After everyone else had gotten ready, I went up to slip into my bathing suit. With the little I had on, I was soon naked, except for my shoes. I sat on the couch to pull them off. I felt a pair of arms circle me from behind and press against my bare breasts. I jerked around to see who it was. Frank was standing there naked, grinning at me.
"You little prick," I said, "how did you get in here? And what're you doing here, anyway? You're only a junior."
"Paul sneaked me on the bus," and he laughed.
"I hope none of the other kids saw you come in here."
"Nah. I was hiding in the other room. I saw most of the girls naked too," he bragged. "None of them are built like you are, though."
He came around in front of me and got on his knees. He started kissing me all over the thighs and in my pubic hair. God, what a lover this young sprout was going to be! I was still so hot that I couldn't have offered any resistance had I wanted to, which I didn't. I spread my legs and invited him in. His tongue greedily lapped at my snatch.
Poor Joe, I thought. He got me all hot and bothered, and then along comes Frank and reaps the reward. I was wrong, though; moments later, in comes Joe and Paul. They'd all been hiding in the other room. They had their trunks on and were sticking out badly in front, so I had them pull them off. Hard cocks popped out all over the place.
I figured, since Joe had already shot off once, I'd better let him watch while I took care of the other two. I had Paul lie on the floor on his back, and I straddled him. I directed his cock to the right place and sat, hard. A little bobbing up and down and it was all the way in. Next, I had Frank come over and stand closely. He got the idea and quickly shoved his meat into my mouth.
This was something new for me, and I loved it-a young stud in both ends at the same time. I romped and sucked with all the energy I had. I really don't know how it happened, but they both started to come at almost the same time. Frank filled my mouth so full I almost gagged; but I sucked it dry, as the warmth from Paul's load filled my crack. Boy, that was a real thrill!. . .
CHAPTER ONE
The big Greyhound rolled down the seemingly endless ribbon of highway, leaving behind miles of dull countryside.
I gazed through the dusty window. The rolling hills still green, though summer was almost over, did nothing for my bad temper. I wished the trip would end, yet deep down, I wasn't sure I wanted to get there at all.
I still carried traces of my big disappointment. The summer of carefree fun hadn't succeeded in erasing my doldrums.
After graduating from teachers' college last year, I'd had such high hopes of landing a job in a big school in the city, but to my utter dismay, the best I could get was a job in a country school in some hick town that I had never heard of. A jerkwater place with less than a thousand inhabitants. It was a county seat school with kids coming from all over the county. It ran from first grade through high school, all in the same building.
I was so damned dismal with the whole situation that I actually cried. I finally took it, hoping for better picking next year.
I'm a history major and here I wind up the whole damn history department for some dumb-dumb country school.
I just know I'll be bored to death with all the country yokels, and I refuse to enjoy a single minute of my sentence in "Siberia." Not that I'm such a swinger or hot society broad, but I do like men, probably more than any decent girl should, or at least will admit. I like a good time now and then, and to have somewhere to go and things to do when I get there, especially with a man who doesn't have hay in his ears.
Hey! You're probably wondering who I am. Well, dear, I'm Sharon Gordon-of the Hale Gordons-and my folks are very strict; you could even call them square. My free-wheeling attitude is undoubtedly due to their over-attentiveness to my morals and lady-like demeanor. I'm one choice broad, if you'll pardon what might sound conceited and my unshy manner. Any lucky young stud who's had the pleasure of my young, full body-and there have been a few-will attest to the sweetness of fulfilling a girl who really-likes it. I may even mention a choice interlude or two, later on, for those of you who are red-blooded enough to stick with me through this journal of my adventures of amour in the country. But I digress from the tale at hand, and besides I get hot just thinking about them. And I surely can't slip my hand in my panties for a quick feel to soothe my "dolly" in broad daylight, on a bus yet, now, can I?
Sharon Gordon, I told myself, let's cut out all this goddamn foolishness. You've made your decision; now be a big girl and live with it. Besides, even in a little jerk town, there has to be some guys who like to play. Once those hayseeds get a good look, you know they'll want to play with you; all of you!
I spent the remainder of the trip convincing myself of this, and by the time my destination was in sight, my mood was much improved. I must say, it took a lot of convincing, but nevertheless I did feel in much better spirits.
The bus pulled into the little town-little is an understatement-and jerked to a stop in front of a cafe; the only one in town, in fact.
I peered anxiously through the window. It looked deserted and sleepy; in the middle of the day, mind you. Halfway across the state for this, I moaned to myself. I was, naturally, the only person departing at this oasis in the desert, so I grabbed my coat and small bag and eased my butt up the aisle toward the door. Several men leered lewdly as I passed by.
I didn't mind; in fact, I like an appreciative leer every now and then; does a girl's ego good. I'm rather full-bodied, and when you squeeze all this into a tight blouse and short mini, men can't help but leer. God bless 'em.
It was early September, yet a blast of hot, dry air met me at the door. I stepped out into the bright sunlight to a dusty, drab-looking little town.
The bus driver unloaded my bags from the baggage compartment. He stared at my legs' with hopes of a peek under my skirt, which he didn't get. He then ambled around the bus and into the cafe.
I gave a quick look around and dismally uttered aloud:
"Well, here I am."
"And I'm certainly glad you are," a voice startled me from behind.
I spun around and was face to face with a very good-looking young man. He was tall and masculine, yet almost boyish looking, and grinning from ear to ear, as he looked over the merchandise-and there was merchandise to see. I hate to sound so self-centered, but I am constructed in the manner men appreciate. It's important you understand this, so you can fully enjoy my little tale.
I'm about five-feet, five-inches tall, with curves to spare. I have long, well-shaped legs, with full, round thighs; plainly visible through a short skirt clinging tightly from a long, hot trip. My smooth, flat belly curves up to proud, large breasts that jut out at you-daring the brave to touch. My face is no disappointment to an eager young coxman, either. My lips are sensuous, so men have told me, my nose is pert, and my eyes are dark and sparkling. I'm topped with golden, straw-colored hair; I said topped, but not necessarily bottomed. Even in my somewhat rumpled state, I could see my new admirer was pleased.
"I'm sorry I startled you, Miss Gordon," the young man said apologetically. "My name is Jerry Simpson, the school principal here, also the superintendent, also your reception committee of one."
As he looked me over, it was obvious he liked what he saw. I liked what I saw too. My early misgivings faded away and were replaced with goose bumps of anticipation. Before I could answer...
"You're probably wondering how someone so young holds such a job of importance ... Also, I'm wondering how someone as gorgeous as you finds her way to this little burg."
"Just very talented, I guess," I popped back at him.
"Well, well, a sense of humor too ... along with your, uh, more obvious outstanding qualities, Sharon. I hope I may call you Sharon. Just call me Jerry."
"Okay, Jerry," I answered, "you're calling the shots."
"First, let's get your bags loaded into my car and get us out of this God-awful heat."
This he quickly did. I climbed into the car and he had us speeding down the street to who knows where. I figured I'd find out soon enough.
"Good places to stay are hard to find in this town," Jerry said, "so I've taken the liberty of arranging for you to stay at my place."
My heart soared.
"With Lorna and me. Lorna's my wife, and very anxious to meet you." My heart sank.
"You'll like it there, I'm sure," he added with a wink and a wry smile.
My spirits rose a wee bit with his inference, but I still had a number of doubts at this point.
By the time we pulled into his driveway, we were well acquainted. He had suggested I see the school later, after getting settled and rested up a bit. He told me about his wife, who he said he adored, stressing what a good marriage he had. I thought, at least I'll be safe here ... damn it! I must admit I was at least a little taken with this handsome lothario. He stressed that I should come to him with any and all my problems.
He lugged in my stuff and deposited it in a positively darling room. I knew I'd like it here. He said Lorna wasn't home just now, but would be back shortly, and to make myself at home. He excused himself and vanished ... into the woodwork, I guess.
I unpacked my things and put them away in drawers and closets. Arranging and rearranging until I had things just about the way I wanted, for the time being at least.
A shower would do me wonders, I mused; so shower I did. My body still damp, I slipped into my robe and brushed my hair before the mirror. I felt wonderful.
Returning to my room, I slipped into a pair of high-heeled slippers and pulled a sheer pair of panties up my legs and into place. My room was favored with a full-length mirror, so I took off my robe and threw it on the bed and stood gazing at myself.
What a delightful picture I make, I thought. I held my soft, bull breasts in the palms of my hands.
"Wow, what a handful," I murmured.
I ran a finger around the edge of a nipple. It was large, reddish-brown, and soon protruding. My hands released my breasts and slid down my stomach to the full, dark mound, plainly visible through the thin panties. As I fondled myself, I got the feeling of being watched. I whirled around, and there stood Jerry, brazenly taking in my every movement.
"Jerry!" I screamed. "What are you doing there?"
I crossed my arms in front of myself in a futile effort at modesty.
"Admiring one very gorgeous female," he answered, completely unabashed.
He wasn't at all embarrassed and looked me over from top to bottom. I could only stand in plain view and let him look.
Once the initial shock wore off, I realized he was wearing only his shorts. In spite of the circumstances, my eyes were transfixed to the bulge in the front of his shorts. My pulse throbbed and my temperature soared.
"Go away, Jerry. What if your wife saw you looking at me like this?"
"She'll never know," he whispered huskily, as he stepped towards me.
His arms encircled my waist and he pulled me to him. He seemed completely aware that I would offer very little resistance.
He gently tilted my head and pressed his lips firmly to mine. I knew I should give some resistance, but could only kiss back ... hard! As my bare arms slowly slipped around his shoulders, he parted my lips with his tongue. Slowly his tongue slid into my now-open mouth. He worked it in and out slowly, which excited me very much.
A hard-on doesn't show on a girl, but God knows I had one. He had one too; I could feel it pressing firmly against me.
His hairy chest brushed against my tits, tickling the erect nipples. Our tongues rubbed together as I became more and more passionate.
I could feel my cunt getting moist as I got hotter and hotter. I pulled him tightly to me.
He moaned as he sucked at my lips and tongue. I felt his hand rub up and down my back, then down into my panties and across my ass. He gripped it tightly.
"Oh, Jesus," I panted into his open mouth.
His hand worked its way around my hips, still inside my panties. His fingers were soon in my hair, then slowly went down and slid between my legs. A finger slipped into my wet, slick crack; it felt wonderful. I spread my legs as best I could so he could get at me better.
He slid deeper into my eager channel, working in and out, slowly. As he massaged my joy spot, I reached down and pressed his hand firmly to me.
"Ooooh, Jerry," I moaned, my head tipped back, "you really mustn't do this ... oh, goddamn, ll it feels so good!"
"Woman, you're beautiful. I have to fuck you. I just have to," he hissed.
I made one last feeble protest, meaning it not one bit, and rubbed his fingers savagely into my hairy snatch.
He slowly pushed me back towards the bed, letting me fall into its soft folds. He grasped my panties by the band and yanked them down my thighs.
His eyes blazed as my furry mound came into view. I lifted my legs into the air, my panties hanging on one foot. His throbbing cock was now sticking out of his shorts, eager to get at me. It looked absolutely delicious, fair-to-middlin' size too. I spread my legs open so he could feast his eyes on my love spot.
"Oh, God," he panted, "what a beautiful snatch."
His eyes were filled with lust as he stepped towards me. His hands slid up my legs. He stepped between them and I felt his cock rub against my bare thigh. I felt like swooning.
Then a car door slammed.
"Good Lord, it's Lorna," he cried.
He jammed his cock into his shorts and bolted from the room. I could hear him stumbling madly down the stairs.
"No!" I cried.
I was aghast, bewildered, frustrated, and yes, even damn mad. I wanted that cock ... now! I wanted to be fucked so badly, and the dirty bastard had run out on me. I didn't realize that he had to, my disappointment being so great. When I want it, I'm one of those gals who needs it, badly.
I heard the front door open. Then a cheery female voice:
"Hi ... wow, look at you!"
I was so shook up, I jumped up from the bed and went out to the top of the stairs ... naked. I looked over the edge to the scene below.
She was indeed a knockout. I had figured she would be, judging from Jerry. She looked somewhat surprised to see him standing there in his shorts.
I couldn't make out what they were saying, probably because I was so distraught. She was quite beautiful, very dark complexioned and obviously well stacked, though not as full bodied as I.
Jerry grabbed her in his arms as she pretended to avoid him; an obvious pretense. She tried to act shocked at his sudden passion, but got over it very quickly as her hand slid into his shorts. She flipped his hard cock from his shorts-the hard intended for me-and slowly masturbated him as he kissed her long and passionately. I was getting an excellent view of the action from where I stood.
He grasped the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it over her hips. I could see she had shapely legs, with trim ankles, curvaceous calves, and slim thighs. I could see something else too-she was wearing no panties. Her bush was dark and heavy, covering her mound completely.
Jerry worked his fingers excitedly into her hair. She arched her back and thrust her crotch towards him.
Then I got a real surprise: Jerry slowly slid to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. From the look of pleasure and excitement on her face, I knew it must be wonderful. This was an experience I had somehow missed, in spite of all the sex episodes I had enjoyed. I knew now it was something I'd have, even if I had to ask for it.
I stood watching as she spread her legs eagerly for his onslaught. He rained her with kisses. I clearly saw him spread the lips apart and slip his tongue into the opening. I could feel my own cunt burning with desire. My hand slipped between my legs. I had to cover my mouth with one hand to stifle a groan, while my other hand massaged my burning twat.
Lorna finally slumped to the floor with Jerry sucking vigorously at the spot between her open thighs. Then he straightened up and slipped off his shorts and crawled astride his ready wife. He slipped easily into her and immediately stroked away, Lorna moving with him in a steady rhythm. I hungrily watched as they fucked excitedly there on the floor. My, but I longed for that prong to be in me.
Their pace quickened. I could tell Lorna was coming as she rolled her hips and jerked about furiously. I could hear her now.
"Oh, lover boy, do it hard. Ram it to me, honey, I'm coming! I'm coming ... oh, good, good."
"I'm coming too, baby. Ooooh ... it's good."
He pumped hard and fast, then slowed down, with long, careful strokes--.
Finally he fell in a heap on the soft flesh beneath him. They lay like that for quite awhile. When they finally began to stir, my senses returned long enough for me to beat a quick retreat back to my room.
I lay on my bed and fondled myself. I kept it up until I had the rewarding climax I had been craving. It wasn't like having a man, but would have to suffice for right now, anyway. I was sure that Jerry had known I was watching, the bastard. I only hoped Lorna hadn't. Of course, even if she had, she didn't let it bother her any, so why should I worry about it?
I got dressed a little later and went down to meet the mistress of the household. It was obvious that she was embarrassed. I acted as though nothing had happened, which seemed to ease her fears. By the end of the evening she was completely relaxed, and we seemed to be getting along very well. I was sure that I was going to like it there.
The following day Jerry took me over to the school and showed me around. I'd been looking forward to this, but wouldn't you know it, his wife tagged along? You know, I don't think she trusted that man, and I'm sure she didn't trust me.
It was a nice school. Fairly new and really quite large for a country school. Of course, I had to remember, it did house the whole class structure from top to bottom. He showed me the lounge, assembly hall, and all the various rooms used by the teachers and student body. My room was a nice big room and I was really quite pleased with the whole setup.
The next day was Sunday. I got up late and had coffee and toast with the Simpsons. Just one big happy family. We went for a drive in the afternoon, and I saw a lot of the countryside. It was very pretty that time of year. Lorna wouldn't let her man out of her sight-smart girl. She was always present when I was around.
The long day came to an end and I got ready for bed. I slipped into a sheer shortie nightgown and slid between the crisp, cool sheets. I hugged myself and thought of the many exciting days that lay ahead. I was actually looking forward to it now. I was sure there was a great deal more in store for me in this little town than I had ever imagined.
And, I must add, I wasn't to be the least bit disappointed-as you will see.
At any rate, I was now indoctrinated and ready for the fun ... er, work to begin.
CHAPTER TWO
I rose early on Monday and eagerly prepared for my first day of teaching school. Jerry drove me to school. It really was close enough to walk, but he felt that since it was my first day, I should be there early and have someone to help me get started. It was the first time we'd been alone since he'd put the make on me and then run out. He was more than anxious to make amends.
"Gee whiz, girl," he pleaded, "I sure as hell didn't want to leave you. I'll make it up to you, I promise, and I'll never duck out on you again. I really was hot for your body, you know. I knew you were watching while I poured it to Lorna on the floor. I don't know why, but knowing you were looking down on us made it all the hotter."
He shook his head in sorrow.
"And Lorna got the benefit from it. I really am sorry. Am I forgiven?"
"I'll forgive you, only if you do it tome ... better ... and very soon."
"Better! I'll fuck ... uh, sorry. I'll do it so much it'll make you scream for me to stop."
"That'll be the day," I said. "Don't apologize, I like horny language from a man, it makes me hot." I laid my hand on his thigh.
"Sharon, God, what a hot little bitch you are. Don't start me up now, honey, we really haven't got the time."
This just spurred me on, and I slid my hand up his leg and grabbed his hardening tool through his trousers. He swerved in the road. As I said, we lived closely to the school; in fact, we were already there. Jerry pulled into his parking place and looked all around the area. Since we had left quite early, there was no one else in sight.
"The place is still deserted," he muttered, turning to face me. "I wish I could fuck you right now, Sharon. Oh, how I'd like to fuck you-over and over."
He slid his hand under my skirt, up my thigh, and hit pay dirt. His fingers deftly slid the crotch of my panties aside and slipped between the hairy lips. I opened my legs to him and moaned my pleasure as my hand rubbed his staff with vigor.
His lips eagerly sought mine and crushed against me as I unzipped his pants. His tongue slid rapidly into my mouth as I reached into his pants and wrapped my long fingers around his bursting cock. I quickly had it out and jacked him off with long, deliberate strokes. His tongue rammed deeply into my mouth; his finger rammed into my cunt. I pulled free of his mouth and tossed myheadback, gasping for air.
"I'm so hot, so hot," I panted.
I turned my head and looked at his cock throbbing in my hand. I pulled the skin all the way down, then all the way back up. Jerry lurched and sucked air noisily through his teeth. He lifted his head and looked all around the school yard again.
He looked hungrily at me and dipped his face to my warm, lush thighs. He covered them with wet kisses. His tongue darted around the crease by my lips, wetting the hair. My open legs were wet from his tongue, and when it slid back and forth in the creases of skin I almost screamed. He pulled ... the elastic stretched, pulling my panties tightly into the crack of my ass as he strained nobly to get at me. I had my legs stretched as far apart as I could possibly get them. I was nearly rigid with delight as his tongue sought its mark and wormed up, up into my pulsing cunt. Oh, his tongue felt so long and coarse. What a simply devine feeling as his tongue lashed at my opening.
"Goo'ness, yoo tas' soo goo ... ood!" his muffled voice said.
"Oooh, so long ... so rough. Lick me, honey, lick me all over! Oooh, that's just wonderful ... you darling man!"
I was jerking furiously on his prick in my frenzy. I felt it harden and go rigid as the rascal jumped in my hand and exploded ... all over the place. I felt his come running down my hand.
"Keerist!" he bellowed, sitting upright like a bolt of lightning.
I had kissed a hot cock or two in my day, even sucked a little, but never to completion. Never had I tasted a man's love juice; now was the time. I was so hot I could scream as I jammed my head under the wheel and greedily wrapped my hungry lips around his spouting prick. I took it all and wiped it clean as I dragged my mouth back up its length. What pure ecstasy as I sucked it out as fast as it spurted forth. It tasted like nectar from the gods-jeez, what I had been missing. He banged my head against the steering wheel as he lifted his ass to meet my urgent sucking. I didn't even feel it as his honey oozed into my fervent lips. I pulled the remaining juices into my mouth; he was dry at last. He almost screamed for mercy as I strained to get the last drop.
I came. I came even though he had jerked his mouth from me. He had replaced it with his hand and, in his excitement, had done a very admirable job of masturbating me. The wonderful feeling washed through my body and sent chills racing up my spine.
"Oh, God, that was wonderful," I sighed.
I sat up and pressed my lips to his. The taste of Sharon mingled with the taste of Jerry as our tongues laced together. I was gripping his wilted penis and his hand was firmly between my thighs as we kissed.
A car entered the school yard. We jerked apart at the sound. Jerry quickly took out his handkerchief and cleaned the remaining signs of love. I straightened my rumpled dress. What a way to start a teaching career-with rumpled clothes. Jerry zipped up and jumped from the car. He came around and opened my door. We entered the school together-a new teacher and her principal.
I went to the teachers' powder room and finished correcting the flaws and telltale signs our bout with love may have left. I lifted my skirt and gazed down at myself. There must be something wrong with me, the way I like sex, I thought. I laughed, patted "Baby" on her pouting lips, pulled my panties up into the crack of my ass, and went to my home room.
The first day went beautifully-smooth and invigorating. How could it go any other way with the positively delightful way it began? I must admit, I let my thoughts drift to sex several times that day. I still did pretty well for a greenhorn.
I liked the students and I liked the courses I was teaching, especially History II. It was all seniors and a lot more interesting to teach. There were several very good-looking boys. One in particular caught my eye. He was Paul Smith and seemed very mature. He was very good looking, very well built, and had a marvelous pair of bedroom eyes. Every time he looked at me they had sex written all over them. I didn't dress to reveal myself in class, like I did out of class, but my figure was hard to keep hidden. Aside from that, teachers dress more revealingly than the spinster types of yesteryear.
The week progressed without incident. Then it was Friday, the end of my first week. I was very happy with the whole setup, even though I hadn't had a second alone with Jerry since memorable Monday morning. I had spent a great deal of thought on how to get him alone. It had proved to be a very difficult task with Lorna watching him like a hawk all the time. I sat in class and came to the conclusion that Jerry just would not suffice as the only outlet for my loving nature. After all, once a week just would not do-never in a million years. I could live for a week without any loving, but sure as hell, not week in and week out. I've got to admit, I kinda like that stuff.
History II was the last class of the day, and it finally arrived. As I mentioned, I didn't dress to show myself off in class, but as you know, styles have changed and girls wear their skirts much shorter than they used to. I'm no exception, and a skirt a little above the knee can reveal a bit of flesh when a girl sits down. And yes, fellows, my skirt did show a bit more tantalizing pink flesh than eager young eyes should see.
Paul, the sexy young stud I mentioned, was sitting in a very advantageous position to gaze upon my dimpled knees ... which he did. I wickedly inched my skirt a bit higher as the period wore on. His complete fascination did my heart good. His glances were almost brazen-I loved them. My plump thighs were a match for his history book, any old day. He sat in the front seat in the last row, and the way my desk was positioned, his was the only good view of me behind my desk. I felt frisky so I worked my skirt a bit higher. I caught him, from the corner of my eye, stealing glances at my legs. I spent the period easing my hemline up, bit by bit, higher and higher. I didn't dare go too far, but by the end of class, a rather generous portion of thigh above my hose was clearly in view. I'd have liked to have given him a real sight, but couldn't-not right now, anyway.
The early September weather had been quite warm, so, in the interests of comfort, I hadn't worn panties. Paul didn't know this, of course, but I secretly wished that he did. Also, it would make it easier for Jerry if we got alone again. But we hadn't, so comfort was the only benefit I had derived so far.
I opened and closed my legs with slow, deliberate care to allow Paul as much scenery as possible, pretending all the while that I was unaware of his lustful glances. He was getting visibly flustered, and I most certainly was not the calmest chick in that classroom.
Near the end of the period, I decided I must take drastic action, so I asked for a volunteer to help me hang some posters in readiness for Monday's classes. I was sure Paul would be one of the eager ones to volunteer; he was. I pretended to look around the class for my choice from the many waving hands. I put my forefinger to my lips.
"I believe you will do nicely, Paul. You're quite tall, and I imagine very strong."
He grinned broadly at this bit of flattery. He was eager, very eager. Just the way I like them.
The few remaining minutes of class dragged by as I savored the thought of seducing this manly young senior. Finally the bell rang and the students poured into the waiting hall. The bedlam was considerable as kids scrambled for their lockers and freedom. The room was soon empty, except for Paul and myself. He fidgeted in his seat and grinned a bit self-consciously. His handsome face was flushed with excitement.
"Paul, would you come over here, please?" I finally said.
"Yes, of course, Miss Gordon."
His hand slid into his pocket as he jumped from his seat and sauntered to my desk. I suspected he was trying to conceal the hard-on he surely must have had.
"I'm rather glad I chose you, Paul," I said, as I rolled my chair out from my desk, my skirt high above my knees. "You seem like such a nice boy, and a very able student too."
His face colored slightly.
"I'm glad you chose me too," he blurted out, "because you're my favorite teacher."
"Why, thank you, Paul. You're awfully sweet to say so. Why don't you just call me Sharon ... when it's just you and I, of course." I winked at him.
He was obviously pleased, though flustered, as he fidgeted first on one foot and then the other. He couldn't keep from glancing at the copious thigh bared before him. I pretended not to notice.
"Gee, Miss Gor.. .uh, Sharon, that would be swell."
"Splendid. Now be a dear and get that high stool over there while I get the posters, and we'll get on with our task."
He scurried to the corner to fetch the stool. I went to the closet to get a couple of posters. While my back was to him, I unbuttoned the two top buttons on my blouse. My breasts strained to get free. The blouse was a bit tight, and thusly loosened, revealed ample cleavage for the most discerning of tit men. I went to the door and looked down the deserted hall, pulled it shut, and returned to the front of the room.
His eyes almost dropped from their sockets at the sight of all that cleavage. He swallowed hard.
"Now, you climb up on the stool," I directed, "and I'll hand a poster up to you."
He nimbly jumped upon the stool and reached down for the poster. I stood closely to the stool and the view from on high must have been well worth the price of a ticket. He swallowed another lump from his throat and stared down the front of my blouse. He finally realized what he was doing and took the poster from my hand.
His hands trembled as he put the poster in place. He pressed the thumbtacks into the wall. He climbed down, moved the stool over, and climbed back up. I intentionally leaned forward and handed him the other poster. I could almost feel his eyes boring into the front of my blouse. I pretended to steady him and put my arms around his legs.
"Don't fall, dear," I said.
I ran my hand up his leg past his knee. I could feel him tremble as the tips of my fingers touched the tip of his throbbing member. He seemed to tense at this, so I withdrew my hand. Sure didn't want to scare the kid off. There was really little chance of this, and I knew it. Just didn't want to rush him too fast. I contented myself with pressing my breasts against his legs for the remainder of his labor.
I stood back, put the tip of my finger to my lips, and viewed the posters. I cocked my head from side to side as if to determine their straightness.
Paul had jumped down from the stool. He didn't utter a sound, just stood with his mouth open and a trace of sweat on his brow.
"Lift me up, Paul. I think that second one is a little crooked."
His trembling hands grasped me by the hips and he lifted me neatly onto the stool.
"My, but you're strong," I flattered him.
He blushed, then smiled and mumbled something. I reached for the poster, standing on one leg with the other in the air behind me. This was a good position as it spread my skirt at the bottom. I pretended to wobble.
"Oh, hold the stool steady, Paul," I cried. "I surely don't want to fall."
He quickly grabbed the stool. As I said, it was a high stool, putting his eyes just below my hemline. He must have gotten a direct view as he stared up between my legs. His face brushed against my leg. I could plainly hear his heavy breathing and felt his breath against my knee. I turned and squatted down.
"Let me jump down now, honey."
I pretended to slip a little and sat down with a thump. Paul lunged to catch me. He found himself standing between my outstretched legs with his arms around my waist. My skirt was up around my ass with but a fraction of an inch hiding my maidenly charms.
"Oh, gee, I'm sorry." His face flushed with embarrassment.
"Don't be, honey," I whispered huskily. "Please hold me tight."
I knew when to act, and this was when. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. His arms tightened around my waist as he kissed back. I pressed my breasts to his chest and slowly parted his lips with my tongue. As his mouth opened, I slid my tongue in and out in an obvious simile. I suddenly pulled away from him.
"Now I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have done that, Paul, but you're so darn attractive."
"Oh, yes, yes, you should have. Sharon, please."
"But, Paul, what if someone should come?"
"They won't. They won't, I'm sure," he pleaded. "Anyway, I can go and lock the door. Please, let me kiss you again."
"But really, Paul, I'm so much older than you." I really wasn't, being only twenty-two. "And besides, I'd get fired if anyone ever found out that I made love with one of my students."
"No one will ever find out. I'll never tell a soul," he begged softly, running his hand up my back. The sly young devil.
I pretended to struggle with the decision. Then:
"All right, darling."
I put a hand behind his neck and once again met his lips with mine. It was a deep, wet kiss-the kind that set you on fire.
"Run and lock the door, honey ... oh, hurry back ... I need you. I want you, I really do."
"I want you too," he answered, half choking on the words.
He ran to the door, jammed on the lock, and almost flew back to my side.
I slid down from the stool and took him by the hand. I led him to my desk and turned to face him. As I slipped my arms around his neck, his face dipped to mine. We stood there kissing like mad. I pressed my body to him, feeling his erection against my mound. As we frenched, I rubbed my stomach slowly back and forth against his erect manhood. He moaned with desire. I unwound my arms from his neck and pushed him back, gently.
"And now, you darling, it's time to give you a real reward for helping me."
With this, I took my skirt by the hem and lifted it above my hips. My lush Venus mound stood in contrast to my white legs and tummy. His eyes all but rolled out onto the floor. He licked his lips and stared at my beauty, which was completely covered with dark-brown hair-I only said I was topped with golden straw-colored hair, remember? His eyes bugged out as I leaned back against the desk and shoved my cunt out to meet him.
I reached out and took his hand, rubbing it in the magnificent down below my belly. His hand brushed across my thighs and played around the fringe. I shoved it up between my legs and pressed it tightly to my crack. He was breathing hard and fast-and sweating.
I don't think I have ever been any hotter myself. Being the complete aggressor in this rape of a ripe youth had me tingling from head to toe. I'm quite sure he had never been this worked up, either. He obviously didn't know exactly what to do next as he timidly worked his hand between my thighs. I put my arms around his neck and looked into his face.
"Have you ever done this sort of thing with a girl before?"
"Gosh, no. I've peeked on a couple of girls getting undressed," he confessed, "but never touched them. Oh, gee, you feel so soft and nice. I just love you, Miss ... I mean, Sharon."
"Well, how do I compare with them, darling?" I spread my legs apart to give him a better view.
"Gosh, there just isn't any comparison. You've got to be the most beautiful girl in the world."
His face was flushed with adoration.
"Thank you, darling," I purred, "even if it isn't so."
"Oh, but it is. You're just ... just, well, beautiful!"
I rubbed the hair on the back of his neck with my fingers. His were firmly entrenched in the ruby lips between my legs. I bent forward and kissed him. First on the forehead, then the cheeks, ears, nose, and finally touched my wet lips to his open mouth. My tongue darted in and out and gently caressed his lips.
I dropped my hand to the front of his trousers and tenderly rubbed the swollen spot. He gasped. I pulled at his zipper and it slowly descended. My hand quickly slipped into the gaping opening and my fingers curled around his rigid penis. He could only moan and roll his eyes in appreciation. I gripped it tightly and pulled it free. I looked down at it and gasped at its beauty. It really wasn't unusually large, but still quite a good chunk. I hadn't realized a boy under twenty could have such a large pecker. It was larger than Jerry's, I must admit. I guess I didn't expect a high school boy's cock to throb and fill my hand with its hardness. It seemed to wink at me through its one tiny eye.
"Oh, Paul, it's exquisite," I squealed, "and so big and hard!"
He was obviously delighted with my pleasure in his size. Men are that way.
I remembered the look of pure ecstasy on Lorna's face when Jerry buried his face in her bush, and the complete delight when his lips worked on me. I wanted Paul to go down on me; in fact, I was determined to have this handsome young man suck me off. I figured I'd have to instigate it, and only hoped he wouldn't be against the idea. A few men are.
"Paul honey," I said huskily, as I gently squeezed and pulled on his penis, "have you ever kissed a girl ... down there?" I glanced at my cunt.
"No, I never have ... Would you like for me to? I'll do anything you want me to, Sharon. Do you? Just say so."
"Do you know just what I'm talking about, honey?" I whispered.
"Oh, sure," he bragged. "I've read about it in lots of books. Even saw some pictures. It's called trenching a girl, isn't it?"
He was now trying to appear very worldly. I didn't answer, so he plodded bravely on, considerably more self-assured than he had been only a few short minutes ago.
"I'll kiss you and suck you until you come." He blushed a little. "I really do love you, and I'll do anything that'll please you. Besides, I've always wanted to do it to a girl."
"All right, darling, I'll free your charger ... and," I said, letting go of his cock, "you kneel here in front of me, and we'll just see if you learned anything from those pictures and books. You'll find this much more enjoyable than reading about it. I have a feeling you'll be very good."
He began by timidly kissing my thighs, his lips leaving wet spots as he worked his way toward my waiting cunt. He expertly teased me as he jumped past my vitals and went up to my belly. He kissed around my navel and slowly started downward. His nose nuzzled around the fringes of the downy hair, then inched to where it was thick and curly. Finally his lips came to the sensitive folds of my cunt, spread and waiting for his onslaught. He lightly kissed the pouting flesh, and then shot his tongue into the warm, moist crack.
"Oh, darling, darling, oh, more, please! Faster, oh, your tongue feels so ... push it into me, yes, yes, like that. Deeper. Deeper." His tongue felt inside me. "Harder ... faster, suck, you little bastard! More, honey, more!" I couldn't control myself at all.
I closed my legs on his head, then opened them again. It felt so damn good. I grabbed his head in my hands and pulled his face tighter to me. I pulled at his hair and ears, in an effort to drag him farther into my crotch. His tongue worked frantically now, making me frantic with pleasure. Thrills filled my groin as I felt an orgasm coming. I shuddered and jerked his head to me, almost smothering him. It was an exceptionally good orgasm. It's always been when you're real hot, and I sure was. I leaned back, arching my pussy to him, as that wonderful feeling numbed my whole body. I writhed in pure pleasure.
Paul was hot too, very hot. He raised his face and looked up to mine. He was very pleased that he had thrilled me so. I sat on the edge of the desk and wrapped my legs around his sweaty neck, hugging him to me.
"Oh, you magnificent creature, I adore you," I cried.
He beamed with pleasure at my words.
"Now it's your turn to come. I'm going to let you fuck me!" I was delighted with my foul language directed at this tender youth. "Yes, you must fuck me. Fuck me long, fuck me hard, fuck me for all you're worth, and I hope it lasts all night. Honey, I want you to push that long, hard cock of yours as far up my pussy as it'll go. Now, stand up, I want you inside of me, all of you."
"Oh, I want inside of you, Sharon," he gulped.
Paul got up from his knees, and I reached out and undid his belt buckle. His pants slowly slipped down his legs and ended in a heap at his feet.
Next, I yanked at his shorts and they followed his pants in the journey to the floor. As he kicked his crumpled clothes free, I slid from my perch on the desk.
"Let's make a little bed here on the floor for me to lie on," I said, as I arranged his pants and shorts. It was a rather meager pallet, but I'd have gotten right on the floor, in my frame of mind.
I dropped down onto the floor and lay back on the rumpled bed. I pulled my dress up over my hips, exposing me completely from the waist down. Paul feasted on the sight for a moment and then eagerly kneeled between my outstretched limbs. He no longer seemed like the innocent youth of an hour ago as he laid his muscular frame on me. He was a bit awkward trying to enter me, actually many men are, so I reached down to help him. I nuzzled the head against the wet lips and slowly pushed it in. It entered with ease. God, what a feeling. I was well prepared for his delightful intruder. Once inside, he pushed hard and was quickly in all the way.
"Oh, Sharon, this is wonderful. You feel so good in there," he cried in my ear.
It almost hurt my ear, it was so loud, but under the circumstances I really didn't hear it at all. He emitted little sounds of pleasure as the friction rubbed his tool red hot. My blood was boiling again as his stalwart rod rammed to the very depths of my sex.
I could only mutter soft, mewing sounds as I got hotter and felt the good feeling of sexual pleasure flood through me. He became more agitated and worked faster, shoving his rod unmercifully into me. His groin banged against mine as he fucked for all he was worth, which was plenty. He would indeed make a marvelous sex athlete, and with very little practice, to boot.
"Slow down, darling," I hissed. "Don't you dare come yet. I'm not ready ... Oooh, it's so good, baby, make it last."
I could sense he was near. I tried to hold him still with my legs, but to no avail. I couldn't stop him, so I figured I best help him. I humped with my hips and wound my legs around the small of his back. Then I just plain wiggled my ass for all I was worth.
"Ooooh, Jesus. Ooooh, shit ... Sharon, it's wonderful," he bellowed. "Yes, yes, wiggle it more. Shake it, honey! Oh, darling, I'm ... I'm coming. Sooo good. I don't think I can stand it!"
He came with a gush to end all gushes. I felt the hot cream pour into my loins. It seemed to fill me. I kept bucking, in hopes of coming myself, but he fell in a heap on my writhing body. We both became still and just lay there for what seemed forever. Life finally seeped back into him. He raised up and his limp member slipped from my crack. He kneeled in front of me, shyly grinning. I sat up and put my hands on his shoulders. I pulled him to me and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"Did you like it, darling?" I breathed into his ear.
"like it? Oh, Sharon, it was the greatest experience of my life. Gosh, you're so wonderful. I wish I could've lasted longer."
"That's all right, honey," I consoled him, "next time-and there will be many, many next times, I assure you-we'll work on making it last longer. You really did a masterful job, especially since it was your first."
"I'd do it again, right now, but I feel drained," he said mournfully.
"I understand, baby, we'll make up for it another day ... soon."
About this time I had a feeling of urgency to get this boy out of there, I couldn't explain why, even to myself. I rushed him into his clothes, petted him and kissed him out the door-and none too soon!
Paul bounded down the hall and around the corner out of sight with the typical exuberance of youth and first love. I had no more than straightened my skirt and fluffed at my hair, than from around the opposite corner came Jerry. I trembled at the thought of his arrival being thirty minutes earlier. I had to get a grip on my self and calm my shattered composure in a hurry. I succeeded, at least to a point, and appeared fairly calm as Jerry came into the room.
"Well, well, Miss Sharon, how was the first week of school in the sticks?" he cheerily greeted me.
"Just grand, Jerry," I calmly replied. "I really do believe I'm going to like it here, very much."
"That's great. I was hoping you would. You know, you really add a lot of class to this dump."
I noticed he was lustfully looking at the front of my blouse. I looked down and gasped. My blouse was wide open. It had gotten unbuttoned a couple more notches, giving a view almost down to my belly button.
"Wow," he muttered, "I wish I was in one of your classes. Is this the way they teach history now? A little more like biology, I'd say."
"Oh, dear, no," I lied, "it was so hot in here, I just unbuttoned a little to cool off. After the students had gone, of course, you naughty boy," I added emphatically.
"I was just kidding, baby, not reprimanding you. I know you wouldn't seduce one of these young kids. You need a real man, like me."
Little did he know!
"How would I know what kind of a man you are? Little babies can suck, you know," I said.
"That was uncalled for," he spat, in apparent anger.
He grabbed a breast with one hand and jerked me to him with the other. He arched my back as he kissed me, roughly squeezing my breast at the same time, I pressed my body to him with ardor. He turned and shoved the door shut. I wondered why he didn't bother to lock the door. He must have sensed my question.
"Don't worry about the door. There won't be anyone else around tonight. The kids have flown the coop and the janitor doesn't come in until tomorrow," he assured me. "You know, I promised Lorna that I'd never fuck another woman." He cupped a breast in his hand.
"Why annoy me with your little games then?"
It really did annoy me to have him always giving out with the good-husband-and-wife bit, when I knew it was a pile of shit.
"Aw, come on, baby, don't get so testy. You know I was just trying to be funny. I breaks lots of promises, especially that one."
He pulled me to my chair in the front of the room, then sat and jerked me roughly to his lap. His hands deftly unhooked my bra and my mountainous breasts swung free. He pushed aside the loose bra and quickly lowered his lips to a jutting nipple. His lips worked that tit over pretty good. He sucked and gently nipped it with his teeth until the nipple was hard and standing at attention.
"Sharon baby, I have to love you a little. It's awfully late, but it's been a week since I've been near you."
I didn't answer. I just tilted my head back and enjoyed his urgent sucking as his lips switched to my other breast. He soon had it in the same condition as the first. He lifted me to my feet and got up from the chair. He kneeled before me and unbuttoned the rest of my blouse and buried his face in my tits. He kissed them all over and down my belly to the top of my skirt. He skipped the skirt and rained hot, wet kisses all up and down my thighs. I opened my thighs with a sigh as his wet mouth kissed the entrance to my cunt. I couldn't tell you how he fucked, but I knew the tremendous tongue action he was capable of. I raised my legs and threw them over his shoulders. His fingers parted the lips widely apart and his expert tongue eased into the hairy opening.
I was so hot again that I grabbed the arms of the chair and squirmed all over the chair. He kept with me all the way, his tongue going like mad. He had his mouth open, surrounding the lips, as his tongue worked in and out and over my sensitive button. I was frantic with desire and quickly on the verge of spending. I was in heaven as I reached complete fulfillment. I shoved my cunt into his face, sighing with contentment.
He raised his head and asked:
"How did you like that?"
I answered by pulling his face to mine and kissing him long and hard. I forced my tongue into his mouth and licked all around. His tongue was wet and slick as he answered in kind.
"Boy, you must have really been hot; you were really lubricated for action. I don't think I ever ate a gal as gooey as you were."
I had to stifle a laugh as it dawned on me that Jerry had just eaten Paul's recently deposited load. Hope he liked it.
"From the way you were moaning and jumping around, can I assume you came?"
"Yes, darling, yes. It was grand," was all I could muster.
"I'm going to do something now that I've wanted to do from the first moment I laid eyes on your gorgeous boobs," he said gleefully. "We really don't have time to knock off a piece right, and in spite of what you said, I just ain't going to rush it the first time. When this proud fellow," he patted the sizable bulge in his pants, "gets in that luscious snatch of yours, he's planning on doing some soaking."
He unbuttoned his pants and pulled his hard cock out as they slid below his knees. His shorts went next. I wondered what he had in mind, in fact, I was anxious. He stepped up closely to the chair and had me sit on the edge. It finally dawned on me, as he shoved his cock between my breasts, that he intended to jack himself off between them.
I shrugged my shoulders. What the hell, he'd already made me happy. I took a tit in each hand and pressed them tightly around his staff. I rolled them up and down on his cock. He started to move too, swaying his hips as he went. I bunched the ample flesh around him as he shoved up and down through the satin, velvety valley. I squeezed hard.
"God, Sharon, this is marvelous," he gasped.
He increased his speed. The faster he went, the better it felt to me. I was actually getting quite a bang out of it. I felt him go very rigid and his cock seemed to turn to stone. He was going like a piston now.
"Oh!" he said with a deep groan.
His charger jumped to life. It jerked and started to spurt. The creamy liquid hit my chin, my mouth, as it continued to squirt at me. He kept pumping violently as the thick cream ran down my chin and dripped to my breasts. He fell against me as his cock gave its last. He rested a moment, then jumped up.
"Gosh, I really didn't intend to come all over your face like that," he apologized, pulling out his handkerchief.
"Don't apologize, dear boy," I said. "Actually, I loved it." I rolled my tongue around my lips with a smack.
He wiped my neck and chin and dabbed around my lips to get what I had missed. He bent forward and started kissing my breasts. As he sucked on one very rigid nipple I reached between his legs and grabbed his softening cock. It was sticky and growing limper by the second. I worked on it a little, even though I knew it was getting late. It failed to rise, so I let it drop. We went to the teachers' lounge and made ourselves presentable for the trip home.
We left the school and climbed into his car. He still had some passion left in him, keeping his hand under my skirt all the way. I had my arms around him and kissed him constantly. On the cheek, ear, nose and lips, as fast as I could. He liked every minute of it and gently rubbed my little button to full erection. Boy, I was hot, but we were there.
As we pulled into the driveway, I jumped to my side of the seat-good thing too. Lorna looked out the window at us as we entered the house. I'm sure we'd covered all our tracks, but she still looked very suspiciously at us both.
Supper was ready, so we sat and ate. I helped Lorna with the dishes and told them my good nights. I was beat and ready for early retirement.
I took a hot bath and went right to bed, exhausted. I lay in bed and thought of the full week behind me.
I had really become the promiscuous teacher, raping a student and letting the principal have free run of me. A person can really let this sex thing get out of hand, if you try. And I sure as hell try. One thing for sure, no crazy mixed-up guilt feelings. I knew how I loved it and I'm positive the boys did. If Jerry didn't exercise his ardor on me, it would be some other broad; and Paul would be banging some innocent young thing soon enough, anyway, so why not let him learn the right way? As for me, I took my pill regularly and needed lots of sex to stay happy. You read about these gals who are nymphos. I don't think I'm one of those, but I do need lots of loving; and I don't mean the home and kids kind. I don't get frantic if I don't get any, but I just can't seem to turn it down when the opportunity arises. And with me, it seems the opportunity arises awful damn frequently. I don't know, maybe I look for it and encourage it to happen. What the hell, nobody's perfect.
I was very tired and soon started to drop off to sleep. My thoughts mixed between the promise to be a good girl or to be a girl that's good. I sat up-are they really any different? Without deciding the answer, I lay back down and fell into a deep and refreshing sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The next couple of weeks proved rather uneventful. Jerry really kept quite busy most of the time with his double duties as principal and superintendent. Lorna watched him like a hawk the rest of the time. He worked in the evening quite often.
This should offer some good opportunities, but I'm afraid it would be rather obvious if we were both gone all the time. Paul went out for football which filled a great deal of his free time. He had managed one evening since our original fling. I must say, his staying power had improved a bit. He borrowed his dad's car, and a blanket along with his good hard-on had proved quite enjoyable for me. I'm quite sure that many evenings his mind was on things other than football, especially right after history class.
I managed to keep busy most of the time, however. My classes were filled with activities and often proved quite hectic. I seemed to have papers to correct many evenings and the rest passed watching TV, reading or some such thing.
The weather was getting cooler but still warm enough to go without panties. Actually, I go without panties a good deal of the year, wearing them only when it is cold and blustery out. Anyway, this particular morning I skipped the panties, as usual, and slipped into a short skirt and tight sweater. I glanced in the mirror as I left my room and had to admit I looked pretty damn sexy for an old maid schoolteacher of twenty-two. My oversized breasts would show up rather predominantly in an oversized sweater, let alone an undersized one.
At breakfast, Jerry announced he was going to the city and would not be back until the next afternoon. School business of some sort, he briefly explained. He left before I did with his bag and a sheaf of papers. Lorna seemed quite cheerful with her man leaving, but I didn't think anything about it. I finished my coffee and slipped into a light coat..
"Sharon, why don't you come home for lunch, instead of eating at the cafeteria?" Lorna asked."
"We really haven't gotten to know each other nearly as well as I'd hoped, and with Jerry gone we can work on it."
"I'd love to, Lorna," I replied, "and I really do agree we ought to get better acquainted with each other. It's strange how people can live in the same house and manage to not know one another at all. I'm really quite pleased that you asked me."
"Good, then it's settled, I'll see you about noon. Jerry takes off on these trips several times a year, not to mention his nighttime working, and it'll be fun to have you as a closer friend."
As I slipped into my coat, I noticed the rather strange look Lorna gave me. I thought maybe she didn't approve of the way I dressed, the damn prude. After all, she dresses with the times and shows a pretty good form herself. I tossed it off on the way to school, convincing myself it had been my imagination.
I saw Paul in the hall and stopped to chat with him for a moment. He told me there wasn't any football practice tonight because tomorrow was a game. I could see anticipated sex written all over his face. The poor boy was dying for a little of that old pee-hole punching. I pretended to miss the point, frustrating him no end, but as we parted I gave him a sexy wink and told him I'd see if I needed any help after school. He bounded down the hall, a very elated young man.
The morning came to an end, and I walked the few blocks home. The wind had a chill of coming winter to it and the warm house felt good. I pulled off my coat and threw it on the couch. Lorna called from the kitchen. I went in and was delighted to see she had a regular banquet laid out. She also had changed clothes and looked quite ravishing.
"Oh, Lorna," I stammered, "you really shouldn't have gone to all this trouble."
"I really did want to, Sheri. May I call you Sheri? I think it's much sexier than Sharon. It's the first time you've come home for lunch, and I thought ... well, something a little extra is fun sometimes." She giggled.
"Don't misunderstand me, I'm tickled to death, just didn't want you to go toa lot of extra trouble," I quickly explained.
"No trouble, honey. Here, let me give you a highball before we eat."
Now I knew why she acted so different; she had been tippling. Who'd have believed it?
"Well ... maybe just one. I have to finish teaching school today, remember?"
I did have a highball; in fact, three. We giggled and girl talked our way through lunch. Luckily, I had an hour and a half for lunch because we frittered away quite a bit of time. I decided I really did like her; she was a lot of fun when she loosened up. She wouldn't hear of my helping her cleanup and suggested I go in and lie down for a few minutes before going back to school. I must admit, three highballs make me a little giddy, so I readily agreed to a tiny catnap.
I must have dozed off, because all of a sudden I was startled to feel a hand on my thigh and warm breath on my cheek. My eyes popped open; and there, to my utter surprise, was Lorna. She was sitting on the floor by the couch, her hand on my leg. Her face was very close to mine, and she was breathing quite heavily.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Sheri," she apologized in a very soft and sensuous tone, "I didn't mean to waken you."
I sat up quickly and gave her the old fish-eye look.
"Uh, that's okay. I'm probably about late now, anyway."
"You've plenty of time, honey. You only dozed for a minute or two. Lay back and rest."
Wow! I thought, maybe I'm the prude. Her hand gently rubbed across my thighs, and I would swear I saw passion in those dark, flashing eyes. I'll honestly admit that I've never had any sexual encounters with another woman; nor had I ever had any particular desire to. Not to say the thought repulsed me or anything; I'd just never given it any thought either way. I'm afraid I must confess that at this point I was rather curious to see just what she would do, so I eased back into the comfort of the couch.
"That's much better," she cooed. "You really should relax when you can. Teaching school is exhausting work; I know, I've done it too."
"Okay," I said, and relaxed.
This seemed to give her the reassurance she was seeking. She laid her head gently on my breast and slowly massaged my legs. She rubbed and kneaded my knee, then slowly on up, almost to my crotch. I closed my eyes and laid my head back. She was so gentle, and it did feel relaxing. This seemed to spur her onward, because she slipped her hand under my skirt. She lightly ran her fingers over my hose and then gripped the soft flesh of my thigh. She was breathing faster now, and ever so lightly rolled the side of her face around on my heaving breast. She was definitely on her way now, and I'd decided I sure as hell wasn't going to stop her.
She evidently sensed this, because her hand immediately slid up my thigh past the top of my hose, something like a sigh escaped her lips as her fingers touched the warm flesh. She was pressing her face more firmly to my breast, as her fingers stole to the real treasure and quickly slipped into the pubic hair.
"Oh," she gasped, jerking her head up, "you're not wearing panties, Sheri. I was hoping you weren't. May I.". , could I ... look at it?"
"Well, yes, I guess so. But ... this is kind of surprising. I ... I...." I stammered.
"Don't look so shocked, darling. Girls are beautiful to look at. Really, I like to ... look at beautiful girls, once in awhile. And gosh, Sheri, you are an exciting and exquisite creature."
"Thank you, Loorna." She made me jump as she quickly lifted my skirt to my hips and buried her hand in my furry nest.
"Oh, you darling, so much hair. I've just got to kiss it. May I, please?"
"But, Lorna ... oh, you've got me so confused, I ... well, yes, I ... what would Jerry ... go ahead if you want to. But really, you're a happily married woman-, I thought ... I sure didn't think, er, know. I'm just so surprised. I thought you loved Jerry."
"You silly girl, of course I love Jerry. That doesn't have anything to do with this." She giggled. "Honey, I'm a bi. You've surely heard of that. I thought a gal who looks like sex itself, like you, would know all the ropes."
Her head quickly dipped to my thighs; her hand going to a breast, squeezing. Goose bumps rolled up my legs as her lips gently and tenderly nibbled at the inside of my thighs. I couldn't help myself; I instinctively opened them for her. Her tongue worked slowly toward its hairy target. I guess it was lack of self-control, but I put a leg up on the back of the couch; opening myself completely to her. Her lips closed on their destination. She sucked at the protruding button and parted the lips with her tongue, slowly forcing it into me. She smacked her lips, sucking greedily.
"Darling, darling Sheri, you're so delicious." Her dark eyes darted to mine. "You really shouldn't be so shocked, dear, I really do like men too. I love to feel their hardness inside me. It's just that once in awhile I get the urge for a woman to love-especially one with looks and body like yours. I knew, from the moment I saw you, I'd have to have you. That's why I was aloof so long; had to feel confident I could get you ... I'd have died if you'd turned me down." She cupped a breast in her hand. "Your breasts are just divine. Oh, I love you so. Here, let me show you."
With this, she dipped to my open thighs again and tongued me with gusto.
"My, that does feel awfully good," I sighed. "You do it differently than a man ... so much more ... more tenderly."
Her hand was now under my sweater and into my bra. She worked with the nipples until they were hard and erect.
God Almighty, my thoughts flashed, how damn far off can a person be in their judgment of a person?
"Oh, Jesus, that tickles, Lorna ... keep it up, don't stop!"
I went back to my thoughts, in bliss. I really did have this gal pegged all wrong. I thought she was one hell of a prude, and here she was sucking my cunt like it had never been sucked before. My blood bubbled with excitement. I knew I'd come if she didn't stop, and I didn't want her to stop.
"Oh, oh," I cried, "I think I'm coming."
She was now lying on the couch with her face jammed between my legs, both hands under my sweater, filled with bulging flesh. She had her tongue neatly curled and was pushing in and out rapidly, and somehow sucking at the same time.
"Do it, do it, you sweet bitch," I heard myself cry loudly. "I'm coming, cominnnggg, oh, darling."
I crushed her head between my thighs as I squeezed and pushed my crack hard into her face.
It was over and I fell back in a swoon. I felt limp all over. Perhaps because it was the first time another woman had done this to me, or perhaps girls are better at it; I don't know and I don't really care. All I cared at the moment was how very good I felt, and Lorna knew it.
"I don't have to ask if you enjoyed it, honey. I can tell by your face." She raised her face to me but kept her hands under my sweater. "We can do this again ... maybe tonight, huh?"
She looked questioningly at me.
"Well, maybe," I stammered, "but right now I'd better get back to school. I think I'm late now."
"Yeah, it is getting late, Sheri. Damn, that name just fits you perfect, honey. You're so damn sexy." She was obviously still hot to trot. She jumped up from the couch and lifted her skirt high, saying, "Would you like a peek at me before you go?"
I peeked. Boy, was she ever built for it! Beautiful, sleek thighs, not as full and round as mine; more trim, you might say. And her Venus mound; simply exquisite. It jutted out when she arched her back and the lips were so full and sensuous they fairly blew kisses to you as she stood there. It was thickly covered with black hair. I don't know if it is, but it looked soft and silky. Perhaps I'd find out soon enough.
"I won't ask if you like it, but I hope you do."
She swayed her hips provocatively.
"Yes, I do," was all I could answer.
It delighted her. I got up, arranged my clothes and slipped into my coat. As I started out the door, she caught my arm.
"I have a wonderful idea. But first, let me ask you a question; have any of the stalwart lads of our fair high school gotten into your pants yet?" At this, I must have turned a bit red. "You don't have to answer; I can tell by your face," she giggled. "Anyway, if you could get a couple of boys over here after school; ones who can keep a secret, mind you, we could have a little orgy."
"You certainly do have the good ideas, Lorna. I will do everything in my power to get a couple of studs over here. Actually, I've only seduced one, but surely he has a friend."
Boy, I thought, will she never cease to amaze me?
"Since I'll probably know tonight, anyway ... which one, I mean ... I won't ask who. I'll bet he's good one, though."
"Paul Smith," I wryly told her.
"Ooooh, not just a good one, honey ... the, best one! I must say your taste is in keeping with your looks. I've wanted his little pecker ever since Jerry and I came here, and now I'll get him," She squealed, thrilled with the idea.
I glanced at my watch.
"God, I've got to run. Incidentally, dear, for your information, his pecker isn't exactly little. It's quite large; in fact, it's larger than ... uh, most."
I must have paled. God, I thought, I damn near said Jerry's name. Maybe she wouldn't mind, or even suspects; but I'll be damned if I'll be the one to tell her.
"Got to run now, Lorna; see you after school."
And down the street I went.
I was late. Luckily, I had study hall the first period in the afternoon and another teacher had stood by for me. I thanked him and settled down to planning how to get two boys lined up for that night. I knew Paul would be eager, and I hoped he could get another one as eager and talented as he.
The afternoon finally came to a close. I thought it would never come, and now that it had, I was nervous. I didn't know exactly how to broach the subject to Paul. I finally decided I'd just out and tell him our plan. The kids poured out the door. Paul hesitated, so I called for him to wait a few minutes. He was flushed and eager as he came to my desk.
"Paul, I wanted to talk to you right after lunch, but couldn't find you. I hope it's not too late for what I have in mind." He gazed at me in eager anticipation. "Jerry ... uh ... Mr. Simpson is out of town, and Lorna ... Mrs. Simpson and I thought if you could get a friend as eager as you, we would have a party over at her house. I do hope it's not too late to find someone."
"To old man Simpson's house.. .with his wife?" he gurgled, almost choking.
"Yes, old man Simpson's house," I laughed. "I guess anyone over twenty-one would seem old to you. And yes to your second question too. She is a very good-looking dish, you know. And does she ever have hot pants!"
"Wowee, I'd never have believed it. Don't get me wrong. I didn't mean there was anything wrong with her; quite the opposite. Hot damn, yes, she's a livin' doll. Just what do you have in mind? Hot damn!"
"It's very simple, honey. I want you to get another guy and come over right after supper. Preferably someone, well, kind of like you. You know, someone who knows the score and ... can keep his mouth shut. That's an absolute must," I added with emphasis.
"Boy, do I! I know just the guy, Sharon. In fact, I wanted to tell him about you and me. Gee, don't look at me like that, I didn't tell ... honest. I just said I wanted to," he quickly explained. "He's done some pretty good making out. He has this real neat cousin ... and he says she fucks like a mink." His face reddened slightly. "He's always bragging how he's popped it to her several times. Said she went down on him too."
"He sounds like he's just what we want," I said excitedly, "but you must impress upon him he'll have to cut out his bragging about it."
"I sure will, Sharon. I know he can keep still if he wants to."
"Good, then it's settled. By the way, who is he?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess you would like to know who. It's Frank Jackson. You have him in one of your classes, I know, because he's always saying how you must be the best lay in the world. Man, old Frank'll come right in his shorts when I tell him."
I smiled at the compliment. Yes, he was just what we wanted. He was a good-looking boy too. Not as large and muscular as Paul, but I had a feeling he was every bit as good. He was only a junior, but hell, I'll need him next year, anyway. Never hurts to plan ahead. It was obvious he liked girls. When he thought I wasn't looking in class, his leers were practically rape.
"Do you think you can get hold of him and arrange it for tonight? It has to be tonight, Jerry comes back tomorrow."
"I'll get him there if I have to personally carry him," he boasted.
I was sure he would too.
I grabbed him in the genital area and gave him a couple of kisses in depth and sent him on his way. I went to the office and called Lorna, telling her it was all set. I was going to grade some papers and get my desk cleaned off before I went home, so I told her I'd be awhile. I spent a bit more time than I had intended, and it was almost supper time when I got home.
Lorna was agitated at me for being late but kissed me on the lips and said supper was ready. She had made a pitcher of martinis, so we had a couple and then quickly ate. We both ate rather lightly because we were both too excited to eat much. We weren't too excited to drink, however, and had another martini as soon as we finished eating.
Lorna kept eyeing me sexily. And when I say sexily, I mean sexily. She was already dressed for the ball. She had her dark hair piled high and just the right amount of makeup. Her legs were encased in nylons, and she stood on a pair of very high-heeled patents. She was wearing a light-blue shortie nightgown. It was so sheer she'd have been better covered with cellophane. Under it, she had black panties that were also sheer, very sheer, and a peek-a-boo bra. It was black lace and did nothing more than cup her breasts. You would really call it a half bra, the bottom half. It was like a curved platter to lay her delightful tits in. The dark and quite large nipples stood out proudly. She had a choker-type rhinestone necklace and matching earrings to complete her magnificent outfit.
I might mention here, Lorna and I are quite different types. Which of us is sexier is strictly a matter of the individual's opinion. She is smaller than I; I mean both shorter and slimmer. Her legs are slim, yet well curved and carrying ample flesh, both in calves and thighs, for any leg man.
She has a nice round behind and fairly slim hips. She is long through the midsection with high, pointed breasts. Her breasts are not real big, yet not small. A generous handful and firmer than mine-they stand by themselves. I learned this fact a short while later. She is dark, has long hair, and is extremely beautiful. Her lips are full, but it's her eyes that really set her off. They are very big and dark, almost black, with long lashes. All in all, you'd have to say she's really a knockout.
Now, I'm not that type at all. I won't knock myself, however, when it comes to the knockout class; I'm just different. It's all in your taste of broads. I'm fair complexioned all over. As I told you, my hair is straw-colored blonde-on top. And I'm not the high-breasted specie, but the full breasted. They are very large and certainly firm enough. They don't stand and stare at you like Lorna's, because there is just too much there, but they do hold their own. My tummy curves down to a mound literally covered with dark-brown curly hair; soft and wonderful to touch. My fanny is more abundant than hers too, but not big and flabby like so many broads; just nice and round and soft. My legs are long and my ankles are small. I mentioned her love lips earlier, well mine are, if anything, more developed than hers. They're thick and ridged with that gorgeous hair I mentioned. To see them is to know what they were meant for-penises! I'm not trying to brag when I tell about myself; just giving you the facts, man.
I finished my martini and decided I'd better run and get ready. I fairly flew up the stairs, stripping off clothing as I went. By the time I got to my room I was half nude. I peeled off the rest and ran for the shower. The hot water felt good pouring over my body. I let it run as I tingled with anticipation of things to come. I finally stepped out and toweled myself to a rosy glow.
I raced back to my room and powdered and perfumed myself in preparation for the love feast ahead. I took a pair of white, nearly transparent panties and pulled them up my legs and tightly in place; place being, up into my cracks. Both behind and the little beauty between my legs-they felt good there. I slipped into my peek-a-boo bra. Mine was a real peek-a-boo; a whole bra with the ends missing, so my nipples could peek out at you. Actually, they more than peeked out; the whole pink nipple stood out in plain sight. I rolled a pair of nylons up my legs and stepped into a pair of red high heels. Some red ball earrings and a black ribbon fastened around my neck with a brooch came next. I then slipped into a red, also very sheer, knee-length gown.
Downstairs again, we decided to slip housecoats on over our risque'attire. I might mention, Lorna was more than somewhat appreciative with my appearance. We made a pitcher of sours, poured ourselves one, and sat to await the boys' arrival. We had just finished our drinks when the doorbell rang. The boys were here.
Lorna opened the door. There stood two very handsome, very shy-looking young men.
"Come in, Paul, Frank; do come in," she said.
They almost fell over one another in their effort to get in. They both acted a bit awkward and still in shock from their good fortune in being here.
"Well, I do believe everyone knows everyone else, so we can dispose of the introductions," Lorna said cheerily, in an effort to break the ice.
"Hello, Frank. I don't believe this seat is taken," I said from the couch, beckoning him over. "We don't know each other as well as Paul and I; Paul has told you about us, hasn't he?"
He grinned broadly and shook his head in the affirmative. He came over and sat beside me. Not too close, so I slid over as closely as I could get.
Paul looked a little hurt because I hadn't chosen him. Lorna took him by the hand and led him to the other end of the couch. She pushed him down and promptly plopped down in his lap.
"Hell, you guys, let's cut out all this shy crap," she blurted out. "I'm looking for some fun."
She threw her arms around Paul's neck and kissed him fervently. If he had been disappointed when I called Frank over, he surely wasn't now. He had learned his lessons well and quickly encircled her waist.
Not to be outdone, I turned to Frank, took his head in my hands and pressed my lips to his. I quickly inserted my tongue through his lips. He was definitely not the shy type. He frenched me back, his hands eagerly going to my breasts. He squeezed and felt them as our tongues played back and forth.
Lorna pulled free and jumped up.
"I'll get us each a drink and get this party warmed up," she said, and headed for the kitchen.
"I'll give you a hand and save a trip."
I followed her out of the room.
Once in the kitchen, Lorna poured four drinks-strong drinks-from the pitcher full. We giggled at each other and pulled off our housecoats. Back we went, a drink in each hand.
The boys nearly fell off the couch when they saw us. I handed Frank his drink and settled on his lap. He took a long pull from the glass and immediately started to feel me up with his free hand. We necked furiously, his tongue exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth.
"Kill that, Frank, and we'll go out and get another," I said, in an effort to get away from the others.
I stood up and grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. I glanced back as we went through the door. Lorna already had Paul's cock out, and his hand was under her gown and inside her pants. Frank saw it too.
"Golly, Miss Gordon, but you're gorgeous," Frank finally said.
"Oh, baby, call me Sharon," I replied.
"Boy, and that getup, Sharon! It's got to be the sexiest sight I ever saw. You can't imagine what it does to me."
"Yes, I can," I winked, "but enough talk, let's make love, darling."
I put my glass on the table. He stepped towards me and I put an arm around his neck. As our lips met, I reached down and fumbled with the zipper on his pants. Ziiiip, down it went. I reached right in and clasped his hard penis; and I mean to tell you it was hard! It was so stiff and straight I could hardly pull it out. It finally sprang into the open. I wrapped my fingers around it and slowly masturbated him; he almost went wild. He pushed up my gown and seemed to have a hundred hands as he pushed them into my panties.
"Oh, God, but I'm hot," he moaned. "You feel so good, so good."
"Let's go back in the other room and lie down," I said.
He didn't argue. I led the way, holding onto his cock as we went. Some leash, I must say. I gripped it firmly and gently tugged at it as we went. He was close behind me, needless to say, and caressed my butt with both hands. I glanced at his face as we came to the couch and saw Lorna and Paul. He licked his lips and stared in utter lust. Paul was lying on his back on the couch with Lorna straddling him in the classic sixty-nine position. His face was between her thighs and Lorna had his cock in her mouth, all of it. I imagined his tongue shooting into her cunt, and I shivered with excitement. A mewing sound came from her as she hungrily sucked; his balls she had cupped in her hands.
"Well, well, it seems the couch is in rather good use," I exclaimed.
"Man, oh, man, you're sure not kidding," Frank cried, his eyes bugging out. "I knew we'd have fun, but this is better than I ever would've believed. How 'bout you an me, teach?" His hot nature was getting the best of him now.
I looked down at his rod.
"Let's you and me go up to the bedroom and just plain fuck," I said, pretending to talk to his prick.
Frank blushed just slightly, but not for long. His hand went under my gown, pulled my panties to the side, and his fond finger probed up into my snatch.
"Junior can't talk," he said, "so I'll talk for him. Yes, he wants to go up to the bedroom and just plain ... fuck." He probed in my snatch. "He wants in there, clear up to the hilt. Geez, it's hot and wet in there!"
"Okay, honey, let's go. I want to see if you learned anything from that hot cousin Paul told me about."
"Aw, that big blabbermouth," he scowled menacingly at Paul. "I'll ... aw, hell, guess it don't matter ... but, Sharon, I'm really not very experienced, no matter what big mouth said."
"Never you mind, sweet; what you don't know, I'll teach you," I soothed.
I tightened my grip on his meat and headed for the stairs. He eagerly followed as we scrambled up the stairs; as if he had any choice. We went into my bedroom and I turned to face him, letting his cock fall free.
"Would you like to undress me now, darling?"
"I sure would ... could I ... would you leave your hose and heels on? It seems so much sexier that way. And let's leave the lights on, okay?"
"Of course, if you want. Besides, I want to look at you too."
His shaking hands lifted my gown. I lifted my arms as he pulled it over my head. I shook my butt and indicated the panties next. He pulled them to my knees and quickly shook them down and kicked them off. I fell back on the bed and pulled him down on top of me. I directed his lips to a peeping nipple. He sucked with ardor for a moment. I tilted his head up and looked into his face.
"I don't like to take you from your task, but we'll be more comfortable if you'll strip too."
Whatever shyness Frank had was gone now. His clothes flew through the air in his eagerness to comply with my wishes. I unhooked my bra and threw it on the clothes now heaped on the floor. He stood naked, his prick bobbing up and down, as he panted before me. I spread my legs and beckoned him aboard with a crook of my finger.
He piled aboard. His firm body felt good on top of me. I raised my knees and reached for his cock. It wasn't difficult to find. I grabbed it and thrust it to the lips of my waiting cunt. I was hot and ready to go and the head slipped easily inside. He pushed about halfway in, then pulled it almost out, several times. He teased me like this until I was frantic for the whole thing.
"Ram it home, you bastard," I cried.
Which he did. He was well lubricated now, and one hard shove sent it to the hilt. I'm sure he'd learned a good deal from his fast little cousin, for he fucked like a pro. Long, easy strokes, giving a girl time to really get with the program; a program I get with all too easily. I come rather easily too, and the sparks of orgasm possessed me a minute or two before he stiffened. I felt his hot stream pour into me. He jerked in and out rapidly, moaning loudly. I was still coming and held him firmly in the saddle until it subsided.
"Damn, damn, damn, that was good!" his muffled voice came, as he nuzzled his face in my neck. He seemed to melt into my ample flesh.
"Frank, darling Frankie," I whispered in his ear, "you have all the makings of one very expert cocksman. Not that you don't fuck a girl rather properly now; you really made me come, baby."
We lay there for awhile and rested. I finally started kissing him again. He just lay there, so I pushed him off and he rolled over on his back. I straddled his stomach and reached back for his limp pecker. It was like a wet dishrag; limber and quite sticky. He seemed exhausted and unresponsive, so I rolled off. I swung my head down and took the gooey rod into my mouth. I took it all in and squeezed it tightly between my lips as I sucked up its length. With just the head in my mouth, I slowly jacked him off until he started getting hard again.
I stood and admired him lying there, his cock sticking up. I reached down and grabbed him by the leash nature had given him-and the hard-on I had given him-and tugged him to his feet. He came back to life as I pulled on his cock; who wouldn't?
"Let's go downstairs and mingle with the perverts," I commanded.
Paul and Lorna were sitting on the couch. He had his hand between her legs, and she valiantly massaged his limp cock, with no success. She saw us coming and waved.
"Hi, dolls," she called. "Oh, Sheri, what a nice boy Paul is. We sixty-nined all the way and then this sexual athlete just fucked the shit out of me."
She tousled his hair and then frowned, sticking her lower lip out.
"But now he won't get hard again."
"Here, let little Sheri try," I said. "You see if Frankie won't get good and hard for you."
She threw one arm around Frank's shoulder and grabbed his cock in her free hand and dragged the youngster to the floor. They thrashed around for a minute and then went still, their mouths glued together.
I got on the couch on my knees in front of Paul. I put his limp member between my mammaries and started rolling them around. Paul just grinned.
"Poor little pecker, so soft and limber," I said very sympathetically, rolling my tits with vigor.
It seemed to respond ever so slightly. Amazing what a new cunt will do for a tired cock. I slid to the floor in front of him and slipped it into my mouth. I worked it slowly in and out of my mouth; it grew a little more. I removed my lips and rolled my tongue all around the head, then in the groove just below the head, and then I stuck the tip of my tongue into the little hole in the end. It sprang forth. He took my head and pushed into my mouth again. The dear boy wanted to fuck me in the mouth.
I cupped his balls in my hand and swallowed his pecker. He immediately started working it in and out. I just tickled his legs and balls and held my head motionless; he did the rest. Well, not all the rest; as he pumped into my mouth, I sucked and rolled my tongue around. He worked faster and faster, and then-splash! What little he had left dripped into my waiting mouth. I sucked hard, pulling out the last drop of his nectar and let it slide down my throat. It was absolutely delicious, but now I was all hot and bothered again.
Paul, I'm afraid, was one spent gent. He lay back completely exhausted. I looked greedily around for more game. Frank was lying on his back on the floor with Lorna kneeling between his legs, her mouth firmly attached to his ardent appendage. I went over and pushed her away. She protested feebly; after all, I was bigger than she. I straddled his head and pushed my snatch into his face. Leaning over, I quickly pulled his shaft all the way into my mouth. Frank was a smart boy and his tongue glided into my slit. I was really getting to like the taste now. Just call me Sheri the peter eater. I worked on his shaft with great haste, eager to once again fill my mouth with essence of boy. He worked just as hard on me and it certainly felt grand. His tongue went wild as he started to come. The hot sperm spurting into my mouth made me twitch all over. My orgasm came long and hard as his tongue honed my love hole. His juices filled my mouth, and then it too went dry.
Both boys were completely spent, and I'll have to admit to being all used up myself. I sprawled on the floor beside Frank. Lorna, however, insisted she needed one more cock, long and hard, to satisfy her hungry gash. We plied them with a couple of drinks. They gladly drained them, but only got a little drunker. We gave up on Paul-he had definitely had it-and concentrated on fucked-out Frank. We strutted around and modeled for him, striking every lewd pose we could think of. We gave him bird's-eye views of our many charms, sucked on him, and pushed our tits into his mouth-no luck. But Lorna just wouldn't give up.
She lay on the floor beside him and stroked and kissed and fondled. My interest was lagging badly, so I went to the kitchen and lifted the pitcher of booze to my lips. I drained it and sat in a chair. Boy, was I ever loaded. I got up and walked, unsteadily, out of the kitchen to a very pleasant sight. Lorna had finally succeeded. She was on her hands and knees with Frank on his knees behind her. He was giving it to her dog fashion, and she was loving it. She wagged hSr tail from side to side as he thrust into her with gusto. She was giggling and moaning all the while. I sat on the couch and watched with interest. He had a tit in each hand and was in her very deeply. She started to groan and buck wildly.
"I'm coming," she cried out. "I'm coming ... Oh, sweet Daddy, it's so good. Don't come quite yet, Frankie, pour it tome. Oh, you darling, darling son of a bitch, you ... oh, God, I think I'll faint!"
"Oh, boy, here I come too," Frank shouted.
As he came Lorna collapsed. He lay in a heap on top of her for quite awhile, finally slowly getting to his knees. Paul was sound asleep. We woke him and, with considerable effort,' got them both dressed, out the door and on their way. They were two tucked-out young men. We cheered them on their way with promises of more to come. I don't think they even heard what we said. They, would sure as hell be thinking about it tomorrow, though; of that we could've rested assured.
We were both pretty well played out ourselves.
Both drunk too. We climbed wearily up the stairs, well satisfied with the night's action.
"You picked a couple of real honeys there," Lorna told me. "We really must do this again sometime. Boy, the peckers on those boys are just tremendous. Why, both of them are bigger than Jerry's. I don't think he could go that many times anymore, either. By the way, Sheri, how many times has Jerry fucked you so far? Oh, don't look so shocked, I know him well enough to know he'll try to make anything in a skirt, if he can. And ... it's quite obvious that you're rather easy to make."
"Since you asked, hot pants, he hasn't made me."
"I don't believe you," she said with amazement.
"We haven't gotten the opportunity, but since you're so nosy, he has eaten me a couple of times. And, well ... uh, he blew his nuts between my boobs."
She laughed hysterically.
"Sheri baby, he's always looking for a gal with big enough tits for that. I'll bet most girls won't let him do it, though. No offense, honey, I like a gal who's sporting where it concerns sex."
We talked for awhile, and I was certain I had finally found someone who went for wild sex more than I did. It made me feel good. like, not-the-only-pervert-in-the-world, sort of thing. She suggested we sleep together, but I told her I was shot and just wanted to sleep and loll all over the bed.
She reluctantly agreed, and we trundled to our own little beds and I, at least, fell immediately to sleep. I didn't dream or awake at all during the night. It was almost noon the next day before T so much as stirred.
I awoke happy, refreshed and ready for what the new day would bring. I could hear Lorna stirring in the house below and knew she would be ready for anything-and I do mean anything. I wasn't real sold on this girl-to-girl stuff, so I hoped Jerry would return early. He did, and brought a friend-but then, that's another chapter.
CHAPTER FOUR
I jumped out of bed and went to the window. It was a bright and cheery day. The sun was streaming through the remaining leaves on the multicolored trees. It made a person feel good just to be alive.
Still nude, from our orgy of last night, I threw a robe around my shoulders and stepped into a pair of slippers.
Minutes later, I stood under a hot stream of water. The little pellets made my skin feel prickly and very much alive. I finished my shower, slipped into some comfortable Saturday type clothes, and descended the stairs. The smell of perking coffee quickened my pace.
"Good morning, Lorna, or should I say afternoon?" I said, as I entered the kitchen.
"My, my, don't we look happy and gay, pardon the expression, this morning," she replied. "Sit down and have some coffee; it just finished perking. "
The coffee really did the job. We had breakfast and tidied up the kitchen. Our next task was to check the house over and remove any telltale signs of the previous evening. A stocking here, a pair of panties there, even one boy's sock. When everything was in order, we sat on the couch and relaxed. A little giggling and discussion about last night made the time fly.
Lorna had a little shopping to do, and, since it was shirt-sleeve weather, I went along. When it's cold, I prefer to stay in. We got back around three. We'd been home only a short time, when we heard Jerry's car pull into the driveway. We heard male voices as the door opened.
"Surprise!" Jerry called. "We've got company."
A very handsome man about Jerry's age was with him. He was tall, slim, and quite dark.
"You remember Tony, don't you, Lorna? Hell, yes, you remember Tony; you and he were having a torrid love affair when I stole you away from him."
"Of course I remember Tony," she cried with glee. "Tony darling, it's been so long." They threw their arms around each other. "Gee, it's so good to see you, Tony."
"It's good to see you too, Lorna. Here, stand back and let me just gaze at you. I really have missed you, girl."
He obviously was very fond of her.
"Hey, Jerry, where are our manners? I'm sorry, Sharon. Sharon, this is Tony; Tony, this is Sharon. I never give last names, kids; nobody ever remembers them, anyway."
We exchanged the usual greetings. He seemed like a very nice fellow, and from the looks he gave me, was an ardent girl watcher too. From the conversation that followed, I gathered that Tony and Lorna had been going steady when she'd met Jerry. In spite of the fact that Jerry had taken Lorna away from Tony, they had remained good friends. Jerry saw him occasionally when he went to the city and this time he talked him into coming home with him for the weekend.
The rest of the day was spent reminiscing, with lots of laughter and joking. I had a very good time, especially since Tony gave me lots of attention. I really think it was to make Lorna jealous, but it didn't seem to have the effect he desired. Lorna fawned and petted over Jerry as if he'd been gone a month; also as if nothing had happened the one night he had been gone. She so liked for everyone to think they were madly in love and had eyes only for one another. The time slipped by rapidly and it was soon ten o' clock.
"You people are going to think I'm a party pooper, but for some reason, I'm beat. Must've been the long drive home," Jerry said, with a yawn. "I really can't understand it, either. I hit the pad real early last night. Must be getting old." He laughed.
"It is ten already," Lorna said, looking at her watch. "Why don't we all turn in and get an early start in the morning?"
Everyone seemed agreeable to the idea, so bed it was.
Since the Simpsons had only two bedrooms, the men had to share one, and Lorna and I used the other. We got ready for bed and piled in. I really wasn't at all sleepy yet and evidently Lorna wasn't either, so we talked for quite awhile.
"You know, Sheri, that Tony's really a nice guy; you ought to get to know him better. He's first-class husband material."
"I'm not in the market for a husband," I quickly informed her.
"Yeah, I can't say I blame you. I really think I got married too young. You know, Tony and I went together for quite awhile. He was really mad about me, wanted to get married. It's obvious he still loves me; I could tell from the way he looked at me all evening, poor dear. Don't get mad, but I'm sure he was trying to make me jealous through you."
"Why should that make me mad?" I said hotly. "I just met the guy."
It did make me mad, though. She hardly noticed.
"Of course, I have to admit, I kind of liked the guy. I even thought I might be in love with him, until I met Jerry. Would you believe he only made me once all the time we went together, and that was just before we broke up? Come to think of it," she snickered, "I made him. He was so shy, but with practice I'll bet he'd make a damn good lover. 'Course, how do I know? Maybe he's got that practice now; wish he'd come in and show me." She giggled.
"Now Jerry, he was different," she went on. "He was very aggressive right from the start; in fact, he was in my pants on the first date, kissed my dainty little box on the second, and fucked me properly on the third. I acted very inexperienced, of course, even convinced him I was a virgin and had lost my cherry riding a horse or some such fantastic story. For being so hep, he was a dumb slob too. He sure was tired tonight. Bet he was out fucking the shit out of some poor innocent young thing all night ... the rotten bastard. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's infidelity." She laughed uproariously.
"You sure are talkative tonight," I finally said.
"Uh-huh, I guess I am at that, but I think I'm getting sleepy now." She yawned. "I guess I'll keep quiet and we can both get some sleep."
She rolled over and we were soon both asleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke. It was darker than hell, but I had a strong urge to tinkle, so I slipped out of bed and pattered to the pottie. The door was closed but I barged right in. Tony was just shaking the last drop off, or the next to the last drop, as the poem goes. Boy, was he ever embarrassed. He turned beet red and tried to cover up.
"Oh, sorry, Tony," I apologized, "I didn't know it was occupied."
"That's okay," he stammered. "Wait, you don't have to go, I'm finished."
So I went on in; after all, he was shy, not me. We stood in awkward silence.
"Sharon," he finally blurted out, "I don't know if you noticed it or not, but I can't get Lorna out of my system."
"Yeah, I noticed," I said blatantly. "She noticed too. Tony boy," I acted like the woman of the world and leaned on the lavatory, "I can tell you how to see if you can get her out of your system."
"Really?" he said excitedly. "How?"
"Trot your little butt in there and fuck her ... now!"
His face turned crimson. God, how can a man reach his age and still be like that? He seemed at a complete loss for words and stuttered and stammered until I actually felt sorry for the poor boob. I put my arms around him and rubbed my boobs against his chest; he was only wearing bottoms. Evidently the silk of my gown and the weight of my breasts did him some good, because he seemed to calm right down.
"Really, Tony, she told me in bed tonight how she often thinks of the time you did it to her and wished you would again."
"You're just kidding me, Sharon."
"No I'm not, she really did."
I worked on him a bit more with words and then pressed my lips to his. I rubbed my snatch against him too. It didn't take much of this-I guess he was a man, after all-to start him swelling in the genital area. He kissed back rather fervently too.
He was reluctant to leave me now, but I finally shoved him down the hall and into my bedroom. I was getting almost as big a kick out of this as if I was seducing him for myself; I said almost, mind you. I reached down and gave him a squeeze as I shoved him through the door-boy, he was really hard, and rather pretty well proportioned too. I almost had a change of heart, 'cause I was getting a little warm myself.
What happened from here on, Tony told me later the same evening, but I'll tell you now because I want to hear it again myself.
He went to the bed and dropped his pajamas to the floor and slipped in beside the sleeping Lorna. From what Lorna told me later, also, he was just shy, not inexperienced. He slipped his hands under her nightie and gently manipulated her nipples. They rose to his touch, even as she slept. She moaned lightly as his hands caressed her body. With one hand on a breast, he slowly slid the other down her tummy. Down, down, until they gently slipped into her pubic hair. He slowly worked his fingers around in the soft hair, then down along the edges of her thick lips. Still asleep, Lorna automatically opened her thighs to his hand. Tony rubbed up and down her crack; it became moist and supple in his hand. He tenderly slipped his finger into her hole. As if in a vacuum, his finger was swallowed up almost to the knuckle.
Lorna began to stir.
"Oh, Jerry, that does feel good," she mumbled in a daze. "Keep doing it, doll."
Her face turned to him and she sleepily opened her eyes. As she became accustomed to the dark, she realized it was not Jerry.
"Oh, who is ... Tony, is that you, Tony darling?" she asked, moving her warm body eagerly into his arms. "Kiss me, darling. Kiss me long and hard. I've missed you so."
Without a word, Tony eagerly pressed his mouth to hers. She opened to his tongue as he became more and more fervent. I would imagine he was one hot boy by this time. They kissed passionately for several minutes. Tony's finger worked in and out of her cunt all the while, as Lorna's hips moved slowly in unison.
"Oh, baby, that feels divine. Keep it up, honey, that's it, push your finger in slowly ... deeper ... ahhh, now pull out. Yes, long, slow strokes."
Lorna sat up quickly.
"What about Jerry? He won't wake up and know you're in here, will he?" she exclaimed, a little excitedly.
"Nah, he'd sleep through an earthquake, as tired as he is. I left him at one this morning and he was still going strong. I don't think he went to bed until dawn, and then for only about an hour," he told her gleefully.
Thus assured of her safety, she didn't give Jerry or his escapades another thought. No, my dears, her thoughts were on other things; Tony and his penis, to be exact. She slithered her hands down over his body.
"Oh, darling, you're naked!" she gasped. Her hand went immediately to his shaft; she grasped it firmly. "And you're so hard. I love it when a man's hard." She slowly worked the skin up and down.
"Not too much of that, honey," he begged. "I couldn't control myself very long if you kept that up. Here, let's pull your gown off."
Lorna quickly disengaged him and sat up. Her gown flew through the air. She rolled into his arms and pressed her hot body to him. They fondled briefly. He gently pushed her onto her back, her legs spread widely, and crawled on top of her, and the action began. She reached down and grabbed his prick, pushing it quickly to the waiting lips. He shoved into her hard and fast. She moaned and commenced rolling with him, instantly. He moved in and out, slowly at first, and then faster and faster.
"Tony ... dearest, I'm coming. I'm cominnnngg," she wailed, wildly jerking and thrusting to meet his every stroke. "Fuck me, darling, harder, faster. Oh, you Wop bastard, shove your hot meat into me."
Tony felt his load go with a bang. He fucked ravenously for the brief seconds it took to empty himself, then collapsed in a heap on her heaving body. They lay there, exhausted, as he shriveled up inside her.
They remained like this for about fifteen or twenty minutes. Finally, Tony's erection completely gone, he slipped free and lay quietly between Lorna's legs. She reached down and once again wrapped her fingers around his manliness.
"Tony," she squealed, "it's so soft and sticky."
"You would be too if you'd been in that ravenous cavern of yours," he said coldly.
"Darling, you don't mean that, it's not a cavern," she wailed. "Tell me you love me. I still love you, my darling."
"Yes, honey, I still love you."
He knew he was lying, at least a little. He didn't know why, but his penchant for this ravishing brunette had seemed to cool considerably in the last half hour.
"I'd better go back to my room now," he said.
"Why, darling?" Lorna cried. "You just got here, and I want more lovin'. "
"I don't want to go, honey, but I don't want Jerry waking up, either, do you?" he explained.
He managed to convince her, and with a little more kissing and fondling, finally broke away and stole to the bathroom. He tidied himself up a bit and put his pajamas on and headed back for the bedroom. He either heard me stirring downstairs or just didn't want to go back to bed, because I heard his light footsteps as he came to where I was sitting on the couch.
"Hi. I wondered where you'd gone," he said, sitting on the couch beside me.
"Hi to you," I returned. "Did you have a good time? I told you she wanted you."
"Yeah, it was great; the sex, at least. You know, she just isn't the sweet gal I remembered. Seems so hot for sex, without the slightest shame. Didn't seem to even give a damn that her husband was right in the next room asleep. And here I felt guilty when I told her he'd lied to her about going to bed early last night; she couldn't have cared less. Boy, I thought she was such a nice, innocent girl."
"Oh, grow up, silly boy. It's about time you realized girls like it as much as boys," I said, taking his hand and rubbing it against my cheek.
"Yeah, you're right. I guess I'd just put her on a pedestal," he confessed. "Actually, I'm glad this happened. Not only because it was good, but it got me over Lorna. Not that I don't still like her, I just feel differently; you know what I mean?"
"Sure, baby, I know what you mean," I said, looking up into his dark eyes.
He squeezed my hand. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me. I eagerly kissed back. Tony was a very romantic-type guy; he had those dark, Latin good looks. We kissed ardently as his hand roamed over my body, ending on my bulging breasts. He cupped one and rolled the nipple in his fingers. It hardened quickly between his fingers.
"Wow, you've sure got bigger U.. .I mean breasts, than Lorna. They're magnificent-so soft and inviting."
"They're yours," I whispered, "treat them gently."
He bent his head and took my nipple in his mouth. He didn't even push my nightie aside, just took it in, nylon and all. It swelled in his mouth as he sucked vigorously. He finally pushed the shoulder strap aside and pulled the filmy material down. With his mouth on one, he cupped the other and gently squeezed its abundance.
"Tastes much better without the wrapper," he mumbled.
I bent my head and kissed him all over his neck. My love nest was impatiently waiting as he dropped his hand to my thighs and slipped it up under my nightie. I opened my thighs to him, his hand darted in, and I shut my thighs tightly on his hand. His gentle pressure made me tingle as he inched between the lips of my vagina.
I pulled at the string on his pajamas. They fell open. I reached in and felt his growing organ. I played, pushing his foreskin down from the head until he almost yelped, then back up again. He tugged at my gown and pulled it up over my head. It fell to the floor, followed quickly by his pajamas.
"I've always been too conventional," he admitted. "Will you get on top?"
"Will I? Just you lie down and get ready to get fucked."
He stretched out on his back. It was dark, but
I could see his cock sticking up, waving at me. I straddled him and reached for his staff. I took it and rubbed it around the soft lips, then stuffed the tip into my opening. I lowered my weight and it pushed right in. I lay over him and pressed my tits against his hairy chest. I started bobbing my fannie up and down; the friction this way feels terrific. Only trouble is, I come so damn quick this way.
"You just lie still, doll, and let me do the work," I moaned.
I raised and lowered on him in a slow and regular rhythm. His hard cock rubbed against every erotic spot my pussy possessed. I got so excited I had to stop for a moment; I was very close to coming. I suddenly sat up straight, shoving his cock into me as far as it would go. I put my hands on his waist and rocked frantically on his stick as I came very hard. He reached up and took a tit in each hand. I ground my crotch into him as hard as I could; Goddamn, but it felt good. I fell down on him again, writhing with pleasure.
He hadn't come yet, so without disengaging, he slowly rolled me over on the narrow couch until he was on top. He let it soak a moment, then started slowly pumping into me. All the way in, almost out, all the way in, and so on. It still felt grand.
"Ah, that's so good," he said, as he stroked deeply inside me. "I think I could go all night."
"Be my guest, baby," I answered. "Stop and rest a moment, then see if you can make me come again. I did once already, you know."
"I thought you did. Okay, we'll just take it slow and easy and see how long we can make it last ... forever, I hope."
He lay heavily on me, hugging and kissing all the while. He felt good stuffed deeply inside.
Maybe it was because he had already come a short while ago, or maybe he just had lots of stamina, but that Tony could sure go on and on. He lavished me with kisses and caresses, along with a multitude of long, hot strokes. We must've been at it well over an hour before he really started pouring it to me. He reached down my sides with both hands and grasped a cheek in each. He spread my cheeks widely apart, pulling my crotch tightly to him, as he fucked for all he was worth. I was hot as a pistol again and felt a climax bearing down on me.
"Ooooh, darling, darling, I'm coming again," I screamed at him. "Do me. Do me ... hard!"
I felt the warmth of his sperm splash into my cavity as he swore:
"Hot damn, hot damn ... you're the best fuck ever, Sheri."
My whole body tingled with excitement as he screwed until the last drop was deposited inside me. We lay there and kissed as our exhaustion subsided.
"Oh, honey, that felt good. There's just nothing like an hour-and-a-half fuck, followed with a king-sized orgasm; and that's just what I had," I said, sucking on his ear.
The heavy workout had made us both hungry, so we went to the kitchen to see if we could scare up some groceries. Tony opened a couple of beers while I made a couple of sandwiches. He tickled my bare behind every time I got close enough, since we were both completely nude. I sat on his lap with his soft little dick pulled snugly between my thighs as we ate our sandwiches and drank our beer. As the old cliche' goes, "A good time was had by all."
"You know, Sharon, I've never felt this relaxed and good with a girl before. You really know how to treat a man."
"Thank you, darling." I kissed his cheek. "This is how girls are supposed to be."
I rubbed his cock gently between my thighs.
We petted and loved each other for most of the night. We never did get down to anything serious again, however. It was fun telling each other how much in love we were, knowing it was just for now. Love is a rather intangible thing; sometimes fleeting, sometimes lasting. We finally returned to our rooms for a few hours' sleep.
Lorna got up the next morning in a very energetic and happy mood. Evidently she thought she was the only one who got fucked last night. She was planning a big picnic for the afternoon. The weather was still delightful and ideal for a last outing. By the time I got up she had a big basket full of food prepared and was eager for everyone else to get moving.
The first cup of steaming coffee really hit the spot. There's just got to be nothing like hot coffee the minute your tootsies hit the floor. It instantly perked me up and made me ready to go.
Lorna had on a full, but very short skirt and loose blouse. She looked very, very sexy. Not to be outdone, I encased my biggies in a lacy little bra-which covered far less than was uncovered-squeezed on a white cardigan, two sizes too small, and a skirt much shorter than Lorna's. It revealed every curve and bulge a girl could possibly have. When I sat, it hiked up so dramatically it left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Lorna looked at me and coughed. Tony looked at me and whistled. Jerry, well, he just looked at me. I've been thrown on a bed and fucked and felt less laid than Jerry's look did. Good old Lorna noticed it too. Back to her old jealous ways, I guess. I really don't understand that woman. Wants her cake, should say pecker, and eat it too, I suppose.
We loaded the car and were on our way. Tony and I were in the back seat. Lorna kept looking back jealously as Tony ogled my bare thighs, and they were bare all the way up to where they joined. I have a way of being careless when I want to, and with no panties on, and all the twisting and turning one does in a car, my hairy little cunt was plainly visible for all to see, long before we reached our destination. Poor old Jerry was driving and didn't know what he was missing. Lucky old Tony sure wasn't missing it, though.
Actually, I think all women have a bit of the exhibitionist in them; some just more than others. As it always seems to turn out, I have considerably more than the average. I will say this, however, I only go to extremes on special occasions, like that day.
My ripe figure was crying to be handled, and I'm sure if it weren't for Tony's shyness and Lorna's gaze, he'd have gladly complied. I'd have loved it too. But, alas, he was shy, and Lorna wouldn't turn around, so he just sat there and let his radiator boil over. Lorna was a bit hot under the collar too, but for different reasons.
We finally pulled off the main road and up into the hills on a narrow, winding road. Jerry stopped the car and we loaded up with picnic gear and went on up through a heavy grove of trees to a beautiful grassy meadow, nestled in the middle of the grove. It was so secluded you felt completely separated from the rest of the world. We spread blankets and laid out the sumptuous picnic feast.
We started off with several shakers of martinis. By the time we were all hungry enough to eat we were a little looped. Sitting on blankets in short skirts and no underwear is even more revealing than sitting in a car. I had unbuttoned the top two buttons on my cardigan so a fellow could lose himself in the cleavage. I was sitting on my legs, causing my skirt to climb so high that my silky brown fuzz was plainly in view.
Lorna didn't quite keep up with me, but she gave me a good battle. Her skirt was loose enough that it didn't work up, so she pulled it up. She had made the sad mistake of wearing panties, so the best she could reveal was a wealth of dark hair peeking out around the silky edges, which she did. The two males objected not one bit. They looked at pussy hair to their hearts' content.
We switched to beer with our food. Much food and many, many beers later we were all completely full; stuffed, to be exact. In this condition, we lolled around on the blankets for an hour or more, we girls exposing our many charms and the boys just rearranging their hard-ons. We could've had a genuine orgy, had Lorna not insisted on playing her little game of marital fidelity to the hilt. She only did it when Jerry was around, so it was ridiculous. It was obvious Lorna wanted Tony, Jerry wanted me, and Tony would take either me or Lorna; so why play stupid games? Both guys had cocks, so I didn't care which one I got, either.
The food had settled down so we had some more beer from the ice chest. We were all feeling pretty good again.
"I just remembered," Jerry cried, jumping up, "I left the portable radio in the car. We need some soft music. Sharon, walk down to the car with me. Lorna hates to walk, and I don't want to walk alone."
I protested feebly, but reached out for his hand to help me up at the same time. I glanced at Lorna as he grabbed it and pulled me to my feet.
"Nonsense, Sharon," he said. "Besides, Lorna and Tony want to talk about old times without all the listening ears, don't you, baby?" He looked at Lorna and grinned.
"Oh, go on, I don't care," she said with disgust. "I'm much too full to go traipsing down any hills, just for a stupid radio."
"See? I told you," he said, pulling me by the hand.
Once out of range, I said:
"Jerry, you're nuts. Either Lorna knows you just want to prong me at the car, or that old cocks-man Tony will fuck the shit out of your sexy little wife while we're gone."
"Boy, you're the one who's nuts," he laughed. "Lorna knows I'd never touch another woman." And he tickled the palm of my hand. "And as for old cocksman Tony," he really roared at this, "he's so damn shy and inhibited he couldn't make out in a whorehouse with a hundred-dollar bill in his hand."
"Yeah, you're sure the smart bastard, aren't you?" This time I laughed. "That shy, inhibited little Tony just gave me the fucking of my life last night while you were sawing logs, baby."
He stopped dead in his tracks and looked incredulously at me.
"Come on, honey, you've got to be kidding!"
"Hell, no, I'm not kidding. He gave it to me for almost two hours. Come on, let's sneak back. I'll bet he's pronging hell out of her right now."
"No, I ... aw, hell, even if what you say is true, and I doubt it, Lorna would never let another man touch her. She loves me too much," he boasted. "Besides, I trust her, I wouldn't sneak back and spy on her. She wouldn't let him near her."
"Me thinks you protest too much." I shrugged my shoulders and laughed like hell.
"Aw, come on, Sharon," he growled, and neatly changed the subject back to Tony, "Really, did that devil have the nerve to get to you? I'll bet you went in and seduced him ... or else he's changed one hell of a lot."
"Take it from me, kid, he's changed one hell of a lot," I smirked.
By this time we had arrived back at the car. He turned and kissed me, pulling my skirt up as he did. The skirt was very tight and he had to really work to get it up over my hips, but once he did, it sure as hell wouldn't fall back down. Lover boy really worked hard and fast. Four French kisses and he had my skirt over my hips, my sweater unbuttoned, and my bra lying on the ground.
One hand roved over my breasts while the other probed at my cunt. I spread my legs for easy access. His tongue worked ravenously at my mouth.
"Let's forget everyone else, honey," he panted into my open mouth. "I want to fuck you so bad! Do you realize it's the second month you've been here, and we've never had it together, just played games?"
"Of course I realize it. I wanted you to fuck me the minute I laid eyes on you," I breathed hotly back at him. "Yes, baby, I want you to fuck me ... now!"
Jerry didn't need to be coaxed. He quickly hauled another blanket from the car-left there purposely, I'm sure-and spread it on the ground. He had me on my back and spread-eagled beneath him so fast you wouldn't believe it. His joint slipped in, and with a few deft strokes drove home. Damn, but it felt good. I just can't seem to get enough. He pumped with long, easy strokes.
"You know why I was so tired last night?" he bragged. "Well, I had this ravishing little redhead. Jesus, you feel good, honey. Anyway, I wined and dined this built little sex kitten." His hands gripped my ass. "I hauled this broad all over and dropped a lot of dough; and you know, I sure as hell didn't need to. Damn, Sharon, you really know how. Come on, baby, wiggle that ass faster. She-this redhead ... oh, that's good ... went right up to my room and flopped on her back so fast it would make your head spin."
"That's real nice, honey," I moaned, "but you're fucking little Sharon now, so just concentrate on that. You're ... ram it hard ... um, that's good! Forget the goddamn redhead and just fuck me. Yeah, that's more like it.. .ummm, good!"
"She had the neatest little snapping pus ... God, honey, you've got to be the best," he was breathing heavily now. "The redhead's forgotten, oh, roll it around ... I can't last a minute longer."
"Stop for a minute then, yes, that's it. Just rest. Geez, it feels good just lying still."
He rested a' moment. It must've given him his second wind, because he sure poured the meat to me from then on. I felt the grand feeling start, and I began bucking like a crazed bronco. As the thrills shot through me, I felt a king-sized load pouring into me. He didn't say a word, just buried his face in my neck and fucked for dear life. It was good to come together.
"Boy," he sighed at last, "that was what I call a real fine piece of ass."
"You can say that again, lover boy," I gasped in his ear.
"Boy, that was what I...." he didn't finish it, just lay there and panted and hugged me to him.
We got dressed and trudged back up the hill. Incidentally, we forgot the radio. Lorna and Tony were sitting there talking.
Jerry nudged me and said:
"See!"
All I could do was think, that poor dumb bastard. But he sure knew how to fuck a girl good.
Our picnic ended and we went home. Tony had to return to the city that night, so a marvelous weekend came to a close. Everyone was happy and well fucked. Lorna was no longer interested in the back and slept most of the way home. Little did she know that good old Tony diddled me all the way.
Later that evening, while Jerry drove Tony to the bus, Lorna told me of her afternoon of rapture. We had no more than gotten out of sight, when she unzipped the surprised Tony's britches and hauled out his cock. He had resisted, insisting we would come back and catch them, but her charms overcame his fear of Jerry's wrath, and he fucked her silly. She told him there was plenty of time, anyway, because Jerry was down at the car fucking me. He had been greatly shocked that she'd think this and not even give a damn.
Tony had already told me a little of it before he'd gone. He'd said, in a horrified voice:
"She even sucked me off!"
He admitted liking it, but was terribly shocked at the thought. Poor old conventional Tony, he'll make some little demure damsel a good, honest husband. He'll keep her happy in bed too. Even demure little damsels like a good fucking now and then.
Lorna was livid with jealousy and rage when I gleefully told her about Tony leaving her and spending the rest of the night on the couch with me. She was madder about that than my blow-by-blow description of Jerry's expert job on me at the car, also his spree with the redhead with the snapping pussy. I'll never understand a woman like her. I understand good honest girls who admit liking a good hard prick now and then, but Lorna-never.
We were all tired by the time Jerry got back, so we turned in and slept like innocent babes.
The next morning, Lorna was her old stiff self again. She acted as though the weekend had never happened. She was like that most of the time I knew her, a very strange creature. We did have a few more sexual encounters together, even another Lesbian bout-which still isn't my cup of tea. I liked Lorna. all the time I stayed there, but I just couldn't figure her out.
CHAPTER FIVE
Another week had slipped by and here it was Friday again. The school had a pretty good football team and the whole town was all agog. Our school was only Class C, but we had some pretty good players. It was the day of the last game of the season. We had won every game so far this year, so practically the whole town was going; it was a road game.
I hadn't been to any other-out-of-town games, although I'd had the opportunity. I figured since it was the last one I would go. I didn't even know whom I'd be riding with. Only that it would be at least one other adult and a bunch of kids.
I went right home after school and changed into some warm clothes; these late-season night games can get pretty cold. I thought about slacks but decided a skirt would be more becoming for a teacher. I did wear underwear, though, and hose. Men always wonder how such thin little things can keep a girl warm, but they do. Lorna and Jerry had left early with some others, so all I had to do was wait for my ride.
I heard a horn honk, so I grabbed my coat and went out the door. There was a man behind the wheel and four kids in the car. The girl in front scooted over as I climbed in. There were two other girls and a boy in the back. I knew all the students but not the driver.
"Hi," the man said. "I'm Harry Gibson, and I know you're Miss Gordon. Just call me Harry."
"Okay, if you'll call me Sharon," I replied.
"I sure will, Sharon. My wife usually goes to all the games, but she felt lousy all day and decided not to go out in the cold. I'm sure glad you're coming along. These kids would drive me crazy alone."
I laughed. I could tell we would get along fine. I liked him immediately. He was an average middle-aged father; funny, none of his own kids was going in his car. I guess it's always more fun in someone else's car. As I said, he was average, not good looking, not bad looking, just a guy. He was a nice guy, though. We had a good trip; laughing, joking, singing, you know how these school trips are.
We got to our destination and stopped and had dinner at a cafe. Then we went over to the school and parked the car. It was chilly already and the game hadn't even started. The kids all took off to who knows where, and we didn't see them again until after the game.
It was a very exciting game and we were winning, but by half time I was frozen stiff. I'm just not one of those cold-weather, outdoor-type girls. I prefer my athletics inside, even if inside is in a car. Harry could see I was cold and suggested we go sit in the car. I readily agreed.
I hadn't noticed, but quite a few people had gotten into their cars. In case you've never been to a small-town game, you probably don't know that the spectators pull their cars up to the field and watch from them when it's cold. Anyway, we got in the car and Harry found a place at one end of the field. It was on the opposition's side, but that was all that was left. He left the heater running and it was soon warm and toasty inside. A pleasant relief.
I was soon warm clear through and pulled my coat off. I stretched languidly and laid my head back. I really wasn't trying to, but it made my breasts stick out rather invitingly. You know cars and skirts. Well, without realizing it, mine had worked up a bit and showed a generous portion of thigh. I always was careless about that, even when I wasn't trying. After all, I had no intention of seducing this nice husband and father. In spite of my intentions, Harry did seem to be getting a little worked up.
"I hope you won't take offense to this, but I'd like a drink," he said, reaching over to the glove compartment for a bottle.
"Shucks, no," I drawled, laughing.
"You care for one?"
"Don't mind if I do. It'll help keep me warm." He handed me the bottle and I took a long drink.
God, there sure as hell has to be an easier way to drink whiskey than straight. Under the circumstances, though, I guess it was the most practical way. He took a long pull and handed it back. I really wasn't quite ready yet, but took another slug, anyway. He laughed at the wry face I made.
By the time the game started again, I was feeling no pain. I imagine he had a bit of a buzz on too.
Liquor has a way of breaking the ice between two people, and we were soon like old friends. Harry was half turned in his seat and had his arm on its back. I was sitting in the middle of the seat and half turned to him. His hand was on my shoulder. I knew he wanted me, so I leaned my face to him. He needed no further encouragement. His arm slipped around my shoulder and his lips met mine. It was a long, drawn-out kiss, both of us cooperating to the utmost.
He slid out from under the wheel a bit, and I slid over closer to him. We went on a necking session-without talk-to end all necking sessions. He was a very good kisser, and his long tongue soon found its way between my lips. I frenched him back. I felt giddy from the booze and hot from the necking. He sensed when he had it made. I felt his hand softly stealing up my leg. I decided to let him call the action, so I didn't automatically reach for his bulge like I usually do.
"You feel so soft and warm, Sharon," he whispered in my ear, as his fingers slipped between my thighs.
He was on the soft flesh just above my hose now, and I felt all goose bumpy. I waited until his hands pulled impatiently on my thighs, before I opened them. I spread them a bit more as he neared my cunt. The electricity shot through me as he probed around the lips through the flimsy silk. Without further hesitation, my legs spread open widely. He was kissing my ears and neck now, and his fingers were under my pants. I sighed aloud as he squeezed the hairy lips together with his thumb and forefinger.
"Glad we're on the side where nobody knows us. Maybe we better go park somewhere else, anyway," he said, almost as an afterthought.
He put the car in gear and drove away from the field. He didn't go too far-evidently didn't want to waste the time-just over by the deserted school building. He stopped the car and snapped off the lights. While he was doing this, I pulled my skirt up and took another drink from the near-empty bottle. Boy, did I feel good!
He looked at me, my skirt over my hips and my legs spread wide open.
"You sexy bitch," was all he could say.
He slid over and unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it open. He undid my bra and whistled softly as he popped a bulging tit into view. He quickly fastened his lips to a nipple and slid his hand into my panties. He sucked hard on the ripe, red nipple as his middle finger pushed between my lips and into my cunt. I just threw my head back and enjoyed it. My nipple was hard in his mouth, so he moved to the other. With his free hand, he gently pinched the nipple he'd left. They both stood out hard and red under his manipulation.
"Why don't you pull my panties off, honey?" I sighed. "Make me easier to get at."
He released my tits and took my pants by the elastic band. I raised my ass off the seat as he pulled them down my thighs. They fell in a heap at my feet. I kicked them free. He was breathing very hard as he stared at my hairy grotto.
"Lord, honey, you're so beautiful. Those gorgeous hairy lips, so thick and pink," he panted, his eyes glued to my spot.
"Would you like to kiss it, Harry baby?" I said softly.
I spread my thighs widely apart and reached down with my lingers and pulled the lips open for his gaze. It was pink and wet inside, my button protruding lustily as I opened . and closed my snatch.
"Oh, God, yes, I sure would!"
I had known he would, even before he answered.
"Then do it ... damn it!" I swore.
He shoved the seat back as far as it would go and was instantly on his knees in front of me. I slumped forward in the seat and draped my legs over his shoulders. I parted the lips and thrust it into his face.
"Now suck, sweetheart, suck!" I moaned.
He didn't suck, he stuck out his tongue instead-God, what a long tongue he had-and jammed it deeply into the wet and waiting hole. I let go of the lips and they closed hungrily around his extended tongue. His lips closed around my gash, and he rolled his tongue in a curl and started sucking. In and out it went, deeper than a tongue had ever been. He wiggled it deeply inside me, and I went positively mad with delight. .
"Oh, goddamn you, Harry," I wailed, "that's wonderful. Oh, oh, keep it up, it feels soo goood!"
He did too. He lapped at my hairy little box until I was wild. I didn't come, though. I was so close several times I thought I'd faint. I grabbed his, head and pulled his face into my crotch so tightly I don't see how he breathed. I was gasping as I pushed his head back.
"Come back up here, honey," I cried. "You've got to be the best cunt lapper in the whole world, but now I need something else."
I knew with all the booze in me, only his prick would make me come the way I wanted-and, oh, how I wanted to come!
He got back upon the seat. I didn't waste any time. I reached over and unbuckled his belt, at the same time I yanked on his zipper. I quickly reached in and pulled out a cock that was big and hard. I felt it throb as I squeezed it.
"Oh, Harry," I squealed, "it's beautiful. Honey, I'd suck it right off of you, but I want fucked-really fucked."
"Please suck it, just a little," he pleaded. "My wife won't. I won't come ... promise."
"No!" I said stubbornly. "The game will be over, and there's not enough time for both. Tell you what, fuck me good, and I'll suck you all the way after you take all the kids home."
"You're on, honey. Get in the back where there's more room."
I awkwardly scrambled over the seat and spread out. He quickly followed. I pulled him to me and grabbed his meat, shoving it to my pussy. It was slick and ready; in fact, I swear it opened up and gobbled him in. His shaft slipped immediately in and his hair ground against mine as it went all the way. He pulled it almost all the way out and then rammed it back in. Several times like this, and I wound my long legs around his back and clamped him deeply inside me.
"Now just fuck, Mr. Harry," I ordered, "hard and fast. Oh, damn you, don't stop, ram harder. Oh, I ... Goddamn, man, you sure can fuck good. I-I'm coming ... it's so close ... oh, oh, I always talk so much ... pecker feels so good. Oooooh!"
I collapsed beneath him. My legs fell from his back. I felt weak and knew I'd been laid, but good.
"Ooooh, you sweet bitch!" he cried.
His hot spunk poured into me like a volcano erupting. It seemed like he would never stop. He pumped and it squirted, over and over, until I was full to the brim.
We were both completely spent. We lay there for a minute or two.
We realized horns were honking-the game had ended. We quickly fixed ourselves as best we could as the urgency of getting back hit us. I jumped out and took a fast pee, squatting behind the car. I jumped back in and the engine started.
"Mister," I whispered, as he whipped back to the field, "we must certainly do that again, and very soon."
He grinned and nodded vigorously, as the door flew open and kids scrambled into the car. I paled considerably when I saw my rumpled panties on the floor, then breathed a sigh of relief when no one saw me deftly kick them under the seat. Harry grinned sickeningly at me; he'd seen them too.
We stopped and had hamburgers and Cokes and then joyously headed for home. I said joyously, because we had won-an unbeaten season.
The kids all wanted to sit in the back. I didn't once look back, but I knew they were doing some necking-maybe even a little feeling. I don't think I'd have minded if they'd fucked each other all the way back, the way I felt. The boy would've been a bit tired, though.
They were all asleep by the time we got halfway home. Harry had his hand under my skirt and tickled my legs and pussy most of the way. I just lay back in the seat and enjoyed it.
I looked back when we pulled into town and saw a maze of girls' legs. The boy's hand was under a dress, and one of the girls had her hand inside his pants. I didn't say anything, just turned around and said, "We're home," loud enough to awaken them.
Harry made record time unloading kids. I guess he remembered my promise.
He quickly wheeled to a secluded spot and brought the car to an abrupt halt. He reached over and hauled the near-empty bottle from the glove compartment. We sat and sipped until it was empty. I was feeling it again. He tossed it out the window and pulled a fresh half-pint out.
"Been saving this for the last," he said.
He opened it and handed it to me.
I took a long, hard pull on it, then another.
We started to neck again. By the time the half-pint joined the other empty on the ground outside, I was so crocked I could hardly see. He was pretty well looped too.
"Now, lesh, er, let's get down to business," he slurred slowly.
I knew what he wanted, even in my condition.
"Okay, baby, you want your cock sucked ... well ... little Sharon's just the girl to suck it for you."
I fumbled with his fly and finally got it open. I reached in and played with it a little. It was hard. It got harder as I cupped his balls and tickled with my fingers. I finally pulled it out into the open. I had him slide out from under the wheel and turn towards me, and I bent to my task.
The moon was out and the night was quite light. I could see his rod glisten in the moonlight. The skin was pulled up and completely covered the glands. He groaned as I put my thumb and finger tightly around it and slowly skinned it back-all the way. The swollen head jerked as I put my wet lips to its tip. I pushed it into my mouth, just the head, and stopped. I sucked for a moment and pulled my mouth hard up over the knob. He moaned and rolled his head from side to side. He sucked air through his pursed lips when I spread the hole and stuck the tip of my tongue into it. I squeezed tightly with my lips as I slid back down over the knob and down the shaft as far as I could take it. His cock was so far in my mouth I almost gagged.
He had his hand in my blouse and was roughly squeezing my breast. He had broken a bra strap in his anxiety to get a tit in his hand. He squeezed hard, and I sucked harder. I backed off and licked around him like it was a stick of candy; it was to me.
From his squirming around I knew he was close, so I really gave him the works. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and pulled the skin down as far as it would go. I put my lips around the head and bobbed up and down over the head as hard and fast as I could go. At the same time I gripped him tightly in my fist and jacked him off roughly.
He came with a lurch of his ass and a scream from his lips.
"Good Christ Almighty," he bellowed, "you've blown my nuts apart!"
He fell back limply as his come spurted into my drooling mouth. I sucked and let the thick, milky fluid slowly slide down my throat. I sucked until he screamed for mercy. He was bone dry, and I drank it all.
"Well, honey," I giggled, "you wanted to be blowed ... consider your ... uh, shelf blowed, or ish it blown? God, I'm drunk."
Harry was absolutely finished. I tried to get him to suck me a little, but he just wasn't in the mood anymore. He drove me home, but I did get a few fervent kisses and plans to meet again-which we have many times-from him.
I don't know how the hell he got in his house in his condition, but I guess that was his problem. Luckily he retrieved my panties and returned them to me before his wife found them.
I'll admit one thing, he fucks as good as any guy I've ever had it with. We must've made it at least once a month all the time I taught there, and it was exquisite every single time. He has a real attractive wife too, who I'm sure must appreciate his prowess in bed.
I staggered into the house and literally fell up the stairs. I don't know if I woke anyone, but if I didn't, they sure are sound sleepers. I stripped off my clothes and fell on the bed.
I didn't awaken until past noon the next day. There I lay, bare-ass naked and my door standing wide open. No one mentioned it, so neither did I.
CHAPTER SIX
My schedule was so full, and I had so many pricks to keep me happy, that before I knew it, it was time to go home for the holidays. I took the long bus ride in far better spirits than I had the first time. In fact, I thought more about returning after New Year's than I did of going home.
We had a great reunion, my folks and I. The days were filled with things to do, family things, and the time flew by.
I visited some with close friends, but spent most of the time at home. Mom and Dad were swell, and we really enjoyed one another. I guess I'd grown up a little, and they were so proud of my staying with a job they knew I hated-little did they know.
I was going to run up to the college and see an old prof friend of mine, but I just didn't get the time. He was close to fifty years old and kind of grizzled looking. You know, the proverbial seedy professor type. He was head of the history department and had taught many of my classes. I had taken to sitting in the front row, showing him as much of me as I dared. I thought it was a gas frustrating this old guy until he asked me to stay after class one day and screwed me right there in my very own seat. Boy, was I ever surprised.
He decided right afterwards that it was much too dangerous there in the classroom, so he took me out and screwed me again in the back seat of his car. Right in the parking lot. He decided this was too dangerous too, so he took me home-to his home-and I'll be damned if he didn't work up another hard-on and screw me again on his couch in the front room. His wife was out shopping. After that, he was more discreet and drove to some remote spot or got a motel. He fucked me so many times in a certain motel, I felt like we owned the joint.
So you male sexual animals won't feel too inadequate compared to an old college prof, I did have to fondle and suck hell out of him to get him up that third time. He never went that many times in one day after that, either. I guess he'd been storing it all up that first day for all the times I had tantalized him with peeks at my hairy little jewel. I had developed a system where I could cross and uncross my. legs so he could see all the way up.
He was a photography nut, and I let him do something I've never let anyone else do. He took pictures of me in every lurid pose imaginable. He had a timer on his elaborate camera and took pics of us fucking and me sucking, and all sorts of things. I really don't know why, but it made me feel hot and dirty to let him put it on film. I saw many of the pictures, and they were beauts. He really is a fine photographer. I'm afraid I never did stop to think what would happen if he'd die suddenly and his wife would find the photos. She knew me and my folks quite well. I've even been so brazen as to come to her house for dinner right after her old man fucked me. He even diddled me while she was in the kitchen fixing dinner. I think the risk increased his desire.
I vividly remember one time we made out by a tree outside his office. He hiked my skirt and backed me up to the tree. He took his dick out and I wrapped both legs around his middle and he poured the cobs to me, in. broad daylight. It was fun, but the bark on the tree scratched my ass. Do you realize the consequences if we'd been caught? He'd have been ruined, and I'd have been disgraced; but then we never thought of that.
Quite a few guys laid me in college, but the old prof pronged me more times than any other five guys put together. He sure liked my pussy. Undoubtedly many other pussies too.
I even spent a night inside the dorm once-the men's dorm. I'm kind of ashamed of that, but I can at least plead intoxication. I was stoned to the gills, and this guy sneaks me up to his room and lays me. He turns out to be a real blabbermouth and showoff. He lets his roommate have me and then goes down the hall recruiting others, to boot. Three of his buddies, and I don't know how many more, if any, got into me just before
I passed out, which was right about the time the fifth guy popped his nuts into me. I didn't really go for that. I was so hung-over and sore the next day, I swore off gang bangs then and there.
Really, outside the prof, none of my college affairs amounted to too much. Just a bunch of guys with peckers, in all sizes. You probably think I'm awful, but when I get hot, I can't turn it down; and I get hot so damn easy!
I hadn't gone out on any dates since I'd been home, and my mom thought I should. I just didn't feel like it, after all, I'd come home to rest. I didn't miss the action, because I knew there was more than ample waiting for me back at school. like I'd said, the only one I had considered was the prof, and I just hadn't gotten around to it.
Well, anyway, it was almost New Year's Eve, and this guy asked me to a party, so I accepted, out of deference to Mom. She liked the guy and was always telling me what a nice boy he was. He was our preacher's kid, and Mom, along with so many of the other moms, thought he was just grand. He was so polite and displayed such excellent manners; well, you know the type. I reluctantly accepted and made my mom happy, him too. He had been after me for a date many times in the past, but I had avoided him like the plague.
Actually, he was a good-looking guy, almost too pretty for a boy. Yet he wasn't sissyfied, just polite and well mannered, the kind mothers like. Boy, am I going to have fun New Year's Eve. Ha, ha, I thought. Out with a preacher's kid, on New Year's Eve, of all nights. However, I really got fooled. What a perverted, drunken son of a bitch he turned out. to be. I really think he was as far out as any guy I'd ever dated. If my dear old mother only knew!
He picked me up around eight and put on his usual charm for the old folks. What a phony bastard, is all I can say. We no more than got in the car than he whipped out a jug, put his hand on my knee, and offered me a drink. I gladly took one, a big one, because I needed the fortification. He took a couple of hefty slugs. My eyes were still watering from the fiery liquid but it didn't seem to phase him. He reached over and tried pawing me for openers, but I pushed him off and told him I was a lady-ha! He grumbled but started the car and took off. We hit a couple of night spots first. Boy, could Tobey-that's the creep's name-pour it down. He drank two to my one all the way, and I was feeling a bit high already.
A little after eleven we gave up on the bars and went to a private party. I didn't know a soul. It was a wild crowd, and everyone was already plastered. There was a whole lot of good-looking guys and broads there. I had somehow warded off Tobey all evening, and he was getting a bit pissed, to say the least.
Everyone was boozing it up and slopping all over each other. The next room was a big, dark one where they danced and necked. We had a stiff drink and went in to dance. As my eyes became accustomed to the dark, I could see that .more than a bit of necking was going on. Nobody was going all the way, mind you, but I could see a few skirts hiked up here and there. There was overstuffed chairs and couches scattered around and all were well occupied.
As we danced, I noticed a ravishing little blonde with great big boobs dancing with a tall, skinny guy. At second glance, I saw she had her hand clear inside his pants, and from the motion it was obvious she was jacking him off-with considerable haste too. Maybe she wanted to cool him so she could get with someone else. I was fascinated and kept watching. Moments later he jerked his head up, and his eyes, which had been closed, popped open. She pulled her hand out of his fly with a very disgusted look on her face, ran from the room, holding her hand out like it was diseased. Hell, she should've known what would happen; so she got a little on her, what about the poor guy's leg?
Tobey was very unhappy with me by this time, so I figured I'd better warm up a little or he'd take me home. I really didn't want to go, because I was having a ball watching all the guys and dolls make out. He muttered something about being sick and tired of wrestling unsuccessfully with me, so I up and kissed him hard on the mouth.
"Now, that's much better," he said, his eyes lighting up.
"I can do better than that too," I said, following it with a long, sucking French job, good and wet.
This inspired him so much, he tried to get me on a couch with another couple. They didn't like it and neither did I. Evidently he thought a little more to drink would do the trick, because he dragged me out to the drinking room.
He liked showing me off and introduced me to several of his buddies. They made it apparent they liked what they saw. An athletic-looking fellow with a crew cut talked Tobey into letting him dance with me.
He danced like a dream, and before we went ten feet our lips were glued together. He held me very closely and my tits bored into his chest. Our bodies were pressed together all the way down. He rubbed his crotch against mine and put his knee between my legs as we danced. When we broke our long, hard kiss, his lips moved across my cheek and down my neck.
"Say, you're some hot little chick," he whispered in my ear. "I sure didn't know that queer Tobey knew any broads with your class."
"Queer?" I jerked back and looked into his face.
"Uh, sorry, didn't really mean that, just an expression used now and then," he quickly explained, "but you've got to admit he's really too pretty to be all man, now don't you?"
I giggled.
"Yes, I really do have to admit that. You're not, though."
I gave him a very sexy look.
His grip tightened on me at this and our lips met again. This time I poured my tongue into his mouth. I swear, I reached clear to his tonsils. He was, if you'll pardon the expression, eating it up. His hand deftly untucked my blouse and stealthily slid up my bare back. The dexterity in his fingers was really quite good as my bra unhooked as if by magic. It was the type one usually wears with a strapless gown, no shoulder straps, and it would have fallen off, but his body was against mine so tightly it didn't move an inch.
"What do you propose to do with my bra when it falls on the floor, wise guy?" I said with feigned anger.
"Gosh, I didn't even think of that," he said stupidly. "Here, I'll stick it in my pocket."
Oh, he was a smart bastard, all right. He got my blouse all the way out while getting the bra off. However, he succeeded, and one very good strapless bra went into his pocket. He wasted no time. His hand was under my blouse, lovingly fondling one of my proud possessions. He must've been a contortionist instead of an athlete; you'd have thought his arm would break off in that position. Didn't seem to bother him, though; he had my left nipple in a tizzy in no time.-
"Jesus Christ," he gurgled, "what magnificent breasts!"
I smiled broadly, both inside and out. I must admit, I'm quite proud of my more-than-adequate knockers.
Two of his talented fingers were stimulating hell out of my marble-hard nipple, and his other hand gripped one cheek of my ass tightly. It bunched my skirt up and pulled my box firmly against his prick. I was panting with passion and about to suggest we find a couch, when guess who cut in?
"Come on, fella, it's my girl, you know," came Tobey's alcoholic voice.
I could see his friend grit his teeth with the desire to punch Tobey in the face, but he swore and meekly stomped away. It seemed strange he left so easily.
Tobey grabbed me roughly in his arms, and we more or less stumbled our way across the dance floor. If old Tobey didn't watch out, he was gonna get so crocked he'd pass out. I'll bet his male friends were just waiting for that moment.
"Goddamn it, Sharon, you shouldn't stay so long here in the dark with that bastard," he swore. "That dirty cocksucker'll try to fuck you right here on the dance floor."
I was really beginning to feel my oats now too.
"I know it, you dumb prick," I swore back at him. "He was just about ready to when you cut in."
"Sharon!" he cried with amazement. "I never heard you talk like that before."
He noticed I felt different from the last time he held me closely. He brazenly reached under my blouse and filled his hand with tit.
"Damn," he muttered, "I must be getting drunk. I could've sworn you had a bra on the first time we danced. In fact ... I'm sure you did. I felt it when I tried to feel you up in the car and you wouldn't let me."
He eyed me strangely.
"Of course I had a bra on, dummy," I said disgustedly. "Your friend has it in his pocket.
"Sweet shit!" he exploded. "You won't let me lay a hand on you, and some guy you don't even know takes your bra off on the dance floor-and I'm the guy who brought you to this bash." His face was red as hell with anger. "Now, what the goddamn hell goes?"
"Now, Tobey baby," I soothed. "I was just kidding with you. Don't get mad."
I reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. I started to let go, then decided to feel again. It was soft, but, damn, even soft it was huge. I squeezed him again, this time hard.
"I'll bet I can make it up to you," I quickly added.
He looked dumbfounded-pleased, but still dumbfounded. His brain must've been in a fog because he just stood there. Then his mind began to untwist and he smiled weakly at me. He had been so confused his cock was still limp as a dishrag, and with me squeezing hell out of it.
"Yeah, I'll bet you can," he said, his composure returned. "You know, I always felt a broad with a body like yours has to be a hot number, but the way you were acting tonight, I thought sure I had drawn a bust."
He grinned and then burst into a loud guffaw, slapping me on the back.
"Hey, that's a good one ... 'Drawn a bust' ... get it?"
"Yes, Tobey, I get it," I frowned, "and I got the slap on the back too, buster."
"Oh," he looked sheepish, "sorry, honey. It won't happen again."
To my surprise, he took me by the hand and led me back into the next room. He turned and grinned at me.
"Look, sweetie, you got me so riled up I've got to go and pee."
He looked around the room, spotted someone, and led me across the floor. We came up to this big guy and stopped.
"Sharon, I'm going to leave you with old Arnie here. You'll be safe with him until I get back. Arnie, this is Sharon and vice-versa-heh, heh. I'm gonna go pee and have one more drinkee, and then I'll be back. Protect her, Am." He wandered off, mumbling, "Damn, you're a clever bastard, Tobey old boy."
"Hello, Arnie," I said.
Arnie was big and overweight, in fact, you could call him fat. He had a pimply face and his clothes looked like he'd slept in them. It didn't affect his eyesight, though, because he sure looked at me in the right places.
"Hi," he said, and just stood there cracking his knuckles.
"Tobey said I'd be safe with you, honey, but he didn't say you'd be safe with me. Let's go dance."
Arnie had picked up a drink from the table, so I took it from his hand and swallowed it in one gulp. I really was high. Not the staggering drunk way, just happy as hell and game for anything.
"Come on, baby," I said.
I took his hand and he followed like an obedient puppy. Once on the floor, though, it changed. Wow, this overgrown lummox could really dance. He swept me across the floor with the grace of a gazelle. When the music stopped I was all out of breath.
"Gee, you dance divinely, Arnie," I said. "Everybody does something well," was his curt reply.
Poor fella, I thought. I nuzzled up to him and kissed him on the lips. He reacted immediately. His arms were around me as he fervently kissed back. On about the fourth kiss my hand absently fell to his fly, and, before I even realized it, I had him unzipped and my hand on his cock. It hardened instantly and I could feel him quiver.
Old Arnie sure could fool a girl, as well as Tobey. As his tongue slithered into my mouth, one hand caressed under my blouse and the other gripped my butt-under my skirt. Intrigued with what I had seen the blonde girl do earlier, I commenced to massage his throbbing pecker. His arm must've been a mile long, because he was rubbing my cunt with his fingers-from behind. God, I was getting all hot and bothered.
"Not too much, Sharon," he warned. "You'll make me come in my pants."
He was smarter than that long drink of water I'd seen earlier. Anyway, I'm no sadist, sol pulled it out in the fresh air.
"All right, honey," I said huskily, "if you want none on your pants, I'll see that you get none on your pants."
I was really stoned by now and in one of my dirty moods that I just can't control. I ran my tongue around his lips and unsteadily slipped to my knees in front of him. I took his cock between finger and thumb and stuck it into my mouth. I started sucking him off with gusto, right there in the middle of the dance floor. He had half unbuttoned my blouse and my tits were hanging out, and kneeling down like I was, my skirt was up to my crotch. It must've been a beautifully obscene sight for the dancers to watch.
Arnie didn't seem to give a damn, and I sure as hell didn't. He reached down and grabbed a tit in his big hand as he humped in and out of my delicate lips. I sucked and worked the skin rapidly back and forth on his straining penis.
"Oh, oh, that feels good," he groaned loudly, as he grasped my head and pulled my face tightly against his balls.
His cock was completely in my mouth, almost choking me. I frantically sucked away, as he stroked into my mouth as furiously as he could.
"Make me come, you bitch, take it all in your mouth ... the balls too, if you can. Have I ever got a charge saved up for you ... Oh, damn, J.. ... I hope you like the taste, baby, 'cause here I commm ... oh, goddamn!"
Hot shit! I sure as hell did like the taste, and he sure as hell wasn't kidding about having it all saved up. His cock went hard as rock and his love juice splattered against the back of my mouth. It kept coming in huge spurts until my cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. I slumped down so I could tilt my head back and not lose his horn. In this position the come slid down my throat. Boy, what a way for a girl to lubricate her tonsils! I hungrily drained his balls of every drop. I do believe he supplied my mouth with more goo than I ever had at one setting before in my whole life.
Arnie just stood there with his legs apart and his head thrown back, as I nibbled gingerly on his erect but dry nozzle. I sat there on my legs and licked at him and then took just the very tip in my mouth and sucked for dear life on the little pee hole. He groaned, but didn't say a word, and his cock was still stiff as a board.
All of a sudden the silence was shattered with a scream.
"Sharon! Jesus Christ, what the hell you doing?"
My eyes popped open. I dropped Arnie's prick from my mouth and looked around. There stood Tobey, his hands on his hips and his face purple with rage. I glanced around the room. I was surrounded by a large circle of people, all watching my superb sucking job. I noticed Tobey's athletic friend among them. Piss, I thought, I never did find out what his name was.
"Why, Tobey, don't you know what I'm doing?" I said calmly. "I'm sucking old Arnie's prick like it's never been sucked before."
With this, I tenderly kissed it on the head, rubbed it lovingly across my cheek, and gently tucked the rock-hard mass back into his pants. I then zipped up his pants and patted them lovingly.
"The dumb son of a bitch never will go down ... hardest damn cock I ever did suck," I murmured aloud.
My appreciative audience howled with glee.
Tobey, however, didn't howl with glee. He grabbed me by the hand and jerked me to my feet. He raced from the room, dragging me with him, as I stumbled and giggled idiotically.
In the next room, everyone stood around calmly talking and drinking, not realizing the exquisite exhibition they had just missed. Tobey's face was red; he was literally frothing at the mouth.
"You dirty bitch," he screamed at me, "have you no shame? Don't you realize you mortified me in front of my friends? Of all the filthy...."
"Don't cuss me out, you stupid bastard," I interrupted him at the top of my lungs. "The only thing bugging you is, it was Arnie's cock in my mouth and not yours."
Everyone was staring at us now.
"Shhhhh! Damn it, everyone's looking. I'm sorry, honey," he simpered, "I just got mad and lost my head."
"That's better," I said indignantly. "Now, if you like, break yours out and I'll suck it here in front of the rest of your friends. Your friends ... Ha!"
"Now, honey, be reasonable," he pleaded. "Come on, let's go dance."
I went reluctantly to the dance floor. Tobey reached over and tucked one of my breasts back into my open blouse. He didn't button my blouse back up, however. Sobered his ass up, I did, I thought. I leered defiantly at him and pulled the tit back out. He looked so sickeningly at me I thought he would cry. All of a sudden I felt sorry for him.
"I'm sorry too, honey," I apologized, neatly tucking the mound of flesh back into my blouse. I didn't button it, either.
We started to dance to the slow mood piece emanating from the record player. A voice came from behind:
"Am I next, baby?"
Then from the side:
"Honey, you can suck my cock now; it's still hard too."
They seemed to come from everywhere.
"Mine's lots bigger; wanna bite it?"
"Hey, sweetie, I'll give you fifty bucks for a job like that."
And so on. Then Tobey's crew-cut athlete came over.
"Want me to punch a couple of these comedians out for you, Tobey?" he asked.
"No, Terry," Tobey answered, "they're just having fun. I'm not mad anymore."
"So, your name's Terry. Hi, Terry baby," I giggled drunkenly. "Frankly, I think some of them need punching out."
I slumped slowly to the floor, but Tobey caught me and pulled me back upright.
"Tobey honey ... Tobey with big prick, heh, heh." I reached over and pinched his dong. "I need another drink, sweetie."
Boy, was I loaded.
"Terry," Tobey said, as he held me upright, "I'm taking Sharon upstairs for a lay before she passes out and spoils the evening."
"Okay, Tobey. What room?"
Terry had his hand on Tobey's neck. I squinted an eye and looked suspiciously at them.
"Any that's empty. Wait a little while and then come on up. Just start looking in rooms until you find us. You'll get to see a lot of asses bobbing in the air that way." He winked.
"Okay, honey, I'll give you about fifteen minutes."
I jerked awake and stared at the two "boys." Boy, oh, boy, I'd have dragged ass right then and there, except I could hardly walk.
Tobey eased me off the dance floor and out through the next room. He grabbed a full bottle of champagne from somewhere and dragged me up some stairs. We made the top and headed down a long hall. He opened doors, looked in, cursed, moved to the next. Every room had at least one couple in it, some three and four, and they were all screwing. Boy, what an orgy. No one had any clothes on, just naked, shiny bodies. I saw a little of everything. Couldn't understand why he didn't go in; they all looked interesting.
A door flew open and this little blonde I'd seen jack this guy off earlier came running out. She was giggling, screaming, and naked. She really had a huge set of boobs, and they were flopping wildly as she ran down the hall. A guy came charging after her. He had a throbbing hard-on and it bounced from leg to leg as he barreled after her. Tobey quickly pulled me into the vacant room and closed the door.
"Now, baby, it's my turn," Tobey chortled. "Now we're gonna have some fun."
"S'all right with me, big cock, tha's wha' I came for," I giggled.
He commenced peeling my clothes off immediately. He whistled softly as my blouse floated to the floor. My skirt was readily unzipped and followed the blouse. He whistled again, louder, at sight of my hairy bush. When you wear no pants, the cunt comes into view quickly.
"Honey, I like that black satin garter belt. We'll just leave that on, the hose and heels too. Yeah, leave the necklace too, sets off your magnificent tits very nicely."
"Okay, now it's your turn, big cock." I grinned.
He didn't need coaxing; his clothes joined mine on the floor. When he got down to nothing but his shorts, I intervened. I grabbed his cock through his shorts. Now it was hard-and huge! I jerked his shorts down his hips. God, what a prick! It was about eight or nine inches long, as big around as my wrist and throbbing to beat hell. I moistened my lips and stared at it.
"Oooooh, honey, it's beautiful!" I cried in delight. "It's the biggest one I've ever seen."
The goddamn thing will kill me, I thought. I only thought it, didn't mean it, 'cause I wanted it, all of it. What a way to go!
He was a proud bastard and grabbed it and held it out straight while he strutted around in front of me. I did a little strutting too, holding a whopping tit out for him to see. We were both good and hot and rarin' to go.
"We're gonna have us a real sex orgy, baby," he roared, "and first you're gonna suck a bit. Not all the way like you did to Arnie. Just a bit."
He sat on the rumpled bed, which obviously had been well used, and had me kneel before him. He grabbed a tit in each hand as I bent forward and licked his knob. The head was half exposed, and he groaned as I slowly skinned it back. The skin inched back and finally popped off the fiery red, bulging knob. A tiny drop stood in the gaping hole at the end. I cupped his large balls in my hands and my tongue darted out. The drop disappeared. I opened my mouth widely and chomped down on the head. It was hot and moist and practically filled my mouth. He put his hand behind my head and pushed his cock in deeper. I gagged, so he pulled a little out.
"Suck, you dirty bitch, suck!" he growled.
I sucked for dear life. It's not easy to suck with a mouthful like that, you know.
I heard the door open. I couldn't speak or even turn my head. I was impaled on this massive rod, so I just kept sucking.
I heard Terry's voice:
"God, what a beautiful sight!"
"Hey, Terry baby," Tobey chirped, "this little gal can really play a skin flute. I can see how she got such a beautiful tune out of fat old Arnie now."
I couldn't see them, but I was aware of more clothes falling on the floor. I felt Terry come up behind me. His legs pressed against my back, then his cock lay on my shoulder. He nuzzled it against my neck and then into my ear. It was hard.
"Okay, Sheri honey, that's enough for now," Tobey said.
I relaxed my jaws and he pulled out. Terry stepped back and I turned around. Still sitting on the floor, I looked up at him. Geez, what a beautiful build he had-and what a little cock, I almost laughed. Here was slim, almost effeminate Tobey with a gigantic prong; and muscular, athletic-looking Terry with one the size of my middle finger. It sure didn't make any sense.
"Okay, now," Tobey ordered, grabbing the bottle of champagne. "I'm gonna drink me some champagne right out of little Sharon's red-hot pussy."
I protested vigorously, but it didn't do me any good. They hoisted me onto the bed and propped my ass up in the air with a bunch of pillows. I was actually lying on my neck with my hips straight up in the air. Good old Terry held me firmly in place. I heard the cork pop and the bubbly bubble. The next thing I knew, Tobey was up on the bed pouring the cold liquid into my cunt.
"Christ Almighty," I screamed, writhing in an effort to get free.
Terry was as strong as he looked and I couldn't move.
"You dirty sons of bitches, you lousy bastards! Please, don't do that," I begged. But to no avail.
Tobey laughed gleefully as he spread my lips wide open with one hand and filled the ruby hole with bubbly champagne. Then, still holding the lips open, he lowered his mouth and with a slurping sound, sucked the giggle water out. It tickled and gave me a strange sensation when he sucked the grape from my twat. I don't know how much he drank that way, but it seemed like he just kept pouring it in and then sucking it back out. It trickled down my belly, or should I say up, and formed a river down the crack of my ass, soaking the top pillow. I got to where I was actually getting a kick out of it.
He took the bottle and probed around my cunt with it, finally poking the neck down into my hole. He steadied it, and it stood up straight and gurgled like an office water bottle. I giggled as he slowly pushed it in and out. He finally pulled it out, spilling some all over my belly and breasts. They both laughed uproariously. He handed it to Terry and he took a big slug, gargled it, and then swallowed it.
They pulled the pillows out and I fell flat. I was pretty sticky from the champagne that had run freely down my body. They just stood and stared at me for awhile. Tobey finally handed me the bottle, still about a quarter full, and I took a big long drink. Gosh, it tasted good. I rolled over on my stomach to wait their next move.
"Now, little champagne glass," Tobey giggled, "I better let Terry have some fun before he flips his cool. Maybe you hadn't realized it, but Terry's a wee bit queer, just a wee bit, mind you."
I had suspected it, but hadn't admitted it. Tobey stretched out on the floor on his back, his big dong waving in the air. My eyes widened, and I gazed intently at the two as the big athletic fellow got down on the floor and eagerly took Tobey's gallant rod in his mouth. I'd never seen anything like this before, and I could hardly keep from laughing. It looked so funny to see this big, muscular fellow on his hands and knees, his little cock dangling stiff and hard between his legs, sucking so greedily on another guy's meat.
It didn't exactly turn me on, either, but to each his own. I chuckled when I thought of this big queer calling Tobey a queer earlier in the evening. It was obvious now why he had done everything Tobey had told him to. I drank some more champagne and pulled off my garter belt and hose, since they were all sticky anyway, and lay back down to watch the fun.
All at once Tobey jerked free. Terry looked bewildered and sat up.
"That's all for now, buddy," Tobey said. "I plan to give my load to the lovely lady on the bed."
"Aw, shit!" Terry growled.
"Give Sharon a little peter while I watch," Tobey laughed. "You like girls a little, don't you?"
"Not as much as boys, but okay," he conceded.
Terry came over and spun me around. With my back and shoulders still on the bed, he lifted my ass up and stepped between my legs. He held me up with a hand holding each cheek and shoved his cock into me. It went in all the way, which wasn't too far, with one plunge. Tobey came and sat on the bed to watch as Terry worked away. I lay calmly and sucked the rest of the champagne from the bottle, letting it thump on the floor when I finished.
Terry was fucking for dear life, the sweat running down his forehead. He was red in the face, and I could tell he was getting tired holding me up that way. Tobey finally pulled him away and he fell on the bed between us. He flopped over onto his back and Tobey reached over and grabbed his diminutive rod.
"You should be getting close, kiddo," he said to Terry. "Here, let old Tobey finish you off."
Then, to my surprise, Tobey took his whole cock, clear up to his dangling balls. He sucked vigorously for a few seconds. Terry went rigid and grabbed Tobey's head. I could tell he was really coming, and Tobey took it all, every last drop.
"Now I can give you my undivided attention, baby," he said, dropping Terry's rod and turning to me. "I think I'll just fuck you the good old-fashioned way. Hope you're woman enough to take it, 'cause I'm going to ram it in up to the hilt." He grinned sadistically.
"You just ram away, cocksucker," I sneered, "and let me worry about taking it all and just hope you have enough."
He gave me a hurt look and crawled on top of me, rubbing his chest against my breasts. I didn't even hear Terry get up and leave as Tobey put his amazing tool up to my wet nest and nuzzled it around. He probed at the opening a bit without any success.
"Here, let me do it," I said disgustedly, reaching between his legs.
Wow, what a cock this guy had; it was a real beaut. I was sure it would split me wide open. I spread my legs apart and pushed the head into the hungry crack. He grunted a little as he shoved slowly but steadily into me. It didn't hurt a bit. He was slowly pumping now and bit by bit his cock disappeared into my cunt. God, but it felt good.
"Come on, big boy, all the way!" I cried, shoving up to meet his strokes. "Oh, damn, Tobey, what a peter, and I crave every inch of it ... give it to me."
I reared up and slung my legs around his back. I gasped with ecstasy as his balls slapped against my ass and the swollen mass hit bottom; he had it all the way in. He pumped deeply inside me, and I felt a grand orgasm start to sweep over me. It filled me to the top and I jerked and rolled my butt with pure joy. I felt the wave of pleasure subside as he kept pouring it to me. It still felt tremendous, so I stayed right with him every inch of the way, my legs locked tightly around his back.
"I'm coming!" he cried out. "Oh, hot damn, but that's good!"
I hunched to him as hard as I could as he swelled up inside me. It felt hard as steel as he popped and poured his jelly into my belly. He had it in so deep I swore I could taste it. His whole body relaxed, and he literally melted to me as he collapsed and lay still. I could feel him start to shrink inside me. Even soft, it felt like a lot of pecker in there.
"You really can fuck, Sharon," he finally gasped. "I didn't think you'd be able to take it all."
"Kid," I said sarcastically, "another three or four inches would've put it where it belongs. I must admit, though, I came pretty hard myself."
He finally got up and sat on the edge of the bed. He was one well-spent buck. He may have exceptional size, but his endurance wasn't anything to write home about. I don't think I could've gotten him back up, no matter how hard I tried. I did get the location of the bathroom out of him, though, so I slipped into my heels and headed down the hall.
The hall was deserted. I found the little room and trotted right in. It was deserted also. I washed up and toweled off. I leaned over the sink to splash another handful of water in my face, when a couple of hands landed on my back and a prick went in my crack.
"Hey, honey," a voice came from behind, "want to get a little in the bathtub?"
"Get lost, buster," I growled, "I've had all the cock I want for one night."
I really hadn't, but hell, a girl's got to draw the line somewhere.
I turned and sashayed from the room. I went to the top of the stairs and looked down. The place was practically deserted. Only a few hard drinkers left, so I went back down the hall.
I went back in the room and started to get dressed. I slipped into my blouse and skirt and stuffed the rest into my bag. Damn, I thought, that fruit got away with my good bra. Tobey still sat naked on the edge of the bed. I got him to dress. We went downstairs and retrieved our coats and reeled out the door to the car.
Tobey was dead drunk but still managed to tool the car down the street towards home. I seemed to get drunker as I sat and relaxed in the warm car. By the time we got home, my head was spinning like a top. I tried to talk to him on the way, but he didn't say a word, just stared ahead like a zombie. I fell out of the car, and he drove off with the door still hanging open. Man, he was so loaded I don't see how he did it, but he was used to it, I guess.
I'm glad there wasn't any snow, because I had to sit out in the yard and sober up a bit before I dared go in. I got sick a couple of times, which helped a bit. I'd have frozen my ass off if I hadn't had so much antifreeze in my radiator. I was finally steady enough to walk, so I sneaked into the house and flopped into bed.
Dad was glued to the football games all day, and Mom was busy fixing a big dinner, so they didn't realize how hung over I was. Tobey called and apologized for dumping me in the street the
I'll way he did. Said he never knows for sure what he's doing when the booze finally gets to him. He tried to make a date for that night, but I declined. I had a long bus ride the next day and would never make it after another wild night.
I slept most of the trip back, so it seemed much shorter than before. It felt good to be back, and I was anxious to get back to school. I slept like a log that night and returned to my classes bright eyed and ready to go.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I got back in the swing of things eagerly and quickly. The time seemed to fly with the many activities and duties of teaching. Basketball was the big sport in this country town, and they had an excellent team, making it all very exciting. A couple of weeks after I got back they held their annual PTA dinner and social get-together. It was a big event, and everyone looked forward to it.
The dinner was held in the school cafeteria with the usual boring meeting held afterwards. Once that was out of the way it was just a social evening of talk. Some of the wives were still a little leery of me, but as usual, I charmed the men right out of their pants-they wished. I had dressed appropriately, but let's face it, you just can't hide sex appeal. My breasts would protrude if I wore a gunny sack.
Hyram P. Winter, head of the school board, had been leering at me all evening. He was close to sixty-five, I would guess, quite tall and ramrod straight. His skin was dark from being in the sun, and he had all those crow's-feet around his eyes from squinting all day. A shock of white hair set off his tanned complexion. Most people thought his greatest attribute was his money and influence, though. I couldn't have cared less.
As I had been expecting, he finally sauntered over to where I was sitting. He draped his long frame over the chair next to me and very casually looked me over.
"I've been noticing you, young lady," he drawled.
I'll bet you have, you old lecher, I thought to myself.
As if he'd read my mind, he said:
"I don't mean just tonight, but all year. We haven't met formally, Miss Gordon; I'm Hy Winter."
"I've seen you in and out all winter, Mr. Winter, and I'm very pleased to meet you. Please call me Sharon," I cooed sweetly.
"I'd be proud to, Sharon," he answered. "You're doing a right fine job here, and I sure do hope you plan to be with us again next year."
"Why, yes, Mr. Winter, I was hoping to."
I flickered my eyes at the pompous ass and discreetly waved my breasts at him.
The old fool may have seemed stuffy, but he sure caught that quickly enough. I could see a flicker in his deep-blue eyes and could just imagine what he was thinking.
"I'd be proud if you'd just call me Hy, everybody does."
"Okay, Hy, I'd be proud to," I mimicked his country j argon.
We sat and talked for quite awhile, and, as it turned out, he was a very sweet old guy. He laughed and joked a lot and had a way of making a girl feel good. I'm sure he worked it on young and old. He turned out to be a man of action too.
"Sharon," he said, "if you don't have a ride home, it'd make an old man happy if you'd let me drive you."
"I'd be flattered, Hy," I said, and smiled sexily at him.
"I'll have the car at the front door in about fifteen minutes. See you then."
He cleared his throat and walked away.
Men like him seem to know what they can get and what they can't. I'm sure he had no doubt that I'd be waiting for him, and I'm also sure he knew we would do more than just talk.
I casually walked around and talked to several people before going. I saw Jerry and told him I was going home because I had a slight headache. He offered me a lift, Lorna firmly attached to his arm, but I declined, saying the night air might perk me up a bit. Jerry grinned knowingly at me and winked. I wondered if the ornery mutton head knew what I had in mind.
The cold night air made me shiver as I stepped from the warm building. I didn't have to stay in the cold, though, because a very big Cadillac was waiting for me. The door swung open and he beckoned me in.
I climbed into the comfort of his big car and slid over closely to him. His eyes danced as he turned his head to look at me. I'm a very impulsive girl, so I just slipped my arm around his neck and pressed my lips firmly to his. He seemed startled for an instant, but only an instant, as he hotly kissed back.
"Ummmm," I purred, as I softly ran my moist lips around his face, settling firmly on his lips again.
I was determined to give this old codger all the loving his rusty old ticker could take. As you will see, his rusty old ticker could take a hell of a lot.
"Let's drive on out to my place where it's more comfortable," he said, pulling away from me.
"Won't your wife mind?" I asked coyly.
"Not home," he said, and eased the car into gear. "She's off visiting her sister in Chicago."
He offered me a cigarette, and I slowly puffed on it as we roared off into the country. We pulled into a well-lit farmyard and crawled out of the car. It sure smelled like the typical barnyard. Once inside the house, though, it was different. It was beautiful, a luxurious ranch type and furnished exquisitely. There was no doubt he had plenty of money.
He made me a drink from the elaborate bar and then showed me through the house. It was a palatial mansion. He seemed a bit out of place in all this luxury, but who the hell am I to say? After all, he owned the joint.
After the grand tour, he set me on the couch and said he had some fine movies he'd like me to see. I finished my second drink while he set up the equipment. He made me another and sat beside me. He switched off the light and the camera started to whir.
The film was of excellent quality and it didn't take very long to figure out what it was all about. A man and a woman in a hotel room didn't waste much time in getting with it on the bed. They may say this sort of thing doesn't do much for a girl, but they're wrong. Within minutes I felt that old familiar itch between my legs; I was getting good and hot.
"Now, Hy," I said, "you didn't need home movies to get me in the mood to make love with you ... that's why I came with you."
"I know that, honey ... it's just that I like to watch them with a beautiful young woman. Helps me to get it up. You don't mind, do you?"
"Mind? I love it. It makes me hot too," I cried, reaching over and unzipping his pants.
I reached in and felt very hard flesh. It was so stiff I had trouble getting it out. It stood straight out.
"What do you mean, helps get it up? Why, you old phony, it's hard as a rock. You don't need any help."
He grinned and moaned softly as I slowly masturbated him. I hadn't realized guys his age could have such a splendid hard-on. It throbbed in my fist and seemed to get harder and harder. He just sat quietly as I pulled at his cock. I slid closely to him and put his hand under my skirt as I watched the movie and jacked him off.
He switched the camera off as the movie ended and snapped the light back on. I looked at his delicious cock and licked my lips. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I jumped up and pulled off my panties, then I undid his pants and yanked them down his legs. They slid off, bringing his shorts with them.
I pulled up my skirt and straddled his legs on my knees. I reached down and skinned his cock back, easing my crotch toward him. He slid forward on the couch to meet me. I tickled myself with the head of his pecker. My pussy was wet and spread wide open in this position. I pushed the head into my opening and inched forward. I put my arms around him and we pulled together, pushing him deeply into me. The position was a bit uncomfortable for my legs, but his cock was buried so deeply in my twat, I didn't care. I couldn't move too much, so he hunched slowly under me.
He sure had a lot of stamina. Most guys don't last long like this, but he did.
"Oh, God ... that feels good! I'm goingtocome," I cried.
"Sweetheart, Sheri baby ... me too ... hold me tight. Oh, honey, you feel so damn good."
He lurched under me. I felt the hot stuff in my snatch. It was so grand I felt weak all over, almost faint. He held me tightly as he felt me wilt in his arms. Damn, but this old gent could fuck. We sat there locked in each other's arms as his cock shriveled inside me.
My strength slowly returned, and I hoped he wasn't completely through for the' night. I just didn't have my fill yet. I climbed off and slid to the floor between his legs. I took his gooey cock in my hand and worked on it. It was very limber and wouldn't respond. I liked it hard much better. Determined to get it back in the preferred state, I lowered my lips to its ruby head. He slid down in the couch and let his balls hang free. I held his balls gently in my palm and closed my lips around the lovely appendage just above.
I tasted his juice as the few remaining drops wetted my tongue. He groaned as I finished draining the tap in my mouth. I sucked and petted him quite awhile, but the best I could get was a half-hard, so I gave up for the time being.
I got up and did a strip for him as he sat exhausted on the couch. When I was completely naked I went over and finished undressing him and plopped in his lap.
"Sharon, you have such a marvelous body," he sighed, fondling my breasts. "A good fuck is good for a girl, makes her a real woman. Of course, you sure don't need any help being a real woman. You're as good as I've ever had."
"Thank you, darling," I said, kissing him long and hard.
"Mmmmmm, what precious, soft lips. I thought our super's little wife was nice, but you beat hell out of her."
"Lorna?" I gasped.
"Sure, how else do you think such a young guy gets such a good job? He started here as an English teacher, and Lorna worked him up to the top. What can I do for you?"
"Just fuck good, honey, that's all I need," I sighed, pressing my firm tits to him.
We sat and necked for awhile and then decided we needed a drink. He got up and fixed a couple of good stiff ones. I sat on the couch with my legs spread open and sipped at my booze.
"Hey, big Daddy," I finally said, "why don't you just crawl down there between my legs and eat a little pussy?"
He was very obliging. He settled on his knees and began kissing my breasts. He sucked on a nipple for a minute and then moved on down my belly until his nose was nuzzling deeply in the hair around my box. I spread-eagled as he parted the hair with his fingers and licked at the love-starved button. His tongue drove into the parted lips and slithered into my excited cunt. I moaned and held his head firmly between my thighs.
"So you've been fucking little Lorna?" I panted between breaths.
He raised his head.
"We had a first-class orgy in this very room, only yesterday. She certainly-likes her peter, she mmmfff...." I reached down and shoved his mouth back into my muff.
"I'll talk, you suck. Make me come, and then you can talk all you want."
His tongue was working wonders, and I soon felt that gorgeous feeling I love so dearly start to creep into my groin. I jerked convulsively and held his head tightly as I climaxed. God, but I climax easily. That's not to say old Hy couldn't suck, because he most assuredly could.
I sighed loudly and relaxed. His blue eyes looked up at me as I smiled my approval of his excellent job. I felt good, real good. He got up and went to the bar again. His cock was now hard and swung from side to side as he walked. He brought me a drink and I gently massaged his pecker as we sat and drank. I was beginning to get a little tight.
"Let's go to bed and fuck a little before we both get too drunk," Hy suggested.
"Sounds like a magnificent suggestion."
We went into the bedroom and threw the covers back on the luxuriant canopied bed. Satin sheets greeted our warm bodies. They felt cool and expensive. His hands caressed my body as he rolled over onto me. He didn't need any help as he deftly slipped his penis between the lips and up into my body. A couple of long, slow thrusts and he was all the way in.
"Ooooh, that's good," I murmured, "just like that, honey ... slow and deliberate."
"Your cunt is so tight ... ah, yes, squeeze it around me ... Gad, you sure can fuck, Sheri!"
"You don't do so badly yourself, big Daddy. Oh, oh, if you can last awhile I'll come again ... Oooh, that feels wonderful ... Ah, come on now, just a little faster, baby ... suuhhh," I sucked in the air through my lips, it thrilled me so.
He quickened his pace as he drew in and out with long, hard strokes. I felt him tense and thrust with fury as he neared his end. He groaned. I arched my back to meet him, jerking my ass wildly. The warm fluid was all I needed to trigger me, and I oozed into a climax as he spilled into me. It was a delightful, slow come and left me feeling all aglow.
He was one tired old man, and I held him to me as he slipped off into a sound slumber. I soon joined him, cradling him in my arms.
Lucky for us that the next morning was Sunday, because it was late before either of us awoke. I got up first and went in and took a warm, soothing shower. When I came back he was sitting in a big easy chair sipping on a drink.
"Care for a drink, honey?" he asked.
"Not me," I chirped gaily. "Sex any time, but I never drink this early in the day."
"You know, Sharon," he said, looking at his watch, "that sex sounds interesting, if you have the time and inclination."
I arched my eyebrows at him.
"I think I might have the time ... and ... I always have the inclination," I giggled.
His mast had been rising as he watched me standing in the doorway. He beckoned me to come over to him. I went over and sat on his lap. He smelled strongly of tobacco and whiskey. I really hadn't planned on it, but he started to stroke my fuzzy little box, and I just couldn't help but get a little hot. I'm afraid that's the way I am. He continued stroking me with his hand while he sucked on one of my nipples. I had my hand firmly entrenched between his legs by this time.
"Let's do it on the floor," he said, "dog fashion."
I wasn't too pleased with his choice of words and showed it with a frown, but I liked the position. It enabled the guy to get it all the way in and have both hands free to fondle a girl properly. I got up but kept a good firm grip on his rod. I gently pulled and he obediently followed. It was good and hard now.
I got down on all fours. The carpet was thick and soft. He came up behind me and got on his knees. He nuzzled around in several areas before getting down to anything serious.
"Not in the ass," I hollered.
"Calm down, honey, I was just fooling around. I know where it belongs."
He put his big hands on my backside and gave my waving butt and snatch a good caressing. He spread my lips with his fingers and probed around the tender flesh. After a little more horsing around, he pushed the head of his cock slowly into the right hole. Damn, but it felt good. I really do like it this way. I wagged my tail to spur him on as he pushed into me deeply. When he hit bottom I felt like baying at the moon. He draped himself over me and took a tit in each hand. He kneaded my nipples in his fingers as he fucked ravenously, making them hard as marbles. The friction in this position is simply terrific, and I could feel an orgasm nearing within minutes.
"Oh, you darling man," I cried out, "give it to me ... I'm going to come ... just a bit more, honey." I was like a bucking bronco, and he stayed in the saddle as if we were one. "I'm ... I'm commming!" I screamed, as it hit me like a ton of bricks.
He groaned loudly and started to pop his nuts at the same time. His hot stream gushed into me, making it so great that my legs just buckled under me. I crumpled like a paper sack, and he tumbled on top of me. His cock pulled out from the quick change of position, and I felt his sperm on my bare butt. He cursed as he rolled off me onto the floor. I just lay there laughing.
"I'm sorry, doll," I said, "it was so good it just made me feel weak all over. It really isn't funny, but I couldn't help laughing."
He finally saw the humor of it all and had a good laugh himself. He made some coffee, and we sat on the couch nude and sipped the steaming brew. We necked and teased each other for awhile before I gathered up my scattered clothing and dressed to go home.
He didn't seem to worry if anyone saw us together and dropped me off at my front door. The cold winter air felt good and refreshed my spirits, so I walked around the house and went in through the back door. Jerry was sitting at the table drinking coffee.
"Well, well, our little whore is home," he cracked. "How did you like spending the night with old moneybags?"
"He's a swell guy, and you're a filthy shit ass," I spat at him, a look of hatred on my face. "Mull that carefully over next time you want a little from me, buster!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it," was all he could muster.
Lorna came into the room and looked with surprise at me.
"Sharon baby, where have you been? We were so worried."
"You know damn well where I was," I said curtly. "In the sack with Hy Winter. He's really quite good ... don't you think?"
I looked into her guilty eyes and stomped from the room.
I'll just never get over how some people can act. Here was two of the phoniest people I'd ever met, and yet, I liked them. She was a tramp and he was a lecher, and both were hypocrites. At least I was honest, both to myself and those around me. So I like sex, that's my hang-up. I'll bet he didn't even ask her what I had meant. Stupid jerk. He had to know how he'd gotten his fine, upstanding position.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I'd always been able to get along with people of both sexes, and my relationship with fellow teachers was no different. I even had the best of rapport with the old maid types, of which we had several. I guess this must be because I'm not pretentious. I may know that I have an abundance of sex appeal, but I try not to flaunt it; at least not around other women. Needless to say, I get along remarkably well with men, teachers or otherwise. What I'm trying to say, is that I get along very well with the other teachers, even though I had no close friendships with them.
One teacher in particular had caught my eye, but we'd just never gotten to know one another very well. He was the coach and math teacher. His name was Dexter, hell of a name for a coach, but everyone called him either Coach or Dex. He was a good-looking guy, about average in size. Not the usual big, husky type you think of for a coach; but still very outdoorsy and physical looking. He was young, about my age, and had just gotten married before this school year had started. Really the same as still on his honeymoon.
In spite of this, I'd seen him give me some glances that were definitely sexual in nature. We had never gotten to know one another well, because the situation had just never arisen, I guess. He wasn't what you'd call the shy type; but then he wasn't the type that always comes on strong, either. Just reserved but still very sure of himself. I hadn't made a play for him, having considered his new marital status and all, but drooled at the thought of going to bed with him. Even the old maids giggled and acted school girlish around him.
One evening I had stayed a bit later than I had intended and found it quite dark when I left the building. Dex was just leaving, and we met in the doorway.
"Hi, Dex," I said cheerily.
"Hi, Miss Gordon," he answered. "Hey, it's dark already. May I give you a lift home?"
"I don't live very far, but I'd love a lift home," I said.
We got into the car, and Dex started the motor and backed out of his space. He swung around and pulled out of the parking lot.
"I don't need directions, Miss Gordon. I know you stay at the Simpsons'. "
He looked over at me and smiled.
"I'm flattered. But one thing about you does bother me," I said very earnestly.
"Gosh, I'm sorry to hear that. What is it?"
"Why don't you call me Sharon? I won't bite, you know."
He stressed the word Sharon and grinned at me in his usual devastating manner. He was one of those guys who get better looking the longer you're around them; maybe you would call it personality.
The talk was light and friendly the rest of our short trip. We sat in the car and chatted for a little bit, in front of the house. He made no advances, but it was obvious he was completely aware of the fact that I was all woman.
I jumped out of the car and went into the house. Lorna met me at the door.
"Hey, how did you manage a ride with sexy Dexy?" Lorna asked. "He just happens to be on every girl's want list."
"Just my lucky day," I beamed. "Actually, it was just an accident. We were leaving at the same time, and he offered me a ride. Nothing more, damn it."
"You have to start somewhere, honey. Poor guy's really too wrapped up in that little bride of his. If you ever break down his barriers, let me know."
"In a pig's eye I will!" I laughed.
In the days that followed it seemed Dex and I just happened to run into one another more often. In the halls, the parking lot, the cafeteria, and so on. I doubt that it was intentional. Late one afternoon as I was leaving, I noticed the light was still on in his room. I went over to the door and looked in. He was just finishing erasing the blackboard.
"Hi, workhorse," I yelled at him. "Don't you ever leave this place?"
I must've startled him, because he jumped and turned quickly around. When he saw me he smiled.
"Hi, Sharon. You surprised me. I thought everyone else had gone home. I was just finishing up some odds and ends."
I walked into the room and went over to where he was standing.
"All work and no play makes Dex a very dull boy."
"Looking at you makes me think of all play and no work," he quipped.
"Well, then,. . play," I quipped right back.
Before I could say anything else he had me in his arms and was kissing me. I think it was before he realized what he was doing too. He kissed long and hard, crushing me to him in the process.
"Mmmmm," I murmured.
He had that strong, masculine taste I love so dearly.
Suddenly he pushed me away.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be. I wanted you to," I said.
"Well, I really shouldn't have. I...." He looked longingly at me. I returned his look. He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door, snapping off the light as we went out. "Let's get out of here. A janitor or someone might come in."
I almost had to run to keep up with him, as he hustled me out of the building and into his car. The car door had barely closed, before his lips were once again pressed tightly to mine. His fingers rubbed up and down my neck as his tongue tasted the walls of my mouth. He was very urgent and forceful, which thrilled me and sent little shivers running up my spine.
"You taste so good," he gasped. "I'm just not used to being confined to one woman for so long. I've hardly looked at other women since I got married, then a couple of days ago I started to look at you."
"I'm glad you did. I thought you never would."
"Once I did, I couldn't keep my eyes off you."
He started kissing me again, and I responded with everything I had. I had my arms around his neck and worked my tongue rapidly in and Out of his mouth, and it had the desired effect. He slipped his hand inside my coat and into my dress. His cold fingers on my warm skin put goose bumps all down my stomach. He worked his fingers under my skimpy bra and rubbed around on my nipple. My fiery blood raced as I slid my hand down his side and around to the front of his pants. My self-control was no better than it usually was. I quickly unzipped his pants and delved my hand inside. He jumped a little himself, as my cold fingers wrapped around his cock. His half-erection became man-sized almost instantly.
"Oh, Sharon, don't," he groaned. "When I get a hard-on I just can't control what happens."
"You now have an excellent hard-on, baby, so let's have a little of that unself-control," I answered hungrily.
I worked his cock out into the fresh air as his hand pushed my skirt up. I raised up slightly so he could pull my panties down. I almost yelped as my butt hit the cold seat, but I quickly forgot that, as his fingers fondled my ever-ready slit.
"Dex honey ... fuck me ... now, here," I moaned hotly.
"You couldn't stop me if you wanted to."
He jammed the seat back as far as it would go and soon had me lying on the seat. I really don't know how we got into action so fast, but in seconds he was on top of me, his pants around his knees. My skirt was around my hips, and one leg was up in the steering wheel, with my panties hanging from my foot. I forgot how damn cold it was, as his pecker searched for the hole it was soon to fill. He managed without any assistance, as his steel shaft was engulfed by sensuous flesh. My hot lips gripped his rod and sucked him all the way in.
"God, but you're nice and tight," he whispered. It was so damn cramped in the front seat I don't know how he managed to move, but, kid, he did manage. Damn, damn, but it felt so good. I'm sure it wasn't that much better than usual, but I surely thought so at the time. It could be that I'd decided I wanted him long ago, and the idea of waiting and then getting made it so much better.
He had one arm inside my dress and the other around my neck, as his cock sucked in and out with long, hard strokes. We kissed as he started to come. I felt his warmth spread inside me as he gushed.
"Don't stop. Don't stop," I cried. "I'm so close ... keep going!"
"I'll try," he grunted, and kept pumping away.
The exquisite waves of orgasm flowed into me as he stopped. I held him tightly and squirmed beneath him, as my climax blossomed into full flower. I could tell he was exhausted and uncomfortable in his cramped position, but I wouldn't let go. We lay there like that for what seemed ages. I felt him going soft inside me, so I gripped him tightly with my educated cunt lips. He groaned with pleasure as I tightened and loosened on him. The pressure seemed to work in reverse, though, as he steadily slipped out, finally falling free between my thighs.
"We'll have to do that again sometime," he said, looking down at me.
"How about in thirty minutes?" I quickly responded.
"Oh, Sharon honey, I'd like to go to a motel and spend the whole night, but I have to get home."
"I understand, darling ... but it must be soon when we can do it again."
We managed to unwind and get straightened out. He took me home, and we parted with a long, deep kiss. Lorna wasn't looking out the window this time, though I'd wished she had been.
The next time came even quicker than I had hoped for. The very next night, as I was preparing to leave, Dex stuck his head through the door and beckoned me to him.
"Come on, honey, let's get out of here ... I'm free for the night."
"Darling, how did you manage that?"
"Tell you later. Come on!" He was impatient and showed it.
Once in the car, I suggested I'd better call and say I'd be late. He said he had to stop for gas and that I could call then. He roared out of the school yard and out of town. He stopped at a small station outside of town.
"Tell them you'll be quite late," he said.
"Quite late," I repeated, with a twinkle in my eye.
I called and said I had a date and not to wait up for me. Lorna wanted to know with whom, but I said "later" and hung up. I went back out to the car, and we were soon speeding down the road.
"I know a nifty little roadhouse about fifty miles down the road," he chuckled. "We can dance a bit, make love a bit, and they have rooms too-for a bit." His eyes danced.
"How did you get Mamma to let you out?"
"I told her I had a meeting to go to. Then I convinced her to go and play bridge so she wouldn't get lonely. I made it a point for her to go on to bed because it would be very late before I'd get home."
"You naughty boy," I said.
I got on my knees on the seat and put my arms around his neck. I began kissing him all over the side of his face. This guy beside me oozed sex appeal, and I wanted to eat him up. I ran my hand up and down his thigh.
"Easy, honey," he yelled, as the car swerved.
"I can't keep my mind on driving when you do that."
"Can you when I do this?" I asked, and unzipped his pants.
I reached in and jerked his pecker out. It was soft but didn't stay that way very long. I gently massaged him until he was completely erect. I couldn't stop there, so I slid down in the seat and worked my head under the steering wheel.
"Shove the seat back and slouch down, so I can get at you," I commanded.
He protested feebly but did as I asked. I slipped a hand into his pants and squeezed his balls and immersed the head of his cock into my watering mouth. I sucked the tasty stick and rolled my tongue over the end. I could tell he was driving erratically as he groaned and the car swerved.
"Sweetheart, I'll come in your mouth if you keep that up."
I let up on his prick.
"I'd like nothing better, darling, but let's save that for later. Whenever you get close, let me know, and I'll stop for awhile."
We did this for fifty miles. I'd suck until he said to stop, then I'd stop until he cooled down a bit, and then suck awhile. He unbuttoned my blouse and managed to unhook my bra so he could play with my tits as we sped along. He talked all the while. I just remained silent, even when he asked questions. Actually, what else could I do? My mouth was too full of peter to do any talking.
We pulled up in front of the roadhouse and stopped. Dex tucked himself in and zipped up his pants, while I slipped off my bra and fixed my blouse. It was a skimpy bra, so I folded it up and put it in my purse. We went in. God, it was dark inside that beer joint. I could hear music as we stumbled through the dark to the back of the room. Dex directed me' to a booth and I slid in. He slid in beside me and helped me off with my coat.
As we sat in the darkness, my eyes became accustomed to it, and it seemed to get lighter. Dex gave a waiter an order. I decided I needed to go to the little girls' room, sol excused myself. Once there, I slipped out of my panties and put them into my purse, with my bra. I returned to the booth feeling much more comfortable.
We drank and necked for about an hour. I was feeling giddy, and Dex was feeling titty. He had my blouse pulled out and a tit firmly clasped in his hand. Naturally I can't keep my hands to home, either, so I had one hand inside his pants. As he frenched me and fondled me, I very slowly and gently masturbated him. I don't know if it's as good for a boy to be close but not quite there, as it is for a girl; but I'll bet it is. He sure seemed to enjoy it, anyway. He finally got around to putting his hand under my dress and almost bit my tongue, when his fingers slipped into hair with no obstructions. With my free hand, I reached down and took his finger and slid it up into my cunt.
"Move it around in there, darling, slow and easy like," I whispered in his ear.
"Goddamn, honey, you're positively the hottest thing I ever did see," he proclaimed.
"Don't you like me hot?"
"like you hot? Darling, I love you ... hot, especially!"
"I'm glad, baby, 'cause I'm hot so much of the time. I'd say I was over-sexed, if I didn't know it wasn't true," I giggled.
He kissed me fervently and squirmed his finger between my thighs. I squeezed his cock and sucked his tongue deeply into my mouth. My thermostat blew all to hell, I was so hot for his body. We had a couple more drinks and decided to give the dance floor a try.
The music was slow, and we rubbed it against each other as much as is possible. It was dark enough so others couldn't see us practically fucking right there on the dance floor. I had my torso arched tightly into him, and he had a cheek in each hand, pulling me even tighter. We necked convulsively all the while. I couldn't help that I enjoyed the thought of our little exhibition. Dex's rock-hard prong jammed against my pubic zone, and I know my skirt was pulled up to the crack of my ass from his firm grip. Dex all but creamed in his pants, so we went back to our booth.
"I gotta go pee this time, honey," he said, sliding out to the floor.
"I'd just as well pay my visit to the little room at the same time," I said.
My skirt went up as I slid up, and, just for kicks, I lifted it up and gave him a look at my hairy cunt. He licked his lips and almost climbed on me right there. No such luck, though.
Just as I was about to enter the ladies' room, a guy who'd been watching us walked over to me. He was a real sexy-looking bastard, not good looking, mind you, but sexy looking.
"Say, baby, you're the hottest little piece I've ever seen," he said engagingly. "I been watching you give that guy the hots for two hours, and now I've got them." He put a big paw on one of my breasts.
"Get lost, jocko," I snarled, "or my guy'll come out here and kick the livin' shit out of you."
"Honey, for something like this," he squeezed my tit, "I'd let him."
"You do say the nicest things, fella," I coyly replied, "but I'm taken ... for tonight," I added, with emphasis on the "tonight."
"When will you be available?" he said, as he thrust his hand under my skirt and kissed me on the mouth.
"You son of a bitch," I mumbled into his mouth.
His fingers roughly slid into my slimy cunt, and he took his other hand and forced mine against his tremendous hard-on. I mean tremendous too; he had a really big cock. I wanted to get inside his pants and feel it, but miraculously fought off the urge.
"With a cock like you've got ... real soon," I said sexily. "In fact, if you have the guts, come on in here with me."
"Kid, I got the guts. Let's go!"
He took my hand and we went into the girls' room together. Luckily, no one else was there.
I quickly undid his pants and pulled his pecker out. It was absolutely marvelous. Long, hard as hell, and very big around. I stroked him with long, easy strokes, letting my hand slide all the way from one end to the other. He just stood there with his hands on his hips and let me jack him off.
"Let's go into a toilet before someone comes in and interrupts us," I suggested.
He nodded his head and led the way. I pushed the door shut behind me and he sat, his cock sticking up in the air. I pulled my skirt up over my hips and straddled him. God, but it felt grand as I let my weight down and guided his cock into my cunt. When I was sure he was well into me, I let go of his pecker and threw my arms around his neck. He pushed me back and opened my blouse, filling his hands with my breasts. As he went deeper and deeper, I got more excited. It was finally in up to the hilt, so I leaned back as he fondled me and started to ride his pogo stick with an urgency even startling for me.
What a wonderful feeling, with that huge piece of meat shoved all the way in and its possessor squeezing both nipples between his fingers. I'm afraid it wasn't to last, though, because he yelped almost immediately and started to pour hot sperm into my belly. I rode up and down on his cock with vengeance, as his ardor subsided.
"Why did you have to come so quick?" I said. "I was just getting started."
"I'm sorry, baby, but I did ... nothing I can do about it now. Better jump up; your boyfriend will wonder what happened to you."
I climbed off with a sneer and buttoned my blouse on the way out. I met a gal coming in and had to laugh at the thought of Romeo in there on the pot. I went back to the booth where Dex was impatiently waiting. I slid in beside him and put my arms around his neck.
"Mmmmmm, darling," I murmured, kissing him long and hard, "let's go somewhere and make love ... I need it."
"I already have a room, so let's go," he said.
As we went up the stairs, I wondered what my absurd passion for a hard cock had stemmed from. It seemed like every time I got a little loaded I was ready to lie under any strange man that came along. I was always glad to get fucked, even sober, but this rampaging urge when I wasn't was almost frightening.
We came to our room and went in. It was a nice room with a bed, large and soft looking, and an adjoining bath-and nothing else. There was certainly no doubt as to what this room was designed for.
Dex wasted no time and had me stripped to the buff in very short order. I gave him the same treatment, and we piled onto the bed together. We lay there and manipulated each other's privates and necked. Finally I could wait no longer and rolled over on top of him. He stretched out, and I reached down and took his cock in my hand, stuffing it into my moist crack. It doesn't go in as deep with me lying on top, but the sensation is simply great. He worked from the bottom, and I sure as hell worked from the top. I wiggled and squirmed and hugged him to me, as a wave of pleasure filled my pussy and ran up through my whole body. Dex didn't come yet, so I kept on moving. It was still good, as his slippery penis slid in and out.
It seemed like he would never come, and I was finally worn out. I suggested we roll over and let him work for awhile. His cock slipped out as we changed positions but quickly slid back in, once he was on top. It went in all the way, and Dex poured it to me. He worked for quite awhile and still didn't come. I was just along for the ride now. He was too stoned to get anywhere this way, so I suggested he rest a bit. He rested, all right. In fact, he went to sleep. Being smashed myself, I dozed a little too.
I awoke and shook him gently.
"Dex, wake up, it's late," I said.
He was limber now and had slipped out.
He awoke with a start. When he realized how late it was, he knew he had to head for home, but he managed to get hard, fuck me like crazy, and come before he'd finished the job. I eased into a gentle but satisfying climax myself.
We barreled back to town and, after a few kisses, parted company for the night.
Dex and I never made it together again. The situation never arose, and he was going to another school the following year, so I deleted his hard tool out of my life forever.
CHAPTER NINE
The school year wore on, and it was spring before I realized winter had come and gone. School would soon be out, and year-end activities kept everyone going at a frantic pace. It was time for the senior picnic, and I was going along as the sponsor. The kids were to go in a bus, but I was driving Jerry's car. They did it this way so there would be a car there if anyone needed to get back to town quickly.
There was a new boy in the senior class who was going along. His folks had moved to town, and he had all his work done in his other school, so he was going to graduate here. He was the typically big, dumb-looking farm kid. His name was Joe, and I decided to have him ride out to the lake with me, since he was a stranger.
I wore a skirt and sweater, and, since the weather had warmed up, I'd stopped wearing panties again. Since we were going to go swimming, anyway, I didn't wear a bra, either. It would be faster getting changed that way.
It was several miles to the lake, so I drove at a pretty good clip. We had the windows all open and the wind blew wildly through the car, blowing my skirt up quite revealingly. I let it hike, watching Joe glance at my thighs from the corner of my eye. I decided I would enjoy his cock before the day was over. He was embarrassed and looked out the window, to avoid looking at me. I reached down and pulled my skirt up to my crotch. He gasped when he looked back. The creamy whiteness of my thighs and a little tuft of dark hair was open for his inspection.
He no longer stole quick glances, but stared openly at my charms.
We came to a sharp curve in the road, and, as we whirled around it, he slid over against me, with a thump. As his weight pressed against me, I reached over and gently squeezed the bulge in his pants. He didn't move back to his side of the seat. He sure wasn't as dumb as he looked. One arm went around my shoulder, and his other hand went to my thighs and slowly moved upward. I wanted to stop the car and let him rape me right there, but I didn't.
"You really shouldn't be doing this to your teacher, you know," I said, keeping a straight face.
He looked so ashamed that I had to grin and squeeze him again. He knew I was kidding and raised my dress higher, so he could see all I had to offer. He wet his lips as I opened my thighs to his big hand. These farm boys sure learn right, because he knew just how to press the sensitive lips and massage that little button that excites so easily.
"Gosh, you're beautiful," he stammered. "You're sweet, honey," I said, and undid his trousers.
I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road with his cock out in the open and all. He had a finger in my cunt now, and I excitedly jacked him off. Evidently I got a little too excited, because he popped his nuts and squirted against the dashboard. As it ran down his cock, onto my hand, I wished it had been in my cunt instead.
"Gee whiz, I'm sorry. It happened so quick, I just couldn't stop," he apologized.
"Don't apologize, honey. It's my fault. I should've been more careful." I smiled reassuringly at him.
He took his handkerchief out and wiped off my hand and then himself and the dash. We neared the lake, and I saw that the bus was already there, so I had him fix himself, and I pulled down my skirt.
We decided to go swimming first. There was an old building up on the hill which was used for changing. The boys got ready first and then sneaked around and peeked in the window while the girls changed. When the girls caught on, there was a lot of giggling and screaming. I yelled at them from the bottom of the hill, and they scattered like flies.
I laughed and said, "Boys will be boys," to the bus driver, but he was deeply engrossed in a magazine and didn't even hear me.
After everyone else had gotten ready, I went up to slip into my suit. With the little I had on, I was soon naked, except for my shoes. I sat on the couch to pull them off. I felt a pair of arms circle me from behind and press against my bare breasts. I jerked around to see who it was. Frank was standing there naked, grinning at me.
"You little prick," I said, "how did you get in here? And what're you doing here, anyway? You're only a junior."
"Paul sneaked me on the bus," he giggled.
"I hope none of the other kids saw you come in here."
"Nah. I was hiding in the other room. I saw most of the girls naked too," he bragged. "None of them are built like you are, though."
He came around in front of me and got on his knees. He started kissing me all over the thighs and in my pubic hair. God, what a lover this young sprout was going to be! I was still so hot that I wouldn't have offered any resistance had I wanted to, which I didn't. I spread my legs and invited him in. His tongue greedily lapped at my snatch.
Poor Joe, I thought, he got me all hot and bothered, and then along comes Frank and reaps he reward. I was wrong, though, because, moments iter, in comes Joe and Paul. They'd all been ding in the other room. They had their trunks on and were sticking out badly in front, so I had hem pull them off. Hard cocks popped out all over the place.
I figured since Joe had already shot off once, I'd better let him watch while I took care of the other two. I had Paul lie on the floor on his back, and I straddled him. I directed his cock to the right place and sat, hard. A little bobbing up and down and it was all the way in. Next, I'd had Frank come over and stand closely. He got the idea and quickly shoved his meat into my mouth.
This was something new for me, and I loved it; a young stud in both ends at the same time. I romped and sucked with all the energy I had. I really don't know how it happened, but they both started to come at almost the same time. Frank filled my mouth so full I almost gagged, but I sucked it dry, as the warmth from Paul's load filled my crack. Boy, that was a real thrill.
When we finally got all disengaged, I looked around for Joe. He was nowhere in sight. I asked where he'd gone. Frank grinned at me and jerked his thumb towards the other room. I couldn't figure out what the hell he was doing in there, when he had such a voluptuous sight in here, so I went to investigate. Quite a sight greeted my startled eyes.
There was farmer Joe fucking like crazy. What really startled me was who he was fucking. It was sweet Janet Larson, the most popular girl in school; no wonder she was so popular. I'd never have believed it, had I not seen it. She was all stretched out with her swimsuit hanging from one foot. Joe was on top of her and had his more-than-adequate shaft in her as far as it would go. She was making little mewing sounds and digging her fingers into his back, as he rammed into her with all his might.
"I'm coming," she gasped.
"Hold on, sweetie, I'm right behind you," he echoed.
They jerked violently and then were still. When he got up, I could see Janet had a very nice figure for such a young girl. Her breasts were small but coming along very nicely, and she had a patch of curly hair covering her mound. She looked up at me and smiled.
"Joe and I got so hot watching you thrill the boys, we just couldn't wait," she said.
"I'm flabbergasted. I never expected to see you like that, young lady."
"Come on, teach, I can say the same thing about you.. .with two guys, both your students."
"Well ... I...." I said. "I'm afraid you have me there. You forget what you saw, and I'll forget what I saw. Agreed?"
"Agreed."
She smiled up at me with a pixie look on her face.
Here lay a gal who, in a few years, would be able to beat me at my own game-sex! It was obvious that she had the mental attitude for it, and all you had to do was look to see that she also had the body.
"If we have that settled then," I said, "we'd better slip out one at a time and get with the rest of the gang, before they start to get suspicious."
We got reluctantly into our suits and Janet left first. The boys followed shortly after. I waited a bit to avoid being obvious and then slipped out and ran down to the sandy beach. They were all having such a ball in the water that no one had been missed.
We swam and played in the water until it started to get dark. By that time we were all starved, so the girls, myself included, all went up to the house and quickly got dressed. The boys trooped in after we'd finished, and the dressing went off without any of the shenanigans pulled earlier.
The usual picnic fare followed with wieners, Cokes and everyone crowding around a big fire. I suspected a few of the Cokes were spiked, but so long as it didn't get out of hand, why should I care? After all, they were seniors about to graduate. We sang and held hands and all the bullshit kids do at picnics, until it came time to leave.
Just as we were about to leave, Janet came to me and said she felt sick and wondered if she could ride home with me. I said fine, and she stretched out in the back seat of the car. I went to the bus to see that everything was in order. Joe had made many friends by this time and was going back in the bus. I went back to the car and pulled out behind the bus. I heard Janet giggle and glanced around to see if she was all right. To my surprise, Paul was with her.
"Hi, Sharon," he called out.
"Just what the hell are you doing in this car?" I scolded.
"Don't get mad," Janet soothed. "I wasn't sick. I just wanted to be alone with Paul. You don't really mind, do you?"
"I guess not, but if the others get suspicious ... well...."
"It'll be all right. They won't even notice," she giggled.
They got real quiet for awhile, so I adjusted the rear-view mirror so I could see them. It was dark but my eyes were accustomed to it, and I could see them plainly. They were necking like crazy. Paul had his hand under her skirt, and she was rubbing his thigh and up around his crotch. Having been caught in the act by this innocent young thing, I couldn't say a word, as their teenage orgy unfolded. I was also fascinated, and it made me hot to see them go after each other.
They didn't waste any time, and we were still several miles from town, when I could no longer see' Janet. She was down in the seat, and Paul was riding her for all he was worth. I could see his bare butt bobbing up and down. From her panting and mewing, I assumed she was enjoying it. Their gasping breath became frantic and then it was quiet.
"I really have to congratulate you, Miss Gordon," Janet finally said. "You really taught old Paul the ropes. He was a real shy dud until you came along. Now he sure can screw!"
I really think I blushed at this kind of compliment from a high school girl. I couldn't be blamed for Janet, though. Obviously someone had been fucking her regularly, so why not Paul also?
They were both sitting up and dressed when we pulled into town. I stopped by the bus and counted noses and sent them on their way. What they did after that was none of my affair. I went home with a clear conscience. I parked the car in the driveway and went in.
Jerry was sitting in the front room, reading. We exchanged greetings. He wanted to know how it had gone, and I told him just the usual picnic, nothing else. I figured the less old studhorse Jerry knew, the better off everyone was. I excused myself and went up to my room. I hadn't even thought about Lorna being nowhere in sight.
I sat on the bed and pulled off my shoes. Boy, a day spent watching kids, even big kids, really is tiring. I pulled the sweater over my head and stretched out on the bed. I propped a foot upon the bed, not thinking how revealing it would be if anyone came in. I sensed him there and sat up with a start. Good old Jerry was standing, grinning and looking, just like he had been the first day we'd met.
"You make a beautiful sight like that, baby," he smirked. "Lorna won't be back for a couple of hours, so I thought I'd come up and chat for awhile."
"You horny bastard." I grinned at him.
He came over and slipped his hand between my legs, as he flopped his frame down beside me. I was still mad at him but eagerly kissed back, after his lips found mine. Janet and Paul going at it in the back of the car had left me with the hots, so I couldn't resist his advances. His tongue was in my mouth and his fingers were in my slit. Now tell me, what can a nice girl do?
I undid my skirt.
"Here, let me slip out of this," I said. "It's more comfortable that way."
He pulled it down and it fell to the floor. I was completely naked now. I fumbled with Jerry's clothes and managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and his pants open.
"Christ, but you have a luscious body," he panted. "Let's not waste a lot of time, honey, let's fuck."
"Not here. Let's go to your room," I whispered.
"Jesus Christ," he fumed, "what the hell difference does it make? Your room, my room,. . shit, I just want to fuck."
"No," I demanded. "Your room or nowhere."
"Oh, hell, okay. Screwy broads and their nutty hang-ups," he muttered to himself, as he got up.
"And I want you to get all naked like me. I want to feel you all over me," I said.
"Keerist," he whistled through his teeth and stamped from the room.
Little did he know that I had a sadistic urge, that if Lorna caught us in the act ... it was going to be in her own bed! Actually, I didn't want to get caught ... but just in case.
I strutted into their bedroom, and Jerry was already nude, and he had the covers thrown back too. He jumped into bed and waved for me to join him. I did. I slid in on top of him and planted my mouth to his. I was hot and he tasted good. I rubbed my hair up and down on his belly and pressed my knees against his sides.
"Jerry honey," I said sweetly, "would you kiss my little pussy and get me in the mood?"
"Aw, hell, Sharon," he said disgustedly, "you know we don't have a lot of time, and since when do you have to get in the mood? I thought you were always in the mood."
"If you're going to insult me ... you can go to hell, mister," I spat at him. "But if you can treat me right, I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
I frenched him and grabbed his pecker and masturbated him with long, smooth strokes.
"All right, baby, I'm so hot I could die."
I crawled off and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Here, get in front of me and do it right. I want to be really sucked good, first."
Old Jerry was not happy with this at all but climbed out of bed, grumbling all the while, and did as I asked. I slid my butt half off the bed and spread my legs wide open, so he could get a good shot at me. He liked this sort of thing, and as a master of his craft had to do a good job, even when he was a bit angry. He kissed my thighs inside and out and slowly worked his way into my temple of love. Yes, sir, Jerry had a very well-educated tongue and with its exceptional length really got to where it belonged.
"We better get on with it, honey," he said, lifting his head from my muff.
"Not quite yet, darling ... just a bit more ... I'm getting sooo hot," I gasped, and grabbed his head and pulled his face tightly between my legs.
I wiggled my hips and pulled on his ears, as his tongue rolled expertly over my button and into my cunt. He was rapidly bringing me to a climax. I shuddered all over as I came. It was wonderful, simply wonderful, and even sweeter, knowing hot-nuts Jerry was going to do without. I was going to stall until Lorna came home. I knew two things that helped. First, I could dash to my room before she could see me, and second, she was in the second day of her period and miserable. His tongue had satisfied me completely; I felt warm and prickly all over.
The front door opened.
"Jesus Christ, there's Lorna," he bellowed. "Get the hell out of here!"
I jumped up and headed for the door. I looked back and saw the complete picture of the frustrated man. His cock protruded hard as a rock from between his legs, and I knew he could satisfy it only one way ... by himself!
"That's a splendid hard-on you have there, Jerry," I said, laughing, and dashed from the room.
Gee, revenge is sweet. I'd hoped to get even with him for that first day but hadn't dreamed of doing it this well. I jumped into a nightgown and into bed. I slept like a baby.
CHAPTER TEN
Jerry was really angry, and the next time he saw me alone he let me know it, in no uncertain terms. I couldn't help but laugh and kid him unmercifully about it. He slowly saw the humor, as well as the poetic justice in it all, and ended up laughing uproariously with me. It was my turn to promise to make it up, which I did. I was glad he didn't stay angry.
The last day of school seemed rather lonely, but in spite of that, I was looking forward to a summer of lying around and just taking things easy. After all, I was coming back next year and could renew all my friendships and love affairs then. I savored the many ardent love affairs and hoped for even more in the coming year.
It was graduation day, and everyone was busy and bustling around in preparation. Graduation would be very formal and a big school's-end dance was planned immediately following. I was looking forward to it.
I dressed as sexily as I could without showing too much. After all, all the mammas and daddies would be there. I wore an almost see-through blouse but covered my ample bosom with a very frilly yellow bra. A light sweater slipped over my shoulders helped a bit. My skirt was short-I don't own any other kind-and it covered a pair of step-ins so brief I could've gone without. I figured if anyone wanted to get into them, I surely didn't want to make it too difficult.
I sat with Lorna, since Jerry was pretty involved in the whole thing. The main speaker was a big wheel from the department of education at the state university. He was rather nice looking, about thirty-five or so and very smart. He was surely long winded, though, and we all thought he would never shut up. He gave with the usual crap about the leaders of tomorrow and the happy hours gone, never to return. You'd think a guy who was supposed to be so damn smart could come up with something original. It finally came to a close, and I watched as the sweet young kids, like Janet and Paul, filed out in their caps and gowns.
After the ceremony the chairs were folded and put away, and the gym was prepared for the big dance. I decided to sit and watch for awhile, since I was part of the faculty. The lights were dimmed and the music blaring over the public address system. As is usually the case, it took awhile for it to get going. There was a few couples and several girls dancing together, but it was almost ten o'clock before it really got going. I sat and chatted with Lorna, Jerry, and some of the other teachers.
Jerry started dancing with Lorna, and I sat alone. My young stud Paul was now madly in love with Janet, and they couldn't see anyone else. Dex was with his bride, and a real knockout she was too. Joe had brought Frank's cousin whom Paul had told me about. There was a little sex machine, and it just stood out all over her. She was a beauty and built like a full-grown woman. Boy, I'll bet Joe really gets some good laying before this night ends. As you can see, I was rather left alone. To be truthful, I was lonely and miserable.
I was sitting there with my chin in my hand, when Mr. Winter, his wife, and the illustrious speaker at graduation came over. Mrs. Winter was rather drab looking and appeared older than her husband. Mr. Halsted, the education genius, was a pretty good-looking fellow. Introductions were made, and Mr. Ted Halsted seemed to be rather stuffy, or maybe something just tickled my imagination.
"Well, little lady, the Mrs. and I have to run, but I imagine Ted here might squeeze in a dance with you before he has to rush back to the city," Mr. Winter said.
"I'd be more than honored," he said. "In fact, Hy, you cheated me out of the pleasure of asking for myself." He laughed.
As Mrs. Winter turned to leave, Hy stepped over to me, and said:
"I'm sure proud you'll be back with us next year, Sharon." Then he whispered, "I'll be thinking of that hot little body until you get back."
He reached over and squeezed my ass and walked away. I wanted to kiss him right there but didn't dare. I wondered if Ted had seen.
Ted Halsted was very reserved as we started to dance. He told me his wife hadn't been able to come along and that he had to get back to the city before too much longer. He didn't hold me closely, and he talked about schools and teaching, all the while. He wasn't the best dancer in the world, either.
After the dance he returned me to my seat. He looked up as the lights went a lot dimmer. They always turn the lights down so the teachers can't see as well. No one objects, and everyone-likes it better that way. I was desperate, so I suggested we try one more dance before he left. He agreed, and I quickly floated into his arms.
It was a slow-mood piece, so I snuggled up to him. I pressed my abundant boobs into his chest and breathed into his ear, hoping he wasn't as stuffy as he seemed. It was quite dark now, but I could see him start to sweat a little. He held me tighter, and we were soon so close you couldn't have gotten a sheet of tissue between us. I spread my legs a little, and he unconsciously slipped his knee between them. I think he knew what he was doing now, as he guided me to a very dark corner. I looked up into his face, and his lips were drawn to mine. I dropped his hand and put both arms around his neck and returned his kiss with fire.
"Oh, lady," he mumbled, "I don't know who's seducing who, but I like it!"
"Me too," I breathed into his open mouth.
He went from a reserved educator to a Romeo, in half a dance. He couldn't keep his hands off me, and I offered everything I had. We hardly noticed when the music stopped. His hand caressed my fanny, as he kissed me all over the mouth and face. We were near the stage at one end of the gym and slipped behind the curtain. His hands went immediately to my breasts.
"Astounding ... simply astounding," he said.
"What's astounding?" I asked.
"Your mammaries. They are magnificent!"
"Thank you. Do you want me to slip off my bra?"
"Yes ... er, no ... someone would see."
He instinctively looked around as if to see someone staring at us, but we were securely hidden.
I slipped my arm behind my back and quickly unhooked my bra. I deftly worked it off, then pulled it out from under my thin blouse and put it into his pocket. The big, dark rings around my nipples peeked brazenly through the sheer garment. He gazed at them in the dim light and bent his mouth, wetly kissing each.
"You'll have to hold me tight now," I giggled, "or someone will see those two big wet spots sticking to my nipples."
He gathered me in his arms as if to protect me from everyone's eyes.
"Let's slip out to the car, Sharon," he said huskily.
"I thought you had to rush home to your little wife."
"To hell with rush, to hell with home, to hell with little wife," he sneered. "Darling, I want you!"
We slipped out from behind the curtains and danced slowly towards the door. He engulfed me in his arms, lest a prying eye might see the tits he now regarded only for himself. I grabbed my sweater as we swept past and sailed out the door. We went directly to his car, a snazzy looking Chrysler. I slid in my side, letting my skirt go up around my ass. He quickly joined me.
"Where should we go?" he asked.
"Go ... let's not waste time driving. Here is fine. Kiss me ... handle me ... I love you."
I practically crawled all over him.
"Oh, baby, I love you too," he drawled, forgetting his culture for a moment.
We necked passionately for quite awhile. He wasn't as exuberant as some, but I figured with a little help he'd get where I wanted. I pressed his pecker through his trousers, and he groaned with pleasure. It was hard and very well proportioned. I took his reluctant hand and put it on my bare thigh, slowly pushing it up until it was at the edge of my panties. His self-control blew to hell as his fingers felt the soft hair tickling their tips. With little effort he was under the thin silk, and I opened my legs to aid his access. I reached down again and pressed his hand tightly into my crotch.
"You're marvelous," he sighed, as if this were all new to him.
"Kiss my nipples, darling," I said, pulling my blouse up above my breasts.
He licked his lips and put them gently around a protruding nipple. It disappeared, the big brown ring also disappeared, and then he drew in as much tit as his mouth would hold, and he sucked.
"Oh, Jesus, Teddy ... that's good ... suckhard." I reached down and started rubbing his hand into my snatch. "Take the other one, darling, and do the same." He switched and drew in the hot flesh. "Ohhhh, suck, honey. Put your finger up my hole. Yes ... oh, oh, deeper. You sweet thing ... draw it in and out, slowly ... so good, don't stop. More, more!"
I reached to his pants and excitedly got them open and thrust my hand inside. As my cool fingers circled his hot meat, he writhed and squirmed in his seat. I tugged it out and squeezed it roughly.
"Oh, you darling," he moaned. "You make me hotter than I've ever been."
"I can do better," I hissed.
My breasts were wet from his sucking, as I drew free from his hand between my legs and dipped my cupid lips to his throbbing cock. He was uncircumcised, the way I like best, so I pushed the foreskin down the head with rough strokes from my tongue.
"Oh.. .ahhh," he groaned loudly, "no one has ever done this to me before. I adore you, Sharon, I love you ... it feels so good ... do it more!"
I licked the skin down and slid my lips tightly down the unprotected knob. His cock was long, so long I could wrap my fist around it well beneath the glans, which I did. I pulled the skin down as tightly as it would go, leaving the shining head bare and tingling in my mouth. I sucked and tongued it, causing as much friction as possible. I quickly backed off when I felt him stiffen. I knew he couldn't last long.
"Oh, no, darling," I said, raising my head, "you taste delicious, and I'd love your, sperm in my mouth, but I want it in my cunt. Fuck me!"
I looked into his face to see him wince at my vulgarity. It delighted me, as the pained expression crossed his educated brow.
"It shocks me to hear you talk like that ... but I love it too," he groaned delightedly. "Talk dirty to me. I wish we had a bed. I hate it in a car ... not enough room."
I looked out the window.
"Do you have a blanket?"
"Yes, a big one in the back, but...."
"There's a big pickup next to us. Get your blanket ... you can fuck .me in the back of the pickup."
"But ... but someone might come."
"The danger thrills me, darling. Get the goddamn blanket, you turd, I want your long snake-like cock in my cunt."
He reached to the back seat and pulled the blanket up, as I climbed out my side of the car. I went around to his side and opened his door. He slowly hauled his long frame out, and I lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties off, throwing them into the car. We climbed into the pickup, and Ted spread out the blanket. My blouse was still riding on the top of my breasts, and I pulled off my skirt and dropped it, casually on the blanket. He stared with excitement and passion, while my nude body glistened in the soft moonlight, the dark patch of hair inviting him aboard.
"Shouldn't we close the tailgate?" he said.
"Hell, no. Come to me, darling," I cried.
He kneeled between my legs, and I unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and shorts down to his knees. I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him onto me. He was seething with passion, even before I reached between us and eased his cock into my warmth. Once the contact was made, he knew what to do and slowly worked his way in. Deeper and deeper he went. He'd come out a little and gain a little depth as he'd push back in. I sighed with delight, when he reached bottom and pressed into me harder and harder.
"Oh, Teddy darling, you feel good in there," I moaned, knowing he liked me to talk. "I want to taste it again. It's clear in to my belly button. Put it up to my mouth from the bottom. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, you gorgeous hunk of man. I love your cock, darling, it's so long, so very long. Don't come yet, honey ... just let it soak a minute, I know you're close ... don't move. I'm near too, baby ... now slow ... easy. Now! Now! Ohhh, darling, sweetheart, precious ... fuck me hard. It's so good ... I'm going to come ... I'm ... I'm ... ohhhh, shit, it's wonderful ... don't stop ... push deeeeper. Darling!"
Our pubic hair ground together as he shoved, trying to get deeper when he was on rock bottom already. He groaned loudly and went completely rigid, as I felt his hot come rush into my belly. God, he had a load and a half stored up. It filled my cunt and spilled out around the edges, and he pumped long after he went dry. We both tingled with the excitement of a complete in-unison orgasm.
"Don't pull out, baby, just lay here and love me ... let it ooze out."
"I won't. I want to stay like this forever. You feel wonderful. You are wonderful. I love you ... I really do. Do you love me?"
"Of course, I love you. You have the most wonderful prick I've ever had ... and ... I hope you won't hate me, but I've had a lot of them."
"Hate you? Never. I'm jealous as hell of anyone else that's had you, just don't tell me ... no, I didn't mean that. I want you to tell me, all the lurid details. I hate it, but it makes me hot just to think about it. Oh, I wish I were naked too, so I could feel you."
He started to get hard again. I kissed him and frenched him and adored him. He was hard as a rock again and started slowly to fuck me.
"Ted honey, don't do it here again," I whispered, and stuck my tongue into his ear. "Let's get in the car and drive somewhere and get out of our clothes and make love until dawn. We can be comfortable in the back seat of that big car of yours."
"Sounds wonderful ... let's go."
We gathered up the blanket and my skirt and hustled back into the car. He left his pants around his knees, and I pulled the rest of my clothes off as he drove away. I was naked down to my tippy toes and lying beside him with my head in his lap and his penis between my urging lips. He found a secluded spot and stopped the car. Within moments he was naked and we were entwined in the back seat.
I sucked him off to completion, shortly after our arrival. He tasted sweet, like honey, to my lips, and I drained him and sucked some more. He had never tasted pussy and was reluctant to do so, but I persuaded him to and we sixty-nined.
He lapped at my crack while I gently sucked at his limp penis. He lost his timidity and sucked me until I almost cried. Afterwards, we lay arm in arm and talked and necked and petted until dawn.
"I don't want to leave you, darling," he said. "Let's run away."
"What about your wife?"
"I'll divorce her. Sharon, I never felt this way about a woman before."
"Darling," I kissed him hard, "I never felt this way before, either, but you might get over it ... I might too. Let's not do anything foolish."
"Okay, what do we do then? I know I love you more than anything in the world."
"I'll be back in the city in a couple of days; let's see then."
"My wife will be gone for a month ... will you live with me then?"
"Of course, darling ... I love you."
This went on until the sun was well up in the sky. We put the blanket on the ground and enjoyed one more long, delicious fuck before we parted. I gave him my number, and knew I'd die a slow death until we were together again. We swore our love and said never again until we were together.
I moped around and dragged through the many chores required to finish my job. The day finally arrived, and I boarded the bus to take me home and to my darling lover. I knew I'd never need another man-I'd found mine. I said my goodbyes and flopped into my seat. I was glad it was evening, because I could curl up and sleep all the way.
The engine roared and the bus pulled away, into the dusk. I looked back and wondered if I'd return in the fall. I felt good.
We made a couple of stops, and I was aware of people getting on and off, but that's about all. I dozed fitfully. When I finally sat up, it was dark and someone was in the seat beside me.
It was a young sailor about nineteen. He'd been on leave and was on his way back to his base. He looked cute in his little sailor suit, and we soon were chattering like old friends. We went in and had a sandwich at a rest stop. He was real cute and so young and tender. Back on the bus he tried to kiss me.
"No," I said, pushing him away, "I'm just the same as engaged."
I thought of Ted, and a warm feeling came over me. Gee, I loved the guy so much. I really never had felt this way before, and I meant it. The sailor, his name was James, offered me a drink. I turned it down at first but later had just a little sip.
We rode along for awhile in silence. Then in the true tradition of the navy, Jim tried again. He quickly turned to me and pressed his hot, warm lips to mine.
I struggled and tried to get free-then I relaxed.
Just this once more. After all, a leopard can't change its spots overnight.
I kissed back and pressed my fiery tongue into action.
He bulged in front, "Let's have another pull on that bottle, honey," I said, as I got some of his many buttons undone and slid my hand inside.
My heart pounded as my excited fingers wrapped around his cock, and I stuck my fingertip into his little hole.
"Do you think you can fuck me right here ... right now? Jimmy darling," I whispered huskily into his ear, as the bus rumbled on into the night.
