. She was sure he was avoiding Chris, as well. He didn't want any more to do with either of them.
She plowed through the week as well as she could, falling more and more behind in her work. And by Friday afternoon she was practically a basket-case. She was tense. She was on edge. And she was horny as hell. She needed a man. She needed a cock. Only a good fuck-session would relieve her tensions, she was convinced.
With her heart pounding, she went down to Craig Hobbs' classroom after school was over for the day.
"I know what you're going to say. You don't want to see me. You don't want to talk to me," she said, closing the door behind her. "All I want is fifteen minutes of your time."
Craig was alone in the room, sitting behind his desk. And the look he gave her as she approached him was not exactly welcoming. But Nancy was determined. She strode up and stood beside him. He put down his marking pen and looked up at her with a pained expression.
"I know you must think I'm a trouble-maker and a cock-teasing bitch to boot, but I need to see you," she went on. "I've had a hell of a week, and I need to talk to someone."
"Just talk?" he said sarcastically.
"As a matter of fact, no. I'd like you to fuck me, too. But a little talk sure would help, for starters."
He sat back in his seat and stared up at her. She might have had a rough week, but she still looked terrific, he thought. Her face was flushed and excited. Her eyes were bright, her mouth was red and wet. Her big tits heaved up and down heavily.
Obviously, it was humiliating for her to come here and talk to him today. But she'd done it, and he admired her for it.
"It was my fault as much as yours, the other day," he admitted. "I've been wanting to fuck you for weeks-I can't deny it. But look, it's going to be more trouble than it's worth, for both of us. Your asshole husband found us together. He caught us fucking. And we all have to work in the same school, don't we?"
"But what harm can it do if we fuck again?" she said. "He already knows all about us. He's already condemned me to the point where he won't even touch me, at least for the time being. Seems to me we have an ideal set-up-if we want to take advantage of it."
"He really won't touch you?"
"Not so much as a hand on my tit. I don't suppose it will last, but for the time being, it makes my life very frustrating. I need cock regularly, as I'm sure you realize."
"I'd like to help you out, I really would," he said. "But like I said, I think it would be more trouble than it's worth."
"Oh yeah? And do you think you're going to be able to resist these for long?" Nancy sneered.
Quickly, she unbuttoned the front of her blouse. She peeled it open, and let him see her big tits straining over the top of her quarter-cup bra. The areolas were swollen. The nipples were stiff. And her near-naked tits quivered in their ridiculous harness.
A thrill went through his cock as he looked at her, but he didn't move. He sat there in front of her quite passively.
"That's some fucking bra," he commented. "It doesn't cover much, does it now?"
"Wait till you see the rest of me."
Nancy leered at him as she unzipped her skirt and stepped from it quickly.
She was wearing a lacy red garter belt and matching red stockings. She wore no panties, and the blonde bush of her pussy bristled out between the taut strips of her red garters. She looked incredibly erotic, like a stacked young model who had just stepped from the pages of some magazine.
Her appearance was all the more arousing because they were in a deserted school classroom, with the sun streaming in through the windows.
"Fuck, you're a sight!" he gasped. "That husband of yours must have balls of stone."
"And you say you don't want any part of this?"
She grinned, then she reached down and peeled the lips of her cunt apart. The bright-pink skin of her inner pussy winked at him.
He still seemed to be making some kind of effort to resist her. He sat quite still in his chair and glanced nervously toward the door. Nancy came closer to him, swiveled his chair so that he was facing her. She leaned over him and wiggled her big tits in his face. It was as if they weren't harnessed in a bra at all. Her tits oozed over the quarter-cups like overflowing dough. A hard nipple scraped his cheek and brushed by his mouth.
"Just try and resist me, jerk-off," she hissed in his ear. "Just see how long you can stay soft."
Her fingers were working at his belt, and soon she had his pants open and his fly all the way down. She hauled out his shorts and stretched them underneath his cock and balls. Then she took his limp prick in her fist and began shucking it up and down. His cock began to grow almost at once. She felt it stiffening and lengthening in her hand.
"I love your cock," she muttered. "It's one of the biggest and ugliest cocks I've ever seen. And one day soon I'm going to suck it and lick it till your balls burst. But today we don't have time."
Her fist jerked up and down in his lap, cranking his cock higher and higher. It soared up six, seven, eight inches from his crotch. Her fingers were applying just the right amount of pressure. She forced her big tits into his face, mashing them onto his cheeks. With her free hand, she shoved one of her nipples toward his mouth.
"Suck it. Suck my nipple," she groaned. "Lick my tits. Use your mouth all over them."
"This is fucking crazy!" he mumbled. "What if someone comes in? What if we get caught? We'll lose our goddamned jobs."
"Shut up and suck!" Nancy growled. And she crammed the entire end of her tit between his lips.
He began to suck her tit gamely.
He might be protesting, but he was just as turned on as she was by the crazy situation. She knew this for sure. He could easily have forced her to stop. He could have grabbed her and manhandled her out the door. But of course, he didn't. The size of his cock was proof of how excited he was. It jutted up eight, nine, ten inches, and was still growing.
"I'm going to sit on your big prick. I'm going to stuff your big ugly hard-on all the way up my cunt," she moaned, her voice husky. "Think you're man enough to give me a good workout?"
He didn't answer. His mouth was full of tit-meat. He was sucking on her stiff nipple as if his life depended on it. And he went right on chewing as she crouched over him, raised one leg, and straddled his thighs. She had stopped jerking on his cock and was now holding it upright in her fist. She nudged the head of his prick against the gaping wet lips of her cunt.
"I'm wet already. I've been so fucking wet all day," she gasped. "Fuck, I need a cock inside me so bad!"
She squirmed about a little, letting the head of his cock ease between her cunt-lips. But then she sank down on top of him with all her weight, and his hard-on bulled its way inside her pussy. She groaned loudly as she lowered herself. The wet sheath of her cunt slid easily all the way down his prick. A long sigh of satisfaction escaped her lips as she settled onto his lap. His huge fucker was stuffed up inside her to the balls.
"So good! It feels so fucking good inside me!" she whimpered. "I love cock so much!
Oh, fuck!"
She began bouncing up and down, and Craig was forced to spit out her nipple. His hands circled her tiny waist and he held her tenderly as she fucked up and down. Her big tits heaved and rolled. They looked totally obscene in their silly quarter-cup bra. He glanced up into her face and was surprised at the expression there.
It was almost a look of discomfort, though he knew it was just the opposite. Her mouth had peeled back off her teeth and she was almost snarling. Her hands had clamped onto his shoulders now and she was fucking up and down with rapid movements.
There was a desperation about her, as if she needed this fuck more than she could ever say.
His cock was fully erect. She had all eleven inches fucking inside her cunt. But he wasn't hurting her, he knew. She was loving every rock-hard inch. She began to make loud whimpering sounds in her throat. For a while, he was scared she'd scream out her pleasure. But she bit her bottom lip and just kept on whimpering. "It's going so fucking deep! I can feel your big ugly cock way up under my belly somewhere!" she croaked. "Fuck, it feels great! I love your cock so much, you dirty bastard!"
"I'm glad you like it so much, you horny little slut," he growled. "It takes a real cock-loving cunt to take all my eleven inches!"
Up and down she bounced, her tits jiggling. Her whimpers grew louder, till once again he was scared she'd scream out loud. He glanced at the door nervously. He wished she'd cum, but she seemed intent on making this crazy fuck-session last for a while.
Finally, he decided he had to do something, anything, to distract her. The last thing he wanted was her screaming so loud that her voice would echo down the school hallways.
He gripped her tightly around her waist, and while she was still bouncing up and down on him, he rose up from his chair. She groaned in protest but he ignored her. He held her in front of him, staggered upright, then forced her over onto her back on the desk top. He fell on top of her, and his cock seemed to stab even deeper into her wet, sucking pussy.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, sweet fucking Christ!" she howled.
Again, he glanced at the door. But then he began fucking her hard, driving his cock to the hilt inside her cunt again and again. He had to finish her off. He had to make her cum. Or else she'd have the place resounding with her screams. He watched her tits jiggle as he fucked his cock into her.
"Keep it down, you crazy bitch!" he grunted. "You want us both to get fired? We're not in your bedroom now, you know."
Nancy stared up at him. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, but she seemed to understand what he was saying. She still gasped and whimpered, but more softly. When she spoke, she hissed the words out.
"Just fuck me! Cram your big ugly hard-on deep inside me!" she urged. "I want to be fucked hard and deep! I want to be fucked till I can't stand up!"
His cock knifed in and out of her pussy. He angled it this way and that, cranking her cunt-hole wide. He forced her legs up, bending her knees. He loved the feel of her sheer stockings against his skin. He traced his fingers over the taut elastic of her garters as they curved under the cheeks of her ass.
He ran his hands all the way back down her legs, along her garters and over the bare skin at the tops of her thighs, then over her sheer stockings again. Finally, he was clutching at her ankles, and he raised them up, unbending her knees and straightening her legs. He watched his thick hard-on sliding back and forth between her cunt-lips for a moment, then folded one of her legs back onto the desk while still holding one leg up in the air.
"I'm going to fuck you doggie-style for a while, bitch," he announced. "I want you to stick your ass out toward me and take every inch of my hard-on. I'm going to plow you real deep."
Nancy moaned but didn't say anything for the moment. She let him twist her over, till she was on her side, then farther, till she was on her belly. He stopped stroking, but his cock was still embedded in her cunt. He pulled her back toward him, till her legs folded down over the edge of the desk. Her feet touched the floor, and then she was standing against the desk with her legs spread wide.
He began fucking her again.
Her ass was tilted out toward him. Her tits were mashed hard onto the top of the desk. She gave off a little gasp each time he rammed his hard-on into her pussy. But for the time being, there seemed no danger of her screaming. Her fingers reached out to clutch the far edge of the desk. Her knuckles were white with tension.
"How does this feel, bitch? You like to get your cunt stuffed this way?"
"Just fuck me, jerk-off! Just fuck me hard and deep with your big ugly hard-on!" Nancy gasped.
She could feel her climax beginning. It was building somewhere deep inside her. She braced herself against the desk, split her legs as wide apart as they would go. Her tits scraped over the books and papers scattered beneath her. Her nipples felt like they were burning.
"You're such a hot fucking bitch! I don't believe how hot and horny you are," he grunted. "I don't think one man is ever going to be enough for you."
Nancy moaned. He could be right. After the events of the last few days, it was certainly hard for her to imagine being satisfied with Chris, and sex within marriage. She seemed to need more than that arrangement had to offer.
But right now, she didn't want to think about all that. All that mattered was that big ugly prick fucking her cunt, and the sweet warm feelings in her belly and between her legs.
"Fuck me, jerk-off! Fuck me hard and deep!" she repeated. "Fill me full of hard thick cock!"
He drove his fucker in and out of her pussy with deep, steady strokes. And his hands scraped up and down over her thighs, feeling the dry material of her stockings. Again his fingers traced up over the taut straps of her elastic garters, and along the lacy red belt stretched across her lower back. Then he was feeling her ass, digging his fingers into the taut flesh of her ass-cheeks harshly.
"Next time, I think I'll fuck you up the ass," he growled. "I'll get you in a big warm bed, and spread your buns wide, and shove my hard-on up your tight little asshole. Would you like that? You ever had eleven inches of rock-hard cock up your tight little ass?"
Nancy moaned out loud. What a thought. Eleven inches of hard prick up her asshole. The idea was outrageous. But it was also exciting as hell. And she knew she'd let him do it, if that was what he wanted. She was willing to try anything, lately, when it came to sex.
"I think I'd fucking love that," she panted, her voice breaking each time he fucked into her cunt. "But first, I'd want to suck your cock, like I said before. I'd want to get as much of that big prick into my mouth as I could!"
The sweet feelings in her cunt were getting stronger. All this dirty talk about ass-fucking and cock-sucking was pushing her close to the edge. She heaved forward across the desk, her tits mashed beneath her. Her fingers clawed at the edge of the desk.
"I'm going to cum, you bastard! I'm going to cum with your big ugly cock inside me!" she raved. "Cram it deep! Split me in half with that gross fucking horse-cock!"
He fucked in and out of her, slicing her cunt wide. And after another few seconds, she began to quiver under him. Her pretty ass-cheeks trembled. Her head whipped from side to side. She made choking, gasping sounds deep in her throat.
"Cumming! Oh, fuck! I'm cumming!" she howled. "Cock-sucker! Ram me with your bull-cock! Slam-bang me with your big hard Prick!"
He was glad she was gasping and not screaming. He fucked her hard, drilling his cock to the balls again and again. His hands still clawed at her ass-cheeks. Once or twice, he grabbed at the rear strap of her garter belt and snapped it down on her back. His balls swung to and fro, and he knew it was only a matter of seconds till he shot off himself.
"Cum inside me! Spurt your hot cum up my cunt!" she wailed, as if reading his mind. "I want to feel it inside me! I want to feel your hot spunk drenching my insides!"
She shook and shivered beneath him, cumming long and hard.
And suddenly, he too was shuddering. His balls began to tingle, and he felt himself lose control. A giant wad of cum splattered deep up her cunt. It gushed heavily inside her. When he withdrew his prick, it was glistening with cum. Loops of silver jism dangled from the cock-shaft.
"Oh, fuck! I feel it, you bastard! I feel your hot cum spurting inside me!" she raved. "Shoot me full of it! Splatter my pussy with hot jizz!"
He fired off another knot of cum inside her. And another.
And then, for some reason, he wanted to see his own cum fly, just as he had the other day with her. He withdrew his prick, slotted it into the crack of her ass and humped back and forth. A long string of cock-cream shot off over her back, splattering between her shoulder blades and soiling the strap of her silly bra.
"Inside me, fuck-head! Cum inside me!" she wailed.
But it was too late. He was sawing his cumgushing fucker back and forth in the furrow between her ass-cheeks. Another long streamer of cum fired off across her back and got caught in her hair. Two shorter jets of jism followed, landing in the deep hollow in the small of her back.
And then he was finished. Just the dregs of his cum-load seeped from the tip of his cock and dribbled into the hollow of her back.
"It's all over, bitch! The fucking is all over for another day!" he panted, watching his cock wilt in the crack between her ass-cheeks. "If you want anymore, you'll have to get it from your asshole husband."
Nancy laughed bitterly. She reached behind her, swept her fingers through the cum pooled across her back. She began to spread the fuck-slime around. And her body still twitched from her own climax.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ginny Morgan opened the door before Chris had a chance to ring the bell. She stood there for a moment, grinning at him, enjoying the look on his face as he gazed at her. Then she invited him in, closed the door behind him, and took his coat. He seemed very nervous, and she touched his arm, trying to reassure him.
"It's okay. My parents really are away for the weekend," she said. "We have the house completely to ourselves."
"Are you sure? What if they come back unexpectedly? What if they forgot something?"
"Don't be silly. Relax. We're going to have a really great afternoon. I see you brought your camera."
"I still don't like the idea," he said. "What if the photographs fell into the wrong hands? I really don't understand why you want a bunch of dirty pictures of yourself."
"I told you. It's something I've always wanted to try. I want to look just like those sluts you see in the men's magazines. Only sexier. Dirtier. I want the shots to be really gross."
He stared at her a while without saying anything. And for the hundredth time, he wondered where a girl her age got such ideas. All she seemed to think about was sex. And the dirtier, the kinkier the notion, the better she seemed to like it. It was difficult keeping up with her.
He really did feel out of his depth with her, though he was much older.
"Did you tell your wife where you were going and what you were up to?" she teased, her eyes flashing.
"Don't be a little bitch," he said. "Where do we start? You want the pictures taken in the living room?"
She shook her head and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.
As she climbed the steps ahead of him, she wiggled her ass from side to side. He felt his cock flex as he gazed at her figure. It really was amazing for a girl her age. So well developed. All the curves so lush. He knew there was an excellent chance that he'd fuck her before the day was over, but he didn't want to think about that yet. He just wanted to be with her, for now. Anything to keep his mind off his troubles at home.
"You really want to be dressed like that?" he asked, following her into her room. "Don't you look . . . well, a bit young?"
She wore a navy-blue skirt with a crisp white blouse and white knee socks. Her hair was done up in pigtails on either side of her head. The only thing adult about her was her make-up. She had on way too much bright-red lipstick, and her eyes were surrounded by inky black shadow.
"I want to look young," she pouted. "I want to look so young it'll melt your balls. Why don't you take some shots of me sitting on the foot of the bed?"
The navy-blue skirt was outrageously short, and as she perched on the bed it rode up her thighs nearly to her crotch. Her legs were slender and brown, and they formed a nice contrast with her white knee socks and dark skirt. He knelt down and peeled the cap off his camera. He focused and took a couple of quick shots of her smiling at him.
"I tried getting a couple of boyfriends to do this with me," she said, placing her hands on her knees and smiling coyly for the camera. "But they always got too excited and fucked me before we could get anywhere. I figure you'll have much more control."
"Oh, sure," he groaned.
He stared at her through the camera and tried to concentrate on what he was doing.
She spread her legs wide and pulled her skirt up a little. It didn't take much, and soon her white panties were visible. He clicked the camera some more and waited. She brought her legs up under her on the bed, then knelt up and bent over. She drew the skirt up over her ass, and again her white panties were on view. She gazed teasingly back over her shoulder into the camera.
"You certainly seem to know what you want," he said. "It looks to me like you've been practicing for this."
"I've studied the girls in the dirty magazines," she grinned. "I know I should have been studying school work instead, but to tell you the truth, I find this much more interesting."
Suddenly she knelt up on the bed. And now she was opening up her white blouse, one button at a time. The bulges of her tits came into view, and every few seconds he took a photograph. There was no bra harnessing her tits, and when she peeled the blouse open, both big tits swayed into the open. His camera clicked.
"I love showing myself off," she whispered. "I love teasing men with my tits and ass and cunt. It's great to know you can make men hard and horny to fuck you."
She slipped the blouse off her shoulders and held it wrapped around herself for a moment. Her arms were folded across her chest, and her big tits bulged over them. Again, he noticed how huge her areolas were. They were the biggest he'd ever seen. He took several shots of her in this position and then waited as she peeled the blouse off altogether and tossed it aside.
His cock was stirring in his pants. He was trying to stay cool and concentrate on the photographs, but it was impossible. She was just such an exciting little bitch. And now here she was kneeling on the bed with her big tits on view for him. She pressed her tits together and forced them out in front of her. Then she cupped them and heaved them upwards, offering them to the camera.
"I get so hot, doing stuff like this," she went on. "It really turns me on to know how much men want to fuck me and do all kinds of dirty stuff to me. Do you know what I mean?"
"Mmmmm," Chris moaned.
He came closer to the bed and placed one knee on its edge. He adjusted the focus of his camera.
She lay back on the bed, letting her tits shift and settle on her chest. She raised one leg into the air and her short skirt folded up. Again, the twin globes of her ass were clearly visible inside her sheer white panties.
His cock grew longer inside his pants. It was angling uncomfortably down his thigh.
Her fingers worked at a zipper on her skirt, and she drew the garment along her legs and off altogether. Then she was kneeling up again, dressed in nothing but her white knee socks and her panties. Her hands smoothed over her brown belly and she gripped the panties where they curved over her hips. But she didn't try to push them down.
Instead, she drew the sheer material in over her crotch, forming a lacy rope in front of her cunt. She tugged gently, and the narrow rope eased inside her cunt-lips. He could see the pulpy lips of her pussy folding over the material, like a mouth closing. The narrow strip of panty was inside her cunt, pressing tight against the bud of her clit.
"Take some shots of my cunt like this!" she gasped. "I hope it looks as sexy as it feels."
He did as she asked, bending down and leaning in quite close to take the pictures. Then suddenly he noticed something odd about her cunt-lips. For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes. His cock quivered and swelled against his thigh.
"You've shaved off your cunt hair! You don't have any pubes!" he gasped.
"Yeah," she giggled. "Isn't it wild? I decided to do it for these pictures. It'll make them extra unusual, don't you think?"
"I'll say!" he wheezed. "You're a very strange girl, Ginny."
She eased her panties from the crack of her cunt, and he saw that the sheer white material was soggy and wet. Quickly, she folded the panties down, till they were stretched like a rope across her thighs. And now he could take shots of her pussy in all its bare glory. There was a small pale triangle of skin where her cunt hair used to be. Below, her cunt-lips were already splitting open. Ragged pink pussy-folds were poking free.
"Get in real close. I want some real hot close-ups of my shaved pussy," she said.
She shoved her panties lower, till they were stretched just above her knees. Her fingers reached down and gripped the puffy outer lips of her cunt. And suddenly she was peeling them apart, cranking them wide for him and showing him all the shiny pink skin inside her pussy. He could see the ragged pink mouth of her cunt-hole, and the bud of her erect clit under its hood of shiny flesh. A droplet of clear slime seeped from somewhere deep inside her pussy and soaked all the lush cunt-folds.
"Does it look pretty? Does it get you excited, my hot wet cunt?" she muttered. Her fingers crept farther, peeling her cunt-lips back even more. Her fuck-hole stretched into an oval with ragged lips.
"It's beautiful, just beautiful," he sighed. And he meant it.
It had never occurred to him before that a girl's cunt could be so beautiful. He'd never taken the time or trouble to study one up close before, not even his own wife's. But Ginny's pussy really was lovely. It was fresh and clean and bright and pink.
Chris had a sudden urge to sink his mouth down onto her cunt and kiss it, though he didn't. This was the first time he'd even felt such an urge.
Ginny was suddenly on her back on the bed. She had her legs up in the air, and she was drawing her soiled panties off altogether. She cranked her legs wide apart, and her cunt split open like a pink gash. Then she reached under her pillow and pulled something into the open. It was a huge black dildo, maybe a foot long. It had a gross cock-head on it, like the tip of a club of some kind.
"I want you to photograph me playing with myself," she moaned. "Okay? I want you to take shots of me while I shove this fake cock up my cunt."
A strange feeling went through Chris. This was what his wife had been doing that morning not so long ago. She'd been ramming a dildo up her cunt, because he wasn't ready to fuck her, himself. Because he wasn't giving her what she wanted. Then, he'd found the practice disgusting. Now, he wasn't so sure. He wanted to watch Ginny shove the great ugly thing inside her pussy. He wanted to photograph her. He found the idea incredibly erotic and exciting.
She began to moan. She had planted the gross head of the dildo against her cunt and she was pressing it forward, forcing the lips of her cunt apart. The shaved cunt-lips warped out of shape around the fat black head of the thing. They were stretching lewdly. Her pussy-juice soaked the plastic and made it shine.
"It's too big for you," Chris said. "You'll never get that thing inside you. Forget it."
"I'll do it. It feels so fucking good. I'll do it," Ginny panted. "I've taken cocks almost this big."
Chris didn't doubt it. Young Ginny Morgan obviously got around. He knelt over her and took one or two shots of her. The huge cock-head was actually disappearing inside her warped cunt-lips. She moaned louder. Her lovely eyes glazed over. Her wrist bent, and forced the cock-head inside her completely. Her pussy-lips were stretched around the monster fuck-shaft in a tight rubbery ring.
"Are you getting this? Are you getting good pictures of me?" she groaned.
"Yes," Chris grunted. He was leaning in close, recording the gross penetration for all time.
The dildo-head bulled farther inside her pussy. An inch of black cock-shaft followed. And another. She paused then and began screwing the fake cock around and around. She began to wriggle on the bed. Her ass lifted off the coverlet. Her legs spread wide. She was humping up and down, making moaning sounds the whole time.
"So big! So good! I fucking love it." she croaked. She shoved another two inches of dildo up her cunt.
Chris took a break from taking pictures. His cock was throbbing along his thigh. He rubbed the cock-shaft through his pants. He gazed at her dildo-stuffed cunt with longing. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to pull the gross fuck-pole from her cunt and ram his own prick inside her instead. But she was so caught up in what she was doing. And his own prick would seem like a pretty poor substitute for what she already had shoved up her pussy.
"Do you have a hard-on? Are you all hot and creamy?" She grinned, fucking yet another inch of fake cock inside her cunt.
"What do you think?" he grunted. "I'm hard as a rock."
Chris groaned. Where did she come up with this stuff? What a filthy, kinky mind the teenager had! He would never have thought of such a thing in a million years. He unzipped his fly, placed his camera to one side, and struggled out of his pants. In a matter of seconds he was naked, with his cock jutting out from his crotch like a steel bar. He gave a wistful glance at her dildo-stuffed pussy.
"Come on, climb on top of me. Fuck my tits. You can come all over them if you want to. Or you can come in my face again. Whatever you want."
Chris crawled up the bed and swung a leg over her middle. He settled down on top of her, pressing his balls into her rib cage. His stiff cock was sticking up at an angle, and he had to force it down with his hand. He slotted his cock into her cleavage and folded one of her tits over it. Then he let his cock go and pressed her other tit down on top of it. His cock was trapped there for the time being.
"Yeah! Fuck my tits! I like that," she groaned. "Cram your cock back and forth between my tits.
She had been forced to let go of the dildo as he climbed on top of her. But now, as he began to thrust his prick back and forth between her tits, he reached behind him with one hand and took hold of the fake cock. He started easing it in and out of her cunt, fucking her cunt with it while he fucked her tits with his own cock. She grinned up at him gratefully.
"So big! So nasty! So good!" she whimpered.
Her hands had shifted to her tits, and she was pressing them together for him, forcing them over his cock. Her head was tilted up on her pillow, and each time his prick appeared from between her tits, she could stick out her tongue and lick it. She pursed her lips, forming a sexy oval. When he thrust forward, his cock-head slid over her tongue and slotted onto her wet mouth.
"Take more pictures!" she gasped between sucks on his cock-head. "I want some shots of me sucking your cock."
"Couldn't that wait?" Chris moaned.
"No way! Take some right now! While your cock is big and hot and hard!"
She folded her mouth back over the head of his cock as he pressed forward. When he drew back and his prick pulled out of her mouth, there was a soft popping sound. He paused for a second to reach for his camera, and she took the opportunity to give his cock-head a good sucking. She grinned up at him as he focused the camera and aimed it down at her.
"These photographs are going to be so dirty," he groaned, clicking the camera. "It's a good thing I'll be developing them myself. They're going to be so obscene!"
"Mmmmmmmm, I know!" Ginny giggled. "They'll be just fucking great. Just wait till all my boyfriends see them!"
"You're going to show them around?" Chris gasped.
"Sure, why not? You don't have to worry. Nobody will know it's your cock I'm sucking. I won't tell. Why should I?"
Chris groaned. Again, he wondered just what he'd gotten himself into here. This whole situation was weird. But of course, it was also very, very exciting. And he couldn't have stopped himself if he'd wanted to.
He was having the time of his life photographing the little slut, and fucking her tits. He hated to admit it to himself, but he was.
He had no time to reach in back of him and shove the big black dildo in and out of her cunt. But she didn't seem to mind. She was too busy licking and sucking his cock every chance she got. The fake cock jutted out from her cunt like some huge black growth. The shaft was shiny with the juices from deep inside her fuck-hole.
She was gazing up into the camera with a sly, little-girl grin on her face. Her mouth was still open and her tongue stretched out. His great red cock-head slid over the pink pad again and again, blocking her mouth over and over. He clicked the camera several times while he jerked his prick back and forth in her cleavage.
"I can't take much more of this," he croaked. "My balls are melting. I have to shoot soon. I have to cum."
"Go ahead," she smiled. "Cum in my mouth. Splatter your hot cum all over my tongue and lips. Cover my face with jizz if you want. Just don't forget to take the pictures."
Chris moaned. How was he supposed to take pictures of her while he was cumming all over her face? It was too much to ask of any man. In fact, this whole situation was too much for him. He really couldn't hold out any longer. He had to get rid of his cum-load. He took one last shot of her cock-stuffed mouth, then concentrated on driving his prick up and down hard between her tits. After half a dozen thrusts, he gasped out loud.
"I'm cumming, you hot little bitch! I'm cumming all over your mouth!" he howled.
He thrust his cock forward and down onto her pouting lips.
Ginny felt a thick geyser of cum shoot across her tongue and into her mouth. It spat to the back of her throat and hung there, like paint dripping off a ceiling. His cum was thick and heavy and very sticky. She grinned, but kept her lips pursed over his cock-head. Another big knot of cock-cream gushed into her sucking mouth.
Then he was pulling back, drawing his cock off her mouth a few inches. Her mouth stayed open. He could see a thick pool of white cum gleaming deep inside. Then his cock twitched and fired off a harpoon of jizz over a foot long. Most of it shot between her lips, coating her tongue in the process. But several inches of silver cock-slime looped across her cheek toward her ear.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he howled. Even under present circumstances, the four-letter word sounded strange in his ears. He hardly ever swore. But young Ginny Morgan was changing him in more ways than he could count.
He jerked his cock forward again, till it was poised an inch from her drooling mouth. Another strong jet of Jism shot off between her lips. And another. She was collecting quite a load of cum in there. It was obvious she wasn't swallowing it. She was saving it up for some obscene purpose of her own. As he pulled back, a thick wad of cum gushed from his cock and splattered all over Ginny's mouth. It covered the entire lower part of her face.
He growled loudly. And his climax seemed to go on and on. He filled her mouth. Only one more jet of cum missed her lips and shot off up her cheek. Then he was slowing down, watching his cock grow limp in the hollow of her neck. He stared down at her, and recalling her instructions, he began snapping pictures yet again.
Ginny smiled into the camera, her lower face awash with cock-cream. She gaped her mouth wide, played the vast amount of cum about with her tongue. She pursed her lips, let the silver goo rise up and overflow her mouth. Wads of cum poured down her chin and cheeks, making her skin shine. She seemed to take pleasure in making herself look as gross as possible for the camera.
"You're crazy. You're a crazy little slut," Chris said, still snapping pictures. "I've never met anyone like you."
Ginny didn't speak. She couldn't. Her mouth was full of cum. She simply grinned up at him and forced more and more cum up and out of her mouth. The jizz roiled down her face in gross silver globs.
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy trembled with excitement as Craig Hobbs let her into his apartment. In a way it was silly, she thought. He'd already fucked her twice, first in her own bed, and then in his classroom. Both places were more dangerous than his apartment, as far as being discovered was concerned. But she was thrilled and a little nervous, all the same. She was going to do things with Craig tonight that she'd never done with anyone.
It was Saturday evening, and she was free to do as she wished. She hadn't seen her husband all day, and she'd stopped wondering where he was or what he was up to. For the time being, she was on her own. She might as well take advantage of her husband's neglect to experiment a little. She smiled at Craig and let him take her coat.
"I haven't been alone with a guy in his apartment for years," she said. "It feels so strange."
"It won't seem so strange once you're out of your clothes," he laughed. "You'll be so busy with my cock that you won't think twice about it."
Nancy trembled again. What he said was true, she realized. She wouldn't have time to be nervous with his cock in her mouth, or up her ass.
She would be too busy enjoying feelings she'd never had before. Dirty, kinky, exciting feelings.
He stood in front of her and pulled her to him. He kissed her quickly and let his hands roam down her back, over her hips, onto her ass. He caught her trim ass-cheeks in his hands and squeezed them tightly. She groaned and pressed herself to him, her tits mashing into his chest.
"So you've really changed your mind about getting involved with me," she said. "I guess you have a thing for married ladies, after all."
"I have a thing for married ladies who like kinky sex," he grinned. "I like married ladies who let me do raunchy things to them."
Nancy blushed. Through his slacks, she would feel the solid bulk of his prick. It was far from erect, but it was big all the same. The thought of having even part of that thick cock stuffed up her ass sent a shudder through her. How would she ever take it? It would split her in half.
"Craig?" she said a little nervously. "Are you really going to . . . you know . . . fuck me from behind?"
"From behind? How do you mean?" he teased. "Speak plainly, bitch."
"Up my ass," she blurted. "Are you really going to fuck me up the ass? I've never had that done to me before, and your cock is so big. I was wondering if it would hurt."
"It might," he smiled. "We'll see. I think you're built to take cock every which way. I think you're going to love every fucking inch of it."
Nancy shivered. She ran her hands up and down his back. Then she was squeezing his ass in return. His cock was growing harder against her belly. She could feel it distinctly. Her nipples were stiffening against his chest. Her pussy was wet already. Just thinking about what they were going to do tonight had gotten her hot and bothered.
"You'll let me suck your cock first?" she cooed. "You've fucked me twice now, and I still haven't had a chance to use my mouth on you. I really think I could learn to love cock-sucking. Especially when I have such a huge cock to slurp on."
He grinned at her and let go of her ass. He took hold of her hand and led her into his bedroom.
They began to undress, without saying a word. They just looked at each other, studying each other's body as more and more came into view. When Craig stepped out of his shorts, his cock swung out hugely from his crotch. His prick was nine inches long and pointed heavily to the ground, and it was still growing.
Nancy stripped down to her black garter belt and stockings. She left these on, knowing how much they turned him on. There was no bra and no panties to obstruct things. Her big tits hung down in front of her, the nipples long and hard. When she was ready, she just stood there, waiting for him to make the first move. She felt very differently from yesterday, when she'd damn near attacked him in his classroom. She was much more passive now.
"It's so huge, your cock," she sighed. "I don't believe how big and thick it gets."
"It'll get a lot bigger and thicker, once it's in your sweet sucking mouth, baby," he said. "You'll have to be careful you don't choke on it."
He took hold of her again and pulled her near-naked body to his. Her big warm tits crushed into his chest. The dry material of her stockings scraped along his thighs. His cock, growing stiffer by the second, pressed onto her belly.
"Let me do it," she moaned. "I want to suck your cock so bad. Let me put it in my hot mouth and suck it."
She really did sound desperate, and so he loosened his grip on her and let her sink slowly to her knees in front of him. On the way down, she planted soft wet kisses on his chest, his rib cage, his belly. Her tongue poked out and she licked him.
Her mouth came in contact with the thick base of his prick. The cock-shaft was still pointing downwards. His prick was really too heavy to do anything else. And she began scraping her tongue down its length. His cock was warm and hard to the touch, and she savored every inch of it. Finally, her tongue touched the huge purple cock-head. She began to lick around it, slurping on his prick as if she'd never tasted anything so delicious.
"Say, you really are hungry to suck cock, aren't you?" he gasped.
"Mmmmm, fuck yes!" she groaned. "You've no idea how long I've waited to do this to a man."
"You mean your husband really didn't want you to blow him?"
"He's so uptight. He's so straight," she panted.
She sank her mouth over the head of Craig's cock and sucked hard. Her mouth made loud slurping sounds.
"What an asshole that guy is," Craig went on. "He doesn't deserve a hot bitch like you. You're wasting your time with him."
"Mmmmm, mmmmfff," Nancy agreed.
More and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. She was tilting her face down, angling several inches of prick between her lips. Her fingers curled around the base of the monster cock-shaft and she pumped it up and down. His cock was soon curving out a full eleven inches. Nancy could only stuff the prick-head and maybe five inches into her mouth, but she seemed content.
Up and down, up and down she bobbed her head, sliding her lips along his prick with expert motions. Her lips were stretched tautly around the bulky cock-shaft. With each stroke, she tried to go deeper on it, but it was practically impossible. She was damn near gagging already.
Her mouth rose up to the head of his prick, and she rolled her eyes up to his face, to check his reaction. Her face crinkled into a lewd grin around his cock. She was obviously having fun. She curled her tongue around and around the purple prick-head, then licked his piss-split. Finally, she let his cock slip gently from between her lips.
"Fuck, I love it! It tastes so good! I just love having your cock in my mouth!" she wheezed.
She held his cock-lance upright and began to lick her way down the underside of it.
He was starting to feel weak in the knees. Her mouth was doing wonderful things to him. And now his balls began to tingle. For she was licking them, curling her tongue this way and that on the swollen globes. Her lips folded over one ball altogether and she sucked on it hard, tugging it out toward her. She still gazed up at him from beneath his giant cock. Her eyes were full and round and teasing.
"Maybe we should get onto the bed," he croaked. "I'm not sure how much of this I can take."
"Not yet!" she gasped, pulling her mouth off his steaming balls. "Just give me a few more minutes."
She sank her mouth down over his other ball, and sucked this just as hard as the first one. She was tugging it outwards, stretching the skin of his ball-sac taut. And when she finally spit it out, she wasn't finished. She ran her tongue over both balls hungrily.
"Really, I mean it!" he gasped. "I can't take much more of this standing up. Let me lie down on the bed, baby."
"In a second," she grinned.
She eased her head back and tilted the pole of his cock downwards. She began to rub the oozing head of his prick into her face.
"You're one crazy cock-sucking bitch!" he moaned. "You're the hottest fucking slut I've ever come across."
"Yes! Talk to me like that! Call me dirty, dirty names!" she moaned. She pressed the head of his prick into her cheek and worked it upwards toward her eyes. "Say dirty, nasty things to me!"
Craig groaned. He wanted to do as she asked.
He tried to come up with something to say right then and there. But for the moment, he was speechless. He stared down and watched her as she rubbed his cock into her right eye, and then up over her forehead, and then down into her left eye. His prick oozed pre-cum slime, and he could see the goo smudging off into her skin, her eyelashes. His balls were numb and heavy.
She poked herself in the nose with his huge cock, then smeared the oozing cock-head across her mouth. Her lips gaped wide and she sucked the cock-head inside again. She began to suck all over again, driving her pretty head up and down, up and down. Her free hand cupped his balls and squeezed them tenderly.
"Hot cock-sucking bitch! Horny fucking slut! You really love cock, don't you? You'll do anything for a hot stiff prick!" "Mmmmm! Mmmfff!" she growled. She sucked his prick for another few seconds. Then she licked his balls some more, and rubbed his cock into her face yet again. But finally, he had to stop her. He needed a break. He could feel the jizz rising in his balls. He took hold of her and raised her to her feet. He led her to the bed and made her climb into it. His cock swayed up and down grossly in front of him. It was all red and glistening. "On your hands and knees, bitch!" he groaned. "Stick that pretty little ass up in the air for me. We've got to get you good and ready for a little butt-fucking."
Nancy did as she was told. She crawled up the bed, folded her arms in front of her, and sank her head into a pillow. She was on her knees, with her ass tilted high in the air. There was a deep hollow in the small of her back. Her black elastic garters curved tautly over her ass-cheeks. She spread her legs wide.
"Are you really going to do it? Are you really going to shove that huge fucking prick up my ass?" she panted, her heart pounding.
"Fucking right, I am," he hissed. "But first, a little regular fucking, to get you in the mood. And to get my hard-on good and oily. Are you ready, you dirty cock-sucking bitch?"
"Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Do it to me! Do any dirty thing you want to me!"
Craig was on the bed in back of her, kneeling upright. He held his cock straight out in front of him, like a weapon. He stared down at her splayed ass-cheeks, at the puckered ring of her asshole and the furry gash of her cunt below. He shifted forward and eased his cock-head between her cunt-lips. He slid maybe three inches of cock-shaft up her pussy.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she moaned. "Do it to me, you dirty bastard! Fuck my brains out, then ass-fuck me! I want it! I really want it!"
He shoved more and more cock up her cunt, till well over half his prick-shaft had disappeared. Then he began fucking her steadily, getting his prick good and wet in the juices of her cunt-hole. She drove herself back onto his cock helpfully, scraping her big tits over the coverlet. Her eyes clenched shut with pleasure as the thick cock-meat drilled in and out of her cunt.
"What a sweet-looking ass! I'm really going to enjoy fucking it, bitch!" he growled. "I'm really going to enjoy splitting those pretty ass-cheeks wide and burying my thick cock up your shit-chute! Fuck, it's going to feel good!"
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she howled.
He fucked his cock deeper, till almost all of it was plowing up her wet cunt. Her whole body shook each time he rammed forward. He ran his hands up over her stockings and then over her garter. He pulled on the elastic strips and let them snap back against her ass-cheeks.
"Do it to me! I can't wait! Shove your big ugly cock up my asshole!" she wailed. "I want to know what it feels like! Butt-fuck me, please!"
"I will in a while," he said. "But I want to hear you beg for it some more. I want you to plead with me to ass-fuck you."
"Fuck, what more can I say?" she groaned. "Please, please, fuck me up the ass! I want to feel your big monster prick up my asshole! Don't make me wait! Dick me hard up the ass?
Fuck the shit out of me!"
He went right on fucking her cunt, ignoring her pleas. His cock was fucking into her cunt to the balls now. The entire length of his big prick was disappearing again and again. It was glistening with cunt-sap. Her pussy was oozing slime and making penetration easy. He wondered if it would be as easy fucking her ass. He doubted it.
"Okay, slut, I'll do you a favor," he grunted. "You want to get ass-fucked so bad, I'll oblige. But I want no complaints once I start. You've got to take as much as I give you. Understand?"
"Yes! I understand! Give it to me! Fuck my ass!" she howled. "I'll take it all!"
He doubted that, but he withdrew his hard-on from her cunt anyway. He reached down and scooped up two fingerfuls of cunt-juice. She shuddered as he touched her. He smeared the goo off onto the puckered ring of her asshole. His cock slotted into the groove between her ass-cheeks, and for a moment or two he humped it back and forth, spreading more goop along the crack. Then he bumped the head of his cock against the bud of her asshole.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she moaned. Her fingers splayed across her ass-cheeks and she pulled them wide apart for him.
He pressed forward, watching the taut cheeks of her ass warp around his thick prick. There didn't seem to be any give in her ass at all. She groaned. She swayed forward under him. For a second, he thought her knees were going to buckle and she would fall flat on her belly. He grabbed a couple of pillows quickly and stuffed them under her.
"Relax, baby. Let me inside that pretty little ass of yours. Relax now," he soothed. He braced his cock in his fist and pressed down even harder.
"Fuck, it's so big! It's so thick! It's so hard!" she whimpered. Her face was mashed deep into her pillow.
Harder and harder he pressed down onto her, determined not to give up. Her ass-cheeks grew tight around the bulk of his prick. Then suddenly something gave, and he could feel the ring of her ass folding around and over the rock-hard head of his cock. Her asshole was amazingly tight. But his cock was plowing into her ass at last. Soon his entire cock-head was lodged inside her ass-ring.
"It's going, baby! You're taking it!" he grunted.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Nancy wheezed.
He clutched his cock tight in his fist and forced an inch of it up her ass. And another. And another. It wasn't comfortable for him. The whole tip of his prick was growing numb. But he pressed on determined to do what he set out to do. He soon had over half of his prick lodged up her ass and was still going. Her poor buns were warped out of shape around the invading cock-shaft.
"Oh, fuck! It's so fucking huge!" Nancy wailed. "It's so thick! And I can feel every fucking inch of it up my ass! Oh, fuck, it feels weird! Cock-sucker! I never felt so strange in my whole life!"
Another inch of cock fucked up her ass. And another. Only a couple of inches at the base of his prick were still visible. He stopped here, unable to get any further. And he glared down at his crotch as if he couldn't believe so much of his prick was inside her. He rested, breathing heavily. His hands now clutched the rear strap of her garter belt.
"So much cock up my ass! So much fucking cock!" she hissed. Her eyes kept rolling up into her head as if she would faint.
"You damn near took it all. I don't believe it," he croaked. And he stared down at her ass in amazement.
But then he was all action. The grossness of the situation seemed to hit him all at once. He began humping back and forth, driving his cock in and out between her ass-cheeks. He fucked her hard and deep, plowing his cock-head deep into her ass-guts. Her ass-cheeks quivered each time he lunged into her.
"This is what you wanted, slut!" he gasped. "You wanted my big thick cock up your asshole. Now you got it! You got damn near every fucking inch of it! Sonovabitch!"
"So big! So thick! So hard!" Nancy whimpered. "So much huge fucking cock up my asshole!"
He lunged back and forth, fucking his cock deep in her ass again and again. Even more of the cock-shaft seemed to vanish between her buns. Her body shook. She made little gasping sounds each time he rammed forward.
For no apparent reason, she thought of her husband. What would he think, if he could see her now, naked for for her garter belt and stockings, with Craig Hobbs' eleven-inch prick plowing back and forth in her asshole. He would be grossed out, she was sure. He would disown her, throw her out of the house. But then again, maybe he planned to do that anyway, eventually, so what did she have to lose?
"Fuck me deep up my asshole! Cram your cock to the balls up my hot ass!" she howled. "Butt-fuck me with your big ugly prick!"
He did just that. And his movements speeded up to the point where he couldn't hold back any longer. He would have liked to fuck her ass all night. The feeling was wonderful. But her asshole was too tight. It hugged his poor prick too snugly. And all her dirty talk was too much to take. He felt his balls trembling and his cock twitching.
"Cumming up your ass, slut!" he growled. "Spurting hot cum up your tight little asshole!"
"Yes! Do it!" she panted. "Fill my ass with spunk! Pump me full of jizz!"
He rammed forward one more time and his cock shot off a thick glob of cum up her ass. And another. And another. His cock twitched and trembled. He fucked into her ass and shot off wad after wad of creamy cum. He couldn't stop cumming. He clutched at her garter belt and heaved back and forth. The muscles of his belly flexed.
"So much cock! So much fucking cock up my ass!" Nancy wailed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
It was Sunday morning and Chris was sitting at his desk, leafing through the photographs he'd taken of young Ginny Morgan. He'd spent most of the night developing them. It was just as well he had something to occupy him, for Nancy hadn't bothered to come home. He had a pretty good idea she was with Craig Hobbs, but he didn't want to go over to the guy's apartment and cause a scene.
If she wanted to fuck around on him, let her. For the time being, he had no use for her.
At least that's what he kept telling himself. She'd shocked and disappointed him so much, he really didn't want anything to do with her for a while. And besides, didn't he have something pretty exciting going of his own now, with a teenaged slut young enough to be his daughter? Well, yes, he did. And he wasn't going to pretend he hadn't enjoyed it. But at the same time, it reduced him to the same level as his two-timing wife. And this he didn't like.
He thought he was morally superior.
Which he wasn't. He knew that now.
He was just as able as his wife was to get turned on by kinky sex. He'd even learned to like having his cock sucked, something he'd considered disgusting for a long time. Maybe he would learn to like eating pussy too, or any number of other things that a girl like Ginny would introduce him to. Life wasn't as simple or unpredictable as he had thought. At least a person's sex life wasn't.
Deep down, he missed Nancy. He missed her more than he could say, even though it had only been a matter of days since he'd found her with Hobbs. But he didn't know how to go about sorting out their lives. He was too confused. And things seemed to get more complicated by the day. Like with Ginny and those damned pictures.
Again, he glanced over the obscene shots, amazed that he'd taken them, that she'd let him take them. What a little slut she was. There didn't seem to be anything that shocked or disgusted her. He looked at the shots of her undressing, teasing him, showing off her shaved cunt. Then he studied the ones with his cock in the picture. His prick looked huge between her tits, or stuffed in her mouth.
The last shots were still the most amazing. She was grinning up at the camera, with his cock poised just inches from her face, or stuck against her mouth. There was cum everywhere on her lower face. One jizz-jet had even spun over her cheek. Her lips and tongue were covered with the stuff. A thick pool of cock-cream could be seen deep inside her mouth.
He groaned out loud. Where was it all going to end? And, to his embarrassment, he realized that his cock was hard in his pants. He was growing excited over obscene photographs of a teenaged girl splattered with his cum. What was happening to him?
With another low groan, he sat back in his chair and unzipped his fly. He pulled out his cock and began to pump it slowly, his eyes still wandering over the lewd photographs on his desk. What a sad case he was. A married man, a professional teacher, and here he was jacking off to pornographic pictures on a Sunday morning. His life certainly was a mess lately.
His cock grew big. It was stiffening nicely in his fist. His balls began to tingle warmly. But suddenly there was a knock on the basement door and he almost jumped out of his skin. His first thought was that it was the school's principal, or a head of the school board, all set to discover him beating off over the pictures of a teenaged student. Then he thought it must be his wife, returning home after her wild night with Craig Hobbs. But why was she knocking at the basement door?
It wasn't his wife. It wasn't the principal or a member of the school board.
It was Ginny Morgan, along with a pretty redheaded friend of hers, a girl named Holly Chris recognized her as one of Ginny's sexy partners in crime. Between the two of them, they'd probably fucked and sucked most of the boys in school.
"Mr. Benton, can we see you for a while? Your wife isn't home, is she?" Ginny grinned. "We just wanted to know if you developed the photographs yet. Holly's just as curious as I am to see them."
Chris swore under his breath. Just who else had the silly bitch told about the photographs? No doubt, by Monday the whole school would know that Mr. Benton was a dirty old man who took pornographic pictures of his young students. Where would all this end?
"Hi, Mr. Benton," Holly smiled. "I hope you don't mind me tagging along like this, but Ginny told me you took some pretty hot shots of her. I'd love to see them. I really get off on that kind of stuff."
"Why not?" Chris sighed, holding the door open for the two of them. "Maybe we could take the pictures in to the school together tomorrow, for show-and-tell. I'm sure everybody would enjoy them."
"Don't be so uptight, Mr. Benton," Ginny said, leading her friend into the basement. "No one can tell it's your cock in the pictures. I'm the one whose face is showing."
She had a point. He could always deny taking them. But still, he felt very uncomfortable. He closed the door and followed the girls over to his desk. On the way, he couldn't help but notice that young Holly had a beautiful pair of slender legs and the cutest little ass. She was wearing tiny, tiny shorts that rode up into the crack between her buns. Virtually her whole ass was on display for him.
"Fuck, they're great, aren't they?" Ginny laughed. She had found the photographs spread out over his desk and was peering down at them with interest. "They really turned out well."
"My God, they're really dirty!" Holly smiled. "Look at these ones! Ginny, you've got cum all over your face!"
The two girls began to giggle as they spread the photographs around and studied them. Chris sank into a chair on the other side of the room and stared over at the two of them unhappily. He again wondered if his future as a teacher was in the hands of these two teenaged sluts. How could he have let himself get into this position?
"Mr. Benton, you have a nice cock," Holly said, without the slightest embarrassment. "Now I know why Ginny had such a good time with you."
Chris flushed and squirmed in his seat. His hard-on hadn't completely disappeared, and now it was thickening again. Holly had tits almost as big as Ginny's, he noticed. They were packed into a tight T-shirt that didn't hide much. Her stiff nipples were poking at the fabric lewdly.
"And he shoots cum by the quart. Look at this! My mouth is overflowing with spunk!" Ginny added. Her face was bright with excitement and she examined the dirty pictures.
"Maybe he'll give us a repeat performance," Holly laughed. "What do you say, Mr. Benton? I'd really like to see this all for myself."
"Yeah, Mr. B," Ginny agreed. "How about a little Sunday-morning fun? Have you ever made it with two girls at the same time before?"
For a moment, Chris thought they were joking. They went back to studying the pictures, and there was a great deal more giggling. But then Ginny was coming over to stand in front of him, and Holly was following. They stood side by side, with their hands on their hips, two teenaged sluts with the bodies of porno models. They weren't joking. They'd come here this morning for more than a look at some dirty photographs.
"Girls, it's out of the question. I have no intention of making it with two young girls at the same time," he sighed. "Besides, my wife could be home at any minute. What would she think?"
"I don't think you care what she thinks," Ginny said, looking him right in the eyes. "And from the look of that bulge in your pants, I'd say the idea of fucking two horny young girls really appeals to you."
She grabbed hold of her sweater and hauled it off over her head. Holly took hold of her T-shirt and did the same thing.
Chris sat there in a daze, overwhelmed by what he was seeing-two teenaged girls with the most beautiful rounded tits, all naked for him, the nipples pink and perky. He gripped the arms of his chair as they continued undressing.
"No man in his right mind can resist fucking two willing girls at the same time," Ginny went on, cool and confident. "So you might as well relax and enjoy yourself. Isn't that right, Holly?"
"That's right, Mr. Benton. Relax and enjoy yourself. We're going to drain you dry."
Ginny peeled off her jeans and panties and stood there naked. Holly forced her tight shorts down her legs and tossed them away. Chris sat there dumbly, not knowing what to say or do. This was like some wild dream, he thought. This was the kind of thing that men the world over fantasized about but seldom experienced. He was shocked and stunned. But he was deeply aroused, too. His cock angled up again in his crotch.
"You like?" Holly said, turning her body this way and that for him.
"I like," Chris admitted miserably. He sank a little lower in his seat.
Ginny was on her knees on one side of him. Her fingers fumbled in his crotch, and in seconds she had his fly undone and his pants open. She began tugging the pants down, along with his shorts, and he raised his ass to help. He felt so helpless, like a shy little boy in the presence of two very willing, very experienced older women.
"It is a nice cock," Holly murmured, getting down on her knees beside Ginny. She curled her fingers around the cock-shaft and pumped it up and down while Ginny worked his pants and shorts off over his ankles.
"This is crazy!" Chris mumbled. And he watched as Holly dipped her head and took his thick cock between her lips.
It didn't take long to get his prick fully hard. He sat back and felt her tongue, her lips scraping over his cock-head. He watched her mouth dip lower and lower on his prick-shaft. Her head angled to one side and her cheek bulged out grossly as his prick-head poked into it.
"Don't hog it," Ginny said.
She was finished pulling off his pants, and now she wanted her share of his cock. She waited for Holly to ease his prick out of her mouth.
The redhead did so, finally, grinning up at Chris as his cock slopped from her lips. She tilted his prick over in Ginny's direction and watched her friend slurp on it for a few seconds. Then she went to work again, scraping her tongue over his balls and cock-base while Ginny sucked on the cock-knob. Both girls made happy sucking sounds with their mouths.
Chris stared down at his cock as if it didn't belong to him. He felt as though he were watching all this in some movie. Two beautiful teenaged girls were slopping their mouths all over his crotch, coating his cock and balls with the wetness from their lips, tonguing him. And they were doing it willingly. They were obviously loving every second. He wondered what he'd done to deserve all this. He was in heaven.
And he wondered what his wife would say if she walked through the door at this moment. So much for his moral superiority. Whatever she was doing with Craig Hobbs, could it be any kinkier than this? He had no right to judge her. Not anymore. He was as guilty as she was. They'd both betrayed their marriage vows. They'd both cheated on each other.
"Does it feel good, Mr. Benton! Does it feel nice to have two girls sucking your cock?" Ginny grinned. She had slopped his prick from her mouth and handed it over to Holly, who was sucking it eagerly.
"It feels . . . out of this world," he groaned, gazing down at them.
"You know, it's funny," Ginny went on. "But you know, you haven't fucked me yet? You've eaten me, and fucked my tits, and I've sucked you off-but I haven't had your cock up my cunt yet. Don't you think it's about time we did something about that?"
"Mmmnnn," Chris sighed. He was past caring. Let them do whatever they wanted to do with him. He was like putty in their hands.
"We'll suck you till you're steaming," Ginny continued. "Then you can fuck both of us. Me first, of course. Would you like that? Would you get off on dipping your cock into two different girls, one right after the other?"
He didn't answer. He didn't need to. He simply groaned, and watched Holly suck nearly all of his stiff cock into her mouth. Her head was bobbing up and down in his lap. Her tongue was wrapping itself around his cock-shaft with mean little licks. She jacked the base of his prick up and down in her fist. She made contented humming sounds in her throat.
Finally, when his knuckles were white with tension from gripping the arms of his chair, Holly raised her head from his cock and grinned at him. Then both girls were pulling him out of his chair and onto the floor. They hauled his sweatshirt off in the process, so that he was completely naked. He didn't resist. He allowed himself to be laid out on the carpet, with his prick swaying and twitching in the air.
"I'm going to sit on your cock," Ginny announced. "Holly, why don't you sit on his face and have him eat your cunt? No sense in you just watching."
She swung a leg over Chris, grabbing hold of his cock and tilting it upright. Her shaved cunt-lips were parted already, and she quickly stuffed his cock-head between them. She sank her weight down on top of him, fucking her cunt onto his cock. Her ass settled down over his balls, and he was in her all the way. His cock throbbed up her pussy.
Holly squatted down over his head. She was facing Ginny, and she winked at her friend as she lowered herself onto Chris' face. Her fingers gripped her cunt-lips and held them apart. She gently mashed her open pussy down onto his gasping mouth. His tongue was quickly between the cunt-lips and deep inside her fuck-hole.
"Yeah, Holly, got for it!" Ginny laughed. "Have him eat you good!"
Holly eased herself onto one knee and squatted comfortably on top of Chris' face. She kept her fingers on her cunt-lips, prying them wide. And she shifted about from side to side, depending on where she wanted his tongue to go. He didn't complain. He obliged her by swirling his tongue about everywhere. He dug it deep inside her pussy, then scraped it around her outer pussy-lips. He even brushed it across her clit a couple of times, making her shudder.
Ginny watched all this for a while without moving, content to sit on top of him, fucking herself with his prick again and again. Her shaved cunt-lips folded tightly around his throbbing prick. Her big tits bounced up and down.
"I'm fucking you, Mr. Benton! Your cock's deep inside me and I'm fucking you!" she gasped. "Does it feel good?"
"Mmmmm! Mmmfff!" Chris mumbled, his mouth full of Holly's cunt-meat.
The two girls squatted over him, mashing their wet cunts onto his cock and mouth at the same time. Holly eased up and down and side to side with slow, gentle motions. Ginny bounced up and down on his cock with short, quick jerks.
They grinned at each other, thrilled to be using the helpless teacher this way. They gasped with pleasure.
Then they were reaching out and touching each other. They felt each other's shoulders and squeezed each other's tits. They tweaked each other's nipples. Ginny slowed down her fucking motions long enough to lean forward and kiss Holly deeply.
"This is really fucking kinky. but I love it!"
Holly panted.
"So does he, I bet," Ginny laughed, gesturing at Chris. "I bet he never got to try stuff like this with that stuck-up wife of his."
Chris ignored them. He was too busy sucking cunt. Then he was concentrating more and more now on Holly's clit. He was diddling her clit with his tongue, flicking it back and forth and from side to side. He could feel her quivering on top of him, and he knew if he kept this up, she would soon cum. Her pussy was oozing all kinds of slime and soaking his face.
"Fuck, this feels good!" she gasped, squirming on top of him. "Fuck, his mouth feels good on my pussy!"
"Do you want to fuck him?" Ginny asked. "Do you want to cum with his cock up your cunt?"
"I don't know. Yes, let me try," Holly grunted.
She raised herself up off Chris' mouth, her body still quivering.
Ginny pulled her pussy off his cock and made room for her friend. She helped Holly climb over his crotch and held his cock upright while the redhead sank down on it.
Holly gave off a loud groan as the thick cock-shaft bulled into her. And even before it was in her all the way, she was fucking up and down, riding his hard-on. She gasped and groaned, obviously close to her climax.
Chris drew in great mouthfuls of air. His face was wet and gleaming from his cunt-sucking. He reached up and grabbed Holly's bouncing tits, tweaking the stiff nipples. He watched his cock fuck into her cunt again and again. Ginny disappeared in back of her, and he wondered what the hell she was up to.
He soon found out. There were strange tingling sensations in his balls, and he knew that Ginny was crouching down and liking his balls while Holly fucked him. A low groan went through him. Just how much of this could a man take? How long could a guy keep from cumming, with two horny teenaged sluts working on him?
"I'm cumming! Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" Holly howled. And she began bouncing and squirming on top of him, her tits jiggling.
Chris had let go of her tits, and now as she leaned forward over him, they swung into his face. Her hands were on his shoulders. She was bracing herself while she climaxed. And her big bouncing tits pounded his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. The stiff nipples scraped across his gasping mouth.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Holly wailed, fucking herself again and again on his hard-on. Waves of pleasure rolled through her.
Chris raised his ass off the carpet as well as he could. But really, she was doing all the work. She was writhing and bumping up and down on him as if she would never stop. Her tits pounded his face crazily. His cock felt like it was being basted. Gooey cunt-slime was pouring down from inside her pussy. Then, of course, Ginny's tongue was still licking and teasing his swollen balls.
He was amazed that he didn't cum, himself. But so far, he felt no signs of a climax. And he was proud of himself. He was happy that he could service two young girls this way, and take all of the stuff they were giving him. He felt like a horny young stud.
Holly fell across him at last, her body limp and dripping with perspiration. And when she made no move to roll off him, he grabbed hold of her and eased her gently onto her side, then onto her back. He fucked his hard-on in and out of her cunt for a while yet, till her body stopped trembling and her orgasm appeared to be over. Then and only then, he withdrew his prick from her cunt.
Ginny was beside him in a flash. She obviously wanted to be fucked, herself. But instead of lying down in front of him, she climbed on top of her exhausted friend. Holly was on her back, with her legs spread, her cunt gaping and oozing fuck-slime. Ginny slid forward on top of her, pressing her belly, her thighs, her tits against the gasping redhead. She braced herself on the carpet with her knees, her ass and cunt tilted upwards.
"Shove your cock into me! Shove your cock into both of us, if you want to!" she raved, glancing back at him over her shoulder. Then she faced Holly and began kissing her gasping mouth.
Chris knelt there a bit uncertainly. For the first time in his life, he was confronted by two gaping wet cunts, one fringed with red hair, the other shaved clean. His heart pounded. What a situation to be in! He took his prick in his hand, eased forward, and shoved the prick-head between Ginny's cunt-lips. He fucked deep inside her, burying his cock to the balls.
"Yeah, fuck me hard! Fuck me, you bastard!" Ginny yelled, breaking off her kiss with Holly. "Fuck me deep! Make me cum with your big hard prick!"
His cock glistened in the light. He rammed it in and out of her, fucking her with steady lunges. He gripped the cheeks of her ass and mauled the firm flesh, leaving finger marks. His balls swung back and forth, and for the first time he felt the telltale twinges of pleasure in them. She whimpered and moaned under him.
But then he was pulling out, letting his cock slop from Ginny's oozing cunt. He gripped his fucker in his fist, tilted it down, and plowed it to the balls up Holly's cunt. He began to fuck her the same way, and he heard her cry out, as if this was the last thing she expected. Ginny continued wailing also, as if her cunt was still full of cock.
This was crazy, Chris thought. Even in the middle of all his pleasure, he knew that this whole situation was mad. He was fucking two teenaged sluts at the same time, servicing them like a bull. His prick was growing numb. He wondered how much wilder the fuck-session could get. Could he hold out long enough to find out?
Suddenly his cock was back in Ginny's cunt, and it was clear she was cumming. He only fucked in and out of her half a dozen times, and she was groaning loudly, her voice breaking. He drove his cock back and forth inside her, showing her no mercy. He watched her body tremble and quake as the feelings swept through her.
She seemed to cum for a very long time. And again, he was amazed that he didn't cum, himself. He felt like a fucking machine, as if he could go all day and all night. He rammed his cock in and out of Ginny with vicious fuck-lunges. She wriggled and writhed, and yelled out how hard she was cumming. And still he didn't stop. He fucked her just as hard, just as deep.
Finally she was begging him to stop, and he quickly pulled out of her and stuffed his hard on into Holly's pussy once more. He continued fucking for several minutes, till there was no feeling left in his cock. Then he pulled out and knelt there, ready at last to shoot his cum-load. His prick was huge and pulsing. It jutted out from his crotch like a crowbar.
"Lie down together, bitches!" he heard himself saying. "I want to spurt my hot cum all over your cock-sucking faces. Lie down and take it like the hot fucking little sluts you are!"
His voice was low and hoarse. And he was surprised at the meanness in it. It didn't sound like him at all. But he was saying the words, mouthing them like an actor in a movie. And he actually meant them. He really did want to spurt his cum in their faces. He was cursing, using words he had never used, even during sex with his wife.
He wondered if Nancy would be proud of him, if she could hear.
"I mean it, you cunts!" he growled, pumping his cock up and down in his fist. "Lie down with your bitch faces together. I'm going to shoot my cum all over both of you."
Holly was already lying down. She seemed still in a daze from her climax. Ginny rolled off her into a heap on the floor. And as Chris demanded, she moved her face close to her girlfriend's. He crawled over next to them, moved around Ginny so that he could bring his cock in close to their faces. Then he began jacking off wildly, tugging on his prick as if he wanted to pull it out by the roots.
Both girls gazed up at him tiredly. And they watched his cock, knowing what was coming. When the first long jet of cock-cream shot out and splattered across their faces, they didn't even wince. They accepted the warm cum quite passively. The cum crossed both their cheeks, slashing across Holly's nose and Ginny's mouth.
"Yes!" Ginny moaned. "Shoot it all out over our faces! Mess us up with hot cum! Splatter us with jizz!"
A second jet of cum splashed across Holly's forehead and hit Ginny in the eye.
And now both girls were giggling softly, their mouths open wide. Chris fired off a thick shot of cum that caught them both on their gaping lips. They laughed even louder, cum spilling off their tongues. Ginny inched her face close to her friend's, really getting into the spirt of the thing.
"Fucking cock-teasing bitches! Hot and horny fucking sluts!" Chris snarled, still amazed at what he was saying. "Take it all in your cock-sucking faces! Eat my hot spunk, sluts!"
He waved his prick about in the air above their faces, and wad after wad of creamy cum splashed onto their cheeks, their mouths, their foreheads. Several jets of cum splattered over their mouths, till he had no more left to squirt, and he was letting the thick dregs dangle and snap over them like melted plastic.
His fist slowed down on his prick and finally let go altogether. He lay the cock-shaft down between their faces like a hunk of hose.
"Cum-crazy sluts! Cock-hungry bitches!"
And he watched as they turned their heads toward each other and licked his cummy cock clean. They were sharing his slimy prick, running their tongues over it like hungry young animals.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Nancy slept in at Craig Hobbs' apartment until early Sunday afternoon. She needed the rest. After the ass-fucking, she'd taken a long lazy shower with Craig, eventually sucking him hard again. They'd spent the rest of the night fucking in every position they could think of, holding off their climaxes as long as possible. They'd both cum eventually, several times.
Around dawn they'd both fallen into deep, deep sleeps.
Craig woke her up around eleven, with a small breakfast in bed. He was going down to the gym to work out the kinks in his muscles, and he wanted her to come with him. But she declined. She wanted to sleep some more. She wanted time for the soreness in her ass to wear off. She kissed him and thanked him for one of the dirtiest, most exciting nights of her life.
"It was pretty fucking dirty, wasn't it?" he laughed. "We did almost everything I've always wanted to do."
"Almost everything?" Nancy smiled.
"Yeah. Almost everything. There are still a couple of things that I fantasize about that are really fucking kinky. They're probably too dirty for even you, slut-face."
"Oh, yeah? Try me. Tell me what they are.
I might surprise you, I might enjoy them, too."
He was sitting on the side of the bed, dressed in his sweatshirt and sweatpants. She was propped up on a bunch of pillows, completely naked, her big tits gleaming. The breakfast tray was still on her lap, and he took it from her and placed it on the floor. Then he leaned back over her and stared into her eyes.
"You really mean it? You really want to know what I fantasize about?" he asked.
"Sure," Nancy said, her heart pounding. From the tone of his voice, she didn't know what to expect. But she figured it would have to be pretty nasty.
"Well, here it is," he began. "I'd love to watch while a slender young beauty like yourself made it with two huge, hairy guys with cocks the size of horses' cocks. Guys you didn't even know. Complete strangers. I'd love to watch you fuck and suck the two of them, get them good and hard. Then I'd want to watch them fuck you up the cunt and up the ass at the same time."
Nancy's heart flip-flopped. What a dirty, kinky idea! Two men at the same time. Two guys with horse-cocks, men she didn't know at all. Getting fucked up the cunt and up the ass at the same time. And all while horny Craig looked on. Fuck, what a turn-on! It was so daring and dirty that it made her shudder.
"Of course I'd probably get so hot watching you that I'd have to join in. I'd want to cram my big cock down your throat while the two guys were fucking you up the cunt and up the ass," he went on. "You'd have three big cocks inside you at the same time. Think you could take it?"
"I . . . don't know," she gasped, watching him. "It sounds awful tough. Three big cocks at the same time. Wow!"
"You'd end up covered in cum. All three of us would pull out and shoot spunk all over your tits. Or all over your face. We'd damn near drown you in cock-cream. What do you think? Does that appeal to you?"
Nancy moaned. It shouldn't appeal to her, she realized. Having three big men fuck her and cum all over her wasn't the average woman's idea of a good time. But then, she was far from average, wasn't she? Dirty, kinky sex appealed to her in a way it didn't to the average happily married woman.
She found herself trying to imagine what it would feel like to have three monster cocks inside her at the same time. Her mind reeled.
"I don't know. It sounds real dirty," she muttered, looking away from him. "It's an interesting idea, though."
"Would you like to try it?" he asked. "I could arrange it, real easy. I know these two guys down at the gym. They have cocks even bigger than mine, if you can believe it. We've talked about this before, the three of us. We never thought we'd find a woman willing to take on the challenge."
"I don't know ..." Nancy muttered. But her heart was pounding. She wondered if she'd have the guts to try something so outrageous.
"Think it over. Sleep on it." He smiled, reaching over to pick up the breakfast tray. "I'll see if these guys are down at the gym. If they are, I'll invite them over. No obligation on your part. In fact, if the idea disgusts you, just leave before I get back. What could be fairer than that?"
He grinned at her, kissed her quickly, and then went off to the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, she heard the door slam. He was gone.
She lay back in the bed, stretched lazily. Then she gazed up at the ceiling, her mind full of thoughts of giant cocks and tangled bodies and gallons of hot cum. She knew she should get up, phone her husband, leave the apartment at the earliest opportunity. Instead, she lay there and drifted into a fitful doze.
When she woke up an hour later, there was still time to leave. Craig wasn't back yet. Instead, she shuffled off to the bathroom and took another shower. Then she slowly and methodically wound her black garter belt around her waist and hitched her stockings to the clasps. She sat on the bed, wearing nothing but these items. And she thought about what might happen to her over the next few hours.
It would be a gang-bang. She would be the only woman with three big, horny men, two of which she didn't even know. She would be used like a slab of meat, rammed with huge, throbbing cocks, till finally she was drenched in gallons of cum. Was this what she wanted? Did she really want to experience such a thing? Or did she want to return home to her husband, take up her life with him, such as it was? After all, up to this point she'd only fucked around with Craig Hobbs. One man. She hadn't yet been gang-banged by three.
Still, she didn't move. She watched the clock. Another half hour passed. Then there was a key turning in the door-and she knew it was too late.
Craig entered, his face glowing after his workout. Behind him were two huge, dark, muscular men, the kind she'd only seen pictures of in health magazines. One was about six feet five, and the other must have been close to six feet nine. They lumbered into the apartment like a couple of big bears.
"So, you're still here, I see." Craig grinned. "I'm really happy about that. So are Mickey and Al. Boys, say hello to Nancy, the willingest little slut in the entire city."
There were grunts from the two men, and they glared at her near-naked body with their dark, hungry eyes. They stood there dumbly, not knowing what to do next. They glanced at Craig, as if waiting for his instructions. Nancy realized suddenly that she was in the company of two complete strangers, and yet she hadn't bothered to cover her tits or her cunt. What a shameless slut she had become.
"Show Nancy your stuff, guys," Craig said. "She has a real thing for huge, throbbing cocks. I'm sure she'll be impressed with what you've got."
Nancy blushed. But she watched closely as the two men moved close to the bed and peeled off their sweatshirts. They both had huge barrel chests, and the muscles of their arms bulged. They weren't hairy, as Craig had promised. Their skin was smooth and clean and dark. Their bellies rippled gently, the muscles built up over countless hours of exercise.
They seemed a little embarrassed about removing their sweatpants, but they did so eventually. Their shorts bulged obscenely. Then the shorts were off, too. The men were naked. And Nancy had her first clear view of their crotches. What she saw there took her breath away.
Both cocks were soft, but they were thick and heavy, dangling down like gross hunks of meat. One cock was over nine inches long, the other over ten. They swung gently as the two men moved, the veins in their sides throbbing. When aroused, they would definitely be bigger than Craig's cock, Nancy realized. And that was saying a lot. She wondered how she could possibly handle them. She wondered what she'd let herself in for.
"My God!" she muttered under her breath. "They're monstrous. I've never seen anything like them."
"Aren't they something?" Craig grinned. "I knew you'd like them."
He, too, was undressing. And soon his own thick prick swung into view. When he was fully naked, he stood beside the two men for a moment, grinning at her. Then he remembered what they were all there for and he took charge. He gestured at Nancy, and at the bed, and addressed Al and Mickey almost formally.
"She's all yours, guys. Take it from me, she loves to fuck and she loves to suck. Before the evening is over, she'll drain your balls dry. Why don't you get acquainted with her? Let her suck your cocks for a while."
Nancy sat on the foot of the bed, naked but for her black garter belt and stockings. And she watched as the two men moved closer to her, their huge corks swaying. They were so tall that as they stepped alongside her their cocks almost came level with her shoulders. It was no effort to reach out and curl her fingers around each spongy cock-shaft. She hefted the cocks upright, testing their weight.
"They're so heavy and thick," she muttered, smiling shyly up at the two men. "Do they get much bigger than this?"
"You'll see, baby," Al muttered, stroking a hand through her hair. "Lick them for a while and see what happens."
"Yeah, use that pretty red mouth on our big dicks," Mickey put in. "See if you can handle this much meat."
It was a truly obscene situation, Nancy realized. From the corners of her eyes, she could see Craig watching her, wondering if she had the guts to go through with it. He didn't say anything. He just stood there. He was like a movie director watching from the sidelines of a set.
She had one quick thought about her husband Chris. She tried to picture his reaction if he were standing there watching her, as well. But then she cast the thought aside quickly. She lowered her head and opened her mouth. She slurped her lips over the huge gleaming dome of Al's cock-head.
"Yeah, baby, yeah!" he groaned, staring down at her. "Suck dick now. Suck that dick deep into your pretty mouth."
Nancy did her best. Her mouth slopped down, down on his thick cock-shaft till she had over four inches of it buried in her face. But his prick was so thick. And it was beginning to swell even more. She couldn't take any more cock for the time being. She felt herself gagging. She backed off and began driving her mouth up and down on the top few inches.
"Me too, baby!" Mickey growled, poking her cheek with his prick. "Don't forget, you got two cocks to deal with here."
"Yes, don't forget Mickey," Craig said from across the room. He was standing there naked, gently running his hand up and down on his prick.
Nancy slopped Al's cock from her lips and swung over to Mickey's. Her mouth slurped down along his prick-shaft, taking in maybe five inches of swelling prick-meat. Then she repeated the up-and-down motions of her head, using her tongue, her lips, even her teeth to tease him. Her fists jerked up and down on both cocks, keeping them upright.
"Attagirl. Make them good and hard," Craig encouraged. "Suck those cocks!"
"Nice, baby. Nice," Mickey grunted. "You use your tongue real good."
Both cocks were swelling alarmingly. Nancy could feel the heat and the power flowing into them. She shifted from prick to prick, sucking one for maybe a minute, then moving over to the other one. Her fists kept up their steady rhythm on the cock-bases the whole time. Soon each prick jutted out like a foot-long pole of wood.
She took some time to work on the balls of both men. Her head dipped first to the left, then to the right, and her tongue scraped over each dangling hairy ball-sac. She held the cocks up out of the way while she did this, and again she was impressed with the sheer weight of each cock. The guys' balls were big and bloated. They quivered in their sacs as she licked and sucked them.
"Suck them balls, baby!" Mickey gasped. "Lick 'em hard! Fuck, what a tongue! What a mouth!"
She slobbered on Mickey's balls for a while, then moved over to slurp on Al's. She was taking the balls into her mouth, sucking on them hungrily. Her fingers pumped and squeezed the throbbing shafts of their cocks.
From across the room, Craig took in everything. He stood there and jacked off slowly, his eyes bright and tense.
At one point, he gasped out loud. Nancy had raised her head and was now pulling the two cocks together, butting their heads together like two ice cream cones. She flicked her tongue between the twin domes for a while, then tried to fold her lips over both cock-heads at once. It was an impossible task, but Craig had to give her credit for trying. It was so erotic, the sight of her mouth warping out of shape around the gross cock-heads.
"Isn't she something, guys? Quite a cock-sucker, huh?" Craig grunted.
"She sure knows how to fry a guy's nuts." Al grinned. "I've never had my balls sucked like that before. But never."
Nancy continued to butt the cocks together. Her lips folded over the shiny cockheads as well as they could. Then she separated the cocks and forced her mouth down over one cock at a time. She slid four or five inches of bloated cock-meat between her lips and drove her face up and down. First on Mickey and then on Al. This went on for the better part of five minutes.
"One of you fuck me!" she groaned at last. "I need a cock inside me badly. One of you shove your big prick up my cunt and fuck me silly!"
She was scrambling back up onto the bed, pulling the men with her by their cocks. She lay on her back, spread her legs wide, and waited while Al eased himself down between her thighs. She watched his cock closely as he angled it down. She groaned out loud as she felt the huge prick-head poke between her cunt-lips. He bulled forward, forcing inch after inch of thick cock-shaft into her pussy.
"Yes! Fill me with cock!" she moaned. "Oh, fuck, it's huge! Oh, fuck, it's a monster!"
Al pressed his foot-long cock into her, not stopping till practically all of the cock-shaft was up her cunt. Then, without pausing, he began to fuck her, driving his thick cock in and out of her pussy as if he couldn't control himself. He shook her whole body each time he rammed into her. Her belly flexed and her tits jiggled at every fuck-thrust.
"So fucking huge! Such a monster fucking cock!" she howled, her face distorted into a snarl. "Fuck me hard like that, you bastard! Cram your cock deep inside me!"
He did just that, fucking into her again and again.
Mickey was kneeling by her face, his prick jutting out at her mouth. He poked her cheek with his prick and she was forced to take hold of it quickly. She stuffed his cock between her lips and began sucking on it. Her cheek bulged out obscenely, totally stuffed with cock-meat.
"This is too fucking much. What a wild scene!" Craig groaned. He had come over to stand right beside the bed now, so that he could watch Nancy from every angle. He tugged on his cock with steady jerks.
"Yeah, she's one hot fucking bitch!" Mickey grunted, fucking her mouth. "Is there nothing this slut won't do?"
"I don't think so," Craig mused. "I think she's game for anything. You name it, she'll do it!"
This was probably true, Nancy thought, her face flushed. She probably would do anything. Her sexual appetite lately just wouldn't be satisfied. If she would make it with two well-hung men that she didn't even know, she would do anything. That was obvious. And all the while a third guy watched and jerked off! Craig was right. This really was a wild fucking scene. And she was the star of it all. She was like a bitch in heat.
"Hey, Mickey, come fuck her cunt for a while," Al grunted suddenly. "If I keep this up, I'll blow my wad. Change places with me."
He withdrew his prick from her cunt and sagged over onto his back. His prick jutted up to the ceiling, a foot-long pole of steaming red cock-meat. Mickey pulled his prick out of her mouth, and she pouted at him, as if he was taking away her favorite toy. But then she caught sight of Al's prick, and she scrambled toward it, coming up on her knees right in front of it. She grabbed the huge wet prick-shaft and crammed it into her mouth.
"This bitch is hungry. She's hot for cock," Al groaned.
"Yeah, watch her suck." Mickey said.
He rose up on his knees in back of Nancy. Her legs were spread wide and her pretty ass was high in the air. He shoved his cock between her gaping cunt-lips.
Craig wished he had a camera. The sight of Nancy on her knees between the two men was deeply erotic. Mickey was fucking his cock into her cunt doggie-style, and each time he rammed forward, her face was forced down deep on Al's giant prick. Her big tits swayed beneath her. Her black garters stretched tautly over the cheeks of her ass.
"Fuck her hard. Fuck the bitch hard and deep," Craig howled. "She fucking loves it! She'll never get enough cock!"
Nancy moaned. He was right. Craig was right about her. She loved cock so much. And the bigger, the thicker, the uglier the better. Here she was handling two of the biggest, with a third big cock waiting in the wings. And she was loving every minute. She was thrilled to be sucking one huge prick while getting plowed up the cunt by another.
Would one cock ever be enough for her again?
She doubted it. But then did this mean that her marriage was over for sure, even if Chris didn't throw her out of the house? Maybe. It was hard to imagine settling just for her husband's cock in the future. That would never he enough. She needed much more action than that. She needed this kind of dirty fuck-and-suck session. With two guys she didn't even know. With two cocks big enough to choke her.
"Fuck me up the cunt and up the ass at the same time!" she gasped suddenly, pulling her mouth off Al's prick. "I want to feel both these huge cocks inside me at the same time! I want to feel them up my cunt and asshole at the same fucking time!"
Al and Mickey glanced at each other. They seemed unsure that they'd heard right. Mickey continued to fuck his cock in and out of her cunt. Al tried to shove his prick back in her mouth. She was holding his prick up alongside her face, rubbing it up and down one cheek. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was half open and gasping.
"Do it to me! Sandwich-fuck me! Cram your cocks up inside me at the same time!" she begged. "Butt-fuck me while I have a cock up my cunt! I need it!"
"Do as she says, guys," Craig said softly. "Fuck her up the cunt and up the ass at the same time. You wouldn't want to disappoint a lady, would you?"
CHAPTER NINE
Craig stood by the bed and watched Nancy closely. He still didn't quite believe she'd go through with it. Up to now, she'd fucked and sucked the two big men, and done a pretty fantastic job of it. But this was different. This would be a gross double penetration with two of the biggest cocks he'd ever seen. He wanted to see her try it, as he'd told her earlier. But deep down, he expected her to back out at any minute.
Al was lying on his back on the bed, his colossal cock jutting up through his fist. Nancy squatted over him, her knees bent, her big tits dangling down. She curled her hand around his prick, taking it from him. And she held his fucker upright while she squatted lower and lower over him. Her cunt-lips were gaping wide, they were swollen and puffy, warped into a huge oval. Al's cock slotted easily between them.
"Sit on it, baby! Sit on my big ugly dick!" He grinned and watched as inch after inch of his bloated prick bulled up inside her pussy.
She sank all the way down on him, till her thighs were touching his flanks and his cock was in her cunt all the way. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. Her hands came to rest on his chest and she leaned forward, bracing herself on top of him. Her big tits swayed out under her, full and heavy. She twisted her head to look at Mickey over her shoulder.
"Do it to me. Shove your big cock up my asshole," she moaned. "Don't wait. I need it right now!"
Craig's cock throbbed. He stood in back of Mickey and watched as the big man crouched down over Nancy. Her ass-cheeks were splayed wide. The small bud of her asshole was clearly visible. Mickey leaned down and planted his cock-head against it. Then, supporting his huge prick in his fist, he began prying it between her ass-cheeks.
"Shove it into her, Mickey!" Al grunted from below. "Do as the bitch says! Fuck her asshole!"
Mickey put more and more weight behind his throbbing cock, boring it down between her pretty ass cheeks. Her buns molded around his prick-shaft, hugging it tightly. She began to moan loudly, her voice breaking. Her eyes were closed again, and she was biting her bottom lip.
Craig could see Al's ball-sac, and the base of his cock plowing up between Nancy's cunt-lips. He couldn't see her asshole any longer. It was blocked by Mickey's huge, straining prick. He watched as the cock-shaft poked harder and harder between her buns. He wondered if the actual penetration would ever begin.
It finally did. Mickey's cock-head disappeared into the puckered circle of her asshole, and an inch of cock-shaft followed. And another. And another.
Nancy gasped, as if she'd just jumped into cold water. She groaned loudly as more and more throbbing cock fucked into her ass.
"It's going! Sonovabitch, it's going up her ass!" Craig muttered. "Fuck, I don't believe it!"
Mickey paused with over half his cock stuck up Nancy's ass. He let go of the base of the prick-shaft and gripped the rear strap of her garter belt. Then he pressed forward some more. Several more inches of swollen cock-meat slid up inside her.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she whimpered, her voice hoarse. "So much fucking cock! So much hard cock inside me!"
Mickey shoved another inch of prick up her ass, and then he couldn't wait any longer. He began stroking his prick in and out of her, fucking her ass with deep, steady lunges. He buried most of his cock on every stroke, and his balls smacked down on Al's again and again.
"You did it, babe! You took a cock up your ass and a cock up your cunt at the same time!" Craig yelled. "Two huge cocks inside you at the same time! Fuck, I don't believe it!"
"Believe it. man." Al croaked from underneath her. "Now, why don't you jam your dick down her throat? Give her a third cock to play with. This hot bitch needs all the prick she can get!"
Craig hesitated. He was still crouched in back of Mickey, watching the big man fuck his hard-on in and out of her asshole. It was an amazing sight. Nancy's thighs were split wide. Her cunt-lips were molded around the thick shaft of Al's cock. And just above, Mickey's prick was drilling up and down between her ass-cheeks. Again, Craig wished he had a camera.
"Do it to me, you bastards!" she wailed. "Fuck me up the cunt and up the ass at the same time! And I want a cock in my mouth! Fuck my face, too! Stick another cock inside me! I can't get enough prick!"
Craig finally snapped out of his daze. He climbed on the bed, moved around in front of Nancy, and shoved his cock into her face. It grazed her cheek, then poked her in the eye. She managed to bring up her hand at last and grab hold of his prick. She held onto his prick for a moment as if it were a lifeline. Her body was wrenched forward again and again by Mickey's fuck-thrusts.
Then she drew Craig's cock down and stuffed it between her lips.
The cock-head slid over her tongue, bumped against the roof of her mouth, then angled down into her throat. Her nostrils flared. Her eyes bulged. And she gazed up at Craig as he began to drive his cock back and forth, fucking her pretty face. She felt so helpless. She was at the mercy of the three giant cocks embedded inside her.
And she felt so stuffed. It was the weirdest feeling she'd ever experienced. Three cocks inside her at the same time. And three giant, overgrown cocks, at that. These weren't average pricks by any means. Her body was racked by the thrusts and jerks of the three men. It was forced this way and that, as if she were on some wild amusement ride.
"Fuck, you're a hot slut!" Craig gasped, staring down at her cock-stuffed face. "Three men at the same time! Three big hard cocks inside you at once! You're a crazy one, baby! You're cock-crazy, you know that?"
"Ain't it the truth!" Mickey gasped, burying his cock up her hot asshole. "This little cunt don't know when to quit!"
All three men fucked their cocks into her. Even Al, flat on his back beneath all of them, knifed his prick upwards, parting her raw cunt-lips again and again.
Nancy wondered if she'd pass out. This was too much for anyone to take for very long. And now she could barely breathe, with Craig's cock plowing into her throat. Her nostrils flared wide as she snorted in air.
Again, she thought of her husband Chris. What if he were to walk through the door at this moment? What if he were to find her taking on three horny men at the same time, her body impaled by three monster hard-ons? What a scene that would make. It didn't bear thinking about.
She brought her attention back to the three cocks fucking into her. But it was getting harder and harder to concentrate. Her mind ws foggy with fuck-lust. She squirmed between the three men. She held on as best she could. And then, just when she thought she'd faint, there was a strangled cry from beneath her. Al was croaking out something, his voice thick.
"Gonna cum! Gonna cum any second!" he gasped. "Fuck, I can't hold back! Her cunt is sucking me like crazy!"
Suddenly everything was confused.
Craig pulled his cock from her mouth, leaving her gasping. Mickey withdrew his cock from her asshole. She was tumbling to one side. She was rolling onto her back. And she realized all at once that Al's cock wasn't up her cunt any longer. All three of her fuck-holes were empty and steaming. She lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, her head in a whirl.
All three cocks loomed into sight over her face. Al was on her right, Micky was on her left.
They were both kneeling beside her head, their hard-ons in their hands. They were jacking off furiously, their fists all blurry on their rock-hard fuckers. Then she was aware of Craig straddling her rib cage. He was sitting astride her, his cock between her tits. He was fucking her big tits with harsh humping motions.
"Gonna drown you with cum now, baby, just like I promised," he grunted. "Are you ready for three huge loads of cum in that sweet sucking face? You ready to take a bath in our jizz?"
Nancy groaned. It seemed every part of Craig's wild fantasy was going to be fulfilled today. She glanced tiredly at Al's cock, then at Mickey's. Finally, she stared up at Craig with an exhausted smile. They could do as they liked with her. She was too tired to protest. It would be a new experience, at any rate. How many women could say they'd had their faces splattered with cum from three huge cocks at the same time?
"Eat it, baby! Eat my hot spunk!" Craig wheezed. He shoved his cock up between her tits till it bumped her under her chin.
Then he was grabbing hold of the cock-shaft and lifting it from her cleavage. He slid his hand up and down on it, jacking off just as crazily as Mickey and Al. He planted the throbbing cock-head on her chin, just below her gaping mouth. A fat jet of white cum shot out and hit her front teeth. It gushed over her gums and upper lip and poured into her mouth. Her outstretched tongue was suddenly painted white with cum. "Cumming, bitch! Cumming all over your cock-sucking mouth!" he howled. And he shot out another wad of jism that vanished between her lips.
Nancy's mouth was suddenly overflowing with cum. The cock-cream poured from her lips and streaked off down her cheeks. She held her mouth open gamely, willing to take more. She gazed up into Craig's face helplessly. Her tongue flicked from side to side, weighed down by jism. Her lips were wet and shiny with cum.
"Look at all that cum!" Al grunted. "All over her pretty mouth! Fuck, she loves to eat cum! Look at her!"
Craig spurted another huge gusher of cum into her mouth. It hung over her tongue, joining her lips together. The cum looked like a thick mound of melted plastic drooling there. Then it was slopped between her lips again and overflowing out the sides of her mouth. She began to gag, her throat clogged with gooey spunk.
"Oh, fuck!" Craig gasped, his fist a blur on his hard-on. His cock-tip shot off another streamer of milky cum. It was nearly two feet long, and it danced up the entire left side of her face, crossing her eye in the process. Cum shot over her forehead and into her hair. She winced, trying to blink the sticky cum off her lashes. But it hung there in a fat ball and dripped heavily onto her cheek.
"Cover the bitch in cum! Drown the slut!" Al croaked. He placed the head of his cock next to her right eye and jacked off wildly.
Craig fired a jet of cum up the side of her nose. The blast of jism skidded around under her eyebrow and flowed down over the lid. Her eyes were clenched shut now, and the spunk wet her mascara and made it look almost black. A small pool of cock-cream collected in the socket of her eye. Some of it flowed out onto her cheek, like creamy tears.
A streamer of cum fired off from Al's prick, splattering her right eye and looping over her nose.
He groaned loudly and slowed down his hand movements. He seemed to be taking careful aim at Nancy's already-soiled face. He grinned as he watched his silver cum flow across her features.
One more jet of cum gushed from Craig's cock, this one covering most of her left cheek.
Then Al took over, tilting his prick this way and that, like a hose. He sprayed her chin, her right cheek, her forehead. He spurted one huge gusher of cum right along her hairline. The jets of jism were thick and long and shimmering white. They crisscrossed Nancy's splattered face like strips of silver ribbon.
"Fuck, you'll bury the bitch!" Mickey growled. "She looks like she was hit in the face with a fucking cream pie!"
"Yeah!" Al yelled. "Bury the fucking slut with cum!"
He spurted several jets onto her still-gasping mouth, watching the cum coat her lips and tongue. And when the spurts grew smaller, he held his cock higher over her face with white circles of cum the size of silver dollars.
Mickey watched all this with gleaming eyes. Then he too was cumming. He held his cock beside her forehead and primed it. More jets of spunk gushed out onto Nancy's face, covering what few clear spots were left. Her forehead was repainted with cum. Then her cheeks. Several fat loops of cock-cream draped themselves over her nose. The cum fell onto her face with audible splatters.
"Take it, whore!" he growled. "Take all my hot cum over your cock-sucking face! Eat my spunk!"
He shot a jet across her left eye, and then fired the rest of his cum-load onto her gasping mouth. Her lips were already joined together by a thick pool of cum. He just made it thicker and heavier, till whole wads of cum were drooling off her lips and down her face. His cock spurted cum again and again and again, as if it would never stop.
Nancy was a mess. Her face was awash with slimy cum. Not one inch of skin had escaped the deluge of cum. Her eyes and mouth were all overflowing. And beneath the heavy blanket of warm jizz, she was wondering if this was so great after all. She could barely breathe. Any more cum and she would have to struggle upright and tell the men to stop. She had quit gagging, but her throat was still clogged with cum.
Mickey shot off the last of his cum-load. Then he joined the other two men in poking her face with his drained cock. Nancy could feel all three cock-heads on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. The men were smearing slippery cum around, smoothing it into her skin like lotion.
She let them. She didn't have much choice. And while she waited, she pressed her tongue upwards again and again, forcing more and more cock-slime to overflow her lips. She must look a sight, she realized. But she didn't much care. She was tired. She felt like she'd just come through an ordeal. All she wanted now was to clean up and to rest.
Yet again she thought of her husband Chris, and wondered what he would say if he could see her now. But she dismissed the thought. It was too late to be thinking of Chris. Her marriage was probably over. Wasn't it?
CHAPTER TEN
By late Sunday afternoon, Chris was really worried about his wife. It wasn't like her to stay away from home this long. He'd treated her badly, he realized. And maybe she was just avoiding him and his coldness. But he couldn't help but feel that something else was going on. And it probably involved that jerk, Craig Hobbs.
Ginny and Holly had left long ago, though not before insisting that he take photographs of their cum-drenched faces. He had all afternoon to brood and worry over what Nancy was up to. For the first time, he began to wonder if she planned to leave him, to go live with Hobbs or something. It was a distinct possibility, after all. The thought terrified him. Nancy may have betrayed him and fucked another man. In fact she was probably fucking another man right this minute. But he loved her dearly. He needed her. And the thought of losing her for good was unbearable.
Besides, hadn't he evened the score several times over by fucking two teenaged sluts?
He tried his best to keep busy. He actually began developing the latest obscene photographs he'd taken of Ginny and her friend. But it was damn near impossible to concentrate. Several times during the course of the afternoon, he picked up the phone, meaning to call Craig Hobbs and find out if Nancy was with him. But each time, he put down the receiver. He couldn't bring himself to make the call.
Finally, around five o'clock, when he was just about climbing the walls, the front door opened-and there she was.
Nancy was all alone, and she looked drained and exhausted. But to him, she seemed more beautiful then he'd ever seen her. He had a sudden urge to grab her and crush her in his arms, but she didn't seem in any mood for physical contact.
"Nancy, where have you been? I've been very worried," he admitted, following her into the bedroom. "Why didn't you at least call and let me know where you were?"
"Please, Chris, no questions. No lectures. I'm exhausted. I feel like I've run a fucking marathon."
She lay down on the bed in her clothes and stared at the ceiling. She placed the back of her hand on her forehead, as if she had a headache. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at her, his heart pounding softly. He really wanted to hold her, but he didn't dare.
"You were with that Craig Hobbs guy, I suppose." he muttered. His voice was full of feeling, but there was no bitterness in it.
She turned her head and looked at him. Her eyes were tired and calm. Her hair was wet, he noticed, as if she'd just had a shower. There was no make-up on her face. None at all. She looked lovely, like a fresh young teenager. She was just the way she looked when he had first met her.
"I was with Craig Hobbs, yes," she said tiredly. Her eyes gazed steadily into his.
"I suppose you fucked him?"
"Among other things, yes."
"Well, it doesn't matter," he said, his voice determined. "I realize now why you went off to fuck him. I wasn't giving you what you wanted. You're a highly sexed woman. You needed more than I could give you. But I've changed. This whole affair has changed things for me. From now on, I'll give you everything you want. I'll fuck you twenty hours a day if you want."
Nancy laughed softly. "Don't you think it's a little late, Chris? Don't you think we should consider a permanent separation?"
"No! Definitely not. I love you too much for that. Listen, we can make our marriage work again. I'm willing to do anything you want."
"Anything?"
"Absolutely."
"Listen, Chris. You know what I did this afternoon? I was with Craig Hobbs, ves. But there were two other men with him. Absolute strangers to me. Three men altogether! And I had sex with all three of them at the same time! And I enjoyed it! Do you want a wife who gets off on such things? You say you'll do anything for me. Would you watch while I fucked and sucked three or more men at the same time? Because I can't guarantee I won't do it again."
For a moment, Chris was silent. His face flushed as he listened to her. So that was it. Nancy had progressed beyond Craig Hobbs. She was taking on all comers now. Absolute strangers. In groups. Well, was he any different?
"Nancy, I have a confession to make. You're not the only one who's been fooling around," he said.
Her eyes brightened with interest for the first time. She removed her hand from her forehead and propped herself up on one elbow. She watched him closely, as if really seeing him for the first time.
"You remember Ginny Morgan? Well, I've been fooling around with her. And with her friend Holly, too, as a matter of fact. Just this morning, I took on the two of them together. It was quite a session, I can tell you."
Nancy gazed at him, a smile beginning to spread over her lovely mouth. For a moment, she didn't say anything. She was trying to imagine Chris with two horny teenagers.
"I don't believe you. You're making this up," she said. "You're just not the type."
"I have photographs to prove it," he said.
And before she could say another word, he had jumped up and left the room. She heard him go down into the basement, but within seconds he was back with her on the bed. He spread several photographs out on the coverlet in front of her.
Her first thought was that the cock in the pictures belonged to one of Ginny's boyfriends. But she soon recognized it as her husband's cock. She knew it very well. She poured over the photographs for quite some time, studying each one in turn. The smile widened on her mouth.
"Well, I'll be damned," she said at last. "You old fucker! You let this little slut suck your cock-and for all our married life, you wouldn't let me do that to you!"
"I know, Nancy. And I'm sorry. I'll never forgive myself. But the point is, I've changed. It took you leaving me for Hobbs, and a teenaged slut named Ginny, but I've finally learned a thing or two about sex, and about myself. I've learned a lot about us."
He reached over and squeezed her big tit. She didn't shrink away. She let him feel her. But she went right on examining the photographs, as if she couldn't take her eyes off them. She kept returning to the shots of Ginny splattered with cum. They reminded her of what she'd been up to with Hobbs and Mickey all afternoon.
"So we both like to fuck around behind each other's back," she said at last. "Isn't that ah the more reason to let our marriage fold?"
"No! Don't you see? Things are different now. We can both fuck around if we want to, but we can stay married. Why not? I mean, I wish you didn't need other men. I'm sure I could give up my teenaged sluts with no effort. But if you need more Cocks than mine to keep you happy, I'm willing to accept that. I mean it."
"You mean we carry on as before, two respectable teachers happily married to each other? But whenever we feel like it, we go off and fuck or suck whomever we want to?"
"Yes! We could even share partners with each other once in a while. Have a family gang-bang. Why not?"
He slid his hand up under her dress, feeling the nylon of her stocking give way to the elastic strip of her garter. She was wearing no panties, and his fingers slipped easily into her soft warm pussy. She shivered slightly, as if her cunt was extra sensitive. But she didn't resist. She spread her legs apart for him, in fact.
"It would never work, Chris. Those arrangements never do," she sighed, pushing the photographs aside at last. "People get jealous. Things happen."
"We'll make it work! I'll make it work. I'm not going to let you go. I'll work my balls off to keep you satisfied. And I'll even watch you make it with other men, if that's what you want."
He pulled his fingers from her cunt suddenly and knelt up on the bed in front of her. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his limp cock, and waved it at her. He began to jack off, and almost at once his prick started to thicken in his fist. He angled it up toward her mouth.
"Go ahead. Suck it. It's what you've wanted for so long. Take my cock in your mouth and suck it!"
"Chris, I'm tired. I've sucked more cocks in the last twenty-four hours than most women suck in a lifetime. The last thing I need is another."
But she didn't pull away. Her fingers curled around her husband's cock and she squeezed it affectionately. His cock was growing fast. He might have fucked with two teenaged sluts earlier in the day, but he seemed to be ready for more action now. She was flattered.
"Take your time. We've got all the time in the world. Suck my cock, and then later I'll eat your cunt. I'll even call you dirty names if you want me to."
"Really? You'll call me cunt and slut and cock-sucker, just the way I wanted you to?" She grinned. There was mischief in her eyes.
"I'll do anything you ask. And I may even come up with some tricks of my own that you hadn't thought of."
Nancy smiled. It probably wouldn't work, she thought. The whole set-up for their future was shaky. But she was willing to give it a try if he was.
She lowered her head and slipped his stiff cock between her lips. She began to suck his prick eagerly.
