The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true," was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubleth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
The brisk winter night air blowing in madly from Long Island Sound seemed to slap Don Baker in the face as he emerged from the movie theater, his arm wrapped protectively around the shoulders of his beautiful blonde fiance. He could feel her voluptuous, full-breasted body shivering violently beneath her heavy wool coat so he ushered her quickly into the car and turned on the motor, then the car's heater. While they sat waiting for the car to warm up, he felt her slender gloved hand slip over to his knees where her fingers began to trace teasingly exciting circles atop his trousers.
Despite the fact that he was thirty-four years old, the dark-haired junior high school teacher still had the sexual drives and instincts of a twenty year old and now he, too, began to shiver-but not from the cold! It was all he could do to restrain himself, to keep from tearing her clothes off right then and there, to refrain from driving his already turgidly excited cock deep up into the warmth and moisture of her alluringly enticing cunt. He heard Karen Marshall giggle teasingly and, turning towards her, saw the unmistakable glimmer of roguish sensuality in her lovely blue eyes. But Don was determined not to make the same mistake with Karen that he had made with his first wife....
"Shall we stop off at The Grill for a drink, darling?" he asked casually, hoping she hadn't noticed the distinct bulge in the crotch of his pants, just above where her tender touch still rested on his muscular thigh.
"Yes ... I'd like that," the curvaceous young blonde responded, bending her head towards Don to teasingly kiss at the back of his neck.
Summoning all of his feeble self-control, Don shifted the car into gear and drove off, arriving about fifteen minutes later in front of an old wooden building whose neon sign read "The Long Island Grill" in bright red letters. By the time they walked through the door, the terrible aching hardness in his cock had diminished somewhat although the ardent fires of desire still burned hotly within him. As he removed her coat, his dark brown eyes studied the sensuous hills and valleys of Karen Marshall's lovely young body, the way her upswelling breasts seemed to fight against the constraining fabric of her light wool dress, the way her flaring womanly hips seemed to be hugged so tightly by her short, tight skirt, the way her alluringly fleshy thighs peeped out from beneath that skirt....
"Pardon me for a minute, darling," Don said after they had seated themselves at, their usual table in the corner. "I'll be right back. Just order me the usual."
The sexually aroused young man hadn't been gone for ten minutes when he returned from the men's room to see his glamorous blonde fiance sitting at their table talking to another man! Don had never seen him before but he didn't look like a very pleasant character with his black, bushy eyebrows and hawk-like nose over a thin-lipped mouth and a rather pointed chin. And Don definitely didn't like the way the stranger was sitting so close to his sensually enticing young fiance....
Karen looked up, smiling, as she saw Don approach the table. "Darling," she said immediately, reaching out to take Don's hand in her own small, slender one. "This is my boss, John Grey. John, this is Don Baker."
"Oh ... hi," Don replied, somewhat sullenly. John Grey! So this was Karen's boss! God, she had talked about him enough ... almost enough to make a guy jealous ... but he was such a repulsive looking old brute ... how could Karen put up with him, working with him day after day, depending upon him for the good reports that would earn her a promotion in the department store where she worked?
"Well ... nice meeting you," John Grey answered, holding out his hand. Don shook the offered hand without enthusiasm and was relieved when Karen's boss went on to say, "I'll be leaving now ... see you tomorrow morning, Karen, at the store."
Don took a long gulp from his drink, thinking that he had been meaning to bring the subject up for days and that now was as good a time as any-perhaps better!
"Well, darling, what do you think? A June wedding? Or July?" He paused for a moment, taking the young blonde's hand warmly between his two strong ones. "I know a girl doesn't get married every day ... but you're going to have to make up your mind pretty soon so that we can make all the arrangements."
"Yes, you're right, darling, absolutely right," Karen replied with a slight coy tremor in her voice. "And as far as I'm concerned, tomorrow wouldn't be too soon! But, of course, you must wait until the school year is over...." she continued, her eyes blazing directly into his. And then her tone softened, almost as if she didn't want anyone else to hear. "I do love you, darling. You know that, don't you? I love you so much ... it hurts sometimes!"
Don lowered his gaze. Yes, of course he knew. He knew exactly what she was talking about. He knew that his excitingly beautiful, sensual young fiance couldn't understand why, despite her best efforts, he insisted that they not consummate their love for each other until after they were married. But he didn't really want to talk about that again ... not now ... she would only think he was being stubborn and ridiculous....
"Look, you know I want to do this thing right," the handsome young English teacher continued. "I want an announcement in the newspapers, with a picture of us-and Debbie, too! How would she like to be included in her mother's engagement picture?"
"Oh, darling, I know she'd love it," the sumptuous young blonde answered enthusiastically. "She has been begging me for a new father ever since she was old enough to realize that everyone else had one and she didn't! She was only three, of course, when Bob died. So she hardly remembers him."
Don had vowed time and time again not to be jealous of Bob Marshall, but a troubled expression now crossed his handsome young features. It was absurd, really, to be jealous of a man who had died ten years ago ... maybe he was simply jealous because Karen's first marriage had been so rewardingly successful and his had been instead a dismal failure. The ruggedly handsome young teacher knew that he was older now, more mature, that Karen was as different from his first wife Fay as the sun is different from the moon, and that this marriage would not flounder and break apart as his first one had. But somehow ... just the fact that there was ever another man in Karen's life seemed to make the blood boil in his veins!
Suddenly, Don felt the warmth of Karen's slender hands engulfing his and he looked up into her tender, understanding, loving eyes. Her voice was just barely above a whisper as she spoke, leaning over so that her hot breath bathed his face.
"Darling, forget about Fay. You know I love you ... very much. Very much, indeed, and I wouldn't give you up for anything in the world." Don felt a shiver of desire race up his spine as his gleaming eyes lowered momentarily to appreciatively survey the full thrusting curves of her ample breasts beneath her white wool dress. Looking up again, he saw a mischievous glint in her eyes and the curve of a smile upon her lush, full lips. How could she have read his thoughts so accurately? God, she was really one woman in a thousand!
"I love you ... and I warn you...." she crooned softly near his ear, "and I'll be faithful to you always. And I'm a lucky woman to have you!"
Don realized that he was really the lucky one. A woman as good-looking as Karen Marshall didn't come along every day and he was amazed that she had gone for ten years without a husband. With a face and body like hers, he wouldn't be surprised to learn that she had broken an entire string of hearts from Long Island all the way out to California! He had been dating the gorgeous young blonde for six months now but he knew that now she was growing more and more impatient with him. Again and again, the subject of sex had cropped up in their conversations lately and the handsome young teacher knew that his evasive answers were not at all satisfying to the hot-blooded, voluptuous young creature he was going to marry within a few months.
He had tried to explain to her once that he sincerely wanted to wait until they were married before making love to her. Not that he didn't want to make love to her now! God, just looking at her was enough to send his cock surging up into vibrantly throbbing life! And it wasn't as if he didn't enjoy sex! He had managed to screw plenty of different women since his divorce, women he had met in various bars or out at the race track. But Karen was different. Karen was special. And he didn't want to ruin their relationship by being overly ardent, overly eager and demanding, the way he had ruined his marriage to Fay.
Over the seven years since his divorce, Don Baker had learned to satisfy his admittedly voracious passions on women, he didn't care for ... and sometimes, he had even relieved his own sex-driven body's unsatisfied passions at night, when he was alone, in the darkness of his bedroom ... It wasn't that he wanted to live that way. It was just that he didn't dare risk the heartbreak he had suffered before that night he remembered so well.
Yes, Don could still clearly recall the shocking scene that had occurred in that modest little apartment he and Fay had rented in Linton, New Jersey after they had moved there from North Carolina. They had been married for almost two years by then and Don could sense that something was seriously wrong between them even before they arrived in New Jersey. He had hoped, vaguely, that the change of scene would refresh their wilting relationship and restore it to its once glorious happiness. But it hadn't worked out that way.
Although Fay still said she loved him, whenever he reached over at night to warmly caress her sensuously enticing body, he could feel her draw away from him. At first, he thought it was merely that she was working so hard, that she was tired at night and wanted nothing more than a good night's sleep to prepare her for another day's work. But he could tell, little by little, that it wasn't merely exhaustion which inhibited her. It was something else, something he couldn't understand. He had never thought of Fay as frigid, not after the first explosively exciting weeks of their marriage. And Don had wanted nothing more than to continue that enchanting excitement forever ... to continue to make mad and passionately stimulating love to his gorgeous wife every single night, sometimes two or three times a night!
It was humiliating for the young teacher to remember that horrifying night of their final separation. He had come home from work early and was relaxing in front of the TV with a-beer, watching the evening news. He had already showered and changed, splashing on practically a quart of cologne, and his heart began to race madly when he heard her car pull into the driveway. Tonight, he had vowed, would be different. He would be patient ... gentle ... loving ... she would be completely unable to resist his warmly embracing charms.
Don felt the familiar tightening in his throat now and he blinked back the tears of anger that began to well in his chocolate-brown eyes. As he looked back, he could see how foolish he had been to even dream of a reconciliation between them, but at the time all he could think of was his sensuously proportioned young wife and how very much he desired her and wanted to make glorious love with her. So he had eagerly raced to the front door with a glass of champagne in each hand, only to be stopped dead, speechless, in the doorway. With incredulous disbelief, he stared into his wife's mocking eyes and into the defiantly confident eyes of the tall, broad-shouldered man who stood by her side. Finally, Fay had brushed past her husband, bringing her new-found lover into their apartment to announce that she had decided to leave him and to live instead with this strange man in Connecticut.
The stunned young husband had nearly dropped both glasses of champagne and barely managed to mutter, "But ... Fay ... I don't understand!"
"Don't you?" she spat back angrily. "Well, let's put it this way, Don," she snarled. "I want a man, not a sex-machine for a husband. I want a man who knows how to do something besides hop into bed any time of the day or night! I'm not a prissy little virgin but then I'm not a sex-fiend, either!"
Too shocked and confused to listen to any more of his wife's tirade, Don Baker grabbed his jacket, jumped into his car and sped off to the nearest bar. The ugly words seemed to sting into his skin like porcupine needles as he sobbed quietly into beer after beer. What had gone wrong? Why had Fay objected to his sexual demands? That was what marriage was all about, wasn't it? And it wasn't as if she didn't enjoy sex! God, those first weeks they were married she could hardly get enough of it!
But nothing Don Baker said to himself that night or since had succeeded in easing the mortifying guilt that had wracked his conscience. He had vowed that very night as he returned to his empty apartment that never again would he allow his over-zealous sex drives to sabotage another relationship with a woman. No, if he ever again found a woman he could love, he would have to take extra care not to become too overbearing with his sexual demands ... besides, there would always be whores around to relieve his frustrations if they got too bad....
Now, Don's eyes seemed to light up as he gazed across the table at his magnificently proportioned young fiance. Her beauty dazzled him, as it had the very first day he had seen her in the department store where she worked. Now, he wondered why he had waited so long, practically six months, before asking her out to dinner for the first time. Perhaps it had only been because he couldn't believe that she was not already swamped with men asking her out, more men than she could probably handle!
And Karen, for her part, had been immediately attracted to the ruggedly handsome young teacher the first time she saw him walking up to her counter at the store. Her eyes had feasted on his strong, rugged frame, obviously muscular and lean even beneath his sports jacket and slacks. Holding his hands tightly now between her small, slender ones, she wondered vaguely why he seemed so reluctant to make love to her. That silly story about the way his wife had deceived him had occurred seven years before-surely he couldn't still be worrying about that! Besides, his sexual appetite couldn't possibly be more voracious than her own! Ever since Bob had died, her love-starved vagina had been greedy for the feel of a long, hot, heatedly pulsing penis and now she was so close ... and yet so far....
"Ummmm ... yes, I do love you, Don," she murmured, watching the glowing light in his eyes as he drank in all of her voluptuously offered beauty. He had to give in and make love to her soon! He just had to, before she went stark-raving mad!
She had tried in every subtle way she knew to show him that he need not fear overpowering her with the potency of his desires. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her, so each time she saw him now she would teasingly place her hand along his muscular thigh ... or let her fingers grip the back of his neck and trace maddening little circles around his ear ... or she would whisper close to him so that her hotly urgent breath would bathe his handsome face ... and whenever they danced, she would press tightly against him so that the straining swells of her ample breasts would be crushed against his chest and her thigh would move enticingly and provocatively against his ... but nothing seemed to work.
There was obviously something holding him back, a barrier which she could not penetrate, some invisible fortress that locked in his natural masculine passions. If only she could find the key ... it had something to do with Fay, with that idiot of a girl he had been married to ... but it had to be more than the awful story of that last evening ... something more deep-rooted than that ... after all, she, Karen, was a different woman with perhaps more ardent desires and surely Don must realize that!
That Don Baker wanted to make love to Karen as much as she wanted to make love to him was apparent by the next man's next remark.
"Karen ... listen ... why don't we get married right away? That way we could be together ... really together ... and...." His voice faded and his expectant smile fell away as he saw Karen suddenly and almost imperceptibly stiffen and glance anxiously around her.
"Don ... you know I love you. But we both agreed it would be best to wait until June or July. Remember?" she chided in a sharp whisper. "And keep your voice down-remember, I haven't told Debbie yet that we're setting the date and I want her to be the first to know!"
Don donned, then leaned forward to kiss his lovely blonde fiance gently on the cheek. Despite the warm, loving smile he wore, Karen found herself avoiding his level brown-eyed gaze. How could she explain to her love-starved young fiance that she had to wait until June, until after her impending promotion, to marry him? She loved him, of course, and wanted him desperately, more desperately than he could possibly imagine. And she wanted to go to bed with him that very night-but not to marry him just yet was imperative. John Grey had very openly admitting that her promotion hinged on his recommendation, and that he would be more likely to give her a favorable report if she would succumb to his advances. Of course, she had no intention of actually doing anything with him ... but as long as he believed there was a possibility that she would welcome his seductive advances ... and since he had to decide one way or the other within two weeks ... Yes, I can stall him that long, and then when I have secured that promotion, everything will be all right, she mused.
"But darling," Don was saying ardently, "we could tell Debbie tonight, and then go up to Lake George for the weekend and get married! What do you say? Let's do it!"
"Don ... listen, I-" Suddenly, the waiter appeared with two more glasses and Karen paused discreetly. She watched pensively as Don paid for the two drinks, her thoughts a dizzying swirl of confusion. If only she could break through that mysterious barrier of his, he wouldn't be so terribly anxious to get married right away. She took a sip from her drink and felt the warmth of the brandy radiate through her sensuous young body and she made an abrupt decision to seduce her fiance that night-and to seduce him successfully! That was the only way out of this dilemma! He only wanted to get married right away, she realized, because the passions burning in his hot-blooded loins could no longer be contained! And if that was true, then getting his rigidly throbbing cock into her hungry white belly would be no problem!
"Here's to you, darling," she crooned softly, lifting her glass and clinking it against his. "Here's to my wonderful future husband, the most marvelous man in the whole world!"
Don drank smilingly, his eyes feasting on the sensuous beauty of his beautiful young blonde fiance. He didn't understand why she had been so evasive about getting married right away, but he trusted her and knew that she must have good reasons. Probably, she wanted Debbie to feel involved in their marriage plans, to reassure her daughter that loving Don didn't mean a lessening of her motherly love. He knew that Debbie liked him and she was a marvelous, well-behaved, beautiful child, a younger mirror-image of her glamorous blonde mother. But Karen was probably right-it would be better for the child if this marriage didn't happen abruptly.
The engaged young couple left the bar a few minutes later, cuddling close together as they leaned against the strong ocean wind that seemed to chill their bones. Karen's beautiful face was glowing with happy contentment ten minutes later when Don pulled the car up in front of her small house and again they huddled close together, their arms and bodies intertwined, as they walked from the street to the front door, giggling and laughing like two teenagers.
"I know you've got school tomorrow, and I've got to go to work too, but why don't you come in for a nightcap?" she asked as she slid the key in the door.
"Won't we disturb Debbie?"
He's not going to get out of it this time!"
"No, don't worry, darling," she said coyly. "Debbie is asleep by now. Come on ... just one nice warm brandy to warm you up for the drive home!"
The handsome junior high school teacher could feel the blood swirling through his reeling brain and his cock immediately jumped as if sparked by a thousand volts of electricity. "Sure, darling, one nice warm brandy," he said, hoping she wouldn't detect the tremor in his voice.
God, she was a gorgeous woman, he thought to himself, as she pushed the front door open. Of all the women he had ever seen or known or made love to in the past seven years, Karen Marshall had to be the most beautiful and the most enticingly desirable. And what a lucky man he was that she loved him above all others! Look at her! She may be thirty-two years old, but she looks more like twenty-two, and a beauty queen at that!
Shrugging off her coat, she sat down close beside him on the couch so that the heated warmth from her thighs seemed to melt the chill in his bones. "Do you know how handsome you are when your cheeks are all red from the cold?" she crooned seductively, her hand once again reaching down to his trouser-encased thigh where her fingers twirled and swirled provocatively. A shiver of lust coiled up the young man's spine as he felt her warm body so close to his and her lush red lips brushed across his face. He began to feel strangely uncomfortable for some reason, and yet alarmingly stimulated at the same time. Her lips were cool against his face and yet their very touch seemed to sear and burn his skin like a branding iron as he drank in the sweet fragrance of her perfume.
"Maybe I ought to get us some brandy," Don suggested lamely. "A little brandy for the cold night air."
"I'm not cold," the young blonde teased smilingly as her handsome young fiance got up and walked towards the small bar across the room. She watched him take the bottle and two glasses, filling each, and she mused over the way things were going so far. Hopefully, he hadn't suspected anything when she balked at getting married right away and, hopefully, he was becoming excited by the obvious and provocative advances she was shamelessly making right now! Although alcohol almost always went straight to her head, Karen didn't think she was imagining the intensely burning emotion that shone from Don's eyes tonight. She wondered if he would once again be strong enough to deny those prickling sensations of excitement that she knew he was already feeling, perhaps even more strongly than she was feeling them!
"There," he said, moving to where she sat on the couch and handing her a glass. He sat down beside her, hoping that the burning in his cheeks was not a crimson blush and said in what he hoped was a steady, even voice, "Listen, do you mind if I take off my suit jacket? It's getting a little warm in here."
"Warm? Ummmm ... go ahead, darling. You can take off all your clothes, if you want to!" Don listened to her sensuous giggle and felt another surge of vibrant energy running through his already excited cock. Turning to look at his fiance's beautiful, flushed face, he saw her little pink tongue dart out and play mischievously along her upper lip as she raised her glass to her mouth. She sipped at her drink while he did the same, her eyes never leaving his face, her vacant hand returning now to its provocative position on his thigh.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Don was aware that he and Karen were simply playing a game, that both of their bodies were inflamed with a glowing, scorching passion that could not be denied for much longer. It was suddenly obvious that Karen was watching, waiting, asking him silently for the cue that would allow them to come together, to finally overcome his fear of giving in to his natural, human passions. There was no mistaking his glazing desire for her ... and she was as aware of it as he was.
Yes, I want her, damn it! I want her right here and now, on the couch of her own living room! I want to drive my cock so far into her that she'll split in two! His thoughts raced like wildfire through his mind and he felt suddenly elated and awed by the new freedom he had allowed himself. Face it, he told himself, you want her and you want her now! How long had it been since he had touched a woman intimately, shared the true joys of loivng sexual encounter? Years ... although it seemed now more like a lifetime.
But did he dare give in to this now overpowering desire that was painfully gnawing at his insides and darting through his aching cock? After all the years of self-control ... did he dare now to submit to his own wanton passions?
They drank more brandy. They talked, their words rambling around each other without ever sinking in. They drank still more brandy. She sat so close beside him on the couch, the warmth of her sensuous thigh permeating his skin through his trousers. Without thinking, he slid his arm around her shoulder, encircling her warmly, pulling her closer. She offered no resistance. Don kissed his young blonde fiance, long and hard, probing the warmth of her mouth with his hotly thrusting tongue.
"Don ... oh Don, I can't stand it! I just can't wait any longer," Karen Marshall moaned, gasping harshly when they paused for breath. Her blazing blue eyes glowed with swirling lust as her eyes traveled over the muscular contours of his body, her breasts heaving and swelling on her chest, her nipples obviously hard and taut beneath her dress. Don was tempted. His fingers ached to tear off the protective layers of her clothing that had always remained between them, his own frustrated desire driving him nearly insane.
"Don ... oh, Don, I love you so much! And I want you! You want me, too, I know you do!" she cried, her voice choked with emotion.
"Please ... please, Karen, let's get married. Now! Right away!" he sighed, holding her warmly soft body close, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of her fragrant perfume.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Oh Don, we know we love each other and we know we desire each other. I don't understand why we have to wait for a damned marriage certificate!" she cried almost angrily, feeling tears of pain and frustration flooding from her eyes. She tried to blink back the tears, knowing that Don would become upset to see her so disturbed. But the many drinks she had already had gave her a boldness and a recklessness which she had always lacked before. "God, Don, can't you see ... can't you tell ... how badly I want you ... long and hot and hard ... inside me? I'm going to go ... absolutely crazy ... totally insane ... oh Don! Oh, God!"
Don could hardly believe the frank honesty and nearly obscene language that had tumbled from her lips in her frustration and pain. A brand new sensation of overwhelming excitement flooded through his reluctant body as he finally realized what a hot-blooded woman she was. Karen looked into his eyes pleadingly, her own stained with tears, hoping that she hadn't gone too far, hoping that her plea would hit home and that her frustrations would at last be alleviated. He turned to her with compassion in her loving eyes and she knew that she had won! At last! At long last it was all going to happen just the way she had hoped for so long that it would!
Smiling gently, he took her into his arms and pressed his upper torso tightly against hers, his hard throbbing penis pressuring hotly against his trousers, his big hands caressing the small of her back and, beneath that, her gently rounded buttocks. He pulled her to her feet and held her closer still, whispering hotly into her ear, "Oh darling, I want you, too! You know I do! You are all I'll ever want in the whole world!"
Don held her close, drinking in her sweet womanly fragrance, no longer struggling against his conscience or his fears. Oh God, he had never wanted anything more in his life than to feel that those wonderfully upswelling, hard-nippled breasts which now pressed so warmly against his chest. He could feel his cock pressuring against her soft abdomen and he could almost imagine it slipping up inside her body ... drilling up, ever upward into the hot, velvety moist channel of her love-hungry cunt ... strong and hard, filling her completely with his rigidly throbbing masculinity! He could, even now, nearly feel the ecstasy of it rubbing and plunging in and out of her wetly clinging loins ... yes ... yes ... yes, at last!
He kissed her again and teased lovingly at her soft, full lips with the pointed tip of his tongue. Silently, Karen was celebrating her complete victory over her fiance's reluctance. It was going to be glorious, magnificent, pure and exquisite ecstasy, all the more exciting since they had been denying themselves for so long! Soon his turgidly pulsing penis would storm the bastion of her cock-hungry cunt, transporting both of them to heights of sheer bliss they had never known before! Oh, to once again feel a loving man's mouth at her succulent young breasts ... to feel his fingers teasing through the fleece of her pubic mound ... to feel his urgently throbbing hardness plunging into her hotly clasping cunt!
His lips were locked on hers now and she let hers open slowly as his tongue teased around them, tracing their contours before driving hotly into her mouth. Her warm, sweet breath panted gently onto his face as he slipped his hand down into the bodice of her dress, where his fingers pried under the flimsy fabric of her brassiere. Massaging and stroking at one of the maturely ripened mounds that suddenly thrust free of their confinement, he moved his exploring fingertips even closer to the already tautened nipple, caressing it and rolling it teasingly between his fingers until finally it was completely hardened, a tiny distended point pressing into the palm of his hand.
"Oh God! Oh yes! Ooooohhhh!" the lust-incited young woman gasped breathlessly, the sparks of passion igniting throughout her soft womanly body.
Don was astonished as he discovered the high-set round firmness of her young breasts, and he explored them with mounting delight and passion. His blood seemed near boiling in his veins as he marveled at the luscious shapeliness of her body. Her flesh was like velvet to his touch, smooth and satiny and her entire body seemed wracked by an intense sexual desire he had never found in any woman before. He felt his painfully hard cock jerking against the yielding plane of her soft belly and he impatiently reached around to yank down the zipper of her short dress. Then, reveling in the intoxicating first opportunity to touch her marvelously sensual body, unprotected by her clothing, he slowly ran his hands down the length of her slender ribs and under her loosened dress skirt to her sensuously flaring hips, then moved back firmly over her panty-clad buttocks. Darting sensations of lust surged through him as he heard his young blonde fiance moan and gasp with wanton pleasure and move even more tightly against him.
Karen was almost beside herself with the urgent intensity of her long-starved passion. Her mind seemed to whirl dizzily and she willingly melted against the overpoweringly exciting demands of his loving, searching hands. God, how desperately she wanted him to bury his long pulsing hardness into the starving depths of her moistly flowering vagina! Oh how she needed him ... wanted him ... loved him ... had to have him! She had waited so very long for this precious, special moment when he would succumb to the passionate torrent of his own desire!
"Oh yes, darling! Yes ... touch me ... love me ... do it all to me!" she cried whimperingly. "Yes ... yes ... oh yes!"
Karen felt Don's warm hand trailing down over the yielding surface of her warm belly, down the sleek muscle of her womanly hip, his fingers digging under the clinging soft nylon of her panties. "Ooooooohhhhh!" she moaned softly as she felt his fingertips slide downwards, digging gently through the softly curling patch of pubic hair to the very lips of her cock-hungry cunt. She gasped deeply as they first made contact with the fiery, swollen bud of her super-sensitive clitoris. Eagerly, the lust-excited young blonde locked her lips to his and her tiny tongue shot like a flame into his mouth with all the fire of passionate need built up over the years. Again and again, she stabbed into his warm mouth, while he sucked at the tiny sweet point of her tongue and taunted her erectly burning clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. She felt her knees begin to give way beneath her as he suddenly slid his probing fingers down between the moistly swollen, hair-framed lips of her already seeping vagina and into that moist mouth of love. Gradually, he eased his outstretched middle finger inside, burying that rigid digit in the depths of her excitedly and hotly dilating pussy with breathtaking gentleness.
"Ooooohhhh! God, Don ... that feels ... so good ... aaaaaaahhhhhh ... arugh!" he heard her moan again. He knew now that there was no turning back. He knew at that very moment that tonight Don Baker would finally fuck Karen Marshall! He felt her hand traveling lightly around his waist until her fingers eagerly reached for the pulsing hot hardness bulging in the front of his trousers. Then, he, too, gasped as those searching fingers wrapped themselves around his prick through his clothing.
"Don ... I love you ... more than anything ... in the world ... oooohhhh she murmured hotly in his ear as she felt him hurriedly tear at her clothing. Her warm, panting body seemed to glow with passion as he pulled her dress up over her head and unclasped her brassiere with fingers trembling with long-suppressed excitement. Don's breathing now quickened in lust-incited delight as he viewed the magnificent, alabaster-smooth spheres of luscious flesh that he had allowed himself to touch for the first time tonight. They jutted, high and proud and firm, from her slender torso, contrasting dramatically with the slim indentation of her waist. In a renewed frenzy of desire, Don tossed aside her garments and pressed his warm moist lips into the deep cleavage between her warm and ample breasts.
"Oh, darling, how I love you ... how I've waited for this moment ... darling ... darling ... oooohhhhhhh!" Karen moaned as she felt his hot breath rasping against the soft flesh of her breasts. "Yes, darling, love me! Kiss me! Touch me! Drive your big beautiful cock straight into me!" she whimpered soulfully down at the face that was kissing and sucking at her warmly straining young breasts while his relentless hands peeled her panties down to her knees.
Don hardly heard her words now, overwhelmed and completely rapt in his own passionate lust. His hands continued to fondle and explore her satiny smooth flesh, and she gasped aloud at the electrical, sparking sensations surging through her long-neglected body as he stopped to pull her panties down to her ankles ... and his hot, moist breath teasingly grazed the feverishly swollen lips c f her pouting vagina. She was naked now, completely exposed to his lust-glazed eyes and her body felt like it was being engulfed by an enormous wildfire.
"Oh darling ... yes ... yes ... make me naked ... love me naked ... love me now ... I want to feel you inside me...." she gasped. "Please ... I can stand it any more!"
Don's' eyes glowed with a lust-inspired determination now, his flickering desire inflamed by her urgent pleading. With one easy motion, he pressed her naked body back down onto the couch.
Karen was nearly delirious now with the furious flaming of her passion as she felt the soft cushions of the couch beneath her. A new surge of vibrantly tingling pleasure raced through her as she felt his warm hands eagerly pushing her thighs apart and she knew that nothing could stop him now. Nothing! It seemed like heaven when she felt his outstretched probing finger sinking deeply into her eagerly pulsing vagina once again, causing her to writhe with the exquisite sensations shooting through her. Her surrender now was as complete as his as she moaned with a passion-choked voice, "Oh Don ... oh yes ... oh God, it feels so good ... ooooohhhhhh ... aaaahhhhh...."
It was then that she heard the faint metallic sound of his zipper whirring down and suddenly she felt the deliciously hard fleshy bluntness of his penis heatedly pressing against her creamy upper thigh. Conditioned by her own long years of loneliness, her lush body instantly stiffened at the alien touch, even as his urgently digging fingers burrowed deeper and deeper between her parted legs and into her moistly quivering cuntal passage. Oh, how long had it been? Shooting sensations of pleasure engulfed her, wave after wave of intoxicating passion surged wildly through her loins and she began to arch her hips up to meet his exploring penetration. Hardly realizing what she was doing, only know that she had to feel the hot hardness of his manhood, she reached down to firmly clasp his blunt-headed instrument and her anxious fingers tightened lovingly around its thick bloated length.
Lost in the fiery pleasure he was giving her, Karen instinctively squeezed tightly around the rigid pole of pleasure, gasping with rapture as she felt its answering throb under her fingers. She quivered with surprise when she realized the enormity of its girth, and then an anticipatory thrill of sublime delight raced through her naked body. Even in her most vivid fantasies, she had never dared to imagine that he could be so thick and long, so marvelously rigid and passionately throbbing ... her slender fingers could barely encircle this mammoth instrument! Then, as her long-unused instincts began to capture her body, Karen began to eagerly stroke the column of straining, rock-hard flesh, massaging the thick outer layer of skin back and forth to the same lustful rhythm he had established with his stiffened finger deep inside the moistly clenching walls of her pink pussy.
"Oh, God ... yes ... oh, Don ... oooo-hhhhh ... uuuuummmmm ... eeeeiiiiiiiioooo ... I love it ... love you ... aaaarrrruuuuuugggghhhh...." the gorgeous blonde whimpered. She had won at last! There was no stopping him now! At last she was going to enjoy all that fiery, fierce pleasure she knew he could provide to her love-starved body! She had purposely encouraged him to venture far beyond the point of no return and she could feel her own body trembling passionately, hungrily, in the wildly ecstatic excitement of the moment. She writhed blissfully against his plunging finger, rotating her naked hips more and more demandingly against his hand, her cunt hotly moist from the passionately flowing juices of her arousal. She felt the creamy fluid seeping from her swollen vaginal lips between the rounded fullness of her satiny-smooth buttocks and she knew that tonight she would finally find some satisfaction. Again, her fiance dropped his head to her breast, cupping it in his hand before eagerly sucking the tiny, tautly distended pink nipple down into the warmth of his mouth.
"Oh yes, Don darling ... uuuummmmm ... aaaaiiioooeee ... yeeeeesssss ... God, how I want you inside of me!" Karen moaned breathlessly, knowing that he could not now regain control of himself any more than she could, knowing that whatever had prevented him from making mad and passionate love to her before had been completely obliterated from his mind now, completely conquered by the driving force of his own lust and love for her. She searched her mind for words to tell him how exquisitely exciting his love-making was as his hands and mouth drove her to greater heights of abandoned ecstasy, but no words would come. She lay panting softly,'feeling the magic of his hotly throbbing cock jerking in her hand, as his warmly moist lips played for a long and deliciously delightful moment around her excitedly palpitating breasts, his tongue trailing like a lick of fire through the deep flehsy valley between as he alternated his attention between the twin snowy-white mounds.
It was all the young woman could do to keep from screaming out the ecstasy of her passion at the top of her lungs. She quivered with uncontrollable pleasure as his warm mouth began to slide provocatively down over her tremulous smooth belly, his turgidly pulsing penis moving down along her leg as his body wiggled downward. Don no longer had any control over his lust-powered emotions as he dabbed his tongue hotly for a moment into hte tiny indentation of her navel, raising soft mewls and gasps of pleasure from her open mouth.
Again, Karen groped for the words which would describe the fiery pleasure now racing headlong through her trembling loins, but it was as if her brain was temporarily paralyzed. His lips traveled lower, leaving dizzying patterns of indecent sensation trailing after his gently nipping teeth. What a lover he was! She felt his broad, flat palms pushing her willing thighs further apart as he hunched down on the soft couch cushions between them.
Karen held her breath then. She knew what he was going to do as she felt his thumbs slowly spreading open her soft, hair-framed vaginal lips. A quick gasp of intense pleasure flew from her mouth as she felt the coolness of the air Where it touched her nakedly exposed coral slit and made goose bumps rise on the satiny, milk-white plane of her belly. His hot tongue pushed relentlessly forward, the wet tip like a burst of flame against the tiny protruding bud of her sensitive clitoris, causing it to tingle and swell to pulsing hardness. He lowered his fingers to spread the mouth of her nakedly waiting pussy wider apart, and then slid his fire-filled tongue down from the oily marble of her clitoris, abruptly driving it deep into the moistly flushed mouth of the smooth, hotly seeping passageway below.
"Arugh! Oh! Umph! Eeee! Arugh!" she gasped, jerking crazily from the exquisite thrill of that sudden wet contact with her pink, wide-stretched pussy. And, reaching down, she tangled her anxious fingers in his dark curly hair, wantonly pulling his lust-flushed face closer and harder into her passion-thrashing loins. His flicking tongue burrowed madly inside her greedily hungry cunt, slithering into those hotly seeping walls like a surge of flame. She heard herself groaning incoherently as insane spasms of pure lust wracked her long-neglected naked body which, she was sure, would feel the fulfilling satisfaction of orgasm tonight.
All of Don's self-control had abandoned him long ago as his painfully aching cock seemed to demand satisfaction. His tongue continued its erotically stimulating work as his nostrils bathed in the sweet womanly aroma of her lust-moistened cunt and he knew that he couldn't wait much longer. The hot cum in his balls was churning madly and he felt as if it would explode through his thick fleshy cock at any moment. Nothing, nothing in the world could stop him now as he continued to assault the softly throbbing sanctuary of her cunt, knowing that he had to drive his love-spear into her soon or he would cum right then and there!
"Darling ... now ... shove your big beautiful cock into me now ... I can't stand it any more ... I need it, hot and hard inside me ... oh, please, hurry!" she cried, hardly realizing what she was saying as the words seemed to tumble from her mouth of their own accord.
Her passionate pleading seemed to trigger his already overpowering lust and then suddenly, to her great satisfaction, he was moving up over her, leaving her heatedly throbbing cunt alive with a wildfire of passion. He kissed her, ramming his fiery tongue deep inside the warm soft confines of her mouth, and she sucked hungrily at it, tasting her own pungent pussy juices in his saliva. Don rolled on top of his naked blonde fiance, his handsome face twisted and flushed with hotly raging desire, his loins vibrantly pulsing with the overpowering passion of his lust.
"Oh Don ... drive it into me ... hurry!" she gasped, her long smooth thighs spreading even further apart to welcome his lust-powered assault on her willingly waiting pussy. Eagerly, he moved to wedge his aching long cock into the moistly inviting opening of her vaginal vault while her legs opened still wider and her breath, coming in panting spurts, bathed his cheeks.
"God, Karen ... you're gorgeous ... a real woman ... the best ... the most beautiful ... I want you so badly ... need you so much ... want to fuck you ... fuck you ... oooohhhh!" he moaned, the obscenity of his words seeming only to drive her to further heights of passionate ecstasy.
Like a man possessed, Don Baker flicked his hips forward and then he felt an electrical charge of lust as she reached down to carefully guide the bulbous head of his passion-swollen cock into her flowering-open pussy lips which seemed to eagerly clasp his thickly plunging hardness with pulsing abandon. With one swift and powerful lunge, he buried his turgidly throbbing shaft of flesh into her hotly clasping cuntal cavern and felt its blunt, blood-engorged head crash against her cervix.
"Aaaaarrrruuuuuuugh!" she gasped as he immediately began to establish a rhythmic tempo, lunging in and out of her, pulling her pink moist pussy lips out with each outstroke, then burying them back inside her moistly clasping channel with every powerful instroke. It was like heaven to the young blonde to feel that rigidly palpitating pole of pleasure inside of her, filling her completely, rippling the smooth flesh of her moist pussy walls as it drove ever forward, stretching those walls almost unbearably. In and out, back and forth he drilled as she writhed beneath him and arched her hips to meet his every pile-driving thrust into the welcoming warm furnace of her cunt. She could feel the powerful pressures of her own orgasm building, building, almost ready to explode into a fiery conflagration of exquisite ecstasy as his furiously battering cock slammed mercilessly in and out of her, sending whirling sensations of prurient pleasure sweeping through her lust-thrashing young naked body.
Then, suddenly, she felt that turgid organ lurch crazily within her hotly clutching cunt and heard an uncontrollable gasp of ecstasy fly from her lover's lips. He groaned and moaned and Karen felt his huge, blood-swollen penis surge wildly within her soft-walled womb. And then, with equal suddenness, the thick hot stream of his scalding sperm began to spew from its jerking head, saturating the already lubricating confines of her madly clinging cunt with its viscous warmth. Soon even the creamy-white inner sides of her softly pliant thighs showed the thin dribbling streams of cum that seeped out from her overflowing cunt and onto the cushions beneath her quivering buttocks.
She held him tightly and strained to release her own fiery passions, poised as she was on the precipice of exploding passion as she felt his muscular body convulse on top of her, while his stiffly swollen penis pumped spasmodically into her hotly clasping cunt. She heard his final groan of release and then he collapsed on top of her while the fire of her own aroused passion still burned hotly in her nearly satisfied cunt. If only he could last a few seconds longer ... only a few more moments and she too would erupt with the hotly flowing juices of her own dynamic orgasm ... if only....
But it was no use. Panting on top of her, exhausted by the exertions of his climax, he rolled over, his now limp organ sliding from her still unsatisfied cunt with a wet, sluicing sound.
Almost immediately, he began to whisper apologies in a choked, almost shamed voice. "Darling ... forgive me ... I'm so sorry ... I didn't mean ... I don't know what came over me...."
"Don ... Don," the still smoldering young woman moaned, "lick my cunt again ... I'm almost there ... please don't leave me like this ... please ... Oh God, do something, Don!"
And then it hit him. She hadn't cum yet! He had not even satisfied her! He had been selfish enough to obey the commands of his own hot-blooded passion and he couldn't even hold back long enough to give her orgasm she had begged him for from the very beginning! She was the one who had been wanting sex all along and now it was she who remained unsatisfied!
"Yes, darling ... yes ... I'll lick your cunt ... I'll make you cum ... don't worry . .'. don't worry...." he panted, sliding down over her to where her nakedly exposed pink cunt lay nestled in the golden hair-framed canyon between her widespread thighs. "I'll make you cum ... make you cum ... oh my darling Karen, I'm so sorry...."
It was only seconds after his fire-filled tongue first plowed in between her lust-lubricated pussy walls that her orgasm spasmed convulsively through her lust-tortured young body. Wave after wave of the exquisitely ecstatic pleasure raced through her like body-jolting shocks of electricity as her handsome young fiance feverishly licked and laved at her sweet-smelling cunt. "Aaaaarrrrrrr-uuuuughhhhh!" she cried as the mind-blinding pleasure she had so often dreamed of captured every nerve-ending of her naked flesh as she writhed and thrashed madly in the convulsive glory of her rapturous climax.
When it was all over, when she had finally reached that long sought after pinnacle of ecstasy, Don moved up along her naked body to hold her warmth close to him. Whispering ardently, "I'm sorry ... so sorry ... but it's ok now ... you've cum now ... it's all ok...." he stroked the softly flowing blonde hair which lay in disarray on the soft cushions of the couch around her head. "I love you ... I do love you, Karen ... oh, Karen...."
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CHAPTER TWO
Don Baker went through his teaching duties the following morning like a mechanical robot, his mind struggling to concentrate on his lessons instead of on his disappointing sexual performance of the night before. When he spoke to Karen that night, she had seemed happy and gay as usual, with no undercurrent to hint that she had been at all disillusioned about his sexual prowess. Still, the haunting fear that he had disappointed her would not leave him, nagging at his thought all week long like a headache that just wouldn't go away.
He wasn't especially worried that he hadn't seen Karen since that fateful Sunday night. She had been working late at the store, taking inventory and checking stock in preparation for the next buying season. He knew that she expected to be promoted to Assistant Buyer any day now and that the more aggressively and eagerly she performed her current duties, the more likely her promotion would be. Generally, she only worked two nights a week and saw him the other nights ... but not this week. Was it because of last Sunday night? Was it because she had, in spite of her reassurances to the contray, felt that he hadn't quite measured up to all her expectation? Or was she honestly striving for that long sought-after promotion which would mean both more money and more flexibility for her?
It was lunch time on Friday and, as per his usual habit, Don settled back in a large, comfortable chair in the Teacher's Lounge with his sandwich and his newspaper. Immediately, he opened the paper to the entertainment section to find out what film would be playing this week at Port Jefferson's only cinema house. He saw a new movie advertised, billed as a "compelling love story", and he read the review with interest, knowing that romantic films were Karen's favorites. He had a dinner date with her tomorrow night ... perhaps they could go to the cinema afterwards!
Or, perhaps, instead of a movie, they could go back to his place so that he could show her with what expertise and passion he could really make love to her! All those crippling fears which had remained in his mind for so long were gone now, completely and utterly gone, and her realized that she had been right when she said they didn't have to get married before they enjoyed each other's naked bodies since they truly loved each other! Yes, tomorrow night he was going to repay his sensuous young fiance-in spades-for her long and enduring patience!
Just thinking about tomorrow night and the sensual delights that lay in store for them both made Don's blood boil and his cock surged upward within his trousers as he absentmindedly thumbed through the local newspaper. The pages of print appeared before him but his mind focused instead on the lush naked contours of Karen Marshall's sensuous young body so exquisitely revealed to him in all its satin smoothness last Sunday. The images seemed to be engraved in the forefront of his mind ... her nakedly upthrusting and pliantly soft breasts ... the golden triangle of softly curling fleece which guarded the treasure hidden between her legs ... the softly creamy flesh of her buttery thighs leading up to the pinkly glistening fulcrum of her femininity ... those fluted, lust-swollen pussy lips which nibbled gently at his hotly throbbing cock....
Yes, tomorrow night would be a night to remember for them both, the aroused young teacher thought now as he gulped down the last of his sandwich. Tomorrow night he would make up for all this time when he had denied both her and himself the vibrantly heated passions of their mutual lust!
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Karen Marshall sat in her small office, a hot cup of soup and a sandwich in front of her. But she wasn't hungry. She was much too excited and much too proud to be hungry. Last night John Grey had finally informed her that her promotion had been approved and that, starting Monday, she would be the Assistant Buyer for all women's clothing in the entire department store! It was a dream which she had cherished for a long time and one which she didn't even dare to hope would come true ... and now it had!
Of course, Mr. Grey still showed a great deal of lecherous interest in her, hinting not too subtly that she should be extremely grateful to him for securing this promotion for her. Well, damn it, she thought, I've worked hard for it and I deserve it! Still, she purposedly crossed her legs whenever he came into the office, taking care that the hem of her usually short skirts did not creep up her stocking-clad thighs so that Mr. Grey did not have any more to oogle at while his eyes traveled licentiously over the shapely contours of her body as he spoke. She knew what he wanted and she knew she wasn't going to give it to him. God, she hadn't even wanted to stand next to him last night for that press-release picture and felt a chill of dread creep up her spine when he had wrapped his arm around her shoulder, drawing the voluptuous frame of her body close to his as the flash-bulb popped in her eyes.
Oh, it would be such a wonderful surprise for Don tomorrow night when she told him about the promotion! She would break out a bottle of champagne when he came to pick her up-and maybe she would even let Debbie have a little bit, too! And then she and Don would go out to dinner at some nice cozy little restaurant where they would hardly eat a thing, feasting instead on the blatent love shining in each others' eyes ... and afterwards they would go back to her place again and make love together! Yes, it was going to be a very memorable evening, indeed!
Although she was bursting with pride and happiness, and although she wanted nothing more than to dash to the telephone right away to tell her beloved Don what had happened, she forced herself to nibble on her sandwich instead. No, she would save the surprise until tomorrow night ... he couldn't possibly find out before then from anybody else because she hadn't even told Debbie, wanting Don to be the first to know! And the picture wouldn't be in the newspaper until Monday so there was not chance of his finding out that way! Oh, he would be so surprised and so happy! This promotion would mean more money for them, and it would also mean she wouldn't have to work nights any longer! Yes, everything was working out perfectly for the voluptuous young blonde....
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Don Baker was about to put down his newspaper when suddenly his entire body stiffened, and his eyes focused on a poorly exposed photograph. It was a few moments before the full impact of what he saw penetrated into this mind. The picture showed a buxom blonde woman standing next to a taller, beady-eyed man whose arms were clamped tightly around her shoulder. His fingers tightened nervously around the page as he recognized his beautiful blonde fiance, Karen Marshall, and her boss, John Grey! The disturbed teacher's gaze lowered and he read the caption through somewhat blurred eyes. "Karen Marshall, newly promoted to assistant buyer for womans' clothing at Hampton's Department store, received congratulations from Mr. John Grey, Managing Director of Purchasing. "
There was a small paragraph following, telling of Karen's six-year career with the store and the various positions she had held during that time, with a very sly implication that Mr. John Grey, Managing Director, had been especially influential in her rise to success. Don felt his breath coming in tight little gasps and his throat seemed to go suddenly dry. Why hadn't Karen told him about this? he wondered anxiously. She knew that her promotion was nearly as important to him as it was to her, affecting their entire future together in a way! Didn't she want him to know? If so, why? Why would she keep such an exciting development a secret from her own fiance?
Growing more and more distraught by the minute, Don's cocoa brown eyes examined the photograph, noting with a dull sense of pain how closely John Grey held her voluptuously sensual body to his own and the way that Karen's eyes were looking ... almost fondly ... at him. The newspaper began to tremble in his hands as he looked more closely at the wretched face of John Grey and his thinning, receding hairline. The picture was poorly exposed and poorly printed, but still the lust blazing in his eyes seemed to jump right out of the page. No ... no ... it can't be ... this man can't be the reason Karen balked at getting married right away! It can't be that Karen ... earned her promotion in THAT way ... can it? Karen just wouldn't do anything like that ... would she?
The question was simply too frightening and terrible to be considered. And yet, it somehow demanded an answer. And he had to have one from Karen's own lips. Glancing quickly at his watch, he realized that she might well still be out to lunch, but he was determined to try anyway. Rising to his feet, he threw the newspaper down and grabbed his books before striding rapidly out of the room and down the hallway towards the public telephone.
But the disturbed young man didn't have a dime, so he went into the main office and finally found one of the secretaries who had change for a dollar. Clasping firmly onto his books, he dashed out into the hallway again, only to find the phone booth occupied by one of the other teachers. Damn! Pacing back and forth, his mind reeling dizzily with sordid speculations and terrible images of Karen's naked body sprawled lisciviously before the beady-eyed, sharp-chinned Managing Director, Don could feel the sweat breaking out along his upper lip and forehead as he nervously paced back and forth in front of the occupied phone booth.
What was taking that damned woman so long? Why did women always have to talk so long on the telephone? Couldn't she tell that he was waiting and that he was rapidly running out of patience? Don considered tapping on the glass booth but then decided against it-each moment of delay in her conversation would make it that much longer before he could call Karen! He tried to rationalize then, as he waited, trying to tell himself that he was getting all worked up over nothing, that his sensuous young fiance would never betray him for such an obviously lecherous older man-and one who was probably married at that! He knew that he was letting his jealousy get the best of him, and that he ought to at least talk to Karen before he let himself fly off the handle, but still....
The young woman teacher finally emerged from the phone booth and she had hardly taken two steps when Don dashed in, slamming the door closed behind him. His fingers trembled as he reached into his pocket for a dime, then slipped it down the slot and listened for the dial tone. His entire hand seemed to be shaking with a violent tremor as he dialed the number of Karen's office phone. A strange voice answered after two brief rings.
"Karen Marshall's office, can I help you?" a sing-song voice asked pleasantly.
Don stared blankly at the telephone for a moment, then gathered his wits enought to blurt out "I want to speak to Mrs. Marshall. It's very important ... urgent ... I must speak with her."
He could almost see the woman at the other end of the line smiling apologetically as her voice said, "I'm sorry, but Mrs., Marshall is out of the office right now. Can someone else help you?"
"No! No, I must speak to Mrs. Marshall," Don said stubbornly. "Do you know what time she'll be back? Do you know where she is now? Is there no way I can talk to her now?"
"I'm sorry, but Mrs. Marshall is in a meeting with Mr. Grey and cannot be disturbed." Don's heart sank to his knees and his heart began to thud wildly in his chest. With John Grey! She's probably alone with him in her office ... with the door closed ... damn her! "May I take a message and have her call you back?"
"W-what? Message? No ... no message," the distraught young teacher stammered, his voice dropping to something just barely above a whisper.
Suddenly, as he turned and opened the door of the phone booth, a surge of anger swept through Don Baker. The hell with her! Who did she think she was, anyway? If Karen Marshall preferred that sly-eyed old bastard to a handsome, virile guy him ... well, she was welcome to him! There were always plenty more fish in the sea, just like his old grandad used to tell him when he was a teenager, Don fumed as he strode down the hallway, past the Teachers' Lounge, and around the corner to where his own classroom was situated.
There were still twenty minutes left to the lunch period and Don didn't now feel like spending it in the company of a bunch of other teachers who seemed to do nothing but cluck like a bunch of hens as they ate their sandwiches and gossiped about those teachers who were out of the room. Considering the way he felt at the moment, just looking at a woman would be enough to drive him right through the wall, fist first! And the last thing Don Baker wanted to do was to make a fool of himself right there in his own school. Being Karen's fool was bad enough as it was....
Then, suddenly, another idea struck the disturbed young teacher. Maybe this was all his imagination ... maybe Karen had been faithful to him after all ... there was one way, readily at hand, to find out-Debbie! On impulse, the darkly handsome young man walked down the corridor to the door which led to the fenced-in recreation area, which was, at lunch time, always filled with fresh-faced young students enjoying the winter sunshine in their heavy wool coats, smiling and laughing and gossiping away their lunch hour.
Debbie, Karen's thirteen year-old daughter, was not only a student at Port Jefferson Junior High School, but in fact she was in Don's afternoon History class. Don knew that the beautiful young girl liked him very much and was eagerly anticipating the day when she would, at last, have a new father. Perhaps young Debbie Marshall could give him a clue as to what her mother was or wasn't doing with this reprehensible John Grey, he thought as his almond-shaped brown eyes anxiously searched for Debbie's lovely young face among the little knots of teenagers outside. In another moment, he caught sight of her long flowing blonde hair and he saw her standing with a little group of giggling young girls not far away from the door.
It would just be too humiliating to ask Karen about that man, Don mused, as he threaded his way amongst the teenagers towards Debbie Marshall. He was sure the girl would understand his concern when he told her about the photograph he had seen in the newspaper and would be honest enough to tell him if there was really anything between Karen and her boss. If only he could get her away from that hard-looking bunch of girls she was talking to, even for just one brief moment, he could explain everything and then find out....
"Debbie ... could you come over here for a moment?" he asked, his voice growing louder and louder to carry over the raucous crowd of teenage boys and girls playing cheerfully in the yard.
Debbie's youthful, creamy-skinned face broke into a delighted grin of welcome. Ever since her mother had started dating this handsome young teacher, Debbie had had a youthful crush on him and often bragged to her friends about him. "Sure, Do-I mean, Mr. Baker," she replied cheerfully, almost forgetting that her permission to call him Don didn't extend into the school building. Her smile faded slightly then as she noticed the worried, deeply concerned look on his face. Had she done something wrong? Had she inadvertently done something to displease him?
"What is it?" she asked as she moved closer to him.
Don glanced uneasily about him, noticing with apprehension that every word of their conversation was being overheard by a tall, buxom girl who stood as if rooted by Debbie's side. Don stared coolly at the narrow-waisted, well-built teenager, trying to wordlessly express his desire for her to leave so that he could speak privately with Debbie. But it was a futile attempt. Debbie's obviously older friend stared almost challengingly back at him, an almost flirtatious gleam in her blazing brown eyes. He could almost feel her narrow-eyed gaze traveling up and down over the full length of his muscular young body in a studious, appreciative way. The girl, a sumptuous young redhead, was one of the newer students in the school, Don remembered, and he vaguely recalled being introduced to her by one of the other teachers sometime during the past few weeks.
"I'd like to speak to you-alone," he said finally, beginning to feel uncomfortable in the presence of that strange redheaded young girl whose eyes never left the lithe lines of his body.
"Sure ... sure," the eager young Debbie replied, innocently unaware of her friend's obviously flirtatious eyeing of her mother's finance. Glancing over her shoulder as she walked away from the small cluster of girls, Debbie called to her older friend, "Back in a minute, Betsy."
Betsy! That's right, Don thought, Betsy Gibbons! She and her family had just moved to town ... yes, she was originally going to be in his history class but was later transferred. Something about her ... what was it now? Yes, her family had moved here because of some sort of secret trouble the girl had gotten into where they used to live. No one knew exactly what it was . , . but they suspected the fourteen year old had become pregnant! Yes, Betsy Gibbons. It all came suddenly flooding into Don's mind now! Vaguely, the handsome young teacher wondered whether this girl Betsy was trying to gain the sympathy and friendship of innocent little Debbie Marshall and whether the impressionable young daughter of his finace might be picking up bad habits from this girl. Well, Debbie knew better than that ... she was a good, honest girl....
Don had just maneuvered back inside the doorway where the chilling winter winds would not disturb them and the lovely young blonde teeager followed him. It's really remarkable, Don mused, how very much this young girl resembles her lovely mother. The same flowing blonde hair, the same peachy tinge to her skin, the same blazing, forthright blue eyes, the same pert little nose and even the same lush, full lips. Of course, Debbie did not have the lusciously ripe and mature body of her thirty-two year old mother, but already she had developed ample, firmly rounded breasts and a strong hint of the fully sensual and provocatively attractive woman she would someday be. She looked up at the dark-haired young history teacher with flagrant admiration and becoming innocence.
"Debbie, listen to me," Don began, suddenly finding it difficult to retrieve the necessary words from his brain, "I want to talk to you about something serious. But this is just between the two of us, ok?"
"Sure, whatever you say, Don," the girl answered, her expression suddenly sobering as a thought recurred in her mind. "It isn't anything ... I've done ... is it?"
"No, no, Debbie, it isn't anything you've done," Don reassured her, placing his large hand on her small shoulder. "It's ... well ... it's about...." Again, the words seemed stuck in the back of Don's mind and he couldn't coax them out no matter now hard her tried. So he was somewhat taken aback when he heard Debbie's childish voice.
"Is it about Mom, then?" The darkly handsome young teacher hadn't expected Debbie to broach the subject for him and, again, he searched his reeling mind for some way to explain to this thirteen year old about what was throubling him. He felt her pensive gaze on his rugged features, her eyes soft with the tender, girlish affection she felt for him. Almost without thinking, he blurted out precisely what was on his mind, what had been uppermost in his thoughts for nearly half an hour now.
"Debbie ... I suspect that your Mom doesn't care as much for me anymore."
"What do you mean?" the perplexed young girl gasped, genuinely stunned by what he had said.
"I mean, I'm not sure that she loves me anymore, Debbie. That's why I wanted-" But his words were suddenly interrupted by the loud clanging of the school bell, calling the youngsters in from their lunch time break. Don frowned as he realized that his classroom was about to fill up with noisy students, rambunctious from their lunch-hour outside, and that he had to go there right away."
"Listen, we'll talk about it later, ok?" he said, trying not to reveal the disappointment that had depressed him. Students began rushing past him in hordes and herds and he flowed with the movement of bodies until he found himself in the familiar confines of his classroom, Debbie Marshall still by his side. "How about coming over to my place after school?" he suggested. "We can talk about it then, ok?"
To his astonishment, the young girl's face suddenly took on an expression of near rapture as she almost mindlessly nodded her head in agreement. "Your house? Yes, I'll be there," she answered dreamily as if she had just been granted her three most fervent wishes by a miraculous genie. "I'll be there and then we can talk ... but don't worry, Don! Everything will be alright, you'll see!"
Debbie couldn't believe her luck! She had never ever been alone with Don Baker before, even though her dreams for the past several months had been full of nobody else but him. To her he was masculinity incarnate, the shining example of what a man should be but what most of the teenage boys made constant passes at her were not. A real man, a virile, muscular, fully developed man with dark curly hair and rugged, strong broad hands. She had often imagined him as a movie star ... or a popular singer ... he was handsome enough to be a movie or a rock star! As it was, all of her friends were jealous of the fact that he was going to be her step-father and she couldn't help flushing with pride every time she told someone how that sexy, handsome Mr. Baker was going to marry her Mom and then come and live in their house with them where she could see him every single day!
Don managed a smile of gratitude as Debbie stood there, basking in his appreciation for a moment. Then, suddenly, she mumbled something in an embarrassed undertone and hurried out of the classroom where Betsy and several of the other girls were waiting with broad, suggestive grins on their faces. Don heard the teasing tones of their girlish, clattering voices as they moved up the corridor, but he wasn't worried. Don felt sure that in this beautiful young thirteen year old girl, he had a strong and faithful ally who would help him win back the affections of his fiance, who would faultlessly explain to him what had happened between her mother and Mr. Grey so that he, Don, could figure out what to do. He knew now that he didn't want to lose Karen Marshall, but he had to know where he stood before he could formulate a plan of attack to recover her love for him.
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Don Baker had carefully arranged his schedule so that he left school on Friday afternoons actually an hour before the end of the school day, since he didn't have a class during the last period. And today of all days he wanted a little time to unwind, to sort out his thoughts, to relax and try to reconsider what he had seen in the newspaper and the conclusions he had jumped to as a result of that photograph. Particularly, he wanted to straighten out in his mind precisely what he was going to say to young Debbie when she came over.
After a couple of quick shots of brandy, Don undressed and stepped into the warm comfort of the shower. His mind kept darting back to last Sunday night at Karen's place when her naked body had been revealed to him for the first time in all its sumptuous beauty. Her skin, he recalled, was a smooth and soft as velvet and mentally now he let his hands roam over the softly curving hills and valleys of her voluptuous flesh. He warmly remembered the excitement of her hotly passionate kisses when her eagerly probing tongue had speared so deeply into his mouth and then his own tongue had explored the burning hollow up between her fleshy thighs, driving her mad and finally to orgasm with his gentle skills. The memory was so clear-he could almost feel his own hot breath bathing the sensitive pink bud of her clitoris and sense the ripple of exquisite pleasure that crashed through her naked body on the couch.
Already his cock was standing out stiffly from his hairy loins just thinking about the sensuous allure of her naked flesh and he stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around his masculine waist. He'd stretch out on the bed and relax for a while before Debbie came, that's what he'd do, he thought, glad that he had brought the brandy bottle with him into the bedroom. He took a long gulp of the fiery hot liquid directly from the bottle and then another before falling back onto the soft mattress and closing his eyes. He realized by now that he would probably be half drunk by the time Debbie arrived, but what the hell, he thought defiantly. He had a damned good reason to tie one on, anyway.
Still, as he lay there, his mind was haunted with images of his voluptuous young fiance making love to that disgusting John Grey. Hardly realizing what he was doing, Don's hand reached down along the masculine flesh of his body to the turgidly standing pole of his penis, still jutting up stiffly at the mere thought of the sensuously naked body of Karen Marshall. A crimson flush of excitement colored his face as his fingers first contacted that rigid pole and he allowed himself to surrender completely to the sensual, carnal needs simmering within his naked body. The damp towel lay beside him on the bed as his fingers began to slowly massage that erectly pulsing shaft of virile manflesh, and electrical shock of excitement crashing through his naked loins with each tender stroke.
Now the young man's breath began to come in ragged, panting spurts as his hand explored every inch of that rock-hard lance and he could feel his entire body shaking with the intensity of his growing passion. His excitement was mounting and building with ever increasing rapidity as his trembling fingers roughly grasped his massively thick organ and pumped heatedly along its corrugated flesh and his mouth opened in a sonorous moan of desire. Inflaming images of his last night with Karen began to flash through his mind like staccato frames of a silent film, inciting him to greater desperation as his hand stroked the fuel of his hotly burning cock.
"Oh, my darling Karen," he sighed as he imagined her slim hips arching up to meet his every downward plunge, as his hotly turgid cock stormed into the moist clasping channel of her cunt. In a frenzy of wanton lust now, his hand began to work faster and faster. He threw his hips upwards as he felt his hotly churning cum boiling in his balls, desperately building towards that dynamic explosion that would release his passion in a flooding tide of ecstasy. His dark curls framed his crimson-flushed face which was now contorted with the passionate efforts of his own lust as his passion-propelled hand drove him closer and closer to the brink of that glorious pinnacle of rapture.
Wailing with the intensity of his aroused passion, Don Baker imagined the skewering length of his turgidly excited cock plunging deeply, deeply, deeply into the soft-walled womb of his voluptuous blonde fiance, imagined the warm moisture of her clinging cunt bathing his rock-hard organ as he drove them both closer and closer to their body-devastating climaxes. It felt like every nerve-fiber of his naked young body was on fire as his buttocks slammed back onto the mattress while his hand continued its erotically stimulating work on his painfully aching penis. Straining madly towards his building climax, he heard his own low gasps of exquisite pleasure as his naked hips jerked ans his naked pole of phallic flesh quivered and lurched madly beneath his stroking hand. For a seeming eternity, he felt poised in the very precipice of a mind-searing climax and he worked ever more furiously, all the while dreaming of the luscious naked body of Karen Marshall and how his cock would feel as it slithered into her lust-lubricated cunt tomorrow night. He was almost there ... almost there ... any minute now....
Vaguely, like a distant rumble of thunder, Don Baker heard the front door slam. But it was several moments later when he realized what that door slamming meant.
Debbie!
He had just managed to cover his nakedly aching loins with the towel when he saw her standing in the doorway of his bedroom.
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CHAPTER THREE
Debbie Marshall walked from school towards Don baker's house as if in a dream. Her eyes saw the neat rows of houses passing by on her left and right but did not register their images as anything but vague, hazy blobs. It seemed to the thirteen year old that her feet were hardly touching the ground as they carried her down the straight, wide, tree-shaded streets of suburban Long Island towards the man of her dreams, the handsome young history teacher who was going to marry her mother.
She was somewhat concerned about what Don had said to her earlier that afternoon ... that Karen Marshall didn't love him any more. God, her mother must be crazy if she didn't! Don was the nicest, most handsome, most exciting man the inexperienced young girl had ever known and even if her mother didn't love him any more, she, Debbie, did! Every time the girl thought about the way his keen brown eyes seemed to smile so cheerfully ... the way he looked from the back when he walked down the school corridor on his virile, muscular legs ... the way his brown curly hair sometimes spilled down over the corner of his forehead ... every time the youngster thought about the older man at all it was with a deep sigh of infatuation and adoration. Here, in Don Baker, was a true man among men and her mother would have to be absolutely crazy to ever even think of giving him up!
At last she arrived at Don's small house at the corner of Oak and Elm Streets. She had passed this small white shingle house many times before, and although she had stared longingly at it for many long hours, she had never dared to ring the bell, had never dared to venture inside. And now she had been invited, actually invited by Don Baker himself because he wanted to talk to her! Yes, he actually wanted to ask her advice, to treat her just like another grown-up! It was all too exciting for words and Debbie noticed that her hand trembled as she reached out to ring the doorbell.
She heard the echo of the chime inside and waited patiently. But no Sne came. She knocked this time, loudly and continuously, but still Don didn't answer the door. Puzzled, the young girl turned the knob, found it unlocked, and entered the house. Silence. No-wait-there was some strange, moaning sound coming from the bedroom down the small, dark hallway! She walked slowly, her knees trembling beneath her, towards that strange and mysterious sound. It seemed to be Don's voice ... but it sounded so odd ... almost as if he were suffering ... what could be the matter?
Debbie arrived at last on the threshold of the bedroom doorway. What she saw, although for only one brief flash of a moment, caused her jaw to drop and her heart to pound furiously within her chest. There was Don Baker, sprawled out on his bed, thoroughly and completely naked, his muscles rippling beneath his skin, his turgidly throbbing cock jutting straight up into the air from his dark forest of pubic hair. The innocent youngster had never seen a male penis before, except in pictures, of course, and was completely awestruck by the enormous size of it. It looked more like a menacing cudgel than an instrument of pleasure and she couldn't imagine how such a mammoth organ could possibly slide into a woman's vagina without ripping her entire body in half! Still, she felt a distinct although strange tingling sensation tickling her loins, prickling like a thousand pin-pricks at her sweet womanly sanctuary there between her luscious young thighs.
An instant later Don had reached for the towel next to his naked body and covered his loins with it. He looked up, staring in bewilderment at the helpless youngster in the doorway. The brandy he had drunk, combined with the swirling sensuality still spiraling madly through his body, made it somewhat difficult for the young man to focus his attention and thoughts on the wide-eyed young girl standing in the doorway of his bedroom. How much had she seen? Probably nothing ... still, what could he say to her? What should he say?
Debbie simply stood still, her eyes downcast in obvious perplexity. Don wished he could crawl away, come back later, and start all over again. But he knew that was impossible.
"Debbie?" he intoned softly.
At the sound of his voice, the youngster looked up and met his eyes for the first time, her own eyes bright with some emotion that seemed to have rendered her temporarily speechless. She opened her mouth as if to speak several times, before she finally managed to stammer, "I ... rang the bell ... and knocked ... and I waited for a long time, Don, I really did! And then I just came in ... and I heard this strange noise ... like you were crying or something ... are you ok? Are you sick or something?"
Don couldn't help but smile at her youthful innocence. He was convinced now that she hadn't seen anything ... or that she hadn't understood at all if she had seen something. Still, he would have to offer some sort of explanation to the obviously shaken youngster about the noises she had heard....
The handsome young history teacher suddenly felt a quiver, an involuntary tremor deep in his loins, incited by the sight of this cherubic-looking innocent young girl. Her slender yet shapely girlish frame, standing so awkwardly in the doorway, seemed vaguely exciting, and he felt his cock jerk decidedly beneath the towel'....
"Yes, Pebbie, I'm ok. I'm not sick. I must have fallen asleep, that's all," he finally ventured with what he hoped would look like a broad smile. He tried to appear calm and nonchalant as he concluded, "I guess I was just having a bad dream. You have bad dreams sometimes, too, don't you, Debbie?"
"Y-yes," the girl replied hesitantly, sensing that there was still something wrong, something unexplained, some strange almost electrical charge to the atmosphere.
After all the months of restraining the raging depths of his sexual drive with Karen Marshall, Don had become rather adept at disguising his own feelings from others. Now, he hoped that the sweetly inexperienced young thirteen year old girl would not be able to see through his cool facade to the rampantly burning fires that were still blazing through his love-starved body. This was the first time, he realized, that he had ever been really alone with Karen's daughter and suddenly he felt a great affection for her. Still, he was concerned about the effect her presence in his bedroom was having on his sensually aroused but unsatisfied desires.
The blonde teenager stood at the foot of his double bed now, and Don could feel her warm, girlish closeness, her sweet youthful innocence and nervousness at being so close to the ruggedly handsome man who was going to be her step-father-and he suddenly realized that he was astutely studying her slender yet curvaceous young adolescent body with an interest that was far from fatherly!
Maybe it was because of her startling appearance in the bedroom doorway that had forced him to abandon his erotic stimulation of his love-hungry organ when all of his senses had been poised for that glorious release of orgasm, he rationalized slowly. And yet, he had to admit that there were striking and beautiful similarities between this virginal young teenage girl and her gorgeous mother. He felt his heart begin to pound within his hairy chest as he stared with lecherous fascination at the girl's slim young body that was already beginning to show the traces of sumptuous sensuality that she would develop fully within a few years. And her face, that oval, smooth-skinned face, looking so much like her mother's, framed with the same smoothly flowing blonde hair and punctuated with the same blazing blue eyes. He recalled how, only a few moments before, he had imagined his hard-driving cock storming into her mother's slippery, steaming cunt and suddenly realized that his vivid fantasies could easily be transferred from mother to daughter....
He struggled as he looked at her, aware that if he didn't get Debbie out of his bedroom, and soon, he might do something which he would sincerely regret later on!
"Why don't you go out to the kitchen and get yourself a Coke while I'm getting dressed?" he suggested gently, hoping that the tremulous excitement in his voice would not be noticed by the sweet young girl.
After she had gone, Don slipped on a robe, tied it around his slender masculine waist, and joined his teenage visitor in the living room. Sitting on the couch beside her ripening young body, he once again felt those forbidden sparks of lust which he could neither erase nor ignore and a sudden awkwardness sprang up between them. He dared not even look at her beautiful, youthful face and she, too, dared not look at him. Images of what she had just seen in the bedroom seemed to be crashing around in her brain. She smiled shyly, barely able even now to believe the scene she had encountered in the bedroom-his handsomely naked body writhing up and down, his strong hand wrapped around the long, stiffly erect pole of his penis, pumping it to even greater girth and length as he moaned and cried out his highly aroused passion.
She had been able to figure out what he was doing, having heard about such things from her girlfriends, especially from Betsy Gibbons. And she couldn't help but wonder why this handsomely exciting man would have to stroke himself for satisfaction when her voluptuously attractive mother was around! God, it was no wonder he was so upset! Oddly enough, this desperate situation didn't seem to worry her. Quite the contrary. His strange excitement seemed to be contagious, making the innocent young girl feel both nervous and energetic and lewdly excited for the first time in her young life! Of course, there had been boys at school, adolescents who had tried to touch her firm young breasts beneath her blouse or slide their awkward, searching hands up her creamy young thighs ... but Don was different. He was a man, a real man! She couldn't take her eyes off of him, especially the sight of his hair-covered thighs where they peeked out so excitingly from his robe as he sat beside her on the couch. She could almost feel the warmth radiating from his hairy, masculine loins and she thought, once again, that he was the most attractive and handsome man she had ever seen in her life, even more appealing than the sexiest Hollywood movie star!
Don felt the girl's appreciative gaze upon him and a galvanic rush of carnal arousal tingled within his loins, a trembling chill of delight flitting upward along his spine. He felt his own fragile resistance to the heated arousal in his still unsatisfied cock slowly beginning to crumble. He was touched by her concern, he was inspired by the beauty of her young body, and he was erotically aroused by the idea that a youngster like Debbie could be attracted to him
-a man old enough to be her father!
"You wanted to talk to me?" she said softly, breaking their awkward silence with her small voice, looking straight into his lust-glazed brown eyes.
Just the sound of her voice sent a new chill of desire cascading along the young man's spine. Ever since that night last week with Karen, Don had been readying himself for a complete and satisfying sexual experience. Now, suddenly, he knew that the time was right! No matter who this girl was, no matter that she was a virginal thirteen year old girl-now was the time! The brandy he had taken to calm his nerves had lulled him into what felt like a waking dream so that nothing could seem too outlandish or unreal to the sensuously aroused young teacher.
"Yes, I wanted to talk to you," he said in a low, husky voice. Smiling down at her, he looked directly into her eyes. "Debbie, do you know Mr. Grey?"
"Sure. He's Mom's boss," she answered, reluctantly tearing her gaze from his virile, provocative body to look into his face. She grimaced with disgust as she thought of that horrid man and added, "But I don't like him very much. I don't know how Mom can stand working for him, always pushing people around and acting like he owned the whole store!
"Debbie ... tell me ... does your mother feel the same way you do about him? I mean ... does she ... well, perhaps ... like him a little?"
"I don't know. I don't think she likes him very much but she has to be nice to him because he's her boss," the girl answered impatiently. And then, suddenly, the full weight of Don's meaning crashed down upon her and her eyes opened wide. Shaking her head slowly, she concluded, "I think ... well, she hasn't said anything like that to me. Did she say something to you?"
"That's just the trouble," Don answered, feeling now more confused than ever. "She hasn't exactly said anything ... but she has been working a lot of nights this past week ... and then there was the picture in today's newspaper...."
"Yeah, I saw that, too! That was really rotten! She never said anything to me about that promotion!" The compassion in the girl's face had now turned to blazing anger and she jumped up from the couch. "I'm going right down to the store now to find out what's going on! God, I've never known Mom to be so mean!"
"No! No ... don't go down there," Don cried, rising quickly to grab the girl's slender arm. Startled by the vehement sound of his own voice, he added more calmly, "No, please. Stay here with me. It won't do any good to confront her at the store. We'll talk to her ... tonight ... or tomorrow ... at home."
"Stay? Sure, Don, I'll stay as long as you like," the excited young girl responded eagerly.
Sitting down beside him, she whispered, "I'll do whatever you say. Because I think you're really the greatest!"
A new thrill of desire ran through Don's unsatisfied young body at the ardent sound of her sincere words. This beautiful, innocent youngster was once again declaring her affection for him and he felt oddly moved and deeply touched. He could feel a surge of excitement ripple through his cock beneath his robe in the pulsing torment of his rising desire.
Suddenly, the young man knew exactly what he was going to do. It was evil, wicked, forbidden-but he was going to do it anyway! The hell with conventional morals and strict code of ethics! Why not do what he really felt like doing for a change? He struggled briefly against the maddening impulse to rip the girl's clothing from her body ... but it was useless. He knew he wanted her and he knew that she felt the same way about him. The way her love-glazed eyes stared at him ... the way her trembling little hands touched his thigh right now ... God, it was insane, but it was real! Much too real to ignore! His conscience was buried now beneath his rampaging desire, beneath the uncontrollable passion that was blazing like wildfire within his long-neglected loins.
With a tremorous voice, he whispered, "I guess your mother just doesn't think I'm ... attractive ... you know, desirable."
The youthfully innocent young girl was dumbfounded. God, Don was the most attractive, handsome, dashingly virile man she had ever known! She felt as if she must be dreaming as his words echoed like banging thunderclaps in her reeling mind. She sat mute, unable to bring the words up from her suddenly parched throat, as her mother's fiance began to stroke her cheek gently, his smoky brown eyes glowing with some raging inner fire while it seemed to move closer and closer towards hers. She knew he was going to kiss her, right on the mouth like no one had ever done before, and her eyes closed in delighted expectation as she felt the first hard pressure of his moist lips upon hers!
"My God, you're a beautiful girl, Debbie," he whispered hotly, lifting his mouth from hers. "Really beautiful ... and it feel so good to kiss you!"
Debbie gulped, feeling a sudden and strange fire beginning to burn down between her luscious young thighs. Again, she struggled to speak but the words simply wouldn't come. She looked up at him, her passion blazing in her azure blue eyes, her lips parted sensuously, her body trembling with the force of the erotic sensations rippling madly through it. She could not remember a more exciting moment in her entire young life and she wanted it to go on forever!
For some reason that he didn't dare question, Don's eyes began to travel over the luscious lines of the thirteen year old girl's body. She was wearing a white blouse with a "vee" neck and he was sitting so that his gaze could easily devour the firmly ripening young breasts beneath where they struggled against the lacy confinement of her brassiere. They looked like twin peaks of smooth, soft pleasure jutting out so brazenly against her blouse and it was all he could do to refrain from reaching over to take one of those succulent little mounds in his eagerly hungry mouth! Letting his eyes wander further, he studied the smooth, velvety skin of her naked thighs where they peeked out from beneath her short skirt, thighs that were now inexplicably beginning to scissors open and closed as a crimson flush crossed the girl's face. It was when he looked at her beautiful young face that the thirty-four year old man knew that he was lost-dizzily, happily lost and floundering in the simmering currents of his rampant sexual desires that were beginning to leap like electrical sparks between their two bodies.
"Debbie ... I want you to trust me. Just trust me, ok? Can you do that?" he whispered softly, seductively down at her. "We'll forget about your Mom ... and no one will ever know ... if you'll just trust me, Debbie ... trust me...."
The inexperienced young virgin was so excited that she could hardly contain herself.
The things this dashingly handsome man was saying were simply more than her adolescent mind could comprehend! At first, she thought that the sexy older man must be teasing. But then, when she looked into his lust-blazing eyes, and then when he had kissed her so passionately on the mouth, she began to believe that all of her dreams and fantasies were about to come true. A quiver of fear trembled within her belly, mingling with the first tremors of a fiery lust, although she couldn't really distinguish one sensation from the other right now! She felt him pull her close, felt her small but firmly rounded young breasts pressed warmly into his chest like two soft pointed pillows.
His words seemed to float about her head like high clouds and she felt so excited that she could almost faint! "Trust me, Debbie ... and everything will be all right ... I won't hurt you ... we'll never hurt each other ... only trust me ... let me do divine and beautiful things to you ... teach you ... love you ... if only you'll trust me ... trust me ... believe in me...."
Debbie was almost out of her mind with disbelief at what was happening to her. Things this good only happened in movies and novels, never in real life! And yet, this magnificent man was making love to her! She could feel a strange moisture beginning to simmer and seep hotly from between her tightly clenched young thighs and she began to wonder again if all this was really happening at all! She had been so happy a few weeks ago when her mother had told her that Don was going to be her stepfather because he was so sexy and so handsome. Even the other girls at school, Betsy Gibbons especially, thought that Don was a really neat guy and the handsomest teacher around ... and now, here she was, on his couch beside him, and he was kissing her again!
The excited thirteen year-old girl felt a new thrill rush crazily through her aroused body as Don's wet, pointed tongue began to play teasingly over her soft, full lips, prying them apart, darting tantalizingly into her mouth. As if that weren't exciting and provocative enough, she suddenly felt his tremulous hand start to drift titillatingly down over her belly and then moving upwards towards the firm swells of her tempting young breasts!
Don relished the sweet torture of slowly slipping his hand along the lush contours of her ripening young body, exploring the flat plane of her lovely little belly as his hands slowly slid upward towards the succulent little mounds of her young breasts. He let his hand slide slowly, unbuttoning her blouse as it went along, still kissing her fervently, and he felt her trembling excitedly as his hotly searching hand drifted over her brassiere-protected breasts. He knew that he must be insane to go on with what he was doing, that this seduction of his fiancee's daughter was despicable and forbidden, but it simply didn't matter anymore. He couldn't have stopped himself and he no longer wanted to. There was only one obsession in his lust-crazed mind-to drive his hotly spearing love-organ into the warmly clasping virginal channel of this thirteen year-old girl's pretty pink pussy!
Debbie's entire body quivered and trembled with uncontrolable excitement as his hand first contacted the smooth, satiny flesh of her breasts beneath her flimsy little brassiere. A lightening-like jolt of arousal swept through her innocent young body as she saw him smile reassuringly at her, smothering her lips hotly with his own. Her brain became a simmering cauldron of newly discovered sexual desire as she eagerly returned his fervently passionate kiss while his fingers played around the crinkly pink nipple of her right breast, rolling it and teasing it into vibrantly throbbing hardness.
"Debbie ... you're such a beautiful girl ... really gorgeous," Don whispered hotly against her face as he slipped her light blouse back over her shoulders so that nothing stood between him and the nakedly pliant skin of her breasts except her lacy little brassiere. Now, as his hand reached down and slowly began to stroke her satiny, naked thigh beneath her skirt, he crooned softly close to her ear, "Do you like this? Does it make you feel good? You don't want me to stop, do you?" he gasped at last.
Debbie froze for one brief instant as she felt his hand take hers and push it down to where his turgidly pulsing cock lay beneath his robe. She heard him gasp at the wonderful, almost unbearable sensation of her slim young fingers encircling that painfully aching pole through the thin material of his robe. She had never held a man's cock in her hand before and a new and thrilling sensation of excitement raced through her already aroused young body and her whole body threatened to explode with frenetically passionate excitement. Wild shocks of eager passion went shooting through her virginal young loins as her seducer suddenly twisted, crushing the shamelessly aroused young girl's body down onto the soft cushions of the couch.
His trembling lips easily found hers once again, pressing against them with hotly urgent desire, then slipping down along the soft, velvety flesh of her throat to the full upstanding mounds of teenage flesh that bulged provocatively over her little lacy brassiere. His heart was beating and pounding within his hairy chest like jungle drums and he rasped for breath as he lifted himself up on his elbows above her prostrate form. He stared down at her passion-flushed face, at the tremulously quivering mounds of her melon-shaped young breasts, at the long smooth lines of her lovely legs for a long, breathless moment. He could feel the cum already churning hotly in his pendulously heavy balls and he knew that this girl wouldn't be a virgin for very much longer!
He was, by now, beyond all reason or regret. The thirty-four year old teacher was aware of nothing but the gloriously exciting sensations within his raging loins. Debbie, too, was beyond all control, reveling in the lurid and erotic sensations of warmth left behind by the older man's hungry lips and hands upon her willing and half-naked body. The lovely young girl stared glassy-eyed at the living room ceiling, her lushly sensual young body completely relaxed and resigned to its erotic fate as she waited for her mother's fiance's next move. She saw his eyes widening above her as they roamed at will over the lush contours of her willing young body and she wondered what magnificant and exciting events were in store for her that fateful afternoon.
Don smiled above her, appreciatively studying every line and curve of her lushly curved young body. He knew that this was an impossible situation, that after all these years of sexual restraint it was ludicrous to finally let himself go with the sensual daughter of his voluptuous fiance! Still, he knew he would go through with it, knew that he would have to satisfy his rampantly raging desire that had already inflamed every nerve-ending in his ruggedly masculine body. He was vaguely aware of his conscience warning him to stop, to run fast and far away from this wicked seduction of a thirteen year-old girl ... but he knew that he had long ago overpowered his conscience and would seek all the lust-inspired satisfaction he could get! Especially since this young girl was not only willing but panting and practically begging him to fuck her with her lust-clouded eyes!
Debbie could hardly bear her own excitement, either. She knew that it was evil and forbidden and terribly wrong to do what she was about to do-but she simply couldn't help herself! She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything or anyone in the whole world. Wanting to feel that thickly turgid cock slithering up into the virginal confines of her sweet vaginal vault, wanted to feel his hands and lips eagerly traveling over her naked flesh, exciting her beyond reason. Her sensual young body now was too aroused to pay attention to anything but its own mindless erotic demands and her soft, full lips opened invitingly, sweetly uttering words that would forever destroy her own youthful innocence and inexperience.
She could feel his hands working at her brassiere clasp even though her eyes were closed and then she heard him gasp. She opened her eyes to see him staring in mute fascination at her now naked upper body, at her beautifully waivering, upthrust young breasts now completely exposed to his burning gaze. Unable to control himself any longer in the presence of this maddeningly exciting young teenage girl, he reached out to pull at her skirt, until he had succeeded in sliding it down over her willingly uplifted hips. Next, his fingers slipped into the tight elastic waistband of her panties and she felt a new surge of lurid excitement as he slowly, tantilizingly, slipped the bikini panties down over the lush swelling flesh of her thighs so that now the flat plane of her smooth white belly was bared all the way down to the gently, blonde fleece mound of her enticing young pussy. His breath rasped excitedly while his eyes darted madly over her sensual nakedness, as though unable to believe the magnificant treasure they had just revealed.
"Oh Don ... Don...." the young girl stammered mindlessly, not knowing what she wanted to say, knowing only that the fires of her own lust seemed to burn like a forest fire through her loins. She lay still under him, her face radiating a glow of expectance and erotic anticipation as her older lover moved back a little to stare mutely down at her roundly pointed breasts with their crinkly-skinned, pink nipples thrusting provocatively up toward his feverishly excited eyes.
"My God ... Oh Debbie," he moaned and then suddenly his dark head dipped downward, his even white teeth fastening gently on the rosy upturned tip of her pillowy right breast. He heard her gasp with unexpected pleasure and she didn't try to squirm away from his hungrily nibbling teeth as his eager exploring hands roamed over her naked thighs and hips holding her firmly before him. His hungry lips passionately embraced the softly yielding, palpitating mounds, tonguing and kissing the warm vibrantly alive flesh that lay so willingly and provocatively beneath his inquiring mouth. There was no fear, he knew, within her tremulous body, only a desire perhaps as hotly burning as his own. Her flaring hips now began a slow and yet impatient writhing against the soft cushions of the couch as she felt a lewdly delightful twitch of glorious sensation deep in the fulcrum of her femininty nestled between her thighs.
"Yes, Don ... kiss me there ... touch me all over ... oohhh ... yes ... I trust you ... and I want you to kiss me and touch me ... and ... everything!" the lust-crazed young girl crooned lewdly as she willingly reached down to rub her fingertips over the swollen fleshy bulge beneath the thirty-four year old teacher's robe.
Don lifted his handsome face from the lush crevice between her sumptuous breasts, his hands moving up to tightly clasp those temptingly rising and falling mounds, and managed to nod his head vaguely in agreement. He could feel the fire in his loins burning even more hotly now, ignited by the sight of her creamy smooth breasts billowing out of his widespread fingers, rippling lewdly between them like waves of creamy custard.
"Debbie ... I'm going to fuck you now ... and it may be a little uncomfortable at first ... but I promise I won't hurt you ... I'll only make you feel good ... really good ... better than you've ever felt before ... ok?" he gasped. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Oooohhh ... yeeessssssss!" came the thirteen year-old girl's passionate reply. "Yes, Don ... fuck me ... I want you. ... want you to ... fuck me!" She was surprised at the lewd and obscene words that seemed to tumble so naturally from her lips. The very lewdness of them excited her even more until she knew that she had lost what little control she had ever had over what was occurring here in Don Baker's living room. She could feel the warm moisture seeping from her sizzling vagina to dampen the swollen, blonde-framed outer lips of her pussy and she pressed her long, smooth thighs close together to ease the burning sensation that was blazing out of control in her virginal cunt. Don's fiery kisses and maddening massage of her warmly smooth flesh were turning her entire body into a molten mass of quivering desire, filling her with a passion she had never even imagined possible before. A tiny mewling moan of prurient lust fell from her moistly open lips as the dark-haired teacher seized both of her rounded, throbbing breasts and squeezed them lustfully together like two softly billowing pillow. She saw the lascivious smile on his face as he watched the two turgid nipples meet and then his hotly hungry mouth eagerly enveloped them both.
Tiny stabbing pricklings of delicious sensation raced through the tips of them as he sucked voraciously at their hardened points. She could feel his hot breath moving smoothly over her throat as he raised up to lock his moist lips wildly against hers once again.
"Ooooohhhh ... Doooonnnnnn ... oh yes ... oh yes ... oh please ... take me, Don ... fuck me ... oooohhhh...." the delerious young girl cried mindlessly into his mouth. "Yeessssss! Fuck me! Get naked and fuck me, Don! Hurry!"
The thirteen year old girl was a captive of her own newly discovered lustful appetites, a slave to the overpowering surges of hotly burning longing that make her entire naked body ache to have him inside of her. There was nothing in her reeling mind now but sublime anticipation of the moment when he would thrust his virile shaft of manflesh deep into her hungry, virginal vagina. For the first time in her life she was going to know what it was like to be completely filled and fulfilled by the man of her dreams!
Debbie knew that she simply couldn't wait another moment longer, and she reached out to open his already partially opened robe. Maddening sensations of mind-blinding lust spiraled through her naked loins and into her smooth white belly as her mother's fiance lay beside her on the couch, his strong fingers greedily tracing the curves of her tingling young breasts with mounting and hungry passion. She tore his robe back over his strong shoulders and planted wet, moist kisses on his mature, hairy chest, tauting the little nipples of his masculine chest with her moist pink tongue tip.
"Ummmmmm ... uuuumm...." she moaned as her hands pulled open his robe so that her fingertips could trail downward over his convulsing belly and navel, brushingly teasingly along his skin until they reached the swollen bulge of his hot hard penis. Her excited blue eyes feasted on that marvelous instrument she had seen for such a brief moment before, reveling in the sight of his stiffly arching cock jutting out so straight and hard from his dark forest of pubic hair and his pendulously heavy balls dangling down between his muscle-rippling thighs. Her fingers tightened around that marvelous spear of pleasure, and she delighted in her first real touch of a man's penis. His throbbing shaft of vein-ribbed flesh jerked hotly against her inexperienced palm as she clenched her fist tightly around his eager hardness.
"I've ... I've never fucked before ... but I want to now! Yes, Don ... please fuck me now! Please! Now! I can't wait any longer! I want you inside of me, all of you, filling me up ... please!" the young girl screamed almost hysterically, her eyes ablaze with the fires of her excitedly heated passions.
"Yes ... yes, I'm going to fuck you ... I'm going to be good to you ... it's going to feel so good ... so good ... yes, Debbie ... yes," her thirty-four year old lover crooned hotly against her ear in reply. He had by this time forgotten completely about Karen, about everything in fact excpet the marvelously exciting feelings racing through his body as the thirteen year-old girl writhed nakedly beneath him. All of his former fears and inhibitions melted now in the heat of this newfound passion and every last shred of his usually diligent conscience was gone. His brain whirled as he heard the girl groan huskily while his hand slipped expertly down from her straining, lust-swollen breasts to trace the lovely full curves of her madly thrashing buttocks.
"Please Don ... please ... do it to me now ... I can't stand it anymore ... please, fuck me now!" the young girl cried shakily, her entire naked body quivering with the sublime intensity of lust.
The thrill of hearing herself actually say that one forbidden word sent a new lewd thrill through Debbie Marshall's naked body, and she reached out her arms to twine them tightly around her teacher's neck, pulling her virile hairy chest into the smooth whiteness of her rounded young breasts. Her hands drifted exploringly over his body, feeling his hard muscles beneath the smooth surface of his skin as she eagerly discovered every hollow and crevice of him. The young girl now felt his hands prying her thighs apart and she joyfully lifted her hips to meet the welcome weight of his mature body as he climbed knowingly between her wide-spalyed legs.
Don's handsome features seemed to swim before her lust-clouded eyes as she felt the aching hardness of his hotly pulsing penis jabbing anxiously into the soft sensitive flesh of her vaginal canyon before it slipped down to rest provocatively at the warm moist mouth of her cunt. The lurching head of his blood-stiffened cock pulsed maddeningly and tantalizingly against that welcoming mouth and the young girl felt a new shiver of quivering lust course through her naked flesh.
Smiling reassuringly down at the frantically anxious young girl, the dark-haired teacher reached down between them to guide the full length of his elongated, 'rock-hard penis to the precise spot of penetration there between the throbbing hair-lined lips of her eagerly waiting vagina. She closed her eyes now, clenching them tightly shut, luxuriating in the tremoring surges of lust that rippled through her loins and up to her smooth white belly as she waited in devine anticipation of the moment when that spearing rod of granite-hard flesh would enter her virginal vagina to make a real woman out of her!
Anxiously watching her face, Don pressed gently forward. Debbie gasped as she felt the first pressured contact of the bulbous cock-head against the sensitive edges of her wetly heated cunt. It was so wonderful, so magnificant! She was really going to be fucked by Don Baker, her idol, the paragon of masculinity!
"Yes, Don ... oh yes ... do it to me now! I can't wait ... another moment longer...." she panted breathlessly as she felt his pulsating hardness slowly pressing in against the tight elastic opening of her hungry virginal cunt.
Then, she gasped as she felt that lust-bloated pulsing cocktip slip in past the warm moist opening. It didn't hurt nearly as much as she had always thought it would. Quite the contrary, it simply felt a little strange as the stiffly swollen rod of manflesh moved into her slowly at first, spreading and stretching the virginal walls of her lubricated cunt, causing only a slight degree of minor pain. The girl winced a little at the sensation of acute pleasure mixed with slight discomfort as it seemed to slide forever hotly inside of her, filling her more beautifully and more completely than she had ever imagined possible!
Above her, Don was lost in the triumphant glory of conquering another virgin and his handsome young face slowly changed into a flushed mask of prurient lust as he looked down at the helplessly skewered young girl spread-eagled beneath him, the entire head of his raging hot penis buried within the pinkly pulsing lips of her vaginal mouth. The teacher now felt a sensation of infinite power and with a little cry of victory, he pressed forward again on Debbie's impaled young body. His weight now smashed her luscious young breasts tightly back against her chest as he thrust his hips forward to slide his lust-elongated pulsing cock deep into her heatedly twitching cunt. He reveled in the feeling of penetration into her tightly elastic cavern, his driving piston pushing the soft moist folds of her vaginal walls in rippling velvety waves before it were no cock had ever gone before. She groaned in shameless rapture as she felt his pendulously heavy testicles slam down against the cheeks of her tightly-clenched ass and the blunt head of his rigid organ prod roughly against her cervix!
He had done it! She was no longer a virgin!
"Ooooohhhhh ... yyeeessss...." the delighted young girl cried out feverishly as she kicked out into the air and locked her slender young arms and legs around the older man's naked body. The thrill of actually losing her virginity to the idol of all her dreams, to the handsomest teacher in the school, to the sexiest guy in town, made the girl's head swim with dizzying rapture; the inner muscles of her wetly clasping cunt tensed around his throbbing pole of manflesh as she succeeded in pulling his still further into her quivering belly.
"God ... you're so tight ... so wonderful ... oooohhhhh...." Don whimpered, thrusting his hips uncontrolably downward while the young girl held his cock firmly inside the warm moist channel of her convulsively milking pussy. Crazy shocks of electrical lust jolted through his groin every time he tightened her hot inner muscles around him and he wondered vaguely where she had learned to do that or whether she was instead doing it purely by instinct. If so, this hot young thirteen year old girl was a born lover, a girl born to fuck and he was just the man to give her a fucking she would never forget! His straining buttocks bucked madly up and down as he tried to bury still more of his lust-propelled rod of phallic flesh in the delicately moist walls of his stepdaughter-to-be! He propped his naked body up on his elbows and stared down between their bodies, panting heavily with unbridled lust as he watched his turgid shaft, shiny with her sweet cuntal juices, pisotning into the coral-hued slit of her delicious blonde-fringed cunt.
The sight of her firmly succulent young breasts joggling beneath his lust-flushed face, the rosy pointed tips like two pink eyes staring back up at him, was almost more than the impassioned young teacher could stand. His eyes bulged wider as she gazed with heated fervor at the ragged pink flanges of her pussy, the soft, fleshy folds drawing back with each outstroke he made, then swallowing in again as he gently thrust forward into her with smooth in-and-out rhythm he had established.
"Ummmmm ... how does it feel?" he moaned down at the nakedly writhing young girl beneath him.
"Oh ... so good ... so good ... ooohh ... aaaahhhhh...." the thirteen year-old blonde moaned in response as she felt the broad, fleshy base of his cock exquisitely massaging the erectly throbbing bud of her pinkly glistening clitoris. She was lost in a deluge of passion she never knew she possessed, flooding over her, submerging her completely beneath the warm waves of her own passion. To even remotely consider such an exciting sexual encounter would have been beyond the realm of her comprehension yesterday but now it was happening, really happening to her and she loved every devine minute of it!
Don, likewise, was completely lost to the hot demands of his own passionate nature. He knew that the seduction of his thirteen year old stepdaughter-to-be was a wicked and forbidden pillaging of her youthful innocence. But that simply didn't matter any more. Nothing mattered except hungry loins and he knew he wouldn't stop until he had satisfied that burning desire to its fullest. His eyes seemed to flutter deleriously as he pumped into her again and again, lost in the intensity of his wild, ever-mounting excitement as he plunged time after time into the warmly clenching cavern of her cunt.
Debbie now reached up to slip one hand around her thirty-four year old teacher's neck, pulling his face down to rest in the pillowy softness of her succulent young breasts, sensing that he was about to achieve his dynamic explosion very soon. Later, when she thought about it, she didn't know how she knew that his climax was rapidly approaching since she had never let anyone even get his hands into her panties before must less his cock into the warm womanly confines of her cunt! But she knew. And she wanted him to reach the highest pinnacle of ecstasy within her youthful, tightly clasping cunt and she ground her hips in tight little circles to take in ever more of his lustfully elongated length of pulsing manflesh.
The lust-inspired teacher labored over her, breaking now into an excited series of longer, faster, deeper plunging strokes. His madly throbbing rod of flesh pulled almost all the way out of her heatedly clutching vagina on the back-stroke, then tunneled back into her until he could feel the blood-bloated tip of his cock crashing against the spongy resistance of her cervix deep inside. He felt her begin to thrash insanely beneath his naked body, and her provocative writhings made him forget everything in the world except the whirlpool of animal lust that had taken control of his virile, mature body. The wet, flat smack of his strong hips thudding against her uptured pelvis resounded loudly through his ears and he dazedly turned his head to take one of her erectly throbbing nipples into his mouth and suck hungrily on its rosy hardness. His hands slipped down between the couch cushions and the pliant white cheeks of luscious ass, and he cupped them in his strong white cheeks of her luscious ass, and he cupped them in his strong young fingers and palms, kneading the succulent warm flesh in rapturous delight as he felt his sperm start to boil deep in his hotly churning testicles.
The abandoned young teenager moaned ceaselessly as her face contorted into a crimson-flushed mask of prurient lust. She was growing more and more aroused with each passing moment as the handsome teacher's long stiff cock stroked harder and harder into her heatedly clasping cuntal channel. The guttural sounds of their animalistic moans and groans and whimpers mingled with the noises of Don's virile shaft of manflesh pounding in and out of the blonde teenager's eagerly sucking vagina and seemed to reverberate around the room.
Suddenly, the young girl gasped as she felt the hotly pulsing pole of flesh begin to flex and palpitate deep within her quivering young belly. The hard, rubbery head seemed to flare out until she was afraid it might tear a hole in her belly! It took a moment before the lust-abandoned young blonde realized that her olde; love was about to cum, to explode his creamy load deep into her sperm-hungry pussy. The lewd thought of experiencing her first eruption of cum jetting inside of her made her shiver with forbidden delight. Her hands automatically darted down to grasp his driving buttocks, pulling him as far as she could into her willing welcoming loins. At the same time, she felt her own never before experienced climax coming on with the overpowering force of a devastating tidal wave, and she frantically waved her undulating ass obscenely from side to side in the air, spiraling her warmly excited cunt up and down on his burrowing, hotly-expanding cock.
Suddenly, she felt as if she had lost all control over her madly quivering nakedness. A spiraling spasm shook her naked body from head to toe and a hot flame of exploding desire seemed to engulf her very soul.
She was cumming! For the very first time in her entire thriteen years, she was experiencing a mind-blinding orgasm!
"Oh God ... Don ... I'm ... cumming ... cumming ... cuuummmmiiing! I'm cuuuuummmmming!"
Her breathless cry of passion rose to a strangled whine of pure ecstasy as her lushly naked body stiffened and began to vibrate insanely, her own lust-encited creamy white juices oozing from her quivering channel, drowning Don's rigidly impaling organ, in its sticKy sweet warmtn. Sne had never dreamed of such an exquisitely ecstatic experience and she let herself go completely to the mindless passion of her erotically exciting orgasm.
The dark-haired teacher paused for a moment above her, astounded by the beautiful young girl's sudden and vibrant convulsions but then, as she finally gasped out the last of her madly spasming first orgasm, the older man felt himself lose all control of his own hotly burning passion. Frantically, he heaved his hard pelvis down against her, fucking his wildly exploding cock all the way to its hairy hilt in the hotly contracting depths of her clinging young pussy. With a rush that took his breath away, Don felt his boiling sperm erupt deep up into the gorgeous young teenager's wide-stretched, almost hairless little pussy-hold, mixing deliriously with the churning hot juices of her own heated cumming.
Wave after wave of fire-filled ecstasy roared through Debbie's nakedly convulsing body as she felt the first explosion of a man inside of her. Her naked body tingled madly with exquisite sensations of fiery pleasure as she felt the hot, creamy liquid streaming deep inside of her, filling her virginal cunt to overflowing with its warm, sticky wetness. The never before expanded walls of her womanly womb clenched and unclenched greedily around it, desperately sucking at the older man's jerking organ like a baby's hungrily sucking mouth. Warm white juices flowed lasciviously down around the teacher's still-lurching prick and dribbled down into the soft, wildly tensing canyon of her buttocks, washing over his emptying balls and the broad base of his virile manflesh as he tried to sink it even deeper into the young girl's hungrily moving belly. Brilliant pinwheels of light exploded in the sensuous young blonde's lust-dazzled mind as she panted out the seemingly endless orgasm, her lushly naked young body quivering and shaking still with the incredible intensity of her passion.
"Oooooohhh ... Don ... ooohhhhhhhh Daddy ... uuuummmmm...." the young girl sighed contentedly as, at last, the panting man fell exhausted across her naked body. He sighed as he felt the velvety walls of her still-clinging vagina rippling excitedly around his rapidly deflating organ still buried there. After several breathless minutes, Debbie, too, quivered to stillness, her long young legs collapsing like limp spaghetti on either side of his naked torso as the older man's tight grip on the tenderly yielding flesh of her rounded ass-cheeks slowly relaxed and finally let go completely. The young girl's body felt drained of everything, of all energy, of all feeling, of all strength as she moved weakly beneath the heavy weight of the thirty-four year old man, feeling her warm buttocks slide on the slippery excess of passion-inspired juices that had overflowed from her passion-ravaged pussy and puddled onto the couch below.
Don slowly and reluctantly lifted himself off of her satiated naked body and heard her breathe thickly to fill her lungs with much-needed air. The young blonde girl moaned softly as she felt Don's now limp penis pull slowly from her still twitching cunt. She sighed with the warm afterglow of her successful first sexual encounter and felt the cool air of the room wafting over her sweat-soaked nakedness as she stared with undisguised adoration at her mother's fiance.
"Well?" Don inquired, very pleased with himself and elated at his own sexual success. "How was it? How do you feel, Debbie?"
"Oh Jeepers Don," she began breathlessly, "that was just ... the most thrilling ... the most fab ... exciting ... experience I've ever known! It was ... spectacular! It really was!" And then a slightly worried frown crossed her forehead and she looked away from her thirty-four year old lover as she asked with a soft, coy voice, "Don ... was I ok? I mean, did I do it right?"
"Don't worry, Debbie," he reassured her with a vivid smile, his brown eyes still misty in the aftermath of his unbelievable ecstasy. "You were fine ... just fine ... splendid, in fact!"
"Oh Don, I'm so glad! I was so afraid...."
"Listen, baby, you were sensational. And I wouldn't say that if it wasn't true!" he laughed. "In fact," he added, his tone becoming deeper and more serious, "I want you to know that ... well, that I'd like you to come back tomorrow ... and the next day, too-whenever you like! You're a real woman now, Debbie, a real woman."
The amazed thirteen year old blonde could hardly believe her ears! Don had called her a "real woman!" And he wanted her to come back! He wanted to repeat the glories they had enjoyed together that afternoon with her over and over again! It felt as if she had suddenly awakened from a brightly promising, wildly exciting dream-to find out that it wasn't a dream at all but the real thing! He really wanted her, thirteen year old Debbie Marshall, to be his girlfriend and lover! Wow!
"Oh Don!" she cried breathlessly, her blue eyes blazing with pleasure and pride. "I don't want to leave you ever! I just want to stay right here with you forever!"
Her dark-haired teacher laughed. "Well, you'll have to go home for supper or Karen will become pretty worried!"
"But that's hours and hours away! Couldn't we do it again before I go? Please? Couldn't we ... fuck ... again?"
Her enthusiasm and childish candor touched the very source of the older man's soul. She was such a beautiful child, and still, despite this experience, so innocent! Destroying her virginity must have been a wicked and sinful thing to do ... but, he reasoned, it would have happened sooner or later-probably sooner-and it was much better for her to lose that precious commodity to someone who genuinely cared about her rather than to some insensitive lout of inexperienced young teenage boy! Yes, in a way Don Baker had actually done the girl a favor....
"Listen, Debbie, I'll tell you what," the teacher smiled, thinking that he was now going to teach her some things she could never learn in school! "You can stay for a while longer. But instead of doing the same thing, I'll teach you something different, ok? Trust me, Debbie, just trust me."
"Oh, I do, I do trust you, Don! Oh wow!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Don Baker sat smoking a cigarette in his dimly lit living room just after Debbie Marshall had left. His mind was still reeling from the dizzying pleasures of their first sexual adventure together, with images of her smoothly rounded young breasts glistening with the sweat of her exertions mingling with pictures of her blonde-fringed cunt eagerly sucking in all of his turgidly throbbing cock until they had both reached the convulsive height of supreme rapture and exploded their hotly flowing orgasmic juices at the very pinnacle of their ecstasy.
Or had it all been simply a dream?
No, it had been real enough. Very real indeed. Too real, perhaps.
Suddenly, the thirty-four year old junior high school teacher began to feel the first spasms of conscience filtering into his brandy-clouded brain. Debbie was, after all, little more than a child. And Karen's child at that. What would she ever do if she found out that her fiance had seduced her thirteen year old daughter and had succeeded in destroying her precious virginity? Would Karen ever be able to understand that the strain of holding back his fervent passions had simply proven too much for him, that his raging jealousy and the brandy had combined to drive him completely out of his mind with anger and passion when he had suspected that she herself had been unfaithful to him?
But ... had she really been unfaithful? Or had it simply been a matter of his own vivid imagination? What if ... oh, no! What if ... he had been wrong all along about Karen and John Grey? What if he had been all wrong from the very beginning-then she would almost certainly never forgive him!
Don took a long, deep drag from his cigarette, then stubbed it out quickly in the ashtray. Drawing his robe tightly around his lust-satiated body, he dove across the room towards the telephone. Karen would still be at work for another hour ... he had to talk to her, had to see her that very night!
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Karen Marshall sat at her desk, concentrating on a list of inventory figures which had just come to her attention. It had been a long and grueling day, especially after that tedious, two hour-long conference with John Grey during which he said little and did nothing except stare gluttonously at the voluptuous contours of her shapely young body. Glancing at her watch, she smiled and sighed with satisfaction. In less than an hour her long, tiring day would be over. She could go home, relax in the tub, enjoy a leisurely drink ... and think about the following evening with her beloved Don Baker.
Just then John Grey entered her office, disrupting her peaceful tranquility as he loudly slammed the door closed behind him. Smiling lecherously, he slipped into a chair next to her desk and reached out with his hot hand to touch her gently on her stocking-clad thigh where it emerged so provocatively from the short skirt of her hip-hugging dress.
The lovely young blonde's face wore a long suffering expression as she watched the wretched-looking man rearrange himself in the chair, his hand digging deeply into the pliantly soft skin of her thigh. She could see him openly staring at the dark, deep cleavage between her luscious full breasts and she felt the hot electrical sparks of desire shooting out from his eyes. It was almost as if he were about to reach out and grab one of those firmly rounded breasts and she felt a shiver of dread racing up her spine.
"Are you sure you won't come out to dinner with me?" he asked in a husky, rasping voice, his fingers digging now deeper into the softly yielding flesh of her stocking-protected thigh, as he stared with grim determination directly into her azure-blue eyes.
"Look, I told you," she said without trying to hide her exasperation. "I've got to get home. I've got a thirteen year-old girl, you know, who has to eat and be taken care of."
"You're sure it's not that man I saw you with last week who needs taking care of?" he said, a jealous grin spreading across his evil-looking face.
Karen sighed. What difference did it make now if John Grey knew about Don, knew that she loved him and that they were going to be married in just a few months? She had successfully avoided telling John about Don up to now purely for selfish reasons-but now that she had officially secured the promotion, John Grey had nothing to hold over her head, no hold on her to force her to succumb to his wishes. Not that he had ever had that strong a hold on her ... she had never actually given in to his continual demands and lewd suggestions....
Still she knew that she still needed his support, that his reports on her progress would be going to the top management people and that, to a degree, her future success still depended partly on John Grey. The reports of the buyers she would be working directly under would probably weigh most heavily ... but she wasn't ready to alienate John Grey just yet. Once she was safely married, he would probably leave her alone. In fact, in all likelihood he would ignore her completely once she wore that precious gold band, as if she didn't exist in his world and never had. God, what a relief that would be!
"Yes, I'm sure it's not that man," she answered finally. "I've told you, Mr. Grey, that I have a little girl who I don't spend nearly enough time with as it is!" she said, a tinge of impatience in her voice as she realized that she was taking much needed time from her work for this idle chatter and that if she didn't get back to the inventory figures soon, she would end working overtime again tonight! "And if you don't mind, I'd like to get finished with this work now so I can get home to her!"
"You're so conscientious, Karen darling," he chuckled. Then, suddenly, all of the wicked humor left his face and he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing to tiny little slits within his face. "You know, I wouldn't persist like this, except that you are so remarkably attractive, my dear. One might even say 'voluptuous' would be a more appropriate word. And, frankly, I think you ought to be ... well, grateful ... to me for all that I've done for you here at the store. You know what I mean, Karen dear. I'm going to feel quite insulted if I find out that the fellow I saw you with last week is more than ... shall we say, a casual acquaintance!"
The sensuous young blonde felt another shiver of dread creeping along her spine as she stared steadfastly back into his beady, narrowed eye-slits. No, he wasn't playing games. He meant every word that he said. He could no doubt make her situation here at the store a very difficult one if he chose to do so but despite his powerful position, the shapely blonde had no desire to play around behind Don's back, and especially not with John Grey!
"Look, Mr. Grey," she said impatiently, "I appreciate the fact that you find me attractive-'voluptuous', if you will-but you know I have a little girl because you've seen her in the store many times." Here she paused, took a deep breath, her fingers clutched tightly and nervously around a pencil, and then continued. "And I'm not a full-time mother to her as it is. We hardly have any time together at all. So what little time we do have is very precious to me. Can't you understand that?"
But before John Grey could answer, the telephone rang. Karen looked uncertainly at it, wondering who would be calling her at this late hour of the afternoon. She let it ring almost half a dozen times, determined not to answer it, but then, thinking it might be Debbie, she began to reach for it.
"That's right. Answer it, Karen. It just might be your precious little girl, you know. Wouldn't want to disappoint the little dear, now would we?"
Anger flushing her beautiful young face, Karen Marshall picked up the receiver.
"Hello? Karen Marshall here."
"Hi Karen," Don's voice came smoothly across the wire. "Karen, listen to me, I've just got to talk to you. It's really important, Karen" The sensuous blonde felt her breath catch in her throat at the first sound of his familiar deep voice. She. could see John Grey staring at her with blazing curiosity and she felt as if she could actually feel his gaze burning into her skin. "Yes, of course. I understand. But I'll have to look up that information and call you back later," she said with a business-like tone, hoping that Don would somehow understand that she just couldn't talk to him at that moment and that she would call him back as soon as she could. She was really sorry now that she hadn't told Don the whole truth about John Grey before, about how lecherously he always hovered over her ... but it was too late to tell him now!
Karen could hear Don sigh deeply into the telephone. "You're with that John Grey, I guess. Well, Karen, that's just what I want to talk to you about. You know I wouldn't bother you like this if it wasn't really important, urgent, in fact. Karen, I-"
Fine. That will be just fine. I'll have that ready for you first thing in the morning," the sumptuous blonde interrupted him, praying that the ridiculous response would explain everything to him. She wondered vaguely what Don meant by wanting to talk to her about John Grey ... but she would worry about that later. Right now she had to get off the telephone.
"Yes, first thing in the morning without fail."
"Please, Karen, please listen to me! Please! I love you, Karen, but...."
"Yes, I'm sure you do. First thing in the morning, then, Good-bye now," she said and then replaced the receiver in its cradle. Poor Don, he really did seem quite upset and exasperated with her. What could possibly have done that to him? Smiling lamely at John Grey, she continued, "Just the stock clerk about this inventory report. So I'd better get to work on it, if you'll excuse me."
* * *
Debbie Marshall walked down the street, away from Don Baker's house and towards her own, as if in a dream. Her mind was cluttered with images of his naked thirty-four year old body above hers, his thickly elongated cock storming into the warmly welcoming channel of her cunt as if it had been made to do nothing else. He had wanted her and she had given herself to him completely, to the most handsome, wonderful man in the world!
She had reached the corner less than half a block from her house when she saw Betsy Gibbons walking down the sidewalk towards her. Her heart sank down to her knees. There was no way to avoid Betsy, no way to hurry up to her own house and race securely inside before reaching Betsy and her almost knowing, leering grin. Betsy was fourteen and always thought she knew everything but Debbie knew a little something now, too!
"Hi, Debbie. What's new?" her friend asked with feigned nonchalance. Debbie fought the urge to straighten her dress and her hair, forced herself not to make any overt sigh that she had so recently left her virginity on the handsome teacher's couch in his living room. She tried to wear a casual, childish smile as she replied, "Not much."
"Really?" the sensuous redhead said, a hint of knowing humor sparkling in her green eyes. "I've been calling you all afternoon and didn't get any answer. Where've you been?"
Debbie gulped, her heartbeat beginning already to race as her guilty conscience spun madly within her mind. She could feel the blood rushing to her face as she smiled lamely at her friend. She knew that Betsy had a crush on Don Baker, that she said she would do anything to get into his bed. She probably wouldn't believe Debbie had actually succeeded in doing just that! She would simply laugh and call her a liar and make all kinds of snide remarks about how Debbie's body hadn't really matured yet and all that ridiculous nonsense.
"Well, I had some errands to do for my mother," Debbie began nervously, "that's all. Just some stupid stuff that Mom asked me to do."
"Yeah? Like what?"
Again, the thirteen year old gulped, as if trying to swallow her nervousness. "Oh, well ... I had to stop by and give some things from the store to Mr. Baker-he's engaged to my Mom, you know. And then I had to take some stuff to the cleaners ... and...."
"Oh! Mr. Baker! Well, that must have been interesting!"
Debbie looked angrily at her friend. She had no right to be so snide about Don Baker! Just because she had a crush on him, just because she wanted to enjoy with him all the exciting sexual adventures that Debbie had enjoyed that afternoon and Don wouldn't have anything to do with her, that didn't give her the right to act so damned prissy every time his name was mentioned! She could feel a heated moisture already seeping from between her sensuous young thighs at the very thought of getting into bed with him again tomorrow, both of them once again completely naked and so she avoided looking directly into Betsy Gibbons eyes.
"Well ... he and Mom are gonna be married, you know!"
"Sure. Well, listen, what I really wanted to ask you was if you still wanted to go bowling with us tomorrow afternoon," her redheaded friend replied wearily, as if Debbie's attitude towards the handsome young teacher was just too childish for words.
"Uh ... well, no, I can't," the young blonde answered, hoping that the tremor in her voice wouldn't be noticed. "Not tomorrow."
"Why not? Got a date?" her friend asked mockingly.
Debbie's face immediately brightened. She did have a date-with Don Baker! Of course, she couldn't tell Betsy who the date was with, but....
"Yes. I do have a date!" Debbie said proudly, a creeping sensation of discomfort and awkwardness suddenly invading her senses. She wasn't quite sure why she was beginning to feel so clumsy and uncomfortable and she turned away to walk the half a block to her house to avoid it.
"Oh yeah? A mystery man? Haven't seen you around with anyone lately. Except Johnny Mathews. You don't have a date with that ugly little guy, do you?"
"No! And I'm going home now, if you don't mind!" Debbie spat back, hoping she could get safely indoors before she had to answer any more embarrassing questions. Just as she had reached the house, she heard her fourteen year old friend call out.
"Well, if he's got any cute friends, save one for me!"
* * *
CHAPTER FIVE
Don Baker luxuriated in the soothing warm spraying water of his shower early the following morning. He had arisen just shortly after the sun, had put on his sweat pants and jacket for a nice, refreshing jog around the neighborhood in the stillness of the cold winter morning. Feeling completely refreshed and invigorated now, he soaped his virile, muscular young body from head to toe and reflected on what had happened in his own living room only the afternoon before with the thirteen year old daughter of his voluptuous fiance, Karen Marshall.
He was both glad and sorry that Debbie Marshall had so willingly surrendered her virginity to him. Glad because now he knew the true and undeniable depths of his own sexual appetites, and knew, too that it would be futile to try to deny them any longer. He was a normal, healthy thirty-four year old man with natural, although powerful, sex drives and now that he had accepted that fact, it seemed like a great burden had been lifted from his strong young shoulders. Karen had been right all along
-they didn't have to be married to enjoy the sensual fruits of each other's bodies, as long as they knew that they loved each other and would go on loving each other no matter what.
But would Karen be able to continue loving him after she found out what had happened between him and her beautiful blonde daughter? That was what Don Baker was sorry about. Debbie was, after all was said and done, merely a child with the sensually developing body of a gorgeous woman. But, still a child, he admonished himself as he recalled the erotically exciting events of yesterday afternoon. The next question, of course, was: what was he going to do about it?
He would, he mused, certainly have to do something. But what? Debbie would surely come over that afternoon, since he had expressly asked her to do so before she left yesterday. He could see that he would have to find some way to handle that situation ... and he had to do something about Karen, too. If he ever told her everything he had done with her young teenage daughter, would she ever be able to forgive him? Or would he, instead, lose the one woman he had learned to care for ever since his wife had left him seven years before? Would Karen be able to comprehend what he wasn't sure he understood himself? Could she possibly understand that a strange and powerful demon had seized control of his mind and body, that the man who had performed all of those sexual gymnastics with her daughter yesterday afternoon was half-drunk and not really himself at all but merely the monster created by the supression of his own natural instincts and desires?
Perhaps. Perhaps she would understand, he thought as he stepped out of the shower and began to towel himself dry. But that still left the problem of what to say to Debbie when she came over that afternoon as she certainly would. It would be difficult to tell the sensitive teenager that he really loved her mother and couldn't therefore, continue with the realtionship they had established so obscenely yesterday afternoon. He knew how much the girl liked him and admired him and perhaps he could even convince her to keep this whole affair a secret just between the two of them....
Yes, there was no question that Debbie was her mother's daughter in more than looks. Both shared the same hot-blooded, unquenchable passion for lust to an astonishing degree, Don mused as he sat in the kitchen huddled over a cup of coffee, having dressed in a pair of slacks and a white, polo-neck sweater. Debbie had been completely innocent and virginal yesterday, and yet somehow, some peculiar instinct had showed her exactly what was expected and needed of her ... how to touch and how to excite the most vulnerable and sensitive areas of his strong young body and even how to contract her elastic vaginal muscles tightly and hotly around the driving length of his impaling spear until they both exploded into one of the most mind-bending orgasms he could ever remember witnessing or feeling.
The thirty-four year old teacher felt a deep sense of regret now that he hadn't given in to Karen's sexual demands before the other night when he had failed her so miserably. He alone had been responsible for both of them losing what might have been a beautiful and breath-taking experience and his expression saddened as he thought of all the magnificent nights and days they could have spent nakedly entwined within each other's arms.
Then, suddenly, Don straightened up over the table, a steel-hard look of determination dawning in his bright brown eyes. No, he wasn't going to lose that woman! He would go over there, right now, and talk to her ... explain to her ... plead with her ... beg her forgiveness ... do whatever was necessary to convince her that he loved her deeply no matter what had happened yesterday. She was a woman of strong sexual appetites-she would certainly be able to understand his and to appreciate the strain of suppressing those natural human drives! Yes, he would go over there right away, knock on the door, catch her before she went to work, and have it out with her right then and there!
He grabbed his heavy winter coat and slammed the door behind him.
* * *
Debbie Marshall was glad her mother had gone to work early that Saturday morning. She welcomed the time alone, the time to reflect and to recall the marvelously exciting events of yesterday afternoon with Don Baker. She was afraid that her excitement and pleasure would be too easily discernible and that her mother would ask her why she was so deliriously happy. And, of course, she couldn't very well tell her mother that she had been magically and marvelously seduced by her own fiance! The girl would have had to make up a lie of some sort ... and mothers could always somehow distinguish between a lie and the truth.
Now, alone with her thoughts and her morning orange juice and cereal, the thirteen year old girl stared out the kitchen window at the ice hanging from the branches of the trees, and although her eyes were focused on those grey branches, her mind was focused on yesterday afternoon. She vividly remembered the excitement of the older teacher's warm hands eagerly exploring the luscious curves of her naked flesh. She had wanted him so desperately then-and she wanted him desperately still! Yes, she wanted his virile naked body next to hers, wanted him to fill her belly with his creamy hot cum over and over again until they both fainted away from sheer exhaustion!
The teenager's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the front door. Glancing quickly at the kitchen clock, which read eleven-thirty, she wondered who it could be. She wasn't expecting anyone ... she had told Betsy that she couldn't go bowling this afternoon so it couldn't be any of her girl friends. Besides, they didn't go bowling until at least noon, often later. So who could it be knocking at the door right now?
Debbie's heart lept up into her throat when she saw Don Baker standing on the threshold. As soon as she saw his cold-flushed face and closed the door behind him, she threw her arms around his strong thick neck and pulled him close against her. Her smooth young lush lips found his and pressed tightly against his chilled mouth in a passionately heated kiss that made her body quiver with fervent desire. When she finally released him, the young girl stared up at him almost reverently, adoringly, marveling at the handsome features of his rugged young face.
"God, I wasn't expecting you!" she cried excitedly, breathless from the surprise and excitement of seeing him again. "But I've been thinking about us all night long! And I can't wait, Don, to let you do my pussy again!"
Surprised by the ardor of her greeting, Don walked, uneasy and obviously disturbed, into the living room and took off his coat, throwing it over a rack in the hallway as he passed by. He could feel that insane, lust-inspired hunger once again creeping into his now rising cock but he hadn't really come for that and so he must ignore the bulging sign of his lust.
"L-listen, Debbie, I ... well, I really came to see your Mom," he stammered, feeling suddenly much older and much wearier than he had felt in a long time. How on earth could he explain to this trusting, happy youngster that it was really her mother he loved, that they would never again be able to enjoy those marvelous heights of rapture they had discovered together only yesterday afternoon? For a moment, for one brief instant, the thirty-four year old teacher was tempted to simply allow himself one more time, one more exquisite moment of bliss, before telling this innocent young girl....
No, that would never do. He must see Karen, and right away, before he lost control again, before that demon of long-suppressed lust inside of him destroyed all of his self-control.
"I really have to see Karen, Debbie. I have to talk to her ... I have to ... to...." Suddenly, the teacher was at a loss for words.
"Didn't I ... didn't I do it right, Don? Didn't you like it yesterday?" the young girl replied, a single tear beginning to drip down her lovely cheek.
"Of course I like it and you were fine, just great," he answered reassuringly, grasping her slender young shoulder with his powerful broad hand. "In fact, I could hardly believe that was the first time you ever did it!"
"Oh it was, it was! Oh Don, it was ... wonderful!"
Don looked away. He simply couldn't continue watching those trusting, loving blue eyes gazing at him with such fascinated adoration and hero-worship. He had come over to talk to Karen, to find out the truth about her relationship with this John Grey, to try to salvage the warm and loving relationship he and Karen had built up over the past several months. He really did love her and he really did want to marry her and he wasn't going to let her slip through his fingers without a damned good fight!
"Debbie, where is your Mom?" he said firmly. "I really do have to talk to her. It's very important."
"She's not here," the girl responded, sulking.
"Not here? I thought she didn't go to work until one o'clock today?"
"She went in early."
"Why?"
"I don't know," the girl snapped angrily. "She just did! And I don't know what time she'll be home, either!"
Don looked away again, this time in exasperation. He couldn't help but see the pain in the girl's beautiful young face and although he felt sorry for her, he knew her feelings for him were mere adolescent infatuation and that she would easily get over it in time-probably within a matter of a few hours! If he lied and told her she had been a terrible love partner, she would probably be too ashamed to ever make any provocative suggestions to him again. But then, on the other hand, he always believed that honesty was the best policy and that it would be better for the girl to know and learn to accept the simple, unvarnished truth.
"Look, Debbie," he began slowly, "it was all a mistake. My mistake, it wasn't your fault." He paused, studying her reaction, hoping that she would understand his feelings as well as his words. "I was very upset yesterday ... I was more than a little drunk ... and I was wrong. I should never have done what I did. You're much too young, Debbie ... and besides that, I love your mother and I want to marry her. Can you understand all that?"
Unbearable pain registered in the young girl's lovely sky-blue eyes as she stared mutely up at her teacher-idol. She felt as if her head were swimming in an impenetrable fog, as if her knees had turned to rubber, as if a powerful earthquake was shuddering through her belly. Suddenly, she flung herself against him, torrent of tears pouring down her flushed young face, her arms convulsively clasping around his neck, her body wracked with chest-heaving sobs. He tried to comfort her, holding her close and tight in his powerful arms, letting his hands trace the smooth flowing mane of her hair, whispering soothing words into her ear.
Later on, he wouldn't be able to describe exactly what happened. Nor could Debbie. The next thing the handsome young teacher knew, her lips were softly, moistly pressing against his once again. He could feel her roundly firm breasts beneath her bathrobe pressing against his lower chest and she could feel the bulging instrument of pleasure pulsing hotly through his trousers against the smooth skin of her thighs. His tongue suddenly darted like a flickering flame into her mouth, pushing past her even white teeth into the warmly welcoming cavern of her mouth. Her tongue then shot past his into the moisture of his mouth and they exchanged a fiery, passion-heated kiss that lasted for several long moments.
Don felt a electrical shock of excitement raching through his hotly boiling blood as her fingers first contacted his swollen, throbbing organ over his trousers and he couldn't contain a gasp of prurient pleasure. His hands, as if with a life of their own, reached down to the softly supple cheeks of her buttocks and pressed into them, over her robe, to draw her feverish loins closer to his own as their tongues worked erotically within each other's mouths. It was starting all over again and neither of them could stop it. Neither of them really wanted to stop it. Her hand was now eagerly fondling his hotly turgid instrument, stroking it, caressing it, fondling it through the material of his trousers, sending wave after wave of exquisitely torturous jolts of excitement through him, while his hands pressed tightly against the rounded resilient flesh of buttocks over her robe.
"Ummmm ... ooohhh...." the young girl managed to moan around her older lover's lust-spearing tongue as she eagerly and without hesitation used her small slender fingers to draw the zipper of his pants downward with tantalizing slowness. Then her hand reached down inside to find the fleshy pole of his cock and, finding the treasure it sought, she let her fingers encircle that madly pulsing piston, reveling in the hot long hardness of it as it grew larger and larger, ever expanding, beneath her titillating touch.
"Oh God ... ooohhh," the young teacher moaned lustfully, pulling his mouth momentarily away from hers. "Oh, Debbie ... God ... ooohhhh...." he continued to groan almost painfully as the innocent young girl let her fingers warmly stroke the engorging pole of his manhood until its blunt, bulbous head had become bright with blood. Don slid down backwards against the couch and Debbie fell with him, never for one moment letting go of her precious treasure, until they were lying side by side on the couch, Debbie's robe having fallen open to reveal the warmly succulent mounds of her teenage breasts to Don's lust-glazed eyes.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the front door. Both Don and Debbie froze. It seemed like only a split-second later that they both saw Betsy Gibbons standing at the threshold of the living room!
* * *
CHAPTER SIX
"Betsy! What are you doing here?" Debbie Marshall shrieked, her eyes widened with shock, her hand frozen to its erotic position on Don Baker's lustfully elongated penis. Don, himself, was numbed with shock, his mouth open with no words emerging. Debbie's voice seemed to echo in his mind as she screamed "Get out of here, Betsy! Get out!"
"What? And miss all the fun?" her friend replied with a wicked little grin. When her reply was not answered, she continued, "You didn't tell me that your new 'boyfriend' was Mr. Baker! God, how lucky can you get! You two don't mind if I join in, do you? This could turn out to be quite a party!"
The thirteen year old blonde couldn't believe her ears. A twinge of dread began to creep into her belly as she looked at the voluptuous figure of her fourteen year old friend who was now leaning in a very relaxed manner against the door frame of the living room. Surely Betsy wasn't serious! Surely she would go away soon! Her appearance so suddenly, intruding into Debbie's dream-world of lust, was like a nightmare and Debbie had the feeling that if she just blinked her eyes, the apparition in the doorway would disappear as if she had never been there.
But it wasn't a dream. And she knew how stubborn and determined her older friend could be when she wanted to be. No, Betsy was here to stay and they might as well make the best of it.
And then, suddenly, a new thought occurred to the young blonde teenager. Maybe it would be a good idea if Betsy did stay! Perhaps, after all, it would be even more fun-the more the merrier, as the saying goes! Yes, it might be a real 'orgy' if Betsy stayed, an exciting sexual adventure she might never have the opportunity to enjoy again! And now was the perfect time! Mom wouldn't be home until almost dinner time so they could have the house to themselves all afternoon!
The young thirteen year old nymphet smiled wickedly at her thirty-four year old lover, whose erectly throbbing penis was still gripped tightly in her hand, and bent her head to whisper in his ear. "Don ... listen ... this could be exciting! We could have a real orgy! Think of all the different things we could do, the three of us!"
Don's first reaction was shock. How could this innocent young girl even think of such a thing? It was impossible, unbelievably horrible to think that this young girl could even begin to have such thoughts, much less actually do the deeds she suggested! Why, this girl had been a virgin only yesterday ... and now she wanted to participate in what she called 'an orgy'! She was, in fact, growing more and more eager by the moment to explore all the sexual anvenues of group sex which neither of them had even thought about until a few moments before!
But then ... perhaps Debbie was right! It could be a lot of fun to have two young teenage girls at once. He had only enjoyed multiple sex once or twice before, he had to admit. And besides that, if they didn't let Betsy join them, the girl would surely tell Karen and everyone at the school what she had discovered that afternoon and then he would lose his job. But, if she was involved, if she too stripped naked and joined in their sexual encounter, then it would certainly be in her own best interests to keep quiet about it! She might still go out and tell everyone, but then her own future would be as ruined as theirs and he felt instinctively that the fourteen year old redhead was much too shrewd to do anything which would hurt herself.
"Well?" Betsy demanded. "What do you say?"
Don and Debbie exchanged a knowing, almost conspiratorial, look. Yes, they would do as Betsy suggested....
It was Don who spoke. "Ok, Betsy. Have it your own way. We don't mind sharing each other with you."
The redheaded teenage girl grinned with satisfied pleasure. She had come to the new junior high school only a few months before, but for those few months she had dreamed of little else but Don Baker. How would he look completely naked? What pattern would the hair form on his virile, muscular chest? When he got excited, how long and thick and magnificent would his cock be and what would it feel like storming up into the lubricated warm confines of her own fourteen year old cunt? Every time she had seen him, her mind had undressed him and placed him on a bed beside her own naked body, his hands roaming lovingly over her soft white flesh, their lips locked in a heatedly passionate kiss, her own hands reaching out to explore the full length and girth of his marvelously turgid cock! And now all of her dreams were going to come true!
Suddenly, then, a new thought struck her. Here was a golden opportunity for a real group sex bash like the ones she had read about in those picture pornographic magazines ... why pass it up? Why not call in a few other selected friends and really give sexy Don Baker an afternoon of fun and games he would never forget if he lived to be a hundred years old? Instead of going bowling that afternoon, the group of teenage girls could enjoy a sport that was much more satisfying and a thousand times more exciting!
She dashed out into the hallway, dialed the telephone, whispered into the receiver, then hung up and re-entered the living room triumphantly. "I've called up Alice and she's going to get everyone together. They're all going to come here instead of going to the bowling alley. So this is going to be a real party here this afternoon!" Her voice was breathless with excitement and her eyes already glazed with the lust that burned hotly in her loins. Many a long night had been spent by the girl dreaming of all of the sexual adventures she would like to have, all of the different things she would like to do both with men and with other girls ... and here was her chance, presented to her on a golden platter!
Both Don and Debbie were rather startled by Betsy's announcement. Letting Betsy join them was one thing ... letting all of their other teenage friends come over as well was quite another. But what was done was done and they might as well make the best of it. Betsy was more in command of the situation now than they were and they would just have to follow along as well as they could. Besides, they both thought simultaneously, exchanging a sly glance, this could very well turn out to be a lot of fun and very, very exciting as well!
Betsy walked slowly over towards the couch, deliberately swaying her luscious hips in a provocative and seductive manner. Don could feel his cock lurching already, anxious and greedy, as his eyes followed her voluptuous body as it seemed almost to float towards them. She perched on the couch next to Debbie, her eyes fixed on the lust-elongated pole of thick hard cock-flesh still gripped tightly in her friend's hand. God, how she wanted that hot turgid shaft inside of her sizzling hot little cunt! How she wanted its thickness to fuck deep up into her, filling her completely, sending blinding sensations of bliss tearing through her naked body, until at last it shot out its entire load of creamy hot cum deep into her belly!
But first ... first, she wanted to do something she had read about in one of those illustrated sexeducation magazines. After all, she would almost surely have another chance to get a long hard cock inside of her, even Don Baker's, but it might be a long time before she could find another girl who might be willing to....
"Stand up," Betsy commanded Debbie. The young blonde looked at her older friend with a surprised, dumbfounded expression, then looked to Don for guidance and reassurance. "Don't look at him, just do as I ask. Believe me, you're going to like this, Debbie."
But still the young blonde teenager didn't move. It wasn't fear which held her back, merely surprise, and bewilderment. What could Betsy possibly want with her? Surely it was Don Baker her friend had always been so hot to have! What did she have in mind now? Debbie was anxious to explore all of the avenues of sex now that she had traveled down her first small byway ... but still, she was reluctant to obey her friend until she understood exactly what was expected of her.
"Come on, Debbie, I said stand up. If you really were as adventurous as you always say you are, if you really want to learn more about sex, then do as I ask."
Rising to the challenge, the thirteen year old blonde stood. She couldn't imagine what was going to happen next, but whatever it was, she would show Betsy Gibbons that she was no weak-willed little kid but could perform like a real woman-just as she had performed with Don the day before! No fourteen year old redhead who thought she knew everything was going to make Debbie Marshall look like a fool!
Suddenly, she felt Betsy's hand sliding along the lapels of her robe, pulling the robe apart and over her shoulders until it dropped into a heap upon the floor. She could feel Betsy's appreciative gaze upon her smooth white flesh, traveling up and down the entire length of her sculpted young sensuous body. She heard Don gasp as he took in the curvaceous lines of her young body exposed now almost naked to his lust-inspired gaze. Her hard pink nipples stood out stiffly at the sudden exposure to the air and the delicate, whisping curls of her blonde pubic hair showed clearly between her sensuously rounded thighs, poking out salaciously from the barely covering split material of her nylon bikini panties.
"Ummmmmm ... yes, you have a lovely little body, Debbie...." her redheaded friend murmured appreciatively. Debbie, however, stood a little unsteadily, still not exactly sure what was expected of her or what was going to happen. Don, still on the couch, could feel a painful aching throbbing in his cock engendered by the sight of the thirteen year old's nearly naked flesh before him, only inches away from his lust-glazed eyes, so temptingly smooth and sensual and young....
Debbie felt a tingling thrill of unexpected pleasure ripple through her as she felt Betsy's hands curve around her breasts, clinging to the firmly rounded contours of those luscious young mounds, her nimble fingers catching onto her erectly protruding pink nipples. Shivers of excitement raced inexplicably through her flesh and a soft, gasping sound escaped from her lips.
Betsy now began a light yet stimulating massage on Debbie's nipples, rolling them provocatively between her thumb and forefinger, moaning softly with delight as she felt Debbie's body quiver with lust-inspired sensations.
Don couldn't believe his eyes! He had never seen one girl massaging the breasts of another one before, except in those grainy black-and-white films he used to watch with his fraternity brothers in college behind closed doors. In addition, he was awestruck by the nearly naked figure of Debbie Marshall and marveled at how closely she resembled her mother in figure as well as in the features of her face. Her breasts were smooth and delicate in color, the softly rounded shapes of them balancing out from her slim, youthful torso creating a delightful contrast. Her waist was small, almost tiny, sloping gradually out to the sensuous flaring of her feminine hips. A tiny line of down blonde hair ran from her navel to the top of her white lacy bikini panties where it plunged to the top of the triangular 'vee' of her partially exposed pubic mound. Exquisitely shaped legs slipped down beneath the panties, her thighs especially soft and temptingly smooth.
It was more the body of an idealized angel than that of a thirteen year old girl! No wonder he had been unable to resist the temptation yesterday afternoon!
Betsy was now guiding Debbie back to the couch, pushing Don out of the way. He moved onto the floor close beside the couch, his aching penis feeling like it was about to explode from the excitement of what he knew he was going to witness now!
Betsy first ran her delicate soft hands over Debbie's softly rounded buttocks, feeling the satiny warmth of her skin beneath the nylon of her panties. She heard the younger girl begin to moan with lewd delight and she knew that Debbie was going to have the thrill of her young life and that she, too, was going to become excited almost beyond endurance!
Debbie, wide-eyed with wonder at the chilling sensations of pleasure that were already storming through her nearly naked body, looked down at her seductress and wondered vaguely what was going to happen next. She knew that Betsy was going to try to excite her, to bring her no doubt to the very brink of mind-blinding climax, but she had no idea what her older friend was going to do to accomplish this. She had always heard that girls making love together were doing something evil and sinful and wicked, but what Betsy was doing felt so good, so exciting, so wonderful ... with childish innocence, she wondered what could possibly be so wrong about something that felt so breath-takingly good?
Betsy now reached out and grabbed her younger friend's breasts in both hands, placing her slender young body in front of her friend's shapely young form. She stared Debbie directly in the eyes with a triumphant, victorious glint and smiled.
"Don't worry, Debbie. I've only done this once before ... but believe me, I know what I'm doing!" She began to push Debbie gently down onto the couch, whispering "Just relax, kid ... just take it easy and enjoy ... before you know it you'll be flying so high you'll think you can never come down again...." Debbie now felt Betsy's gentle hands prying her sensuous thighs apart and a lewd thrill of excitement radiated out from her loins through her entire tremulous body. "No wait...." Betsy commanded as she paused to slip Debbie's lacy white bikini panties down over the shapely columns of her legs. "Now, that's better," the older teenager crooned as she once again began to spread the younger girl's thighs further and further apart as she knelt on the floor by the couch. "Ummmm ... yes," Betsy whispered encouragingly, "Ummmmm ... this is going to be good!"
Don Baker couldn't believe his bulging eyes. His cock lurched and ached painfully from the hotly boiling blood bloating its entire length as he watched Debbie on the couch, her legs stretched wide to expose the moistly glistening plane of her nakedly exposed pink cuntal flesh. Her smooth vaginal lips showed brightly in the patch of her blonde pubic hairs softly curling around it and her little narrow cuntal slit seemed almost to wink enticingly at him. He watched in mute fascination as Betsy knelt to her work, pausing suddenly to stand up and fairly rip at the clothing on her own voluptuous body until at last she was as naked as her friend.
Again, Don Baker felt his cock leap into newly Vibrant life, expanding and growing larger, pulsing more hotly with blood as he caught sight of Betsy's nakedly exposed young body. She was taller than Debbie, rather more full-breasted, her hips curving out from her tiny waist in a provocatively flaring curve.
Her skin was smooth as velvet and she stood purposefully in front of the older teacher for a moment, thrusting her pelvis forward so that the flaming red hair of her sparsely covered pubic mound brushed seductively in front of his nose. And then, suddenly, she turned away from the awe-struck teacher and returned to her original quarry.
At the feel of her older friend's body on top of her, Debbie felt a new chill or lurid delight surging through her naked body. Her skin seemed to burn at the contact of naked flesh to naked flesh and she could feel Betsy's full, luscious breasts with their needle-point nipples pressing against her own. It was incredible, and yet the touch of Betsy's satiny skin against her own, their nipples practically colliding against one another, sent an unexpected and powerful charge of electrical excitement through the younger girl's body, a powerful charge of explosive ardor she had never experienced before, not even with Don Baker yesterday afternoon!
But Betsy did not stay in one position long. She moved down now until she was kneeling on the couch between Debbie's wide-spread thighs and deftly ran two fingers along the inside of her soft young vagina ... one on either side of the delicate jutting mound of her sensitive clitoris.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... aaaaaahhh" Debbie moaned. The touch of Betsy's provocative fingers on her tender womanly erogenous zone was more incredibly exciting than she had ever imagined it could be. She felt jolts of lightening-hot excitement crash through her naked flesh as Betsy began a light, flicking motion with her two fingers on the oily marble of her senseitive pink clitoris and she heard her friend whispering in a rasping, husky voice.
"That's it, Debbie ... just relax and enjoy it ... it'll get better ... believe me, it gets better all the time...." The older teenager continued playing with Debbie's naked vagina, now alternating with a circular motion in the crimson soft folds. She could feel the lust-moisture seeping from Debbie's simmering cunt as she became more and more aroused at the warm touching and sliding ... the gentle pressure that was so provocatively stimulating ... the steady building of exquisite sensations.
The awe-struck male teacher watched in rapt and mute amazement, bending closer to as not to miss one second of this erotic sexual tableau. He had grown strangely silent, except for the rasping sound of his breath, as Betsy began to become more and more serious about her exploratory adventure in Debbie's nakedly exposed vagina. His hand reached down of its own accord to gently massage the aching, painfully throbbing length of his long hard cock as his eyes feasted on this exciting scene.
Betsy shifted now, pushing herself up between Debbie's legs, brushing the pointed mounds of her voluptuous breasts against Debbie's tender inner thighs, as she moved her body slowly and sensuously from side to side. And as she did so, she began to massage the moistened crevice of Debbie's pussy with both of her hands. Gliding up and down on her pinkly glistening cuntal canyon.
"Ooooohhhh ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhh ... eeeeeeoooowwww...." Debbis moaned. She no longer knew exactly what was happening to her, nor did she care. All she knew was the lust-powered sensations of prurient pleasure that had captured her very soul. Lewd bolts of pleasure crashed through her body as Betsy plunged her busy fingers into the wet opening of Debbie's welcoming warm cunt. She was already seeping profusely from the illicit thrills caused by Betsy's knowing hands, and she purposely contracted her inner vaginal muscles so that with that first powerful plunge of the older girl's fingers, she was forced to utter a small cry of pain. But it was a pleasure-packed pain, curiously stimulating, and it soon abated into simple and unadulterated joy as Betsy began an insistent in and out motion, causing small wet sucking noises as she did so.
Betsy's other hand went now to Debbie's softly pliant buttocks and slowly manipulated the lush cushions while her serpent-like tongue found the gentle indentation of the younger teenager's navel and performed a sensuous circular dance within its warm confines.
"Mmmmmmm ... delicious ... oooww
... ooooohhhhh...." Betsy moaned. "God, it feels so good inside of you ... so nice and soft ... so tender and warm ... uuummmm," she concluded, adding yet another finger to Debbie's hot, pliant opening, plunging up through the ring of flesh and through the softness of her helplessly pulsing vaginal muscles.
Debbie was nearly wild with the pleasure-filled sensations rippling like tidal waves through her naked body. She arched her back at the pressure being forced within her loins and a deep hungering quiver shot through her belly. She began to flex and unflex the muscles of her legs inadvertently, increasing the mounting pleasure in her already burning loins. She was aware, through a fog of lust, that her buttocks were being gently squeezed and it made her begin to push her sensuous hips further down into the soft cushions of the couch at each magnificant thrust of Betsy's hand.
"Ummmm ... I thought you'd like this," Betsy murmured. "I thought this would get to you sooner or later. Didn't take too long, either, did it? I bet you never thought another girl could make you feel this good!"
"My God, this is the most exciting thing I've ever seen," Don Baker stammered, his cock growing more and more restless, more and more painfully hard and boiling hot.
Debbie let out a helpless moan of delight ... the passion sizzling in her blood was becoming too much for her. She couldn't control herself any longer. She felt Don's fascinated eyes on her nakedly writhing flesh and she didn't care. She didn't even hear the front door open, nor did she hear the excited intaking of breath by the girls who now stood, mute and wide-eyed with fascination, just inside the threshold of the living room. She wouldn't have cared now if the whole world was watching her, staring as her friends and the older teacher stared at her shamelessly undulating naked body, stared at her as she moaned ceaselessly now in complete abandonment with the rapture of her exquisite pleasure!
Her friends couldn't believe their eyes. Betsy had said they were going to have a party wilder than even their wildest dreams ... but this was even more incredible and more crazily wild than they had expected. There were Betsy and Debbie, completely naked, making love to one another while the dark-haired, devinely handsome teacher sat nearby eagerly massaging the swollen length of his rock-hard prick! This was going to be a real orgy! The girls slowly began to inch forward, silently, drawing nearer and nearer to the two moaning, panting girls on the couch, nearer and nearer to the salaciously exciting sight of their naked bodies intertwined and glistening with the sweat of their exertions.
They all watched in rapt fascination as Debbie's body began to writhe with lust-provoked spasms as she bucked and tossed beneath Betsy's steady hand ... Debbie thought that the hand had almost become part of her insides by now, so closely did it mold to the sizzling contours of her heatedly aching vagina. Her legs kicked out wide and began to scissor back and forth to the motion of her rolling hips. The fire-filled touch of Betsy's tongue on her stomach was almost driving her mad. It was so good ... so magnificantly marvelous, much better than anything else she had ever experienced. Her desire mounted and mounted, her body straining madly towards the glorious release of spellbinding orgasm as her teenage friend and Don Baker watched, all around the couch by now, fascinated by the lewd and unbelievable sight taking place before them.
"My God ... incredible! Oh, and my cock is ready ... so ready for you, Debbie," Don Baker mumbled. The thirteen year old girl heard his words, but they only seemed to further inflame her desire now. She felt floods of hot moisture seeping down between her legs and suddenly Betsy's tongue was moving along her stomach ... down ... down ... ever downward to the unbearable tension of her taut, oily clitoris, sticking out and pulsing, almost begging to be touched. Betsy's lips clamped down around it, sucking at it softly as her hand continued to plunge in and out, in and out ... around and up in her younger friend's steaming hot passage.
Debbie Marshal was no longer conscious of anything other than the fiery passions of her own needs. A low, animalistic growl flew from her parted lips ... her head tossed thrashingly from side to side ... her hands automatically went down to her older friend's red curly head and held it ... held it as Betsy continued to lap and lave at her steadily flowing lust-incited juices ... to tantalize and tease her fire-filled loins until the impassioned young blonde thought she would explode.
Now Betsy's other hand found the opening between Debbie's buttocks and she slowly worked her stiffened finger into the tightness of the younger girl's tiny puckered rectum. She wormed it as far as it would go-and this, coupled with the other extremely exciting sensations Debbie was being subjected to, added an unexpected heightening of the already unbearably thrilling currents coursing through her naked body.
Betsy lifted her head from its lewd position at the burning fulcrum of her younger friend's sweet womanly sanctuary and pulled herself up so that her face was level with the blonde teenager's lush, quivering young breasts. Still working her hands into the two straining orifices between Debbie's provocatively widespread legs, she managed to double the young girl's body so that she could mouth her squirming victim's rosy-tipped nipples as well.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... eeeiiioooaahh...." Debbie cried. She was wild with the furious demands of her desire now. She felt the growing sensual delight in her loins and knew that there was nothing more in the world for her than these body-jolting pleasures. She must have all of this exquisite joy, every last moment of it. She felt as though tiny hot sparks were leaping from her tautly distended nipples which were under attack by the kneading, sucking mouth of her fourteen year old friend. The sparks flew into her innermost soul, into her womb, into her madly palpitating genitals, into her puckering anus.
It was almost more than she could bear. "Ooooohhh ... aaaaarrrrrruuuuugggghh ... oooooooohhhhh...." she chanted deleriously, nothing more now than a bundle of raw, exposed nerves. She felt the smooth touch of Betsy's skin all over her, a new and thrilling sensation she had never felt before. Her skin was soft and warm like water ... like the water you dream about ... like drowning in a warm ocean of pure pleasure.
Debbie knew that soon she would reach the breaking point. Her entire body felt as though it were rising up ... and up ... she had been launched like a rocket, gathering speed and momentum all the time! she could hear the excited voices of her amazed friends all around her, punctuated by the sound of Don Baker's deep masculine voice, but she couldn't make out what they were saying and she didn't care! The explosion, that joyous release of all her climaxing passions, was on its way now. The sound of her own wailing voice hardly even penetrated the blinding fog of her lust and she was scarcely aware of her wildly flailing arms and legs or her rolling, tossing body, arching and contracting beneath her older redhead teenage friend.
"Arugh! Ooohh! Eeeeeiiiiiiooooooooooo-wwwwuuuurrrrgggghhhh...." she wailed mindlessly as relief and joy spread from her loins to the tips of her grapsing fingers and her curling toes. Wave after wave of the deliciously satisfying rapture rippled through her convulsing body as she felt as though she had been lifted to the very apex of sensual pleasure. "Ooooohhhh ... my pussy's cummmming! It's cummmmming ... it's cumming out my titties ... ooooohhhhh...." she cried out in complete delerium as the orgasmic explosion crashed through every fiber of her nakedly thrashing, madly bucking body. At last she reached the final and ultimate peak of her pleasure, and she felt as if she were exploding into a thousand tiny fragments which would be scattered over a thousand square miles from the magnificent force of her climaxing eruption!
Finally, she lay quietly on the couch, exhausted, her mind still a reeling whirlpool of her mindless lust. Tremors continued to race over her spent body. Her hair clung to her head, wetly plastered to her forhead and her neck. Slowly, Betsy separated her own perspiration-soaked body from her younger friend. The entire adventure had been more exciting than even she had expected, and she could feel an aching burning desire in her own loins which demanded satisfaction.
Turning to the handsome, open-mouthed figure of her dark-haired young teacher, she smiled lewdly and asked with a husky, hoarse voice, "Well, teacher-lover, what do we do for our next trick?"
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Don Baker blinked at the voluptuous little fourteen year old redhead's unexpected words. She was smiling down at him, a victorious and challenging smile, her eyes fixed on the protruding pole of his throbbing manhood. As if caught in the midst of a dream, the youthful teacher looked appealingly around him, only to discover the lust-glazed faces of half a dozen teenage girls staring raptly at him. He had been aware of their presence ever since they had come in, but only vaguely, and now, much to his surprise, he noticed that they were all absolutely naked!
He felt his restless cock lurch and begin to pulse even more madly within his tight-clenched hand as his eyes feasted on their lovely young nakedness. He hardly saw their faces as his lust-dazzled eyes explored their upthrusting, pink-tipped breasts, their long, tapering legs, the enticing, sparsely curled mounds of their pubic fleece which all seemed to swim in a dizzying whirlpool, before his eyes. Nothing like this had ever happened to the handsome thirty-four year old man before! Never had he been set in the midst of so many naked, panting, passionately excited young teenage girls who wanted nothing more than to have his hot, heavy cock lunging up into the doubtless virginal confines of their pinkly glistening young cunts! They seemed to surround him, to stifle and smother him with their sensuous nakedness and he hardly knew what do do first!
Betsy suggested something. "Oooohhh, teacher," she crooned, "we're all naked here. Don't you think it would be good if you were naked too?"
Her words seemed like a command to her teenage gril friends. Before Don Baker knew what was happening, there were hands all over him, pushing, pulling, tearing madly at his clothing. He was thrown back flat on his back on the floor as all those hands explored his body, tearing at his shirt, pulling his pants down over his muscular thighs and legs, turning him and plying him and torturing him with their hot breath until he lay completely naked and completely surrounded. Electrical jolts of pleasure swept through his loins in anticipation of the excitingly erotic adventure which was about to take place as their hands wandered at will over his naked flesh, across his hairy chest, teasing and taunting his tiny masculine nipples, playing across his navel, feeling and fondling his nakedly erect penis and his pendulously heavy balls.
And then suddenly it stopped. "Ok, let's get down to business," Betsy Gibbons had proclaimed and, as if by magic, all those marvelously exploring hands left his tingling flesh and he stared mutely at the young voluptuously naked redhead who was now kneeling beside him on the floor. "Me first," she said commandingly. "I've been waiting for this moment for an awfully long time now!"
"Oh my God," Don murmured as he felt her satiny-skinned body on top of his own, her needly-pointed nipples digging into his hairy chest while her hands roamed like flickering flames all along his naked body. Her lips clamped tightly down onto his, their moist softness pressing hard to his eager lips while her tongue shot like a rocket into his mouth. He reached his arms around her nakedly alluring body to draw it closer to his as he felt his cock soaring upwards against the soft flesh of her sensitive inner thigh and he felt, too, the moisture seeping down from her cunt as his tongue lashed out into the soft-walled cavern of her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured around his invading tongue as her fingers traced enticing little circles around his ear. She felt an intense shiver of excitement surge through her body as their mouths locked in a passionately arousing kiss, their tongues engaged in mock battle against one another as they speared and lunged even deeper into each other's mouths. It was all more exciting than she had ever dreamed it would be and she could feel the hot hunger burning in her vagina ... it wouldn't be long now before his long hot hardness was skewering into her warmly welcoming vagina, filling her completely with a hitherto unexperienced joy even more exciting than her most vivid sexual fantasies!
After several long moments, Don moved his mouth downward, along the slender, sloping lines of her neck towards the twin succulent mounds of her young breasts. His hands raced down the sides of her torso, and then back up again, until at last his mouth had found its quarry. Like a starving animal, his lips surrounded her pinkly taut nipples and began to suck first at one and then at the other of those super-sensitive little buds, sending wild thrills of chilling delight surging through the teenage redhead's lushly naked body. His face glowed with lust as his even white teeth nibbled provocatively at those tiny, crinkly-skinned buds so lusciously perched atop the twin white mounds of her sumptuous breasts and he could almost feel the eyes of the teenage girls all around him seeming to burn into his naked flesh.
"Arugh! Ooooohhhh ... uuuummm ... yes, suck ... ooohhh ... yeeeessss...." the young redhead moaned as her body grew more and more tremorous with the lewd pleasure that surged through it. "Yeeeessss ... oh, God, I want you to fuck me ... oooohhh ... how I need your big beautiful cock inside of me ... aaaaahhhhh...."
Don felt a new stab of incredible lust at the obscene words of this fourteen year old girl. He could hardly believe what was happening to him. Wave after wave of flooding desire flowed through his hot-blooded veins as he continued to voraciously suck and nibble at the pinkly glistening little buds of her sensitive nipples ... how did he get into this position? Hadn't he come over here with the intention of talking to Karen, of telling her how much he loved her and wanted to marry her? And yet, Karen was the furthest thing from his mind right now! All he could think of was the sensuously exciting body of this fourteen year old redhead, of the way it would feel to slide his massively swollen penis all the way up into the quivering depths of her belly! And if he didn't do it soon he would explode all over her thigh!
Betsy, too, was nearly ready to explode with the powerful pressures of her hotly burning lust. Her face glowed with pride as the others gathered more closely around her, their eyes bulging with undisguised desire. None of them had ever seen anything like this before and each of the girls felt her breasts and cunt tingling with warm moist desire. Never, even in their locker-room chatter after gym class or during their all-night pajama parties had they ever conjured up a scene even half as exciting and forbidden as this one! Each of them could feel the hot seeping of their lust down between their thighs, begging to be invaded by the enormously bloated shaft of manflesh which now lay captured between Betsy's tremulous thighs ... soon it would be their turn ... soon their hairless, almost virginal little pussies would know the ultimate experience that they were designed to know....
Don now slid downward, his loins poised provocatively over Betsy's flaming red pubic fuzz as her legs spread wider and wider in willing welcome to the invasion that was now imminent. But Don miraculously held himself back for a moment, purposely torturing himself now in anticipation of the moment when he would thrust powerfully forward and slide his tingling hard cock deep into the warmly inviting canyon of her cunt which was now spread wide, pink and glistening, nakedly exposed to his feasting eyes. In his secret heart-of-hearts, he had to admit that he had always secretly admired the voluptuous curves of this teenage girl's body during the past several months at school, and that he was glad now that he was going to fuck her ... fuck her until she couldn't walk straight! He reveled in the feeling of having her naked beneath him, subservient to his will and to the thrusting power of his man-cock, and he knew that he was going to enjoy this erotically exciting experience just as much as she was-perhaps more!
Now, with an eager and lecherous smile, Don moved again, sliding himself down between her willingly widespread legs to feast his eyes once more on that soft, pink, almost hairless pussy-flesh nestled so enticingly between her smoothly rounded adolescent ass-cheeks. He reached down beneath her to grasp those cushiony moons in his hands, squeezing and kneading them so that the softly pliant flesh rippled through his fingers. He felt her body shudder with lewd delight and he smiled in, anticipation of what he was about to do, listening joyously to the girls panting hotly around them. He would give them all a show all right....
Betsy was almost delirious now, her loins hotly burning, demanding satisfaction, flaming like a forest fire down there between her sumptuously spread thighs. Why didn't he get on with it? What was he waiting for? Couldn't he tell that she was already nearly mad with the frenzied intensity of her blazing desire? She looked down to see his head bending down towards the succulent mound of her womanhood and a new shiver of delight spread through her naked body as she realized what he was going to do. Nobody had ever done that to her before! She had let various boys touch her breasts and she had even let one special boy fuck her a couple of times ... and then once at that wild party with the spiked punch she had finger-fucked another girl until she had cum while her boyfriend had fingered her cunt ... but never before had anyone done what Don Baker was about to do!
"Oh yes ... lick me there ... suck my cunt ... oooohhhh...." the demonically excited young teenage girl moaned as she saw Don slowly move his face forward until his lips were a scant few inches from the copper-colored pubic frizz that barely covered the sensitive lips of her vagina. She saw his nostrils flare as the sweet odor of her sex drifted enticingly towards him. He swallowed deeply, inhaling deeply, as his eyes feasted for just a few moments longer on her delicate coral inner flesh flowering open to his impending lingual invasion.
While all of the surrounding teenage girls watched breathlessly, Don took a deep breath and expelled it softly into the moistly open crevice. Almost as if in reply, Betsy Gibbons quivered and a faint groan escaped from between her lips. The blood in her veins was simmering now with inflamed lust and she could hardly bear the torture of having his fiery tongue so near and yet so far, so enticingly poised to do its erotic duty within the sizzling confines of her nakedly exposed cunt. Electrical sensations of forbidden pleasure rippled up from the depths of her tremoring belly as another low, growling sigh escaped from her lips as she felt another rush of the warm moist air float tantalizingly over the heated canyon between her willingly parted thighs.
Smiling lecherously now, thirty-four year old Don Baker pressed his face forward, pushing his open mouth hard against the desire-swollen wetness of her heated vaginal slit. The fourteen year old girl squirmed in unabashed delight and he tightened his hands on the smoothly rounded moons of her buttocks. Then, with one quick lashing flick of his thick wet tongue, he slid it between the warm fleshy folds of her provocatively pink cunt.
Her gasp of pleasure seemed to echo all around the room, causing her naked friends to crowd closer for a better view of the ravishment of Betsy's softly glistening pussy by their history teacher's tongue. They all saw her body jerk forward with the first hot, teasing contact, and then an involuntary spasm of joy quickly forced her buttocks back hard against his kneading hands. Her vaginal passage began to automatically expand and contract, clenching tightly around the burrowing length of Don's tongue sunk deep inside her quivering hotness. Her breath exploded out into the air in small, rasping gasps that turned into tiny mewling grunts as the agonized torture of her prurient pleasure took complete control of her naked body.
"My God ... will you look at that," one of the breathless young girls exclaimed in fascinated awe at the unbelievable sight of the young girl's rapturous pleasure. The ring had tightened in more closely around them and several of the girls had begun to eagerly massage their own quivering young cunts just as Don's tongue was massaging Betsy's.
Don couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe the incredible waves of lurid lust that were crashing through his own naked body as he worked hungrily at the teenager's widespread cunt, his pink wet tongue thrusting and withdrawing, plunging into the vibrantly excited young redhead again and again making a wet, sluicing noise with each powerful lunge. Her little cries of passion were lengthening out to one low and long continuous moan as his tongue suddenly located her hard, madly throbbing clitoris and began to suck savagely at the oily little marble of passion. His face drove further into the damp, warm canyon, and his mouth sucked and teased at it, gleefully tantalizing her with the sharp tips of his teeth, while she wantonly writhed and thrashed and churned her pelvis upwards towards his fire-filled tongue in a lewd dance of unadulterated desire.
"Oooooohhhh ... yeeeessss ... oh God, suck it ... uuuummmmmmm ... eeeeeiiiiiiiii-ooooowwwww ... arrrruuuuuggghhhhhh ... yeeeeesssss," she chanted deliriously, her body and mind completely lost now in the swirling whirlpools of sensation that arose from the deliciously stimulating sucking of her erogenous zone.
Don grinned triumphantly as he felt the lithe muscles of her softly pliant buttocks hollowing and contracting spasmodically above his tightly clenching hands in an exhibition of wild and untamed animal lust that was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Her succulently wet cunt flowed with the hot moisture of her passion and it flowered open wider and wider with each further second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched slit. Her warmly perfumed juices seemed to come in a tidal wave, seeping out around his lunging oral instrument and onto his lips as his face sunk even deeper in between her soft inner thighs.
Don could sense that the gorgeous young redhead was about to cum. The wild, abandoned tempo of her grinding loins told him that it was time to remove his tongue and to instead drive his powerful, man-sized cock into the softness of her hot little belly so that he could feel the warm throbbing walls of her cunt clenching tightly around his lunging hardness when she finally exploded into the glory of her orgasm. He wanted to hear her wanton cries of exquisite ecstasy and to then fill her with his hotly scalding cum until she would never forget this afternoon as long as she lived. All the years of suppressing his desire seemed to explode within him now and all he wanted to do was to devastate this sensuous young teenager witi the magnificent power of his penis, to stretch her so wide she would never even be able to feel another prick for the rest of her life!
The luscious fourteen year old redhead felt his thick, virile length of turgidly pulsing flesh tingling with anticipation as he worked at her heatedly excited loins with his relentlessly sucking mouth. Then, he could stand it no longer! He' had to fuck her and right away! There could be no more delay! He pulled his glistening face away from the warm wet folds of her soft vaginal flesh and slithered up over her, working his hips until the long thick pole of his penis was poised erotically over the wide-splayed canyon so eagerly waiting for his lust-propelled invasion.
Around him, the group of teenage girls ogled and panted, their hands busily working at their own fevered loins, their eyes bulging with fascinated awe.
"Look!"
"Yeah, he's really gonna fuck her now!"
"Betsy is going to be fucked by Mr. Baker!"
"He's really going to give it to her!"
"I can't wait until it's my turn," Debbie cried, her eyes feasting on the long hot hard spear of flesh that had only yesterday broken past her virginity to drive her to her first and gloriously exciting orgasm.
Don was half crouched between Betsy's willingly parted thighs, his pulsing length of manflesh held tightly between his fingers. The flaring, blood-filled head was aimed now directly at the soft russet-fuzzed opening of her wetly throbbing cunt as his fevered gaze locked on the sumptuous mounds of her enticingly upthrust breasts.
All of the surrounding girls held their breath. Only one short inch of space separated her excitedly quivering vagina and the heavy purple tip of the teacher's long throbbing cock now, and his hands spread her softly smooth thighs ever farther apart now so that all the closely crowding girls could see the narrow moistly pulsing mouth of her vaginal furnace more clearly. His cock jerked painfully and he knew that he couldn't hold back much longer, that his cock was about ready to explode right there in his hand, that he had to fuck her immediately. But he paused for one brief moment longer, staring at one gleaming dewdrop of moisture that had magically slipped from the swollen, inflamed head of his pulsating prick, that would soon erupt into a streaming hot flood of cum to fill her to overflowing!
Betsy, delirious with the intense passions that seemed to boil hotly in her veins, was completely oblivious to the group of her naked friends who watched her with such patent admiration. The only thing she cared about was the wildfire raging in her loins, now abandoned by that fire-filled tongue, but still desperately seeking the satisfaction it craved so insanely. He had stopped his fiery ministrations in that moistly wet crevice just as she had been on the verge of a dramatic and dynamic climax and now the tender flesh that had been so stimulatingly lathed by Don's tongue and lips felt both hungry and empty, a burning hole in the core of her soul that begged to be filled. There was only one thing she wanted now-a cock, an enormously stiffened spear to fill the hotly aching need inside her. Mindlessly, she ground her naked buttocks up towards the man above her, silently praying that he would waste not one second more before shoving his hard shaft of blood-pressured flesh into her impatiently hot womb before she lost her mind from painful frustration!
"Yes ... fuck me ... do it to me ... fuck me ... hard ... deep ... fuck me," the mindless young girl stammered, quaking from the unbearable frustrations that were searing her frazzled nerve endings. "Please ... hurry ... God, don't wait ... fuck me now!"
She heard her young friends all around, panting and screaming with joy, incredibly excited by the lewd spectacle before them. But she didn't care anything about them. The teacher's tongue had ignited a hot streak within her body and it trembled violently and shook with the urgent need to be filled, filled to the bursting point with the older man's enormously erected cock! Another flicker of flame darted hotly through her body as she recalled the awesome size of it and her lust now rampaged through her like wildfire, scorching every single cell in her body. With wanton abandon, she arched her hips upwards towards the instrument of pleasure ready to plunge deeply into her, searching with her lust-burning pussy for the monstrous pulsating pole of manflesh that was about to thrust hotly up into the deepest recesses of her belly.
The awestruck young girls crowded closer and closer to the naked couple on the floor as Don pressed the great bulbous head of his aching penis against the narrow pulsing opening of her nakedly anxious vagina, the rubbery knob tentatively nuzzling the ragged pink edges of glistening flesh. The teacher poised above her, then the muscles of his sinewy buttocks tightened as he placed his hands again on the softly supple mounds of her naked buttocks and, slowly, the blunt-headed flaring cock-tip positioned itself at the moist, wide-stretched mouth of her quiveringly hungry vagina. And then, with a sharp flick of his hips, the thirty-four year old man forced the chunky, blood-swollen head into the hotly pulsing lips of her pussy, inhumanly stretching the soft fleshy opening to the bursting point.
A gasp of fascinated awe resounded from the closely hovering group of young naked girls, matched by a gasp of incredible pleasure which escaped from Betsy Gibbons' lips at the agonizing pleasure of the first intrusion into her sweet womanly sanctuary.
"Aaaaahhhh ... ooohhh...." the lust-demented young redhead cried as the tip of his lust-enlarged cock submerged another magnificent inch into her hotly quivering belly.
"Oooooohhhhh ... my pussy feels ... so good ... so wonderful ... deeper ... deeper ... all the way into it ... fill it ... fuck it ... oh . ... oh ... arugh ... uumm...." the raving young teenager cried, reveling in the sensation of being practically split in two by the massive girth of his invading instrument.
Encouraged by her wanton, passionate cries, the dark-haired teacher jerked his hips back and rammed forward again, driving the invading cudgel still another inch into her tightly clinging cuntal passage that seemed to sheath his throbbing thickness like a made-to-order glove!
Don could feel the hot breath of the naked teenage girls who were hovering closely over him and although he couldn't see their faces, he knew that each one was glowing with lust, that each one was imagining what it would feel like to have his turgidly pulsing prick fucking like this up into the warm, moist walls of their own precious little twat-holes. Submerged in his own passion, he was only dimly aware of hands reaching out to tentatively touch him, to feel the hard muscular contours of his thighs and to finger the pendulously heavy sac of his balls between his legs. He didn't really know what they were doing, but he didn't really care.
All he cared about now was fucking this gorgeous redheaded tease below him and so he suddenly plunged forward again with a crushing thrust of his lean masculine hips that drove the blood-bloated cock deep into her tightly contracting passage, pushing great waves of rippling pink flesh before it!
The fourteen year old redhead could feel her entire naked body trembling as the enormous, heatedly pulsing rod of manflesh tore relentlessly into her cock-starved belly, crushing her tender inner organs as it drove deeper and deeper into the depths of her warmly welcoming pussy-hole. It felt so magnificently massive, so brutally forceful, almost as if it had driven itself in her all the way up toher throat! And still the courageously impaling penis continued to plow into her, shattering her consciousness with overwhelming waves of lust-burning sensuality. Her mind seemed to be drifting, fading away into a flaming oblivion of pure lust as this huge lust-swollen shaft tunneled into her tight narrow channel.
She wasn't a virgin by any means, but then she had never been fucked by a real man before. She had never dreamed, even in her most vivid sexual fantasies, that there could be such a glorious difference between a man and a boy when it came to the cunt-filling size of a penis. But there was a difference! She felt as if her entire abdominal cavity had been stretched like a balloon until it was about to burst and she loved every depraved minute of it!
And then, suddenly, it stopped. With one hard-driving jolt. Don's pelvis had thudded heavily down against her while his immense, sperm-bloated balls crashed against the wide-stretched moons of her succulent buttocks. The amazingly tumid shaft lay completely embedded to the hilt, in her incredibly stretched pussy, filling every part of her insides.
Don held still for a minute to let the girl grow accustomed to the mammoth instrument buried in her cunt. He stared down at her lust-contorted features as the tightly clenching muscles slowly began to relax within her inhumanly stretched vaginal passage. He saw that her eyes were clenched tightly closed in the agonized pleasure of his assault and at last, they opened and she stared blindly up towards him.
"God, you're the tightest little cunt I've fucked in a long time," the dark-haired teacher murmured. "Just relax for a minute ... relax," he coaxed, tentatively flexing his gigantic cock deep up in her quivering belly, causing a new series of erotic sensations to sweep through her naked body. , "Ooooohhhh ... so good ... uuuuuuuu-mmmmmm ... God, so big and beautfiul ... ooooohhhhh ... eeeeeee...." the young girl chanted mindlessly as she felt him flex his powerful thick muscle again deep within her love-starving loins.
The naked girls all around began to gasp, each in turn, as Don slowly began a smooth gyrating motion with his pelvis, grinding his loins into her willingly welcoming genitals, stretching the soft walls of her warm vagina until the enormous penis fitted tightly in the sheath of her cunt like a piston in a well-oiled cylinder. The girls were amazed, awed and fascinated by this sight, by the incredible tableau of his massively rigid instrument buried in the tight tiny hole they had seen before. It seemed impossible ... and yet....
Suddenly, Don had another idea ... this would really drive her wild with uncontrollable passion!
His hands, kneading at the pliantly yielding flesh of her buttocks, began to draw those soft twin moons wider and wider apart and then his fingers slipped in to the tiny puckered opening of her anus, flirting teasingly with the sensitive anal mouth like a tantalizingly flickering flame. Betsy whined and cried out with passion and she jerked involuntarily as the outstretched finger paused, and then suddenly popped through the tightly surrounding nether ring, worming deeply into the tender spongy flesh inside. Tiny gasps of unsubdued pleasure burst from her lips, even though the initial entry had caused some slight discomfort. That minor pain was almost immediately overpowered by new surges of sizzling lust as the finger wormed relentlessly in, expanding the tiny wrinkled aperture until the palm of his hand pressed flat against her hotly grinding little asscheeks, the entire stiffened finger solidly embedded inside her erotically throbbing little asshole.
Betsy began an immediate rotation of her hips to encourage that assaulting finger to even greater depths inside her tightly clasping, anal opening. Her vaginal passage felt stretched almost beyond endurance and torn beyond repair-and yet it was magnificent! AH the more glorious because of the probing, wriggling finger now buried deep in her rectum. Wave after wave of lascivious pleasure crashed through her naked body as the older man twisted his finger almost harshly, stretching and expanding the tender inner flesh of her rectal walls until she thought it would almost split from the incredible pressure! Already she could feel the pressure of her own passion mounting rapidly, building and building towards that miraculous explosive climax!
Satisfied now that he had driven her nearly to the brink of insanity with the fever of her lust, Don began a thrusting motion in and out of the beautiful teenager's moistly stretched pussy with long, plunging strokes. His nostrils flared as he fucked eagerly forward from the apex of each withdrawal and battered her nakedly responding body back down towards the floor with every forward stroke. The panting man held tight to her softly pliant buttock cheek with his free hand, causing the supple flesh to ripple between his fingers, as he slipped the warm shaft sheath of her throbbing vagina back over the turgid thickness of his hotly pulsing cock while the finger continued to skewer in and out of her ass in the same rhythmic tempo. Groans and gasps of pure animal pleasure continuously poured from her moist, parted lips, encouraging him even more, as her hips thrust up to eagerly greet his every forward lunge into her doubly ravished genitals.
"God ... yes ... fuck me ... oh fuck me ... deeper ... harder ... yes, into my ass ... into my cunt ... oh God ... aaaarrrrrrrr-uuuuugggghhhhhh!" she cried mindlessly now, squirming her body lustfully to meet his every movement, her eyes open and blurred with the tears of her agonized pleasure. On every side of her she could see her naked girlfriends, many with their own fingers submerged deep into their heatedly quivering vaginas, a couple of others pouring themselves over Don's nakedly pounding body, touching his legs, caressing his sperm-filled testicles, watching in rapt fascination at the magnificently fucking couple and dreaming of the moment when it would be their turn of enjoy this incredible pleasure.
"Yes ... yes ... don't stop ... keep fucking ... fuck meeeee!" she cried huskily into the air, rotating her pelvis faster and faster to keep pace with the two pistons of flesh and finger pummeling into her loins like a well-timed team. Her entire being was now centered around those two skewering rods, and nothing else in the world mattered to her-nothing. Not her friends who were watching, not even the handsome man who was on top of her-nothing mattered at all except the pulsing reality of the hard flesh riveting into her hotly simmering furrow.
And Don was equally blind in the exqusite ecstasy of his passion. So oblivious, in fact, that at first he didn't even notice the naked figure who came to straddle Betsy's writhing torso only inches in front of his face, her pinkly glistening pussy widespread before him....
In the sex-crazed group of teenage girls that surrounded the lewdly thrashing couple on the floor, Debbie Marshall's dark eyes began to smoulder with resentment. The slender yet sensuous thirteen year old blonde had been kneeling near Betsy's head and watched with rising anger as the man who had made glorious love to her only the day before-and who, in the process, had taken her virginity-now plunged and pummeled with cock and finger in to the nakedly bucking, straining girl whom she had thought was her friend! And they were both loving it, she thought bitterly, remembering how Don had told her just before everyone came that he loved Karen and wanted to marry her so that their newly established relationship couldn't continue! She recalled vividly how he had kissed her yesterday and how he had then thrust his virile pole of male cock-flesh into the deliciously clasping warmth of her willingly sheathing pussy until they both came in a spectacular and dynamic orgasm! Suddenly, the disillusioned girl realized that she hadn't really been in love with Don Baker, and that he hadn't really loved her either. Still, she thought with anger, they did mean something to each other ... or, at least, they should since he had been the conquerer of her innocent virginity!
And now there he was with Betsy! Somehow, she had to show them, show them both that they couldn't trample on her feelings and get away with it! She had to pay them back somehow ... Betsy especially ... she had to show Don that she was as much of a woman as Betsy. For a moment, she thought of calling her mother at the store and telling her what her precious Don Baker was doing right at that moment, but then she realized that she would probably get into as much trouble as he would. For several long moments, the humiliated teenage girl glowered down at the nakedly fucking couple, at their flushed, lust-contorted faces, at their naked bodies slapping lewdly against one another, and she suddenly imagined how nice it would be to have Don Baker lick her cunt until she came! The very idea made her already aroused young pussy flesh begin to throb insanely and she could feel the hot juices of her excited lust seeping like a river in flood from between her sensuous young thighs. In an abrupt burst of furious determination and wounded pride, the young girl slithered over Betsy's head, straddling her bucking torso, until the wide-splayed enticement of her cunt was only inches from Don Baker's crimson-flushed face.
Meanwhile, Don swept into his teenage lover with a growingly frantic need, white she matched his every pounding movement, straining desperately for the peak of sensation that was so near, so very near and yet so far! Dimly, she heard the excited, agitated murmurings of the naked girls all around her but it didn't matter. Don, too, completely engulfed by the straining needs of his desire, heard those excited voices as if through a thick fog but even the urgent whisperings of those naked teenage girls didn't dim his mounting passion. He was too close to that precious moment of mind-searing climax now to pay any attention to anything else except the frantically straining needs of his own desire-swollen prick!
Vaguely, then, he was aware of a movement in front of him, and he lifted his eyes for one brief moment to see the pink moist softness of a willingly open cunt pressing closer and closer towards his face. It was another moment before he realized what was expected of him as that warmly glistening slit moved closer and closer towards him. She wanted him to lick her cunt! The passion-obsessed young man didn't even know whose cunt it was, but he knew now that he was expected to lick and flick at it with the fiery heat of his tongue and his first reaction was to gasp in astonisment. This was just a little more than he had bargained for!
"Lick my cunt ... lick it ... make me cum, too," a familiar voice called out to him. It was Debbie!
Don gasped in amazement when he realized that it was Debbie whose enticingly spread thighs straddled Betsy's body and whose daringly exposed naked cunt was only inches from his face. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. Should he suck her cunt as she wanted ... or....
But Debbie was determined. Slowly, she eased herself forward until the pink fluted lips of her hair-lined cunt brushed against the older man's sweating face, until he had no choice but to warmly embrace that sacred offering. Don gasped, feeling those wetly parted lips brushing tantalizingly against his mouth and as soon as the sweet womanly aroma of her madly seeping cunt invaded his nostrils, he knew that he was lost! Eagerly, his tongue slipped out of his mouth with a snake-like swipe, tasting the creamy juices of her aroused womanly juices and a new thrill of heated arousal swept through his already highly excited young body!
It was incredible! the older teacher thought in a flash of momentary sanity. He had come over to this house merely and only to speak to Karen Marshall, the woman he loved, the woman he wanted to marry. And somehow, he wasn't quite sure how, he had become hopelessly and helplessly involved in fucking first, thirteen year old Debbie Marshall, and then fucking her fourteen year old redheaded friend ... and ultimately, he knew, he would be fucking or sucking the naked little pussies of every single naked teenage girl in that room, the girls who were now crowding even more closely around, panting with the passion of their arousal and taking every opportunity to stroke and fondle the naked flesh of his body! Here he was, Don Baker, a respected history teacher in the junior high school, furiously fucking one teenage girl while insanely licking the warmly welcoming cunt of another! It was crazy! Insane! And yet he couldn't stop himself. All those years of pent-up sexual desire were now being released in a torrential flood of passion which he simply could not control!
Don fought for breath as the cunt before his face pressed tightly against his cheeks. He could feel her sparsely curling pubic hair brushing teasingly against his nose as he sent his hungry tongue lashing into the warm moist slit of her nakedly exposed cunt. He could feel a shudder of fiery desire sweeping through Debbie's body as his own fire-filled tongue danced around the inner edges of her pubic lips. And then a sudden jolt shook the blonde teenager as his oral spear found the oily marble of her sensitively throbbing clitoris, brushing tantalizingly against it until she had to scream from the glory of her passion.
"Ooooohhhhh ... aaaaahhhhh...." the young girl's voice echoed dramatically around the room as her mother's future husband licked and laved at the warm tender flesh of her pink pussy lips and the ultra-sensitive bud of her quivering clitoris. Yes, this was what she wanted! She wanted nothing more than to feel the overwhelming sexual excitement she had felt the day before and which she had started to feel this afternoon before Betsy came along to butt in! Now she had him where she wanted him, a slave to his own passion and to hers! She could feel his tongue now, warm and thick, darting into the soft-walled chamber of her womb like an imitation cock, racing in and out of her cunt with the same furious tempo he had established in Betsy's sizzling young pussy.
Thirty-four year old Don Baker was now no longer able to think or feel, and in a near trance-like state, felt the pistoning spear of his heatedly bloated cock pummeling like a racing piston into the warmly welcoming cavern of Betsy's lust-lubricated cunt while at the same time his own excitedly darting tongue lashed and speared into the willingly splayed cunt before his flushed face, his nose and lips brushing tantalizingly against the soft curls of her golden pubic fleece.
As if in a fuzzy-edged dream, the older man imagined what he must look like there on the floor of his fiance's living room, fucking the life nearly out of one naked teenage girl while gloriously and eagerly sucking the moistly hungry cunt of another! He could feel the redheaded girl squeezing her heatedly rippling cuntal muscles around his enormous fleshy pole burrowing frantically into her vagina and a new lurid thrill of pleasure raced through him, inspiring him to momentarily withdraw his tongue from the tongue-hungry cunt before him so that his sharp white teeth could nibble provocatively at her hair-lined cuntal lips and the sensitive little throbbing sprout of her clitoris.
Both girls now cried and groaned and moaned relentlessly, their voices mingling into a symphony of rapturous desire. Inspired by their howling pleasure, Don realized for the first time that he actually wanted them-wanted them both and all of the other naked teenage girls in that room! Yes, he wanted to feel his giant cock exploding deep in Betsy's belly, filling it to overflowing with his scalding white cum, and at the same time he wanted to make Debbie cum so that her creamy lust-juices would spill like a cascading waterfall all over his passion-propelled tongue! He was simply drunk on the wildly blazing fire of passion that was surging through his hot-blooded veins, and he sucked even more hungrily now at the warm moist cuntal flesh before his face. He wanted to feel Betsy's hotly clasping cuntal muscles contracting spasmodically around his sperm-shooting prick and at the same time he wanted to feel Debbie's warmly clinging cunt likewise contracting convulsively around his hotly spearing tongue! What a cunt-feast!
Don could feel the cum churning madly in his pendulously heavy testicles and he knew he was building towards the end. He began to thrust into Betsy harder and faster, battering mercilessly into her warmly contracting cunt. His one hand squeezed one pliantly soft buttock cheek while his rectum-buried finger skewered in matching tempo in and out of that hot rubbery channel as he felt her nakedly writhing and thrashing with untold ecstasy beneath him. His breath became hoarse and labored while his hotly spearing tongue lashed erotically faster and faster in and out of Debbies soft-walled cuntal chamber as her hips thrust forward to meet his invading plunge.
The naked teenage girls all around began to gasp and pant excitedly, looking down at the slender redhead's madly bucking body being pummeled by the handsome young teacher while, at the same time, his fiery thick tongue lunged with equal fervor in and out of Debbie's hotly clasping cunt. They, too, could tell that the peak moment of explosive climax was approaching and they tried to hold their breath ... but couldn't! This was the most lewdly exciting scene they had ever seen or even imagined in their most vivid sexual fantasies! All of them had seen pornographic picture magazines, but even the scenes depicted in those didn't come close to matching the real thing now being so salaciously enacted before them gazing awestruck from their various vantage points at the writhing, straining trio, they could only nod dumbly while their hands began to streak madly into their own desire-heated cunts! Each one wished fervently that it would be her turn next to actually feel the lust-blinding sensation of a long hot length of virile man-flesh storming into their passion-hungry cunts....
The saliva in Don's mouth was becoming thick and sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped madly from Debbie's hotly clasping cunt into the warm depths of his mouth around his lust-spearing tongue. He could feel her slender yet sensuous young hips straining and bucking before his passion-contorted face almost as if she were in the throes of a powerful seizure. Hungrily, he tried to accommodate the fiery demands of her desire, sending the fire-filled shaft of his tongue ever faster, ever deeper into the soft-walled womb of her womanhood, back and forth, furiously laving in that passionately clinging cavity. At the same time, he felt his own excitement rising towards the bursting point as he rammed his turgidly throbbing pole of flesh into Betsy's tightly clinging cunt while his stiffened finger continued its erotically frantic invasion of the redhead's darkly mysterious anus. He had never before been raised to such an astounding height of exquisite ecstasy and each additional moment seemed to bring him closer and closer towards that rapturous pinnacle of glory. Sucking madly, plunging frantically with both stiffened shaft and erect finger, he felt both girls wriggling and writhing ' and straining with the same desperation towards their own glorious heights of climaxing rapture and he knew that there was nothing else in the world now except to drive them both towards the summit of pleasure which he was rapidly approaching himself!
He was fucking into the exquisitely excited fourteen year old redhead now with ever more furious strokes and she thrashed her hips wildly to meet his twin invasion of her genitals as she felt him at last reach his erupting apex of rapture. She thrust her hips hard against his loins as she felt the milky white fluid flooding hotly into her wildly constricting cunt. Then she felt it dribbling back out of the hair-lined lips of her glistening pussy as his bloated testicles slapped maddeningly against the cushiony cheeks of her ass, burying his prick in the wildly sucking mouth of her cunt all the way up to his pubic hair. She tried frantically to contract her tight little cuntal muscles harder around its erupting hardness, milking and sucking at it so as not to waste a single drop of the precious hot sperm but still tiny droplets of it seeped out and onto her warm inner thighs.
Just moments after he felt his own magnificent explosion beginning, Don felt Debbie, too, reaching that glorious, mind-bending height of exquisite ecstasy. A wild spasm shook her entire naked body as her hips surged frantically forward against his face so that he could hardly breathe. Faster and faster his tongue plunged into her madly contracting cunt as convulsion after convulsion swept through that passion-filled cavity as the warm moist juices of her orgasm began to flow sweetly and hotly around his oral spear. He could hear a relentless and animalistic moan pouring from her open lips as her tightly squeezing cunt tried to milk his tongue, tried to hold it tight in that warmly moist vault while her orgasm seemed to shake the very foundations of her being! Don had never known any woman to reach such a body-jolting climax before and he marveled at the sublime intensity of her exploding passion until at last the convulsive spasms began to subside and Debbie's hotly steaming cunt, now satiated and fulfilled, fell backwards, away from his cum-streaked face.
Betsy was still straining towards her own orgasm beneath him. She skewered her ass up hard against his exploding loins as the still-squirting penis in her unsatisfied cunt spilled out its hotly thick cum. And then, suddenly, every muscle in her sensuous young body tensed and began to quiver. Her climax rippled through her in great sensual waves of pleasure, with hot cum flooding out all around the frantically pulsating shaft still buried in her cunt to seep out in thick warm rivulets and mix with Don's creamy thick sperm dribbling down the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. She was still trembling and convulsing, tremors of orgasmic quaking still wracking her naked body, as Don's deflating cock slipped wetly from her drenched pussy, letting gushes of cool air come rushing now into the unplugged opening between her wide-splayed thighs.
But that was only the first orgasmic explosion of the afternoon. Don stopped counting after a while, not really being clearly aware of what was going on except that he fucked and sucked one girl after another. His body still reacted with pleasure-packed orgasm after orgasm, but his consciousness had left him long ago and he was hardly aware of anything except the constant erotic stimulation to his well-worn body. His whole world now was composed of nothing but cunt ... one pinkly glistening, moistly clinging cunt after another to suck and fuck and suck. Somehow, it just didn't seem to matter any more.
He wasn't aware of anything at all, not with his conscious mind. That is probably why he didn't hear the front door opening and then slamming shut....
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Karen Marshall lay in bed on Sunday morning, her eyes wide open, her lips curved into a sensuously pleased smile. She turned her head to one side to see her still peacefully sleeping daughter, and then to the other side to marvel at the ruggedly handsome features of Don Baker, whose face lay close to her while his hairy, muscular legs were entwined with her own under the blankets. Her blazing blue eyes were focused on the ice dripping from the branch of a tree just outside her bedroom window on that cold mid-winter morning, but her mind was focused on the amazing events of yesterday afternoon.
She had come home early, wanting to take ample time to prepare for a very special evening she aniticipated with her marvelously good-looking fiance. All the way home in the car, she had been thinking about what she would say to him, how she would act, how they would both bubble over with excitement as they sipped champagne and celebrated her promotion.
What had greeted her stunned, wide-open eyes as she entered the house had at first shocked her into speechlessness. Her mouth flew open in a soundless scream of protest as she saw her naked fiance slamming his long hard penis into the willingly welcoming cunt of her own thirteen year old daughter while at the same time another girl was teasing Don's dangling testicles from behind and yet another naked teenager was just positioning herself, backing up on all fours, so that Don could lick her soft pink virginal pussy flesh! Visibly stunned, the voluptuous blonde mother had shrunk backwards, blinking her eyes and then finally clenching then closed as if that would wipe out this salacious spectacle taking place in her own living room.
At last, at long last, she managed to scream, a piercing, shrieking wail that froze everyone instantly in their lewd positions.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Don Baker was the first one to see his full-breasted fiance whose hand had now flown to cover her mouth and whose eyes stared wide in utter disbelief. He froze, instantly. His mind raced dizzily. He had to explain to her! He had really come over to speak to her, after all, hadn't he? To tell her how much he loved her and wanted to marry her! And as she stood there now, even more beautiful when she was angry than when she was not, he knew that he had to do something ... say something ... she was the dream-woman of his life and he couldn't let her go without a fight!
"Get out of here! All of you! Get out this instant!" she shrieked, her command ringing and echoing around the now silent and still room.
Immediately, all of the naked teenage girls, Betsy Gibbons included, scampered to gather their clothing, to cover their naked flesh, and to quietly ease out with downcast heads. Don and Debbie alone remained, naked, staring at Karen Marshall. Don's eyes reflected not shame but a grim determination. He looked at his voluptuous blonde girlfriend and saw the tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes, as the words suddenly began to spill from her mouth in an almost incoherent, steady stream.
"And I thought I loved you ... how could you ... with my innocent little ... I would never have believed ... I never even dreamed ... and you, a teacher ... in a school filled with innocent little girls ... a little baby and you went and ... I can't believe ... and me, what about me? ... you wouldn't even come near me ... and now...."
As soon as Don Baker heard the words you wouldn't even come near me, he knew what he had to do. Jumping up to his feet, he reached forward, grabbed Karen by the wrist and pulled her tightly against his naked body. He heard her gasp of surprised shock as his powerful arms enveloped her voluptuous body, crushing her to him. Before she could speak or protest, his mouth mashed down on hers, completely engulfing her softly yielding lips, his tongue heatedly spearing between them.
Karen stiffened against him, but only briefly. Her mind raced dizzily, swimming with confusion and a suddenly instigated passion. He had raped her daughter ... and yet the fiery spearing of his tongue was sending lurid thrills of arousal through her own body. This was what she had wanted from him for so long! This was the pleasure she had been denied ever since she had know him, except for that one brief episode a week before! Why did he have to do this to her just now? Her trembling body relaxed against his as he slowly forced her down to the floor, his right hand pulling back her coat and reaching under her sweater to eagerly grasp at one softly upthrust breast.
"Karen, I love you," he murmured, unlocking his fiercly grinding lips from hers for a moment. "I love you and I want you!"
"Don ... how can you ... what ... after what you've done...."
"Nevermind what I've done. It's what I'm going to do from now on," he said with fierce determination. "And the first thing I'm going to do is to make you as naked as we are and fuck the living daylights out of you!"
Karen stared open-mouthed at her suddenly commanding fiance. He had never been so stubbornly aggressive with her before ... and she liked it! He was finally acting like a real man, with all stirring, blinding passion of a hot-blooded animal! She lay completely still and silent, awestruck, as he slowly removed her coat, then lifted her sweater up over her head and slid her skirt down over her luscious thighs and over her ankles. She now lay completely exposed to him, her naked flesh quivering with desire, as he slowly reached around to unfasten her brassiere so that her mammoth, upswinging breasts were set completely and tremulously free. Immediately, is head lowered and he took each succulent mound in his mouth in turn, using his fiery tongue to trace maddening little circles around her crinkly-skinned nipples until they surged upward with hard, vibrant life. He heard her murmur with pleasure as his hungry mouth traveled from one succulent mound to the other, teasing the little buds of her nipples until she felt as though there were electric sparks shooting from them towards the magnet of his tongue.
"Ooooohhhh ... Don ... Oh God, Don, I love you too ... and want you ... of fuck me, please ... fuck me Don...." she whimpered passionately, her body now a swirling mass of heatedly aroused passions which had lain dormant within her for so long.
Eagerly, the young man slipped his hands downward along the flat plane of her belly, at last reaching the tight elastic waistband of her panties. Moaning with desire, the voluptuous blonde lifted her hips as he slid the nylon bikini panties down over the sensuous flesh of her thighs and off over her ankles. Now she was a naked as he was and his eyes feasted on the marvelously smooth, sculpted form of her curvaceuous young body, the body that was now his to do with as he pleased.
He turned flat on his back now on the carpet, his lean muscular body arched upward, his long, rock-hard shaft spearing obscenely into the air. He reached over, grabbed his lovely young fiance by the shoulders and pulled her over on top of him.
Karen Marshall knew what he wanted her to do without his having to say a word. Murmuring over and over again, "Darling, I love you ... love you, Don ... need you ... love you ... and my darling ... I love you so much...." she obeyed his silent invitation. Kneeling with her knees splayed wide on either side of the male teacher's ribs, she immediately felt his fingertips smoothing up her inner thighs to her throbbing tight vaginal lips, spreading the fleshy, hair-framed flanges open to expose the moist inner pinkness to his lusting gaze. When she groaned involuntarily at his provocative touch, his fingers began to work furiously over her tiny erected clitoris, bringing it to a harder and harder state until, with a throaty whine of pleasure, Karen leaned forward on her knees and grabbed his massively erected cock, trying desperately to stuff the hot flesh into the widespread narrowness of her welcoming cuntal slit.
"Oh ... it's so big ... so beautifully thick and long ... oooohhhh...." the impassioned young blonde murmured as she squirmed her loins over the bulbous blunt head of his towering, rampant penis. Her full, rounded breasts swayed and quivered as she struggled to jam the thick knobby tip through the puffy pink lips of her vagina. Then, her handsome lover reached up and wrapped his big hands tightly around her slender waist, watching as she aimed the shaft's great flaring head directly under the opening of her cock-hungry vagina. When he saw that the position was right, he yanked her nakedly kneeling body down over his turgidly thick pole of flesh.
Suddenly, as if by magic, it slipped past the tightness of Karen's outer vaginal lips and wedged into the softly yielding sensitive flesh beyond. With a low, animalistic cry of sublime pleasure, Karen began to sink down on the elongated, fleshy rod of virile manflesh as her handsome young fiance drove his hips upwards to slide the mammothly expanded shaft into her like a pile-driving piston.
Flattening her knees out so that they pressed against Don's slim masculine hips, Karen slid lower and lower on the giant upthrust penis, moaning with rapture all the way down. Then, she lifted herself up on her knees so that the heavily laden cock, gleaming with moisture from her copious vaginal secretions, came whitely into view. With a soul-searing gasp, she drove her hips back down again, driving the whole of his pulsating length up inside her until it crashed bluntly against her cervix. The beautiful blonde began to jerk rhythmically up and down, sliding back and forth over the immense pole with increasing speed until she felt as thought she were about to have an orgasm simply by her own manipulations.
The sumptuous blonde didn't remember anything too clearly after that. She had vague recollections of her passion building, building, mounting ever higher and higher until she felt like she would explode into ten thousand tiny pieces with the sheer force of her pleasure. She remembered the final explosion of her lust, that toe-curling spasm that convulsed her entire naked body magnificently so that her hair seemed to stand on end while a wildfire of lust raged through her wildly contracting cunt, sucking and milking at the hot hard length of Don's deeply embedded penis buried to its hairy hilt in her moistly cumming cunt. And she remembered, too, the new spasms of orgasm that shook her immediately afterwards when she felt his scalding hot cum jetting madly from the thin slit at the end of his cock, filling her completely, sending new waves of climaxing pleasure through her madly thrashing body as it emptied its full creamy load into her madly milking vagina.
And after that ... all of the images of the following events became blurred in her memory. She vaguely recalled the mind-blinding sensations of prurient lust that had swept through her nakedly voluptuous body as Don's turgidly throbbing piston had first invaded the tightly clasping nether ring of her anus ... and now, in retrospect, it seemed to the sensuous blonde that it must have been while Don was powerfully skewering into that dark rubbery passage that her own daughter had shoved her head between the mother's willingly spread thighs to furiously lick with her fire-filled tongue at Karen's lust-inflamed cunt ... and it was probably later that the tables were turned, when Debbie's tightly ovaled mouth clung to Don's hard-driving shaft of flesh and Karen's eagerly hungry tongue had laved and flicked at the thirteen year old girl's madly sizzling hot cunt....
And now, the following morning, Karen lay naked in her bed, her beautiful lover and her sensuous daughter on either side of her. Soon they would awaken ... to a new day ... and new sexual adventures ... new dreams and new aspirations and new sensations of exquisite ecstasy....
Yes, they were all three going to have a very exciting family future together!
