The subject of pedophilia is one that has attracted the attention of social scientists and psychologists during centuries of research. Originally meant to specify the practice of sexual relations with prepubescent children, pedophilia has come to signify in a broader sense any sexual relationship between an adult and a partner much younger than him or herself.
At one time Pedophilia was considered a perversion of normal sexuality, along with homosexuality, incest, fetishism and the like. However, in the last two decades, most people have rethought their attitudes towards sex and have begun to treat it as a normal, common sexual preference.
It is not difficult to analyze the older man or woman's desire to have sexual relations with a younger partner. The adult may be trying to recapture his own youth by means of such a relationship, or may have developed a fixation on youth from a traumatic incident in his own childhood.
Generally we are willing to forgive men who engage in this practice but cast a cold eye on middle-aged women who fit the stereotype of the cradle-robber. This is an example of the sexist attitude that has always pervaded psychological analysis, even today in a time of sexual freedom.
However, studies show that more and more middle-aged women are yielding to this very impulse, no longer inhibited by guilt or the fear of social disapproval. Many a woman has agonized before seducing a teenage lover only to discover that they are dealing with an experienced person rather than a mere child.
What does a woman get from this kind of sexual union? This is a difficult matter, with each person providing a different answer. Some women express their preference in purely physical terms, insisting that a young lover is more virile, responsive and grateful than an older man.
Other women insist that young lovers help preserve their own vitality and sexual responsiveness, providing a supplement to their everyday sex lives. Still others admit a neurotic basis to their sexual practices and struggle futilely against a sexual impulse that will not be denied.
The following novel deals with a woman who fought unsuccessfully against her sexual needs until finally confronting herself and learning to satisfy her basic needs. It illustrates much of what we have said concerning pedophilia, treating it not as a vice but a legitimate form of sexual self-expression. It is hoped that this novel will contribute to our understanding of a sexual modality that seems to become more prevalent with every passing year.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Margaret Dowler stared at the school room clock over the shoulder of the student standing before her desk. It was late and she should have left school already to prepare for a supper date. But, as usual, she hadn't thought things out in advance and had again landed herself in an uncomfortable spot.
"Let me get this straight," John Stephan addressed the attractive but no longer young blonde teacher. "You want me to hang around after school sometimes and you want to make it with me. And if I do it you're promising that I'll get promoted."
The last statement was more like a question, showing Margaret that she had not been fully understood. She remembered all the times John had stared at her from the back row of the room, working her body up and down with his young, intense eyes. The boy wanted her certainly, but he was too suspicious and too hesitant in taking advantage of what should have been an irresistible proposition.
"You see, John," she continued, not meeting the boy's narrowed blue eyes, "I'm very concerned with your academic performance. You don't come to class prepared, you don't pay attention, yet you should be a good student. I want to help you, John. If we work together, I know you'll be able to pass."
Margaret allowed herself to look at her student as he mulled over the offer. John was tall for a fourteen year old, slender but quite muscular. His blue eyes, short straight nose and flawless pale complexion combined in a face that was expressive, appealing and somewhat sensual without being classically handsome.
"I don't know, Missus Dowler," the boy mumbled. "I mean, about the school work part. I like you well enough the other way. But I got to pass that final examination and you don't have nothing to do with that, do you?"
"I can make sure you pass that too," Margaret answered, trying to hide her anger and impatience. "But I hope we won't have to cheat. You have a good mind, John, an exceptional intelligence. You could be a good student with my help, not just good enough to pass but to do very well in your studies."
It was a fact that John possessed all the requirements for scholastic success, verified by a series of standardized aptitude tests. Quite simply, the boy didn't care about his school work. Somebody had to take a personal interest in the lad even if that entailed a dangerous degree of emotional involvement.
Margaret struggled with herself for the next few minutes, trying not to blush under John's steady appraising gaze. The boy was looking her up and down as boldly as he had done during class, when he imagined she wasn't watching. His eyes stopped at Margaret's breasts, large and rounded under a tight silk blouse, slid down toward her narrow waist and flaring hips, then moved up again as the rim of the desk truncated his view.
Mrs. Dowler was all right, John figured, in a physical sense at least. She was probably closer to forty than to thirty, but her face was pretty and her body was the stuff of which adolescent fantasies are made, soft, rounded, full and voluptuous. There wasn't a boy in the school who didn't want to fuck her.
And she had come to him, John thought triumphantly, picking him out from all the others. There were rumors about Mrs. Dowler, stories of her past sexual escapades, but they were nothing to set store by. Every woman teacher, however old and unattractive, was a base on which to build such myths.
"John, perhaps we ought to discuss this another time," Margaret announced, looking again at the clock. "I didn't think you'd be confused by anything this simple but I see that you need more time. Shall we get together again tomorrow?"
"No, I made up my mind already," John answered in a voice void of tone. "Shit, I knew you liked me but I didn't think you'd come out and lay it on me like that. Sure, I'll hang around. We can try things out your way."
So saying, the tall adolescent stood up and looked at Margaret, fastening his eyes on hers. He saw the woman breathing harder, saw color come into her face, saw her start to get up and then subside into her chair again. She was more nervous than himself, the boy figured, another surprising state of affairs.
But Margaret was not confused for long. Six months of cruel frustration were about to come to an end. She had tried to avoid this very situation but it had happened anyway. Out of nowhere, just when she thought she had gained control over her sexual proclivities, Margaret had yielded again. Now all that remained was to consummate the affair and find out if she had made a mistake in selecting John as her newest sex partner.
Margaret looked quickly around the room, noticing that the canvas curtains had been lowered between periods. The door was locked and it was late enough so that nobody was likely to want access to her room. Barring some unforeseen catastrophe she and John were safe. Her eyes rested on a corduroy sofa that had been cluttering her classroom for a month.
It had been left there after a dramatics production and she had complained about that to the janitorial staff. Now she had to be pleased by their inefficiency. A classroom was never the best place to make it with a man but at least this time she wouldn't have to start the affair on the floor.
Margaret stood before her young lover, her feet apart, her weight balanced steadily. Her arms were down at her sides but both hands protruded slightly from her hips with opened fingers and upturned palms. Her eyes were wide and slightly fogged and her lips were moist and smooth as they parted over her white front teeth. Her chest heaved occasionally.
John's experience with women was limited but he knew enough not to waste any more time. He approached Margaret and then placed his hands on her shoulders, drawing the woman closer to his body. Lowering his head a few inches he sought out Margaret's lips with his mouth, closing his eyes as he kissed her.
Their bodies met in a tight embrace as Margaret parted her lips further and sucked John's tongue into her eager mouth. Now that the issue had been settled she felt relaxed and sure of herself, perfectly content with her strange lot. She stepped back towards the couch, making sure not to break their kiss.
In another minute they were seated together on the bulky, ugly piece of furniture. Margaret continued to suck the boy's tongue, thrilling to the to the taste of his young, warm saliva. Then she felt John's hands groping at her blouse, fumbling with the buttons. He seemed ready to be taken.
Margaret eased out of her clothing, letting John think he was undressing her without assistance. In a short time she sat naked on the couch, while her young lover loomed over her. His shirt was unbuttoned and the rest of his clothing dishevelled but he had made no move to get out of his garments.
That bothered Margaret less than it might with another woman. She was used to young lovers, used to being the aggressor. It was all right that John didn't know what to do with a woman. She could show him easily enough. To that effect, Margaret reached up for the boy's groin, planting her fingers firmly upon the ripe young hardon that bulged behind his trousers.
She opened the boy's fly quickly and efficiently and then parted the front flap of his underpants. Suddenly John's cock sprung into view, freed of its swaddling material. Margaret stared up at the boy's rig and gasped audibly. He was well hung all right, possessing everything a woman could ask for.
Margaret held John's prick firmly, stroking it around the base and weighing the thick tube in her soft palm. The boy must have been a good six and a half inches long and three inches thick. His cock was already hard as a bar of steel, covered with a network of thick red veins.
She slid her fingers up toward the head and felt the blood rushing into that most sensitive part of a man's sexual equipment. John trembled in her grasp, rocking his weight from one foot to the other. The head of his rod was thick and spongy, a dark, purple angry looking color now that she had excited it.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Margaret whispered suggestively. "Oh, yes, I know you want to feel it inside me, inside my cunt. You can fuck me, Johnny, you can stick it into me. Don't be afraid. I'll show you how to fuck me."
Margaret lay down full length on the lumpy sofa, parting her legs slightly and then crossing her arms behind her head. Her tits pulled upward with that gesture, their flesh tightening provocatively. John stood before the woman lost in admiration. She had always looked good dressed but not that she was naked Margaret had to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
He sat down on the edge of the sofa and rested his right hand between Margaret's heavy round tits. His fingers crept across the sensitive skin and then stopped at her nipples, already red and hard and puckered. He squeezed the pink pad and watched it closely. Then he removed his hand and slowly, timidly moved his lips closer to those enchanting boobs.
Margaret sighed with satisfaction as she felt the lad beginning to work on her titties. One nipple disappeared into John's clinging lips and the woman writhed slowly and comfortably on the couch. He was almost on top of her now, his body screening out the fluorescent lights. And her hand was still on his cock, ready to guide it home into her waiting snatch.
She pulled at John's pants until they had been lowered to the boy's ankles and then gripped his prick again. John's head was still buried in her chest, his lips moving from one large tit to the other. Margaret pulled the boy on top of her, no longer in control of her passionate desires.
With the boy sprawled out on top of her, Margaret found it easy to bend his prick towards the entrance of her cunt. She was dripping wet already although he had not touched her snatch and her ash blonde pubic tresses were shiny with love juices as she felt the tip of his prick sliding home.
John did not move a muscle for the next few moments. It was the first time he had fucked a woman and his sense of triumph was not mitigated by fears of incompetence. Still, the woman seemed satisfied by his performance so far and his prick felt like it was going to burst with pleasure in another minute.
He looked down and followed the thick organ with his eyes as it vanished into Margaret's waiting cunt. He felt strong sphincter muscles closing down on him, seeming to draw him in deeper than ever. And then she was talking to him again, showing the boy what to do, encouraging him to fuck her harder.
Margaret closed her strong thighs around her young lover's hips, holding the boy as close as possible to her and refusing to let him withdraw an inch. She was full to the hilt with cock, could feel the stiff scepter throbbing in the deepest recesses of her vulva. But the boy still wasn't moving, still seemed to be totally ignorant about the mechanics of fucking.
"Pull it out a little and then push it in again," she whispered "Don't be afraid, it won't come out of me. You're too big for that. Go on, Johnny, don't be afraid to fuck me."
Shocking as it was to hear such language from a teacher, John found that he wasn't disturbed by Mrs. Dowler's words. He obeyed her with alacrity, feeling a deep burning sensation inside his rod as he withdrew it two inches from her tight snatch. He felt her pussy juice evaporating on the exposed portion of his cock and then took the plunge without hesitation.
Margaret sighed aloud as the boy began to fuck her. Nothing on earth excited her like making it with young boys, preferably inexperienced and bursting with the juices of adolescent desire. She tightened her vaginal sphicter once again and then decided that she might as well let herself go completely.
She dug her ass into the stiff cushions of the old sofa and then swung her lushly padded hips from side to side, creating greater pressure and friction inside her twat. John was likely to come soon, she knew, but it was no time to be cautious. Her cunt was on fire with need and sensual longing. A few more moments of stimulation and she'd be ready to celebrate her own climax.
"Do you like it, Johnny?" she moaned into the boy's ear. "Do you like the way your prick feels inside my cunt? I know you want me, know you want to shove that big thing into my snatch. You can do it, Johnny, you can fill me with come."
Her voice was slow and deep, hypnotizing the young student as he strived to do her bidding. John caught on quickly, soon learning that it was pleasant for both of them when he rammed his cock in hard and fast, hitting the bottom of her vaginal canal at the end of each powerful thrust.
The boy's breath began to come hard and fast, turning Margaret on all the more. She loosened the grip of her legs and allowed him to fuck her freely. Her eyes closed as Margaret yielded to John's quickening strokes. He was better than she'd expected, a perfect, virile young stud.
Margaret cupped her hands on the boy's hard, firm buttocks, driving his cock even deeper into her hungry snatch. One finger rubbed against his asshole just as her big, rounded tits pressed upward on the boy's slender, wiry chest. They were united by lust now, moving together toward a common goal.
"Mmmm, that feels so good, so fucking good," Margaret chanted. "Oh, shit, that's it, don't stop fucking me."
The boy had no intention of stopping. He was used to fucking now, able to serve his own pleasure with adolescent greediness. His prick moved faster and faster and he twisted his hips with every stroke, enjoying the sloshing sound that it made as it insinuated itself into the depths of Margaret's body.
Margaret looked up at her young lover and knew that it would all be over soon. His face was covered with sweat and every muscle in his healthy young body had begun to contract. His strokes grew harder and more urgent, almost painful, but she liked it that way, wanted him to explode inside her.
She stopped moving altogether, wanting to come with John, knowing that he needed no further stimulation to bring him over the edge. Still, her cunt muscles continued to clamp down on John's rod, refusing to relinquish the luscious joystick, massaging it in a way no man could have resisted for long.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH, oh shit, oh that feels so good," John panted. "It's happening to me now, I can't stop it. Here it comes baby, yeah, here it is. I'm COMMMMMMMIIINNNGGG."
One last thrust and he was ready, slamming his prick into Margaret's pussy and then letting it contract violently. In another second Margaret felt herself being laved from within, felt three separate jets of semen pouring into her cunt, mingling with her own fluids. She could smell the familiar strong odor of sperm, could taste the boy's sweat as it dripped onto her face.
"Don't stop, Johnny," she commanded. "Keep fucking me, don't take it out yet. I want to come with you."
John had no idea what she was talking about but there was no reason not to bide his mistress's words. His prick was still mostly erect and it felt great to have it buried in her fuck hole. He moved tentatively, sloshing around in the woman's dripping cunt and wondering what would happen to her next.
Margaret squeezed down on the probing prick harder than ever, knowing that her own orgasm was just seconds away. The boy's prick was going limp inside her but she minimized that by milking it furiously with her cunt muscles. And then it started, her orgasm, the release she needed so desperately.
"Yes, Johnny, yes I'm coming with you," she muttered. "Ummm, fuck me, fuck me harder. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, that's right, don't slow down, keep socking it to me. Yeah, that's right, all the way in. JOHN, JOHN, oh, AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!"
John tried to hold his position, feeling the woman writhe beneath him like a snake. It seemed impossible for a woman to be that strong, gripping his body with her legs, holding him in position with unyielding hands, trying to rip his cock off his body with the contractions of her insatiable snatch.
Her passion waned slowly and then John felt his prick being released, sliding out of Margaret's well lubricated slit. He rolled off the woman's body and then stood up beside the sofa, his prick standing straight out before him. He was still horny, still desirous of the passionate teacher.
Margaret stared at the boy, enjoying his confusion. It was so easy to read his mind, to know that he wanted her all over again. It would be fun to keep him waiting but that was out of the realm of possibility. She had wanted John for so long, wanted to feel his young cock sliding into her hungry body. Now that he had fucked her so well, the boy deserved a reward, deserved to learn that she had other orifices waiting to serve him.
"Stay right there, don't move an inch," Margaret instructed her avid pupil. "You have such a beautiful cock, Johnny, I just have to kiss it. You want me to do that, don't you?"
John nodded his head immediately. Blowjobs were more familiar to him, a kind of sexual activity that he had experienced before. It seemed incredible that this magnificent, sophisticated woman wanted to take his cock into her lovely mouth but he was too smart to question his good fortune aloud.
Margaret perched herself on the edg of the couch, finding that her mouth was perfectly level with John's semi-erect penis. She smiled up at the boy with her eyes and then took his rod in her right hand, guiding it with agonizing slowness closer and closer to her maddeningly parted lips.
John winced with surprise and pleasure as he felt her framing his rod with those soft lips. He looked away from the woman as he felt her tongue beginning to work him over. Inch by inch his prick disappeared into her hungry craw but Margaret was still not satisfied with her own oral performance.
She began to bob her head up and down on the stiff machine, slowly at first but then in an increasing tempo. Her right hand reached out and cupped John's balls, holding the tender spheres delicately and with care. But she had still not taken in the full length of his cock. It was so big, so thick, but she had to do it before he was ready to fill her with cream again.
She bent her head down in a single violent motion, gagging as the huge scepter protruded into the bottom of her throat. Her lips were soon pressed up against the boy's curly tan pubic hair while Margaret's teeth framed his base carefully. She held the position for a moment, feeling her nipples tighten with excitement as the boy shook and quivered above her.
John began to fuck her mouth a few seconds later. As long as the woman wanted to please him there was no reason to worry about her. Actually, it was quite pleasant to look down and see the teacher struggling with the thrusts of his huge cock, to hear her gagging and choking as she strove to satisfy his lust.
Margaret pressed her body up against the boy's legs, letting her tits be crushed against his thighs. She could feel his come dripping down her sleek thighs and knew that she would soon get a second dose of the acrid fluids in her mouth, a prospect that excited her lust all the more.
She ran her tongue up and down John's cock, licking every square inch of its taut dark skin. Margaret used her lips as well, compressing and loosening the thick labia, changing the pressure incessantly. Once or twice she yielded to impulse and bit gently into that delicious young cock.
John loomed over the woman, rocking his hips back and forth. His eyes were wide open now and he wanted to see everything. It was fantastic to watch those sweet lips pulling at his meat but even better when she used her tongue. His balls felt like they were going to explode but John held back his passion as long as he could, not wanting to end the sensual experience.
After another minute had passed, Margaret realized that the boy was holding out on her, struggling against her oral ministrations. It was a challenge that couldn't be resisted, a fight that would go her way sooner or later. She took in the full seven inches again, licking and sucking at her student's cock with growing frenzy, not letting herself rest for a second.
It was a new kind of education for John Stephan. At the age of fourteen he had just begun to learn his sexual potential. Now he was being turned on in a way that seemed almost dream-like. Margaret knew just what he wanted, was able to anticipate his needs, shocking and delighting him simultaneously.
Her lips, teeth and tongue combined together in a relentless assault. John felt the woman squeezing his balls, milking the soft orbs with her knowing fingers as if she wanted to wring the come out of his body. He looked down at his prick and saw that it was thicker than ever. The thick veins that lined its surface had darkened and were throbbing with blood.
He began to fuck Margaret's mouth again, breathing harder as his passion mounted to a crescendo. He was almost there, almost ready to come for the second time in ten minutes. Just a few more strokes of that maddening tongue and he would be ready to pour his love juices into Margaret's waiting mouth.
The older woman banged her head up and down on the thick penis. She tasted a drop of thick salty come and knew for sure that the boy was nearly there. She redoubled her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked the lovely rod. John's heavy breathing was proof that he would come soon.
John realized that it was useless to hold back any longer. His balls were ready to burst and his prick burned with a fire that could not be denied. He moved with short, choppy strokes, his prick bucking faster and faster into Margaret's mouth. Now he was there, ready at last to erupt.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH, don't stop," he screamed "You're killing me, Mrs. Dowler, you're driving me nuts. Shit, fuck, I'm going to come again. Oh fuck, AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH."
Margaret felt the boy exploding in her mouth, felt his thick cock contract wildly just as the juices began to flow. A river of come shot into her mouth with all the force of a water cannon. She swallowed the juices as quickly as they were produced but then the boy started to shoot all over again.
Another huge dollop of hot frothing sperm shot into Margaret's throat until the woman thought she was going to drown. Young boys were the best that way, she knew, able to produce gallons of the stuff, over and over again. She kept sucking at John's cock, pulling it with her lips, not to be satisfied until she had drained the lad's balls completely.
Finally his prick started to soften in Margaret's mouth. She allowed the heavy wand to escape her lips but then stuck her tongue out quickly, wiping away the last traces of semen. The cock was moist and shiny from her saliva but she had managed to get every drop of the thick, delicious scum.
"We have to get dressed and leave now," she told John, getting up from the couch and groping for her clothing. "I'd love to stay with you longer but it would be dangerous."
"That's all right," John concurred. "I got to be home for supper soon anyway. My folks give me hell when I'm late."
Margaret dressed herself quickly and heaved a sigh of relief as John followed her example. They were safe enough making it at school but it was getting late and she had to run home to meet her escort for the evening. It was frustrating to leave John for another man but she had no choice in the matter.
"You did like it, didn't you?" Margaret asked the lad as they prepared to leave. "I mean, I don't want this to be a onetime thing. I want you again, Johnny."
"Yeah, I liked it fine, just fine," John told her, puzzled by the woman's obvious insecurity. "We can make it again if you want. Shit, I can come here tomorrow. Is that okay?"
Margaret smiled and then kissed the boy good-bye. It was more than all right, it was just what she had hoped to hear, the kind of news that might just make her evening tolerable.
CHAPTER TWO
Margaret drove home through the sparse early evening traffic and contemplated her impending evening. Hard as it was to turn her thoughts away from the fourteen year old boy she had just fucked and blown, she had to prepare herself for James Hansen, the man she had been dating steadily for three months.
Ironically, James was the principal of her school, the last man Margaret should have been dating. A forty year old bachelor, he had befriended the pretty divorcee during the first week of the school semester. A man used to success, James had had little trouble in getting Margaret to go out with him.
As Margaret eased the car into her driveway she realized that it was not going to be an ordinary evening out, if they got out of her house at all. She had gone to bed with James the previous Friday night, giving in after months of resistance to his repeated and importunate sexual demands.
She hadn't intended to make it with James but after awhile it had been easier and safer to yield to his desires. James was a good looking man, intelligent, competent and evidently virile. Several of the other woman teachers were probably envious of her luck in hooking up with the school's chief.
But Margaret had let the man fuck her not from desire but boredom and convenience. Right from the start she had known that she didn't care for James, especially in a sexual sense. Men that age did nothing for her, nothing at all. Still, she had put out for him once and now he was going to want her again.
Sex with James hadn't been all bad, Margaret conceded as she entered her apartment. He had been a pretty good lay, well-hung, experienced and self-confident. There had been no romance or sentimentality in their sexual union, just a coming together of their bodies with mutually satisfactory results.
As Margaret ducked into a hot shower she finally allowed her thoughts to return to the pleasant subject of John Stephan. It was impossible not to compare the two men and the way she had responded to their caresses. And the comparison was in John's favor, there could be no doubt about that.
Aware of her own sexual proclivities for years, Margaret felt neither guilty nor surprised by her preference for John. Her marriage had dissolved over the issue of the younger boys she favored as bed partners. She had always liked them young, for as long as she could remember.
Of course she had struggled sometimes against her desires, especially after the shock of divorce. John Stephan was the first young boy she had seduced in over a year. But seduce him she had and that meant that she was going to continue along the same path. You could fight your desires for only so long and then they exploded on you, usually when you least expected it.
The doorbell rang just as Margaret finished dressing. She looked quickly around at her studio apartment until satisfied that it was as neat and orderly as always. A quick look at herself in the mirror and she was ready, painting a smile on her face as she opened the door and admitted James Hansen.
"Hey, you look gorgeous tonight," James declaimed after kissing Margaret briefly on the lips. "It's a nice dress but that's not what looks so good. I swear, you're absolutely radiant."
"Probably hunger pangs," Margaret answered. "Take me out to dinner, Jim. I'm famished, starved."
Margaret turned away from her lover, knowing that she had disappointed him. Jim was most likely used to women who yielded to him and then fell for him hard, whereas she could not help being cold to him even now when they were lovers. She'd put out for him again that night but wanted to wait a few hours first.
After dinner, James and Margaret walked back to her apartment, talking and enjoying the unusually warm fall evening. James put his arm around Margaret's shoulder and let his hand dangle just above her right breast. He quickened his paces as they approached their goal, knowing that in a few minutes he would get what he had been waiting for all week.
Back in the apartment, Margaret decided that it was futile to continue stalling. They were sitting together on a small couch and James had given up even the pretense of conversation. Now the man was kissing her, his thin lips pressed hotly to her shoulder. Now his hands were groping at her body.
Margaret arose from the couch and walked directly to her bed. Turning to face her lover, she began to undress, slowly and without apparent emotion. Her blouse fell lightly to the floor and then she kicked her skirt down around her ankles, standing before Jim clad only in stockings, panties and bra.
Jim was naked already, tall and strong and husky as he strode toward her. His cock hung down tilting slightly to the left, still flaccid but already filling with blood. His body was covered with curly black hair and his muscles tensed with every step. He was very masculine, very strong and virile looking.
Margaret reached behind her back to unhook her bra, throwing it onto the corner of the bed and then lifting her breasts in her palms, as if to erase the feel of the confining cloth. She peeled off her black-tinted panty hose, stretching long shapely legs toward Jim Hansen, and then finally she hooked her thumbs in her pink panties and drew them slowly to the floor.
Her hips bulged enticingly and the sight of her naked tits was enough to make Jim's cock spring to life. He sat down beside the woman and took her in his arms, crushing her in a hard embrace, feeling her tits pressing against his hirsute chest. He ran his hand along the curve of Margaret's torso, loving the feel of her smooth skin over soft, curvacious flesh.
"You're so beautiful, like a goddess," he whispered, pushing Margaret down until she was flat on her back. "Your body is incredible. I want you, Margaret, I want to fuck you."
"Do it," Margaret answered in a throaty whisper. She was not aroused yet but there was still hope.
Jim reached for the woman's tits, cupping both large globes in one beefy hand. He pinched Margaret's nipples with forefinger and thumb until the rosy stars had hardened and turned a darker color. He wedged one thigh between Margaret's legs, feeling the moist warmth of her twat against his skin.
Margaret allowed Jim to kiss her. Slowly, against her will, she was being turned on by the man's caresses. Her tits ached to be massaged more roughly and her cunt had started to water. As long as she didn't look at the man, as long as she could forget John Stephan, things were going to be all right.
Forcing herself to respond to her lover, Margaret reached down for the man's cock and balls. She smiled as her fingers touched his erection. Yes, she was attractive to all sorts of men, a beautiful and desirable woman. It was almost ridiculously easy to satisfy a man like Jim Hansen.
Margaret rubbed her lover's cock vigorously, wrapping the swollen rod with long, warm fingers. She slid the loose skin of the collar back and forth over the head, feeling the huge machine throb and jerk in her hand. He was almost ready to fuck her now, ready to stick that big thing into her fuck box.
Meanwhile, Jim had not remained idle. It would have been fun to sit there and let Margaret's fingers delight him but it was impossible to hold off on fucking her. His hand travelled down to Margaret's waist, smoothing the skin on her belly before sliding further down to her dripping blonde cunt.
Margaret stiffened momentarily as she felt Jim starting to work on her cunt. His thick finger reached expertly between the folds of her labia, pushing the blonde tresses out of the way. Then he was inside her, filling the opening of her cunt, massaging the delicate membranes slowly and knowingly.
His finger went in deeper, until it had disappeared to the knuckle. Margaret sighed with relief, still maintaining her grip on Jim's stiff prick. She was getting wet, getting hot and bothered, feeling her passion mounting by slow degrees. Then Jim touched her clitoris, sending a charge of electricity surging through Margaret's warm, voluptuous body.
Jim smiled at the ease of his conquest. Margaret played at indifference but now he had the gorgeous blonde just where he wanted her. His thumb pressed against Margaret's clitoris, causing the tiny organ to swell and fill with blood. She was dripping wet now, just about ready to be fucked.
He mounted the woman slowly, replacing Margaret's hand on his cock with his own strong fingers. Margaret lay back and parted her smooth thighs lazily as her lover loomed above her. She felt the head of his prick worming its way into her, separating her labia and pushing deep into her wet vulva.
Their bodies touched just as Jim penetrated Margaret to the hilt. His thick cock filled the woman to capacity so that it was impossible to move for the next few seconds. He began to rotate his hips slowly from side to side, widening the woman from within and listening happily to her groans of desire.
Margaret did not bother to move with her lover yet. She put her arms around Jim's back, letting her hands rest lightly on his hairy skin. She felt the man's prick pulling slowly out of her pussy until only the incredibly thick head remained inside her. But then he lunged forward again, penetrating her completely, hitting her womb with the tip of his long cock.
For awhile, Margaret found her thoughts returning to her fifteen year old lover, even to the point of imagining that it was his rock-hard prick that was being thrust so satisfyingly into her pussy. But, as her passion continued to mount, Margaret felt less of a need to fantasize.
There was no point comparing her two lovers because they were from different parts of her life. Her desire for one never detracted from the pleasure she received from the other. They were not in competition. They were not alternatives to each other but supplements in Margaret's sex life.
Margaret tightened her cunt around the stiff pole that was now gliding in and out of her pussy with ease, its path lubricated by the ample flow of her cunt honey. For the first time she felt really free with Jim, ready to let go and make proper use of his seven inches of stiff, thrusting cock.
As her pussy walls tightened around the thick cock, Margaret jerked her hips upward, pressing her pelvis against Jim's groin and driving his cock deeper into her hole than it had ever gone before. She smiled to hear her lover gasping with shock and continued to tighten her stranglehold on his prick.
Lifting her ass off the bed, Margaret clung to her lover like a snake, showing surprising strength as she writhed her body against him. Jim reached under her with one large hand and cupped both Margaret's buttocks in his hand. Soon his thick index finger was groping in the smooth cleft between her buns.
Margaret relaxed a little, letting her weight be suspended atop Jim's hand. She wiggled her hips until she felt his fingertip touching her asshole. Now they were really ready to fly, ready to do things her way.
"Put it in, go ahead, slide it into me," she moaned softly. "Yes, there, don't worry. Mmmm, come on, I want it."
Jim obeyed with alacrity, pressing the tip of his finger against the tight pink opening of Margaret's bunghole. The delicate orifice was moist from the overflow of her pussy juices and his finger slid in with surprising ease, evoking a deep feline sigh of contentment from his mistress.
Margaret squirmed on her lover's finger, almost forgetting the prick that was buried in her pussy for the moment. Jim let her have another inch and then shot the bolt home. Now she could feel both her holes being assaulted, with only the thinnest layer of flesh separating finger and stiff cock.
Difficult as it was for her to move in that constrained position, Margaret refused to give up. She rubbed her tits against Jim's chest, wrapped her legs around his sides, licked the man's thick, blood-suffused neck. And all the while she could feel herself getting hotter and closer to the point of explosion.
Her ass subsided back onto the mattress, which served only to drive Jim's finger deeper into her asshole. He wasn't moving much as he fucked her now but was still rotating his cock within her full pussy, stirring Margaret from within. She could not tell how close Jim was to shooting his own load.
But the man seemed able to hold out indefinitely. His cock never lost its rigidity, never stopped throbbing like a drum in the dark jungle of her cunt. Now Margaret's head was pressed into her lover's chest as she curled up against him. It was almost painful to be turned on so relentlessly.
Margaret continued to give as much pleasure to her lover as she had been receiving from his incessantly thrusting cock. She pulled at his chest hairs with her teeth and then slid one hand down his huge torso until her fingers had Jim's balls, those huge hairy globes that would soon give her what she wanted.
She squeezed Jim's balls firmly, knowing that the man was too far gone in his lust to object to a little pain. She could feel Jim's pulse in his balls as well as his prick and even in the finger that was still inserted part way in her asshole. The rhythm of his body was hypnotizing her, erasing Margaret's resistance, allowing her passion to rise to dangerous levels.
Margaret began to moan louder, letting out sustained howls of passion and frustration. Her movements became quick and violent and soon her urgency was transmitted to Jim, who began to attack her cunt with new strength and energy. His prick made a loud wet noise each time it careened into her pussy.
"Sock it to me, Jim, ram that big thing into me," Margaret demanded. "It's killing me, it's so big. I want it all, Jim, I want you to shoot that big thing into me."
But it was impossible for Jim to penetrate the insatiable blonde any deeper. His cock was hitting bottom at every stroke and his pubic bone was beginning to hurt from slamming into Margaret's pelvis. He wasn't ready to come yet and it would be a good idea to get Margaret off as quickly as possible.
He shrugged his shoulders and broke the grip of Margaret's arms around his back, then used his hands to pry her legs away from his hips. He pressed his weight against the voluptuous woman and then lifted up so that he could get at her tits. His cock continued to pound into her pussy.
Margaret felt her tits being assaulted more roughly than ever before. Her nipples ached but she forced them against the calloused tips of Jim's thick fingers. His pubic hair was now rubbing against her clitoris, providing the one last thing Margaret needed to erupt with passion.
"Yes, yes, keep doing it like that," she pleaded. "I'll do anything for you, Jim, anything if you let me come. Don't move, let me have your cock, please, Jim, keep fucking'me."
Jim continued to bombard Margaret's cunt with long deep strokes. The woman was like a banshee in bed this time, unlike their first evening together when she'd hardly responded to his fucking. And his own passion was beginning to get out of hand. He too wasn't far from the verge.
Margaret felt all the familiar signs of impending orgasm, allowing her to relax and let Jim do the work of fucking. His cock was almost numbing as it banged deep into her snatch, so thick that it had almost dried out her membranes. But now she could feel her pussy watering again, this time for real.
It was a sensation of burning that suffused all over Margaret's voluptuous body before being localized in her cunt and clitoris. Suddenly, after that brief respite of peace, she felt her muscles jerking involuntarily and then she began to move again, sliding her cunt along Jim's stiff probing prick.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH, JIM, JIM, JIM," she screamed. "Fuck me, please, yes, do it that way, do it aaaaaahhhhhh, do it again. Fuck me harder. I love the way your big prick fits in my cunt. Ooooh, right, hard, fuck me hard.
AAAAAAAHHHHHH."
Margaret continued to come and scream, experiencing one contraction after another in her spurting cunt. Each spasm of lust was stronger than its predecessor, almost causing her to pass out from a surfeit of pleasure. But she moved with her lover all the way, trying to wrest every drop of pleasure from the situation. She knew that Jim couldn't be far behind her, that his prick would soon be washing her with a new kind of fluid.
But his prick moved slower in Margaret's cunt and then she felt it sliding out of her, all the way, leaving her cunt feeling empty and betrayed. Then Jim rolled over until he too was on his back. He slipped one arm under Margaret's warm dimpled shoulders and kept her body pressed tightly to his side.
"Is something wrong, Jim?" Margaret asked a few seconds later. "Did I say or do something?"
"No, you were beautiful," Jim answered, his voice low and husky. "I just need a little rest. I guess I've had a lot on my mind lately, you know, school business and all."
At first Margaret's feelings were hurt. She and Jim had been having such a good time together and now he was pulling away from her and worrying about his job of all things. But it was obvious that Jim was truly preoccupied. He had been enjoying their fuck but now his body was tense.
"Anything I can help with?" she asked.
"It's those kids, those damned kids," Jim answered, breaking their embrace and rolling over onto his side. "Their truancy, their vandalism. I'm going to get fired one of these days because of some of those boys. Take that little bastard, Stephan, the one in your social studies class. Every report that gets written up about him reflects badly on me, on the whole damned staff."
"They can be a problem," Margaret concurred. "But they're not that bad, not even John. Actually, he's rather bright."
"Well, he's going to get himself expelled," Jim answered hotly. "And after that I can't imagine him ending anywhere but reform school. And you know something, I don't care, I'd really like to see that kid behind bars. I might just help him along."
Margaret tried to keep her face blank. She had to end the discussion immediately before any suspicion came into Jim's mind. The thought of John getting into that kind of trouble was an all too easy thing to imagine, but she didn't dare intercede for the boy. If their sexual relationship were discovered it would be the end for them both, in no uncertain terms.
"Forget about those little monsters," Margaret said, forcing herself to smile. "I'll help you forget, darling. Come on to Mama, she's got something real nice for you."
Margaret rolled over, shifting her weight agilely until she and Jim were lying head to foot. She looked at her lover's cock and saw that it was still hard, still swollen to the point of bursting. She hoped that Jim would take the hint quickly and get to work on her pussy, sixty-nine with her.
She was not disappointed. Before Margaret could get her lips against Jim's tumid rod she felt the man's large, leonine head being wedged between her white smooth thighs. She felt a thick wet tongue brushing against her vulva and then tracing its way along the edge of her dripping labia.
She parted her lips and then closed them tightly around Jim's cock, inhaling at the same instant so that her cheeks hollowed. She ran her tongue along the come-slit and then the rest of Jim's penile crown, sucking for all she was worth, still afraid of their recent brief colloquy.
But Jim seemed to warm to her caresses instantly. His prick somehow got stiffer between her lips, seemed to thrust deeper into Margaret's mouth of its own volition. She felt her lips stretching to take in the huge weapon and soon her jaw felt like it was going to be dislocated.
But Margaret continued to lick and tongue the heavy wand, knowing that Jim was likely to pop his load fairly quickly after the way she had fucked him. And it felt good to have the man's tongue inside her pussy, even though she herself wasn't likely to celebrate another orgasm this time around.
Margaret squirmed, pressing her tits against Jim's midsection. He was licking her clitoris now, attacking the tiny, hypersensitive gland from every angle. His tongue was. insinuating, insistent, finding her weaknesses and exploiting them without pity. But he was hotter, closer to orgasm than herself, Margaret knew, anxious to empty his semen into her waiting mouth.
Leaning her head forward, Margaret took in more and more of that huge prick, relishing every inch of it. She traced its veins with her agile tongue, coating every inch of the taut skin with her warm saliva. She had to swallow it all, get the full seven inches of rigid meat into the depths of her throat.
She achieved that a few seconds later, driving her head down and keeping her throat open wide, feeling the tumid tip sliding deep within her. It was impossible to breath but she had done it, could feel her nose pressing into Jim's tangled black pubic hair. Then she allowed him to withdraw, slowly and carefully.
Margaret could almost taste her lover's come already, though his prick was still dry and throbbing only slowly. She used every combination of lips, teeth and tongue, sometimes shocking her lover by her daring and total abandon. She had to get Jim off, drive the thought of her young lover from his mind.
Now Margaret was able to ignore the tongue working on her own genitalia. It felt nice and warm to have Jim inside her but he was almost ready to shoot. She swished her long pink tongue along the length of his rod again, knowing that her saliva was dripping off the prick and down onto Jim's balls.
Staring down at Jim's prick she could see that it had turned darker than ever, filled with pulsing blood that caused the veins to bulge dangerously. She closed her eyes again and blew the man with every bit of concentration she could muster, knowing that the battle was almost won.
Then she could sense that he was coming. No come had entered her mouth yet but Jim's prick was beginning to vibrate with desire as she bounced her head up and down on it. He moved with her once or twice but then kept his prick stationary, gathering his strength for the impending eruption.
Margaret kept the first four inches of Jim's prick firmly in her mouth as the big cannon started to fire. The first dab of come shot into the back of her throat, soon followed by a second, more copious discharge that filled every crevice in her mouth to the point of spilling from her lips.
But Jim's prick remained motionless, allowing Margaret to down every drop of his warm seminal fluids. The stuff seemed especially thick and acrid, hard to swallow, very powerful in its taste. Finally, after the third stream had filled her mouth, Margaret felt her lover's rod starting to soften. She had done it, managed to bring the worried man to orgasm.
"You can stop doing that, Jim," Margaret whispered a few moments later. "I can't come again, at least not now."
Jim gave up the struggle, lying flat on his back again, smoking a cigarette and staring up at the ceiling. Margaret knew that she was safe in that he had forgotten her comments about John Stephan. But still, it was nervewracking to be with a man who intended to hurt her young lover.
"It's no good, Margaret," Jim said a few minutes later. "I hate to behave like this, but I'm going to go home and leave you. It wouldn't be fair to you as long as I'm so preoccupied. I've got to work these things out for myself."
Margaret did not argue with her lover, perfectly glad to get rid of him for the night. She had had enough of men that day and wanted to think things over before she fell asleep. She helped Jim dress, promised to be home for his call the next day and then got into bed as soon as he was gone.
CHAPTER THREE
Margaret fell asleep quickly, before she had a chance to think her problems through. Up early the next morning, she showered, made herself breakfast and then tidied her apartment. It was a Saturday and she didn't have much to do, other than to wait for Jim Hansen's promised telephone call.
Sitting in her favorite armchair, Margaret sipped a glass of wine as she thought things over. It was a strange coincidence that Jim had mentioned her lover John Stephan the previous night but not nearly so dangerous or threatening as she had first imagined, when he had taken her completely by surprise.
There wasn't much chance that Jim would find out about her affair as long as she observed the simplest forms of caution. John was an independent-minded young lad, hopefully smart enough not to brag about his sexual conquests. Nor was he likely to take up much of her time or demand to see her evenings.
Thus, she could divide her attentions between the two virile studs, keeping each ignorant of the other's position. But that was the least of her problems. She couldn't let John Stephan be expelled from school, had to find some way to get the boy she loved out of the pattern he had formed for himself.
That was what she had intended to do in the first place, what she had already tried to impress on the wild boy. Now it was imperative that she reach him, make him understand that his whole future was at stake. It wasn't going to be easy with Jim Hansen around, watching her every move.
Once again she had landed in a difficult spot. Margaret forgot the present and allowed her thoughts to drift back a year and then further back. It was time to confront herself again, to take stock of her way of life. Things were at a serious pass and she could not afford to let herself relax mentally.
She had always liked young boys, that was the fact which Margaret had to start with. In college she had always liked them young, much to the amusement of her classmates. As long as she herself was young, that was all right. It was only as a married woman that her real troubles had begun.
Margaret had married three years after graduating teacher's college. She had known William Dowler during her senior year and they had kept sporadic contact. A chance encounter had started them dating and eventually Margaret had agreed to marry the handsome accountant who was three years her senior.
The first few years of their marriage had been satsifactory. William was a virile man, a good husband, a steady worker. His earnings allowed Margaret to take a year off from work, during which time he had suggested that she have a child. Margaret had vetoed that idea instinctively, knowing somehow that her marriage would come to grief sooner or later.
Boredom had set in slowly and imperceptibly. William's disappointment over her refusal to have a child had resulted in a slacking off of his passion and the time Margaret spent alone in their apartment began to weigh heavy on her mind. Something had to happen, some change had to be made in her life.
It had happened quite suddenly and much to Margaret's surprise. One afternoon she had met Carl Garret, a fifteen year old boy who delivered groceries for the local supermarket. She had admired Carl during their few meetings, taken by his black shiny hair, deep set brown eyes and trim athletic figure.
Their affair began on a blazingly hot summer day. Margaret had been loafing around the house in a pair of shorts and a brief halter top, sweltering and wondering what to do with her day. Carl had staggered in under three bags of groceries and she had asked him to sit down and have a cold soda.
Then they had begun to talk and Margaret could not help being flattered by the boy's obvious admiration. His eyes ate her body alive but he was too timid to meet her own stare, too unsure of himself to take what was being tacitly offered to him. It was up to Margaret to make the first move.
It represented the first instance of infidelity to her husband but at the time Margaret hardly thought about that. She had sat next to the boy, talked to him soothingly, insinuated herself into his confidence. Then she had found some excuse to touch him and the real fun had begun. Within ten minutes, Margaret had led the boy into her connubial bedroom.
It was necessary that day for Margaret to be the aggressor, a role she quickly came to relish. The boy had been so young, so completely innocent that he had no idea what to do with a woman. Seated on the bed, Margaret had kissed the boy, had taken his hand and pressed it into her cleavage, had then removed her halter to give him an unimpeded view of her tits.
Then he had responded, burying in his face in Margaret's boobs and sucking greedily at her huge pink nipples, dragging them one after another into his eager young mouth. Margaret knew that she would not get far with the boy that day. It was too soon to think of taking his virginity.
But there was nothing to stand between her and the boy's cock, to prevent Margaret from giving Carl his first blowjob. She reached for the boy's crotch, touching it lightly with her fingers, satisfied that he was already in a state of erection. So far he didn't seem terribly frightened of her.
The boy allowed Margaret to open his pants and then pull his prick out, freeing the stiff scepter from its confining garments. To her surprise, he had turned out surprisingly large, a good six inches long. Margaret smiled as she fondled the boy's prick, knowing that she had him in her power.
She had rapidly dropped to her knees before Carl, who remained seated on the edge of the bed, with his pants down at his ankles and a look of pleasure and confusion on his handsome young face. His prick was staring Margaret right in the eye, stiff and curved and totally irresistible.
Margaret introduced the prick into her mouth slowly and lovingly, caressing it with her lips and then rubbing her tongue against the swollen crown. The big scepter jerked in her mouth and after a few seconds she was able to taste a few drops of thick salty come pearling at its very tip.
Then she had pulled out all stops, turned on as she had never been before. She was with a young man, perfectly innocent and desirable, putty in her amorous hands. She sucked Carl's prick deep into the back of her throat, knowing that it would not be long before he filled her with come.
Her head bobbed up and down gracefully, taking in more cock with every stroke. She reached down and fondled her young lover's balls, showing Carl the time of his life. The boy was breathing heavily, confused and delighted at the same time, unable to believe what the gorgeous woman was doing to him.
Margaret had been almost jealous of his innocence. Everything was new to him, full of surprises, shockingly sensual and gratifying. She rammed her head down on his prick and then pulled away so that it was almost dislodged from her oral cavity. She was in complete control of the situation, as excited as her lover, hardly able to service his prick to conclusion.
Even now, two years after the start of their affair, she could be turned on by thinking about Carl Garret. She remembered how her tits had been pressed against the boy's thighs, how his prick had gone deeper and deeper into her throat, how he had moaned and panted with every good mouth movement.
Carl had certainly turned out to be a virile young stud. Once over the shock of having his cock sucked by a woman ten years older than himself he had taken Margaret's oral ministrations as his due and relished every minute of her blowjob. Eventually he had even reached down to hold Margaret by the hair, making sure his prick stayed buried deep in her throat.
And Margaret had been more than happy to service him. Her lips and tongue moved incessantly and then she let her young lover's cock slide away from her mouth. Holding it by the base she examined the stiff, throbbing scepter lovingly, knowing that it would soon be ready to void its juices.
Margaret protruded her tongue and began to run it slowly over the head of Carl's prick. The thick tube was already coated with saliva, bending slightly at the middle, thick and totally unyielding. She darted her tongue out like a snake, flicking it all along the length of its long, thick target.
"It's so big, so beautiful," she muttered to Carl, still rubbing the prick with her soft hands. "I want you, Carl, I want you to come in my mouth. Are you ready, Carl?"
The boy refused to answer, standing above the woman, his face flushed with desire. He watched Margaret carefully as she worked on his meat. Her lipstick had smeared all over his rod, making it darker and redder than ever. Soon he would be able to give the seductive woman her reward.
"Take it back into your mouth," Carl commanded his mistress. "I think I'm going to come in a little bit."
It was the first time he had spoken to Margaret since the woman had started to suck his dick. Margaret held the stiff rod firmly in her right hand and then guided it back to her lips. Her mouth was watering with anticipation. She was ready to pull out all stops in satisfying Carl's passion.
The head of his prick fitted snuggly back into Margaret's mouth. Margaret pressed her body closer to the boy, rubbing her tits enticingly against his balls and ass but her mouth, her lips and tongue, drove the boy to a state of sexual frenzy.
He began to fuck Margaret's mouth, tilting forward and wedging his cock deeper into her throat. Margaret gagged at first but soon became accustomed to Carl's violent ways. The rougher he was, the better she had turned him on. She could hardly wait for the inexperienced lad's climax.
Margaret used every trick in her book, thinking for a moment that she would come herself. Every nerve in her body was on edge and she was alert and vital in a way that was new to her experience. Her tongue continued along its orgasmic course, never ceasing to enflame her sex partner's cock.
Carl could stand it no longer. He rammed his prick in for the last time and then let it rest against the base of Margaret's straining throat. His balls tightened against his body and then his prick started to spew, jerking violently as it expanded in Margaret's mouth. Three separate streams of come poured into her before Margaret was able to stanch the flow.
"Oh shit, you're killing me," the boy moaned. "I never felt anything like this before. OOOOOOHHHHHHH, damn it, don't stop. Suck it some more. AAAAAAEEEEEIIIIIII!!!"
Margaret continued to service the huge organ long after it had begun to wilt in her mouth. She loved the taste of Carl's thick come, rolling it around in her mouth, sloshing it between her teeth and letting some of it dribble down her chin before swallowing the bulk of the fluids.
Then Carl stepped back, pulling his prick away from her still clinging lips. He was practically afraid to look at Margaret kneeling there before him, come drooling down from her chin and forming a puddle between her huge, heaving tits. It was like a dream come true, a fantasy made flesh.
And that had been just the beginning of then-affair, Margaret remembered, a union that got better and better until ending with a bang. At first she had chided herself for her adultery, had tried to stay away from the teenager who had awakened her sexual passions so suddenly and dramatically.
She had even called Carl at work and insisted that they not see each other again, but even in the middle of her speech Margaret knew that she would weaken. Sex with her husband had become a travesty, devoid of satisfaction. Only the neophyte caresses of her young lover could turn Margaret on.
And so their affair had continued. William seemed to spend more and more time at the office, giving Margaret all the free time she needed. Carl would show up after school, during his working hours, whenever the opportunity arose to spend time with the woman who was directing his sexual education.
They had gone through every position in the book together and eventually Carl had become as much a sexual connoiseur as his older mistress. He was ready to try anything in bed, always eager to learn new ways to turn her on and to satiate the lust that never seemed to leave his healthy adolescent body.
Their meetings became more frequent, to the point where Margaret felt she could not live without her young lover. But at the same time, her relationship with William had become perfunctory. She had no interest in the man, no respect for him, at times hardly seemed to notice his existence.
It was hard to avoid feeling contempt for William when she was using his house for her love affairs. And Margaret grew more careless, not bothering to hide tell-tale traces of her lovemaking, no longer worrying that William might call or come home early when she was in her adolescent lover's embrace.
One summer afternoon she and Carl sat together in the kitchen, he drinking a coke and she finishing a vodka martini. They had fucked once that day and she had blown Carl but it was obvious that the boy wanted more.
As Margaret stood before the refrigerator, bending to dislodge another can of soda from the lowest shelf, Carl came behind her, pressing his pelvis against her big, irresistible ass. She could feel his hardon bulging behind the thin fabric of his summer pants, knew that he wanted her all over again.
Margaret sighed with desire as she felt the boy lifting her short skirt and then pulling her silk panties down to her shapely ankles. Then she heard his zipper opening and heard Carl pulling his prick free of his underwear. Soon she could feel his fingers groping between her thighs.
The boy located her cunt and wasted no time in forcing two of his fingers into that enchanting love chute. Margaret began to drip with pussy juice, talking to her lover, telling him to hurry up and fuck her. It was late and Carl should have been far gone but she couldn't stop now.
She swayed her dimpled buttocks from side to side, trying to draw Carl's fingers deeper into her hungry snatch. Her fingers reached around, groping blindly for the boy's meat. Then Carl stopped fingering her, moving his hand away and a few seconds later replacing it with his swollen erection.
Margaret remained poised before the open refrigerator door, cooled by the swirling breezes that emanated from it. It was hard to be fucked bent over like that but she was willing to make the sacrifice, willing to do anything to have Carl's cock thrust violently and repeatedly into her pussy.
The boy entered her, leaning his weight forward and then resting his weight against Margaret's big, soft ass. Her legs were parted and he could feel the older woman's pink asshole rubbing against his flesh. But he was in her now, concerned only with getting his rocks off, knowing that Margaret would be with him, lunging, gyrating, serving her own pleasure.
Carl's prick slid easily into Margaret's well lubricated snatch and he was able to watch it vanish from view one inch at a time. Then he felt his balls slapping against Margaret's thighs, their muscles pulled tight by the position she had assumed. Now he too was being cooled by the refrigerator.
Margaret groaned with passion as she felt him slide the bolt home. She was full of cock now, could feel every square inch of her pussy membranes beginning to tingle as Carl's cock reamed her out. She could feel the big thing vibrating within her, although Carl couldn't be anywhere near coming.
No, Carl's prick stayed hard for a long time, too long as it turned out. The boy pulled back for a moment and then slammed his way in again, hearing Margaret's cunt juices splash as he plunged into her. He reached around her fleshy torso and then forced his hands down the neckline of her filmy summer blouse, determined to get at his mistress's tits.
"Go on, fuck me harder," Margaret urged him. "I love to have that big, sweet thing inside me. That's it, darling, fuck me good, let me have it right. Fuck me, Carl, shove it into me."
"I'm going to fill you with cum," Carl muttered. "Don't worry, mama, you'll get it real soon."
Carl stepped up the pace at that point, feeling well in control of his passion. You could never tell what was going to happen with Margaret. She had his number all right, could turn him on at will, but for the moment his prick felt solid and strong. He would enjoy her clinging cunt for a good long time.
Within a few minutes Margaret was able to move fearlessly, despite her position. She shoved her ass backward into Carl's muscular midsection and then clamped down on his prick with her pussy muscles, holding the stiff rod in place as she slowly gyrated her smooth, fleshy hips from side to side.
Carl stopped moving, perfectly willing to let Margaret do all the work for a while. He watched her ass, saw the incredibly smooth skin of her buttocks stretch as she moved. And he continued to play with Margaret's tits, naked now in his hands. His fingers pinched her nipples roughly, causing Margaret to stiffen but then firing her lust and making her beg for more.
The big tits weighed heavy in his hands, full as well as protuberant. Her soft pink nipples had always turned him on and did so now when he could feel but not see them. Her tits were almost too big to hold onto but he turned the trick, keeping his prick buried stationary in the depths of her hole.
The two lovers became oblivious of everything outside their sweating hypersensitized bodies. Humping and grinding together they made a game of it, turning each other on and then slowing down again before reaching the point of no return. It seemed that their perfect fuck could go on forever.
But it ended, suddenly and shockingly, if only for a few moments. Margaret never knew when she became aware of another presence in the room. Certainly before her young lover, but there was no way to know how long they had been watched. She tried to pull away from Carl but by then it was too late.
Standing between the door and their naked bodies was William Dowler, brief case in hand, his lips parted slightly and his eyes intense though hooded by their lids. Carl seemed to vanish into the woodwork, stepping silently toward the living room and leaving Margaret face to face with the interloper.
"I don't know what to say, how to explain," Margaret stammered. "I mean, I don't know, what should I say?"
"I'll do the talking," William answered sharply. "I don't care who that boy is. I don't know where you met him and I don't give a shit. But if you think I don't know what's going on around here and for how long you're sadly mistaken."
"But why didn't you say anything?" Margaret asked, now more confused than humiliated. "Did you really know?"
"You haven't been terribly discreet," William answered. "I didn't know it had come to this, I'll admit that, but I've been thinking things over. You don't want me. God knows what you want, I suppose that poor boy in there."
"No, I want you, want to save our marriage," Margaret answered, hardly recognizing her tiny, fearful voice. "Really, darling, I'll do anything you want."
"No you won't," William told her, smiling indulgently. "Look, I'm going to walk out of here. If you come with me, and I'll even wait a few minutes for you, we'll talk it over. But you won't, not while that kid's around for you to fuck."
Margaret watched her husband walk slowly out the door. She stared around the room, started to fix her clothing and then froze in her tracks. William knew her better than she knew herself. She couldn't leave Carl even if it meant the end of her marriage. For better or worse she had made that decision long ago.
Her marriage was over, shot, and along with it her whole way of life. All that was true but it hardly bothered her at all. Now that William was gone he was already fading in importance from her consciousness. Again she was aware of present reality, manifested by the demands of her unsated lust.
"Carl, Carl, get back in here," she shouted. "Get your ass in here I say. He's gone, you don't have to hide. Carl, please come back to me. We're not done. I need you."
Carl appeared in a few seconds, pale and silent but with his hard-on undiminished. He stood framed in the living room doorway, wanting Margaret but afraid to approach her. He started to talk and then stopped. It was all above his head. He had to get away from the woman, soon if not right now.
It was simple enough for Margaret to entice the boy to fuck her again in the position in which they had started. She left her post by the refrigerator and walked slowly toward the boy, swiveling her lush hips and smiling broadly. Her movements were lascivious, provocative as she bent down before him.
There was nothing for Carl to do but take his rigid cock in hand and guide it back into Margaret's waiting snatch. He still wanted the woman, at least this one last time, and there was no point fighting his desires yet. No sane man could have resisted Margaret at a time like that.
Their passion returned as if it had never been interrupted. Carl began to move his prick rapidly, slamming it full length into Margaret's inviting snatch. His body was cushioned against her soft round buttocks as Margaret waved her arms in the air as she sought to maintain her balance.
Eventually she bent further so that her palms were touching the floor. The strenuous position didn't bother her for a second. Carl's prick had taken care of that, anesthetizing her to all other sensations. She was almost ready now and figured that Carl couldn't be very far behind her.
His cock filled Margaret to capacity. She slid back and forth on the long, curved scimitar and felt her fluids starting to flow more copiously. Then she felt her muscles stiffening, felt her cunt clamping down hard on the probing prick. She was there, ready to erupt, having her climax.
"I'M COMING, I'M COMING," she wailed. "Keep it fast, make it hard. Oh shit, I can't stop, it's happening to me. AAAAAAA, yes, that's it. I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm COMMMMIIIINNNNNGG."
Margaret's cunt vibrated around the prick that was filling it to capacity, driving her lover wild with passion. The boy sustained her orgasm, deafened by Margaret's screams, his nostrils filled with the sharp odor of her cunt secretions. He was getting there himself, just about ready to join her.
Carl pulled his prick back and then slammed it in again, twisting his hips and fucking Margaret as hard as he possibly could. It was the last time he would ever fuck the woman and it didn't really matter what he did to her. Margaret could take it in any case, the rougher it was the better she liked it.
It was all Margaret could do to keep from falling on her face as her lover pounded his prick mercilessly into her dripping pussy. Her orgasm was over and now it was hard not to think about what she had sacrificed. But still, he was turning her on, she loved every single thing Carl was doing to her.
Finally the lusty lad could stand it no more. He stared down at Margaret's ass, still hypnotized by that undulating flesh, and saw that his prick had turned almost black. It's veins bulged in a distorted pattern of lust. He could hardly breathe now, could do nothing but wait for his balls to explode.
One last vicious stroke and he was there, rivetting his cock in the bottom of Margaret's fuck hole and then letting the fluids fly. His balls contracted and he felt a double shot of semen spewing into her cunt. Holding his position he continued to shoot, all the while screaming his passion aloud."
"A A A A A A A AAAHHHHHHHHH, damn it, fuck, I'm coming. Yes, Margaret, I'm coming. Oh, yes, it feels so good to be inside you. Here it comes, Mama. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!"
Margaret felt the juices shooting into her, washing her pussy and then seeping out again, dripping down her shapely thighs all the way to the knee. Her lover's prick wilted inside her twat and then was quickly pulled away from her. She stood up slowly, tired suddenly, feeling ten years older. Now that their fuck was over there was no way she could avoid thinking about the end of her marriage.
It came as no surprise to Margaret that William followed through on his plans for divorce. It all happened cleanly and efficiently, most of the work being done by lawyers. In a year they were legally free of one another and Margaret had decided to make her own living as a teacher.
What was hard to adjust to was desertion. Despite her calls Carl refused to visit her, even though she was now living alone. Margaret tried to entice the hot-blooded boy, pleaded with him, humiliated herself, but all in vain. Carl was through with her. His first sexual experiment was definitely over.
A year of work had followed, during which Margaret had seen few men. She had not neglected her sexual needs altogether but had stayed away from young lovers and from any serious relationship with older men. Then she had transferred schools, met Jim Hansen, yielded to her old weakness and found herself sitting home alone, wondering why she was so eager to hear from Jim.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next month passed quickly and rewardingly for Margaret Dowler. Her relationship with Jim Hansen continued to flourish in a way that was non-threatening and easy to handle. Jim seemed content to date her only on weekends and despite her worries had not pressured Margaret into making a committment.
It was clear in Margaret's mind that Jim would want a more serious relationship eventually, might perhaps ask her to marry him some day, but for the present he seemed satisfied to spend one or two nights a week together. And their sex life had been good, far better than she had dared to expect.
If anything, Margaret felt that she was getting a surfeit of sex. Unlike her first young lover, John Stephan was not scared of her sexuality. He would come to her room after school and with every meeting he seemed to grow more mature and erotically sophisticated, better able to satisfy a lusty woman.
But that was something she had expected all along. After a year of partial celibacy Margaret had chosen her lovers well. Neither man seemed to suspect the existence of a rival and both seemed dedicated to turning her on in bed. Things seemed almost too good to be true, especially in John's case.
John had surprised Margaret by keeping up his end of their bargain. He showed up in class every day, on time and prepared for her lessons. His grades improved dramatically and he had long since stopped being a disruptive element in her class. She had been right about John. He was a good student after all, an exceptionally intelligent and imaginative young man.
As she waited for John to join her in the deserted classroom, Margaret could not help thinking of her last conversation with Jim Hansen. He too had noticed the change in the boy's attitude and had praised Margaret's efforts in helping him. It had been hard for Margaret to demur but she had, insisting that the boy's other teachers had done as much for him as she.
Margaret fixed her make-up as she waited, staring at her face reflected in a small compact mirror. It didn't seem possible but she looked younger and prettier. Her complexion was rosy, her eyes bright and twinkling. Even her body seemed more sensual and voluptuous from the good fucking she had been getting.
"Here I am," John announced, stepping into the room and carefully locking the door behind himself. "Hey, how did I do on that last test? Did I pass? I worked real hard for that one."
"You did very well," Margaret replied. "Third highest grade in the whole class. I'm very proud of you, Johnny. I know you've been working hard just as you promised."
John examined his test paper and Margaret found it hard not to laugh at the boy's pride. A month ago he was on the verge of expulsion and now he had become one of the best and most enthusiastic of her students. And now that they were together again she intended to reward the lad's labors generously.
"How did you do it, John?" Margaret asked the boy. "Have you been working at home, in the library? You know, my whole class seems to be following your lead."
"I haven't been doing anything special," John told her. "I mean, I've done my homework and sometimes I study with some of the other kids, even on the weekends."
Margaret stared at the boy closely, wondering why his voice had sounded so nervous. It seemed as if he were keeping something from her but perhaps she was being unfairly suspicious. As long as he did his work, in bed or out, she had nothing to complain about. For the moment she would put her suspicions on the back burner and enjoy the boy's passionate attentions.
Margaret undressed herself quickly, knowing that there was little time to waste. She and John had been careful in their lovemaking and so far had operated in perfect safety. It was frustrating never to be able to spend more than an hour or two together but it was a compromise that couldn't be avoided.
Standing naked before her young lover, Margaret watched the handsome lad strip himself to the skin. His prick was hard already as it emerged from his underwear, dark and filled with pulsating blood. His trim body was as muscular as ever, his skin pure and unblemished. As they sank onto the old couch together Margaret knew just what she wanted to do with the boy, just how she was going to extend his erotic horizons that day.
But all that could wait, especially as John seemed more anxious than ever to get into her that afternoon. He wrapped his right arm tightly around Margaret's naked shoulders and then kissed the older woman, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth and pressing his thin lips passionately against her.
They held the kiss for a few moments and then Margaret felt the boy going for her tits. She shifted her position slightly, giving John a better angle at those tantalizing boobs. His fingers went right to work on her sensitive nipples, stroking and fondling the soft pink tissue, turning her on immediately.
He had come a long way in their month together, Margaret decided, had become a consummate lover without losing any of his adolescent passion and enthusiasm. No older man could get her that hot and bothered, not even a man as virile as Jim Hansen. It looked like another good afternoon for both of them.
Then the boy's head was lowered to Margaret's chest and she could feel his lips affixing themselves to her big soft tits. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, stretching it almost painfully until it had darkened and puckered between his lips. Margaret remained completely passive, letting the boy do all the work, knowing that she was in good hands with her young lover.
She felt his hand sliding down her midsection, stroking and caressing her soft pale skin. Soon his fingers were cupped around Margaret's blonde bush, separating the golden tresses and working their way into her dripping vulva. She was wet already in record time, all prepared to service the lad's throbbing meat.
Margaret sighed contentedly as she felt the boy's index finger sliding easily into her twat. It got even better as he brought his thumb into play, rubbing it vigorously against her clitoral hood until the tiny sensitive organ had emerged. He had her number all right, knowing just what to do.
John finger-fucked the glamorous woman for a few minutes, dividing his attention scrupulously between vulva and clitoris. He loved it when Margaret's passion would mount slowly to the breaking point. Incredible as it sounded, he was in control of things, completely dominant over the horny teacher.
"Hey, let's do something different," he suggested, letting his finger emerge from Margaret's vaginal bath. "Let me turn you on with my tongue, just like you do to me."
"You don't have to do that," Margaret answered, catching her breath. "It's nice of you to offer but it isn't necessary."
"I want to do it," John told her petulantly. "Don't be a drag, Mrs. Dowler. It sounds like you don't want me to learn anything about fucking. I'll do it right, I know I can."
It was an offer that Margaret was powerless to refuse. Cunnilingus had never been her favorite form of sexuality but the thought of having the boy's talented tongue exploring her cunt was delightful in the extreme. Before she could say another word the boy had sunk to his knees before her.
Margaret leaned back into the sofa and parted her ivory thighs as wide as they would go. She watched John as he wedged his head into position, placing his hands on the tops of her thighs. Then she moaned with anticipation, feeling the boy's tongue seeking out her opening. He was inside her now, exploring her pussy with a long, wet pink insinuating tongue.
"MMMMM, yes, that's it," Margaret encouraged her lover. "You don't have to do it so fast. Nice and easy, oh yeah, just like that. You're making me very happy, darling.
John worked his tongue in deeper, lapping up Margaret's ample pussy juices, feeling his prick getting harder as he turned the voluptuous woman on. He would fuck her soon enough but for now was perfectly satisfied. The better he turned her on, the better she was likely to treat him later.
He removed his tongue from Margaret's twat, relishing the spicy taste of her aromatic cunt juices. His tongue travelled slowly along the rim of her labia, causing Margaret to squeeze her thighs around the lad's head. From an inexperienced lover he was doing one hell of a job pleasing her.
And then he attacked Margaret's clitoris, pressing the tip of his tongue against the tiny button as he surrounded it with his broad lips. Again and again his tongue swished over the aroused, blood-engorged clitty, to the point where Margaret felt she would come before he got around to fucking her.
"That was pretty nice, wasn't it?" John asked, removing his tongue from the redolent clit. "I knew you'd like it."
"It was beautiful, Johnny, just amazing," Margaret told him. "It's like you've been doing it all your life. Do you want me to blow you now or should we just fuck?"
John did not bother to answer his mistress in so many words. He arose from his knees and then joined Margaret on the couch, pushing the woman's broad dimpled shoulders until she had sunk down among the cushions. Brandishing his stiff prick proudly in his right hand, he wasted no time in getting down to business.
Margaret kept her eyes closed, hardly noticing John's cock as it glided into her body. It was strange that he had volunteered to eat her out but that was nothing to worry about, especially with the little surprise she had planned for him. In any case, she was too close to orgasm to worry about anything else.
The stiff rod penetrated her in a single motion, filling Margaret's pussy to the brim. She felt John's coarse pubic hair irritating her labia but that turned her on all the more. Then she began to move with her young lover, squeezing her pussy muscles and churning her hips from side to side.
John kept his head buried in Margaret's chest, still sucking on her luscious pink nipples. His hands slid up and down her torso and then moved under her ass, bringing their bodies even closer together. To her delight, Margaret could feel the boy's finger pressing lightly against her asshole.
She wrapped her legs around John's waist and let him lift her off the mattress, showing surprising strength for a boy of fourteen. In that position they could hardly move at all but it was good enough to feel that stiff scepter throbbing inside her. All she had to do now was wait, wait for the pressure of that big, thick cock to bring her over the verge.
John let go of the woman's ass after giving her buttocks one last squeeze. He had learned a lot about sex in the last few weeks and could tell that she wasn't far from orgasm. He too was getting close to the point of eruption and it was time to step up the pace, give it to his mistress good and-hard.
They moved together, gracefully and with total precision, not saying a word to one another. The classroom was stuffy and overheated but Margaret loved it when her lover perspired, his body oiled and more beautiful than ever. She felt a burning sensation deep inside her pussy at that point, a sure sign that fulfillment was just around the corner.
It was nice to be fucked that way, hard, vigorous, with no hint of things slowing down. It was as if she could read John's mind, feeling the same novelty and excitement. He was keeping her young, reviving her passion as an older man could never do, fucking her powerfully and with increasing vigor.
Now the boy had raised himself up onto his outstretched arms, balancing his weight on splayed palms. His prick went in deeper than ever, skewering Margaret on the long thick pole. She could feel his wiry young muscles contracting with each stroke but then her orgasm began, suddenly and with overwhelming passion.
It was dangerous to give vent to her cries of lust but there was nothing Margaret could do to prevent it. Her eyes rolled up so that only their whites showed and then she started to moan. Her cunt closed down on John's prick so that the boy could not move an inch until her orgasm had run its course.
"YES, YES," Margaret whined, her voice tight and choked. "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, I never knew it could feel so good. Keep fucking me, Johnny, keep socking it to me. I love you, darling, yes, yes, I do. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, oh John, don't stop. I need you. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Her cunt contracted violently, producing a river of thick fluids, bathing John's prick from base to crown. Margaret started to move again before her climax ended, knowing that the boy wasn't far behind her. She had to turn him on, show him as good a time as he had shown her.
Able to thrust his cock in again, John fucked the older woman with abandon. His hips jerked at the end of each stroke and he bucked his body harder and harder as if trying to drive her into the couch like a nail. His face was drowning in sweat now, showing Margaret that he was almost there.
But still he did not come, having learned that sex got better the harder he tried to put off his orgasm. His prick moved faster, almost coming out of Margaret's cunt and again he worked on the woman's tits, biting into her nipples, not caring if her cries were of pain rather than passion.
One final stroke and he was there, lying rigidly against Margaret's heaving torso and keeping his prick motionless. Margaret tilted her head up to kiss her lover, sucking his tongue deep into her mouth. Now she could feel the boy's prick exploding inside her, could feel one contraction after another wreaking havoc in the depths of her dripping twat.
"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH, here it comes, Mama," John shouted, his voice cracking as he celebrated his climax. "You did it to me again. OOOOHHH, yes, yeah, let me fuck you some more, I can't stop, shit, I'm coming again. AAAAAAAEEEEEEEIIIIII!!!"
Margaret was not surprised to feel that her young lover's prick had stayed rigid and expanded even after he had washed her canal and then leaked out again slowly, over the thick scepter that had produced them. And he was still fucking her, driving the huge organ in with undiminished lust.
He pulled out a few seconds later, sitting next to Margaret, too overcome with lust to say a word. Margaret kissed the boy and then reached into her pocketbook for a tissue. She wiped the vestiges of his wad of come from her thighs, making sure that none of the fluid spilled onto the couch.
"It just gets better and better," John told her a few moments later. "Every time I fuck you, you come up with something new. Is it always going to be like that?"
"Damn straight it is," Margaret answered. "In fact, darling, I have a real surprise for you, something I know you've never done before. And I know you'll like it, too."
John stared at the older woman, not bothering to hide his confusion. He wanted to fuck Margaret again and knew that the woman was not likely to let him down after her promise. But it was impossible to imagine what she had in mind, what new position or technique she would teach him this time around.
"It might sound a little funny to you," Margaret continued, "but trust me, John, I'll make you happy. I want you to fuck me from behind, in the ass. Do you want to do that?"
"What do you mean?" John asked, his face a mask of alarm and suspicion. "We can't do that, it's impossible."
"No it isn't, angel," Margaret answered, smiling indulgently. "What you have to do is get behind me and make me wet and then do it very slowly. You can trust me, John, you know that."
"But it's going to hurt you," John insisted. "I don't want to do that. Why would I want to hurt you."
"I can take care of myself," Margaret answered, her voice rather curt. "Look, Johnny, I've never failed to please you before. Just do what I say, will you please."
Margaret regretted both her words and tone of voice immediately. She sounded just like a teacher, the kind of authority figure she had always hated. She smiled at John and then kissed him again, cradling his head in her soft round arms. It was not too late to make things up to him.
Instructing her young lover each step of the way, Margaret quickly dropped into position, going down on her hands and knees on the floor. John stood back a foot or two from her and examined the woman closely. Her ass was absolutely gorgeous, round and firm and shapely. Between those two snowy buttocks he could see her cunt and asshole, each pink and warm and inviting.
"It won't taste bad," Margaret promised. "Just put your tongue in like you did to my cunt. Get me good and wet and then you can fuck me. Go ahead, darling, don't worry."
John took a last look at his voluptuous mistress before hurrying to do her bidding. His cock had wilted part way but he knew that it would spring to life again as soon as he was with her. He crouched down behind Margaret and ran his hands over her soft buttocks, moving his fingers closer to her asshole.
The tiny pink orifice was irresistible. He explored it slowly and timidly but then with growing confidence. All the while, Margaret continued to urge him on, ordering the virile young lad to work his finger into her anal crevice. In another moment or two he would at last be inside her bunghole.
John winced slightly as he bent his head forward and slid his tongue out of his mouth. He touched it against the rim of Margaret's asshole and was relieved to find that the tight little aperture tasted as good as her cunt, already swimming in the overflow of her secretions, almost ready to be fucked.
He got into the new mode of lovemaking quickly, bending his tongue until it was doubled and then jamming it as deep as it would go into that little fuck hole. His nose rested comfortably in the cleft between Margaret's ass cheeks and he could feel the woman squirming her buttocks against him.
Soon Margaret's asshole was dripping with saliva and pussy juice, dilating and contracting around her lover's tongue. John began to get excited at that point, having overcome his fears of anal sex. The woman was tight there, incredibly snug, but he would get into her somehow, in just a few minutes.
"You can put it inside me now," Margaret told him, her voice low and husky. "Go very slowly, just a little at a time. I'll tell you if you're hurting me. Go ahead and do it."
John removed his tongue from Margaret's asshole and then got into position behind the voluptuous blonde. His prick was stiff already, hard as a bar of structural steel. Still, it did not seem possible to fuck her that way, to wedge six inches of hard cock into that tight anal sleeve.
He pressed the tip of his blood-engorged cock against his mistress's bunghole and then leaned his weight forward, watching as he wormed his way in. The rim of Margaret's asshole stretched to accommodate him and the head fit in with little difficulty. She was wet and tight inside just as she had promised.
Inch by inch his pole slid into the woman's well lubricated anal slit. For a moment Margaret thought she had made a mistake. She had not taken it up the ass for years and John's prick seemed too huge for her to handle. But she had promised the boy anal sex and she was not going to give up without a fight.
"All the way in, don't stop," she told him. "It feels fine and I want you so badly. I'm all yours, Johnny, darling, you can cornhole me as hard as you want."
John continued to fuck the woman slowly, still not fully sure of himself. Finally his cock sank in to the hilt and Margaret could feel the boy's pubic hair rubbing against the thin skin of her buttocks, could feel his pendulant balls slapping lightly against the backs of her warm thighs.
"Don't move it in and out yet," Margaret told her lover. "Go from side to side until it gets looser."
John did as he was told, stirring the woman from within, rotating his thick cock from side to side. Her asshole gripped him so tightly that it was painful but he persevered, knowing that he would enjoy the novel experience before long. And she was loosening up now, was able to take him easily.
"Fuck me, shove it into my asshole," Margaret told her lover. "I want it that way, good and hard. Come on, Johnny, I know you want to ram it into me. Do it to me, Darling."
The pain had begun to diminish and Margaret smiled wickedly as she felt John's prick beginning to do its thing deep in her dripping asshole. Each stroke seemed to go deeper than the last, remodelling her body from within. It felt as if he could have lifted her and carried her around the room, suspended on the tip of that incredibly thick pulsating cock.
John fucked the woman harder and faster, feeling his own lust building frantically. He had never dreamed of making it with a woman that way but it was everything Margaret had promised and more. She was so tight, so sleek and clinging inside that it was hard not to shoot his wad then and there.
But the passionate teenager had no intention of ending his first experience with anal sex that quickly. He removed his prick so that only the head remained inside her asshole and then leaned forward from the waist, driving it in again to the base, feeling his balls contract as they produced another wad of cum.
He placed his hands on Margaret's soft white buttocks and squeezed the luscious flesh until it had formed a channel for his cock. Amazingly she had started to move with him, actually contracting her asshole from within, moving her hips from side to side, doing whatever she could to increase his pleasure.
Then John separated the ripe buttocks, watching his prick glide in and out of his mistress's asshole. It was weird but incredibly stimulating, turning him on as never before. Now he was fucking her fast, still being careful but allowing his passion slowly to gain the upper hand.
His balls were slapping up against Margaret's white skin with every lunge, causing the woman to cry out with lust. She was beginning to dry out from within but the whole thing was likely to be over soon. Her lover was young and passionate and no man could have held out on her for very long.
John continued to ream out her asshole, seeing that the veins had come out on the surface of his cock, a sure sign that he was almost ready to blow. He relished every inch of the woman's anal channel, now stretched out to the point where he could fuck her without fear. Then he reached around and grabbed Margaret's tits, wanting them in his hands when he exploded.
That happened just a few seconds later. Overcome with passion and power, John rammed his cock in with increasing power. He stopped short and left it buried to the base, feeling his balls contracting against his groin. Then it happened, the orgasm, the explosion both lovers had been waiting for.
Squeezing Margaret's tits brutally, he let his balls void their long-pent juices, feeling Margaret's contracting around him for the last time. He refused to move an inch, keeping his cock deep inside her as it pulsated with lust, as the thick saline fluids poured precipitously outward.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, shit, fuck, I can't stop," he screamed. "I'm coming, Margaret, I'm finally coming, right in your asshole. Yeah, fuck, I'm coming. I'm COMMMMIIINNNGGG."
Margaret was practically knocked over by the force of her lover's orgasm. Dry and tight as her asshole had become she welcomed the thick soothing fluids, feeling them bubble deep inside her. She was tired now, tired and sore, but she had turned the trick, taken John's prick into her asshole.
They dressed themselves a few minutes later and Margaret kissed the boy more passionately than ever. He was the best lover she had encountered in her entire life and now she had him in her power. He would be back for more, would want to fuck her again. There was no way the boy could resist her.
CHAPTER FIVE
After smoking grass for half an hour, her first experience with any sort of drugs, Margaret was almost able to forget. It had been a long day, certainly one of the worst in her life, but for once she was doing something to counteract her dreary, depressed mood, rather than sit around moping.
The day had started well enough until she had lunched with Jim Hansen in the teacher's cafeteria. During the course of their conversation he had brought up John Stephan's name out of the blue, telling Margaret that her favorite pupil had backslid into his usual habits and was again in danger of expulsion.
Margaret had managed to preserve her cool, hearing Jim out without betraying a trace of emotion. The story was simple enough. Despite his improved academic performance the boy was in trouble again. It seemed that he had a girlfriend, another student at their school, a girl who was now evidently pregnant.
Margaret had heard the story out and then somehow managed to get through the rest of the day. She was supposed to meet John after class but had hurried home instead, having no intention of speaking to the lad again. His betrayal had ruined their budding relationship once and for all.
It was hard for Margaret to know if she was more disappointed or jealous of her young lover. He had never said a word about having a girlfriend, had never even hinted at it. It was a blow to her ego to imagine him wanting another woman, especially some pretty young thing from the student body.
Once home, Margaret mixed herself a strong drink and tried to think of something to do with her evening. Anything was better than sitting home alone mulling over her failure, thinking about how John would neglect his studies again and how much she was going to miss his virile lovemaking.
Margaret had changed into casual clothing and gone out to take a walk. She had ended up outside a discotheque, the only one in town, watching the youngsters enjoy their Friday evening. Then, following an impulse, she had gone in and a few minutes later had struck up a conversation with a table full of high school students, none of whom she knew personally.
Two boys in particular had claimed her attention, Dexie and Roger. They had come to her table together, quite bold and unembarrassed, and begun to question the newcomer. Both boys were young and quite handsome, both had long stringy hair, ragged clothing and the look of young degenerates.
At Margaret's suggestion they had retired to her apartment. Once there, the two boys had pulled out a handful of marijuana cigarettes and offered them to Margaret. Distracted and unhappy as she was, Margaret had taken the grass gladly, hoping that it would have a numbing effect on her bruised emotions.
At first the grass had no effect on Margaret other than to make her thirsty but then she had felt herself starting to relax, to enjoy the two boys' company as well, fascinated by their argot, their clothing, everything about them.
Roger had turned on her stereo and found a station playing the same kind of loud, hard-driving music she had heard in the discotheque. Margaret got up and danced with Dexie, the shorter and probably younger of the two boys. Between grass and alcohol she was finally beginning to feel human again.
The music seemed to get louder, echoing off the walls and throbbing inside Margaret's head. Now both boys were dancing with her, laughing aloud and occasionally making comments that she could neither hear nor understand. They were a strange pair but Margaret had taken to them from the start.
Another joint went the rounds and then Margaret found herself sitting on the couch with the two boys on either side of her. Her face was flushed and she was sweating but her mind was still reasonably clear, clear enough to know that the two boys wanted more from her than her company.
"Hey, are you really a teacher?" Dexie asked, pushing his hip against her. "That's too much, too fucking much."
"He wouldn't know," Roger explained. "Hasn't been in school for years. Me either I guess, though I show up once in a while. You're far out for a teacher, you really are."
Margaret took it as a compliment and smiled at the two boys. She was getting more stoned with each passing minute, inhaling deeply on every joint and refilling her glass with strong drink. And she was getting turned on being with the boys. That was the most important thing of all.
Compared to these two, John Stephan was a perfect little angel. At least he showed up at school once in a while. But Dexie and Roger seemed to have no interest in life other than hanging out in discos, drinking, getting high and listening to the loudest, most grating music she had ever heard.
But they were a pair of good looking adolescents, just the thing Margaret needed to lift her spirits. She leaned her body against Dexie and smiled openly as the boy put his arm around her shoulders. They were taking the hint quickly and it looked like the good times had just begun.
At that point, Roger leaned over and kissed Margaret's neck, sucking on her tender skin with thick chapped lips. Margaret shuddered from his caress and then felt Dexie's hand touching her tits. She closed her eyes and relaxed, parting her lips as one of the boys kissed her on the mouth. They seemed to know what she needed, seemed willing to give it to her.
Margaret felt eager young hands pulling at her clothing as she kissed one of her lovers. Loud rock music still blared in her ears but no longer bothered the woman. She was happy now, having forgotten her unfaithful lover, John. The night was young and Dexie and Roger were turning her on.
Within minutes she was naked and decided that the three of them could not possibly make it on the cramped couch. She rose to her feet with some difficulty and then walked directly to her bedroom. The two boys followed with alacrity, not nearly as stoned as Margaret but just as aroused sexually.
Margaret lay on the bed and watched as the boys struggled out of their clothing. She felt her cunt starting to water in anticipation of their impending orgy, the first in her experience. For some reason she was not bothered by that fact, which was buried somewhere in the back of her mind.
Then she was joined on her double bed by both lads, one of either side of the voluptuous naked woman. Again, four hands explored her luscious body, covering every inch of her skin with their avid caresses. Margaret responded as well as she could but the grass had robbed her of all coordination.
It had not robbed her of erotic sensitivity. Each time the boys worked her body over Margaret felt herself getting hotter. Her tits ached with passion and her cunt was beginning to contract even though it had not yet been touched. Her face was red and hot and her skin had started to flush. She could hardly wait for the lusty lads to fuck her.
Eventually Margaret returned to full consciousness. She reached out and touched Dexie's prick, which had been pressing for the last few seconds against her hip. The boy was hard as a rock already, throbbing palpably in her hands, his prick a good six inches of lusting meat.
Margaret held it in one hand and stroked the thick scepter lovingly. She felt the blood pulsating in the interior of the shaft, then tickled the swollen head with her finger-tips. All the while, Roger was working on her tits, sucking one luscious pink nipple after another into his hungry mouth.
"Suck it, go on take it in your mouth, Big Mama," Dexie told her. "I know you can give me a good suck-job with those sweet lips of yours. Suck it good, Mama."
Margaret rolled over on the soft, comfortable mattress, happy to do her young lover's bidding. Roger's lips were soon pulled away from her tits but she knew he would be back there soon enough. For the moment she had to give Dexie her best blow-job, show the young stud the time of his life.
As Margaret took the tumid shaft into her mouth she felt Roger attacking her from behind. Down on all fours as she was, her cunt gaped open invitingly before the lad's staring eyes. Margaret stiffened as she felt the boy's fingers slowly exploring her labia. Roger was an experienced lover and seemed to know just how to turn a lusting woman on.
Then his finger slid between Margaret's labia just as she had begun to suck off the other lad in earnest. Her lips closed around Dexie's rigid rod and she swished her tongue over its taunt skin, feeling the big thing throb in her mouth. Already she could taste a few drops of his warm salty cum.
Her mouth watered copiously as she strove to stimulate the lusty lad. Margaret lowered her head at that point, taking in a full five inches of cock, so that only the thick hairy base stayed outside her soft lips. She felt strong and sensual, fully able to please her two lovers until they begged for mercy.
Meanwhile, Roger had continued his exploration of Margaret's dripping blonde pussy, working his index finger into the last knuckle. The woman was surprisingly tight, contracting greedily around his finger. Soon he would replace it with his thick, throbbing prick.
The three lovers locked their bodies in position. Just as Margaret was getting used to handling both boys simultaneously she felt Roger working on her clitoris, expertly tickling and fondling it with his middle finger. That turned her on more than ever, drove her mad with lust and desire.
Roger worked on her clitoris for a full five minutes, manipulating the tiny organ with knowing adroitness. His finger was soon covered with pussy juice and he could hear the older woman breathing hard. His other hand was being used on his own prick, stroking the already rigid wand slowly.
Margaret's head moved up and down on the other boy's cock, bathing it with a lather of warm spit. She let it slide out of her mouth and then licked it from base to crown, using long slow strokes of her warm tongue. The boy seemed ready to come but he was still trying to hold out on her.
Then Roger stepped up the pace, deciding that Margaret was ready to be taken. He got behind Margaret and arranged his body so that his stiff prick was poised at the entrance of her snatch. Then, leaning slowly forward, he pushed his prick between her labia, entering Margaret in a single thrust.
"Here it comes, Mama," he moaned in Margaret's ear. "I'm going to fuck you know, shove my big cock right in your twat. You like it, I know you like it, you slut."
His words turned Margaret on but nowhere as near as well as the feel of Roger's tumid cock. The magic wand slid effortlessly into Margaret's pussy and then hit bottom, one of the longest cocks she had ever serviced. He was not thick but it was easy enough to contract her vaginal sphincter around his meat and create tremendous pressure and friction inside her body.
Now Margaret had to handle two pricks simultaneously, a difficult proposition for the inexperienced woman. At first she gagged and choked on Dexie's thick organ, feeling it slam against the bottom of her throat. And Roger was fucking her hard and fast, keeping the confused woman totally off balance.
But Margaret soon learned to control their action, dividing her attentions between the two turgid cocks that were penetrating her body repeatedly. She ground her ass into Roger's midsection and then sucked Dexie's cock deep into her throat, feeling a surge of confidence and mounting passion.
Roger kept his cock rooted in her cunt for the next few seconds, loving the feel of her clinging, contracting vaginal tissues. It was the first time he had ever made it with a woman Margaret's age and he was beginning to regret the omission. She was dynamite, an incredible, beautiful woman.
He reached around Margaret's body and began to fondle her clitoris once again, locating the swollen organ with his index finger and caressing it roughly. It was just what Margaret needed. For a while she had neglected her own needs but now the boys were turning her on in a way that could not be resisted.
Then Dexie reached down for her tits, making things even better for Margaret Dowler. She felt as if an army of men was making love to her, caressing every erogenous zone in her magnificent body. Thoughts of John and Jim Hansen were banished from her mind. All she could concentrate on was the passion that was now effecting her every nerve in her body.
She squirmed her body from side to side and then pushed her head forward, taking in the full six inches of Dexie's rigid prick. She held the thick scepter in her throat for a few seconds and then relinquished it reluctantly. The boy seemed ready to come and she wanted to enjoy him for a while longer.
Roger stepped up the pace again, ramming his cock full force into Margaret's dripping snatch. His balls were swollen with come and he knew that he too could not hold out much longer. His prick bucked in and out of Margaret's twat and he watched her sucking Dexie off, which turned him on even further.
Dexie rammed his prick back into Margaret's defenseless mouth, knowing that the end was in sight for him. The woman had given him an incredible blow job, the best he had ever experienced. Now he was going to shoot his load, fire a wad of hot frothing lather right between those clinging lips.
One more lunge and he was there. Margaret felt the huge tube contracting violently and then she was wetter than ever, swimming in a bath of come. She heard her lover yelling his lust aloud as he filled her mouth and for the moment forgot about the other boy who was still fucking her lustily.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH, here it is, baby," Dexie groaned. "I'm coming, Margaret, right in your fucking mouth. Swallow it, bitch, get it all. Oh yeah, that's right. AAAAAAAEEEEEIIII."
Margaret gulped down the juices as fast as the boy could secrete them, pleased that she had turned him on so intensely. She loved the taste of Dexie's come, warm and acrid and salty. Finally the lad's passion began to wane and he withdrew his prick reluctantly from her still churning lips.
Now Margaret was able to concentrate on the other lad, the one who was still whaling his cock into her pussy. Her own orgasm was not far off but there was always the chance that he might beat her to it and leave her high and dry. A few seconds later Margaret realized that her worries were groundless.
Each powerful thrust of Roger's long slender cock brought her that much closer to a climax. Her cunt was tingling with desire, the muscles expanding and contracting of their own volition. And Dexie was still working on her tits, a sure way to drive the woman into a frenzy of desire.
Margaret knew that her time had come. There was no point delaying the inevitable or trying to exert any control over her raging lust. She stopped moving, letting her lover do all the work. Then, at last, she found the release she had been seeking, an orgasm that now seemed long overdue.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH," she shouted, drowning out the loud music with her cries of passion. "Fuck me harder, Roger, give it to me good. That's it baby, you're making me come, all over you, all over your prick. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!"
As Margaret came she felt her lover coming with her, ramming his cock in one last time and then letting his juices free. Their fluids mingled, as did their loud cries of fulfillment. It was over a few seconds later and Margaret could feel his come seeping slowly out of her cunt.
They relaxed for a few seconds after that and the boys lit up another joint, which Margaret accepted happily. Now that she was used to grass it seemed a fine aphrodisiac, relaxing her and sensitizing her cunt and tits. She felt strong, desirous, ready to take on both boys simultaneously once again.
Lying on the bed, Margaret watched the two boys conferring on the other side of the room. She saw Dexie reach into the pocket of his trousers and pull out a few pills. The boys swallowed the pills surreptitiously and then rejoined her on the bed. Margaret wondered if she should say anything about it.
She decided to keep her silence, not really wanting to know what the two adolescent derelicts were up to. They could have been drug addicts for all she knew, criminals, perverts anything at all. But that didn't matter, not as long as they continued to drive her wild with their combined erotic attentions.
"That was really nice," Roger told her. "We thought you were kind of straight but you're all right, Margaret. We ought to make it again, get into something really wild."
"Sounds good to me," Dexie chirped in, smiling broadly. "But I think we did just about everything already. How about it, Mama, you come up with something new?"
Margaret thought things over for a minute but couldn't concentrate enough to read her own desires. Anything the two horny boys did to her was bound to be good, bound to turn her on. She let them lie on either side of her and decided to trust to instinct, to let whatever developed come to pass.
The two boys began to fondle her again, their hands touching every sensitive part of her voluptuous body. Then they brought their tongues into play, eating out Margaret's cunt, licking at her big soft tits, working their way into her asshole. Things were getting better and better for her.
Margaret lay on her side, abandoning herself completely to the combined caresses of her two lovers. The boys had obviously been through that sort of thing before. They seemed to work as a team, but without saying a word to one another. In a way she was the innocent and they the experienced voluptuaries, despite the wide disparity in their ages.
She pressed herself against Dexie's torso, feeling the lad's cock stiffen beside her. Roger was still making it with her from the rear, tonguing her asshole furiously until his saliva had begun to drip from that tight little aperture. Margaret had a pretty good idea what was going to happen next.
In another minute she felt Dexie entering her, working his prick slowly into her twat. It was difficult to unite their bodies lying side to side that way but she stretched one leg and curled the other against Dexie's legs. Then she could feel the insatiable adolescent starting to prong her.
It didn't take long for Margaret to accommodate herself to the unfamiliar position, all the while feeling the other boy lubricating her asshole with his long wet tongue. Then she felt Roger's finger reaming her out, exploring her asshole, still quite gentle and smooth as he worked his way in.
A few minutes later he replaced his tongue and fingers with his cock, stiff although she had not had a chance to touch him. Margaret knew that it was not going to be easy to take it in the cunt and bunghole at the same time but she would do it anyway, show the two boys she was capable of anything.
Soon both boys had sunk their cocks in to the hilt, one in Margaret's asshole and the other in her cunt. For the next few seconds she could not move at all, could do nothing but lie there and try not to be torn to pieces by the two thrusting members. But then she began to adapt to the new form of penetration, enjoying it more than she would have imagined possible.
She began to move with her two lovers, enjoying the feel of their cocks. Only the thinnest fold of flesh separated the two cocks and Margaret once again felt as if she were being gang-shagged. They were pressed tight against her so that it was hard to breath but that didn't slow her down at all.
It was like a dream come true for Margaret, two irresistibly handsome and sexy adolescents working their lust out on her willing body. They seemed to be timing her strokes, sometimes alternating, sometimes ramming into her simultaneously. Whatever they did seemed to fire her passion with tremendous intensity.
And their hands continued to explore Margaret's body, greedily pulling at her tits, stroking her hips and buttocks, squeezing her flesh with increasing violence. She had come but a moment or two earlier but now she knew that it wouldn't be long before her body was wracked by a second climax.
The telephone rang and Margaret almost laughed at the absurdity of the interruption. It hardly mattered who was trying to reach her. He or she would have to wait, would never know why she failed to answer. No, for now she could deal with only one thing at a time, two things counting both boys.
Both boys began to fuck her harder and faster and Margaret did everything in her power to keep up with them. She wiggled her shapely ass from side to side, used her hands on the boys' balls and asses, kissed Dexie, ground her hips with violent lust. She knew that her orgasm was coming soon.
It was a little painful to have the two heavy cocks banging in and out of her twin orifices but Margaret would have died before complaining. This was what she had always wanted, the culmination of all her sexual desires. She hoped it would go on forever, until they were all too weak to continue.
She rubbed her tits against Dexie's chest, feeling her nipples contract and harden against the boy's smooth skin. Roger was still cornholing her but he was working on her clitty as well, teasing the tiny organ, causing Margaret to moan with lust. She was sure that he would come before Dexie but it was always possible that all three would have their orgasms together.
As it turned out, Margaret was the last to come. She felt overwhelmed with erotic stimulation, to the point where her head began to swim, but it was impossible for her to find release yet. The boys were ramming into her with abandon and she realized that both were reaching their points of endurance.
Dexie was the first to fire his wad. He shoved his prick into Margaret's cunt, grunting aloud with his final effort. Then she felt his rod going off deep inside her snatch, spewing its juices, lathering her copiously. He came three times and still his prick stayed hard, buried deep inside her.
And Roger's prick seemed to be harder than ever, sliding in and out of her with wet sloshing sounds. The boy was almost on top of her now, twisting Margaret's body mercilessly. But it would soon be over, she knew, as soon as the two of them had managed to celebrate their long awaited climaxes.
"OOOOOO, fuck, fuck," he shouted. "You're so tight, so nice back there. I love your asshole. It's coming now, honey, I'm getting off. AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
As the come cascaded into her pussy Margaret felt the onset of her second orgasm, a bone-wrenching release that left her weak and shaken. Her cunt contracted over and over again around Dexie's slowly wilting prick, mixing its own juices with his recently expelled semen, still not completely satisfied.
Margaret moaned and screamed with her lovers and then it was all over, probably the best fuck she had ever experienced. The boys pulled themselves away from her and then they relaxed together on the bed. Margaret looked at her alarm clock and was shocked to see that they had been making it for a full two hours, not the few minutes she would have guessed.
"We got to split now," Roger told her. "We got a lot of shit to do tonight. If you want to see us again, you know where to find us, we're there most of the time."
"I'll be back," Margaret promised them. "But do you really have to go? You could stay all night if you want."
But the two boys refused Margaret's invitation, leaving her alone in her quiet apartment. Margaret showered and then took a drink to bed, hoping that she would be able to fall asleep quickly. She had had a good time with Dexie and Roger but it had been a disturbingly decadent experience.
She was asleep ten minutes later, more tired than she had expected. Her dreams were chaotic that night, peopled with all sorts of strange characters and configurations. But she awoke refreshed the next morning to the sound of a ringing telephone.
CHAPTER SIX
Margaret Dowler experienced a severe emotional let-down after her orgy with Dexie and Roger. Returning to school the following Monday, she was not surprised by John Stephan's absence. News travelled fast in a school, she knew, and in any case she had broken their last date.
As far as she could piece the story together, Margaret knew that the boy's girlfriend, one June Goodwin, had skipped class for a full week recently. When her parents were notified it emerged that the girl had been ill and seeing a doctor on her own, refusing to explain matters to her family.
There had been some sort of scene in the principal's office and June had then confessed the possibility of pregnancy. Her parents had agreed to keep her out of school until all the medical evidence was in. Most important, June had implicated John Stephan after a round of forceful questioning.
Margaret wanted more details but refused to give vent to her curiosity. She was through with John, for one thing, and had no reason to bother with his fate, and undue curiosity on her part could conceivably backfire. Her love affair with the lad was something to be kept clandestine indefinitely.
However, Jim Hansen was willing enough to talk about the matter, often to Margaret's chagrin. It was no fun to be teased by Jim, to be told that her project of reforming the boy had failed. Of course the knowledge that Jim was unaware that she and John had been lovers offered some inner consolation, but the whole situation was something she wanted to forget.
Despite the passionate fulfillment she had experienced while making it with the two new young lovers, Margaret did not try to locate them again. It was impossible to get out of fucking Jim Hansen once a week, but aside from that a period of chastity seemed to be the safest course for her to follow.
After work, Margaret would go home and keep busy reading, listening to music, doing housework and occasionally visiting her few female friends. She slept poorly and found herself waiting eagerly for her next vacation, when she would get as far away from her various lovers as possible.
Exactly two weeks after her scene with Dexie and Roger, Margaret sat home reading and watching the clock, knowing that it would be hours before she could sleep. To her surprise, the doorbell rang. She answered the bell and found herself face to face with a young girl whose face looked slightly familiar, undoubtedly a student she had seen once or twice.
She invited the girl to come in and while asking her name noticed that the pretty young creature was very nervous and uncomfortable. Once the girl introduced herself as Jane Goodwin things fell quickly into place in her mind.
"I know who you are," Margaret told the girl, leading her to a seat. "But why did you come here? I don't know you, I can't do anything to help. I just don't understand."
"I know I shouldn't have come," June confessed, coming close to tears. "Johnny'd kill me if he found out. But the thing is I know all about you two."
"You know about us?" Margaret repeated, trying to control herself. "What could you mean? John's a student of mine, of course, but I can't imagine what he's been telling you."
At that point the girl did burst into tears, her pretty face churning and her skin flushing bright red. Margaret looked at her closely, unable to control her jealousy. She was so pretty, so damned young, such a good match for John.
"All right, June," Margaret told the girl. "You know about us, which isn't exactly pleasant as far as I'm concerned, but what am I supposed to do about it?"
"Well, if I am pregnant it's really your fault, at least a little bit," June snuffled. "John kept bragging about you, telling me all the stuff you did together. And I had to do the same things or why should he go on seeing me."
June blushed furiously and this time Margaret felt an onrush of sympathy for the poor child. Despite that pretty face and precociously voluptuous body, the girl was a mere child, one who had been taken advantage of. And it had been partly Margaret's fault, there could be no doubt about it. If nothing else, she had neglected to consider such a possibility.
Margaret sat on the arm of June's chair and tried to comfort the wretchedly unhappy young beauty. She continued to question June and learned that the girl had still not received the results of her pregnancy examination. The agony of suspense was obviously tearing the girl to pieces.
Margaret cradled the child's head on her breast, stroking June's long silky blonde hair and talking to her soothingly. She kept her opinion of June to herself, since it would only make the girl that much more miserable. But somehow she was going to make the boy pay for what he had done to the both of them.
As June snuggled against her, Margaret could not help being turned on. June was a gorgeous little creature, with her bright blue eyes, turned up nose, thin wide lips and creamy white skin. And her body was even better, featuring a full set of firm uplifted tits jutting out from a slender, bird-like chest, flaring hips, a tight shapely little ass and long legs covered with a fine patina of a yellow down.
The girl's head was pressing against her tits, as if seeking the comfort of a mother. Her tears ran freely down Margaret's cleavage the girl's hands were hot and exciting as they clung to her neck. Then, before she could stop herself, Margaret kissed the enchanting creature full on the lips.
June looked at the older woman with surprise but at the same time her mouth opened and she allowed Margaret's tongue to penetrate her. Tears still flowed down her face but at a slower rate. Her arms instinctively closed around Margaret's torso and then their bodies met in a warm embrace.
Although fully conscious of what she was doing, Margaret could not stop herself from seducing the girl. It was insane, she had never made it with another woman, but it was happening anyway. For whatever reason she was turned on by June, wanted the girl naked and in bed with her.
That was accomplished a few moments later. Margaret took the girl by the hand and led her into the bedroom. As they sat together she undressed June slowly and lovingly. The girl was still frightened as a deer but she sat still and remained compliant, much to Margaret's growing pleasure.
Margaret got out of her own clothing in record time and then reclined on the bed, cradling June's shoulder in her crooked right arm and keeping the slender young beauty close to her body. She kissed June again and then felt for the girl's tits, feeling her passion rise, knowing that the further along the path of sex they went the less she would be tormented by guilt or doubt.
June hardly responded at first, as passive as a girl of thirteen was likely to be. Margaret cupped her hands over the luscious creamy mounds and then tickled June's nipples, feeling the soft pink pads come to life in her hands, hardening, turning red, sensitive enough to make the girl shudder.
In another minute Margaret's head went down to the girl's boobs and she inhaled the fragrance of a perfectly formed healthy young feminine body. It could have been herself at an earlier age that she was making love to, patiently kissing and caressing, seducing with complete and total self-assurance.
Margaret kissed the girl's tits, running her tongue along the smooth pale skin, for a moment envying June's flawless complexion and the firmness of her high boobs. John had chosen well she admitted to herself, but now the girl was hers and he was going to be left out permanently in the cold.
June quivered with surprise as she felt her nipple being sucked. The older woman was so gentle, yet somehow completely domineering as well. Margaret was on top of her now, so much bigger and heavier and more womanly than herself. Yes, she was being turned on as well as confused and overwhelmed.
Margaret relished the taste of the girl's nips for several minutes and then moved her hands down her lovely torso, working slowly, having complete confidence in herself. She had no idea how to turn a woman on in bed, particularly a nubile creature like June, but so far things were going fine.
Her hands groped all over June's body, tracing her curves, warming her skin, moving the girl from side to side but never far away from her own yearning flesh. Then her fingers encountered June's pubic mound, a high round mass of flesh covered with sparse blonde tresses, more fragrant than any woman had a right to be.
Her finger slid between the girl's labia and was soon covered with a thin flow of cunt honey. The girl was tight and Margaret could not help shuddering at the thought of her being forced to submit to John's huge machine. She would be gentle with the little sexpot, at least for the present.
Her finger insinuated its way slowly into June's vulva and Margaret smiled with satisfaction as the young girl began to respond, moaning softly and quivering along the length of her lovely young body. Margaret kissed her again and then went deeper into the girl's unresisting snatch.
She worked the girl's pussy with expertise, running her fingertip along the smooth wet labia and occasionally thrusting deep into June's fuck hole. Then she found the girl's clitoris, rubbing it with her thumb until the tiny pink gland had emerged from behind the folds of its protective hood.
June cried out with lust and shock as she felt herself being assaulted from within. She was too confused and upset to complain but she knew she was being turned on well, as well as John had ever got her hot and bothered. For the moment she was glad that she had come to see Margaret.
Then Margaret decided to get the ball rolling, before the girl's fears could calcify. She removed her finger from the girl's twat and then changed position, sliding her body down until her head was level with June's pussy. All she had to do now was protrude her tongue and touch the girl.
June spread her legs wider, indicating her complete surrender to Margret's caressing tongue. She reached down and stroked Margaret's hair, as blonde as her own if not quite as smooth and thick. Her cunt was on fire now, clinging to the tongue that was eating it out so well.
Margaret was on all fours before the spraddled girl now, her head bent down and her tongue sticking all the way out of her mouth. Her ass swayed slightly as she tongued the young sexpot, as the sexual waters flooded between her lips. She reached up for June's tits, stretching her arms to the limit until her fingers had come into contact with her soft pink nipples.
June was with her now, wriggling her lithe young hips and contracting her pussy muscles around Margaret's tongue. The older woman felt a sense of triumph. It was nice to dominate for once, to be the aggressor in a sexual relationship. It was odd that she had never considered lesbianism before.
"That feels so good," June finally managed to gasp. "You're so gentle, so good to me. Don't you want me to do anything to you, Mrs. Dowler? I'll do whatever you want, really I will."
"Later," Margaret grunted, withdrawing her tongue for a second. "You'll get your chance. You can count on it, honey."
The thought of having her favors returned made Margaret work all the harder on her young mistress. It was easy enough to visualize the gorgeous little creature bending to serve her but before that could happen she had to bring June to orgasm, show the girl there was nothing to be afraid of.
To that effect, Margaret removed her tongue from June's sweet vulva and turned her attentions to the girl's clitty. The red, hypersensitive organ was extended now, easily accessible as she used her fingers to separate the folds of June's labia, sticking out before her, screaming for attention.
Margaret dragged her tongue slowly up to the closing point of June's labia. Then the very tip touched the girl's clitty, causing June to shrink away at the same time she moaned with delight. Margaret licked harder, running her eyes up and down the undulating flesh of the girl's tender body.
She kneaded June's tits with her hands as she tongued the girl, not bothering to be gentle any longer. June was hers, hot and bothered and ready to be had. And Margaret was now really beginning to enjoy herself, sure of her powers, not to be satisfied until she had given June the orgasm of her young life.
The tender clitty hardened under her ardent administrations, extending and thickening. Margaret ran her tongue all over the luscious little button, and then attacked it with her lips by kissing it, feeling June's fast-flowing pussy juice leaking out onto her chin and dripping slowly down onto her neck.
The girl was a fountain of cunt honey, never ceasing to secrete the warm redolent fluids. Margaret could hardly wait to get her tongue back onto that cauldron of delight but first she had to torture the girl's clit, lick and suck and bite the tiny pink rod until June was on the very verge of climax. It wasn't going to take long to satisfy that objective, she knew.
It was so easy to eat cunt, Margaret told herself, but that was because she was a woman and therefore knew just what June needed. She could play with the girl, bring her to the heights of passion and then ease her away from fulfillment, never worrying that she would lose the girl or turn her off.
Now it was time to return her tongue to June's vulva and take the girl on a trip of untrammeled lust. Margaret stuck her tongue back into June's honey pot, doubling it over and forcing it all the way in, feeling her thick sensual lips pressing delightfully against the girl's cunt lips.
She shot her tongue in and out quickly, knowing that the girl was almost there. The agile organ darted in quickly, licking every available square inch of sweet pussy flesh. She could feel June's sphincters contracting, trying to draw her tongue in deeper. The girl had a magnificent body, inside and out.
Suddenly Margaret realized how turned on she herself had gotten. Her cunt was burning, dripping with juice, hungry for a modicum of attention. But she had to be patient, try to ignore her raging lust. June was young and vulnerable and had to be watched until the moment she was screaming with satisfaction.
"Go ahead," Margaret told her young charge. "Stop fighting it, let yourself go. We both know you want to come so do it. I'll help you angel, I'll be with you all the way."
So saying, she rammed her tongue back into the adolescent beauty's snatch, feeling the girl starting to lift her hips, meet her halfway. Now it was as if June was trying to rip her rigid tongue from her mouth. Margaret continued to eat her, listening as the girl's moans turned to shouts.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMM, that feels so good, so nice," June whimpered. "OOOOOOOh, I love the way you do that, so soft, so gentle. Oh, please, don't stop, Mrs. Dowler, I need you so bad. AAAAAAAA, oh, do that again, eat me out, make me come. Yes, that's it. Oh, yes, yes, yes. I'm COOMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGG."
She removed her tongue from June's snatch as soon as the girl's orgasm had run its course. Then she lay beside June, wrapping her arms around the beauty's still quivering body. June would calm down soon enough and be ready to satisfy Margaret, to use her lips and tongue to their best advantage.
"That was so nice," she finally whispered. "It was never like that with John. I mean,-I always liked it with him but he was so selfish and brutal too, really hard on me."
"Yes, I guess so," Margaret answered, knowing that she was indirectly to blame for the girl's plight. "What did he do?"
"He'd make me blow him again and again and he loved it when I'd choke on all his come," June told her mistress. "And he always fucked me hard, whenever he wanted. Even when it could get me pregnant. And, you won't believe this, he wanted to fuck me in the asshole. Isn't that awful?"
Margaret knew that she'd better end the conversation soon, before it got embarrassing for both of them. June was all too candid in her statements and questions. There were some things she was simply too young to understand. Later she would know what it meant to want to desperately please a man.
"Well, I'll be gentle with you when you eat me out," Margaret told her. "Yes, that's what you're going to do now, sweetheart. Go on, I swear it won't bite you."
June demurred but soon found herself dominated and overwhelmed by the older, more sophisticated woman. The idea of sticking her tongue into Margaret's pussy was fascinating in one way but repulsive in another. But she would work up to it slowly, get used to the idea as she experimented with foreplay.
She rolled over and started to work on Margaret's tits, weighing the huge globes in her hands, wondering if her own rack would ever get that big. Her slender fingers touched Margaret's nipples which soon became as hard and red as her own. Yes, she had been right. There was nothing to be afraid of.
June lowered her head to Margaret's tits, fastening her lips to the woman's hardening nipples. The taste Was wonderful, Margaret's skin soft and smooth. She was on top of the older woman now and gaining confidence with each passing minute. And she was still excited from Margaret's caresses, could sense a renewal of her own sensual passion.
She worked on Margaret's nipples until she could hear the voluptuous teacher sighing, whispering to her to move down to her cunt. That was the danger point, the one thing that June still feared. But she couldn't let Margaret down, not now when she had aroused the woman's lustful expectations.
Margaret parted her legs and bent them at the knees, leaving her dripping cunt wide open to the young girl's examination. She watched with satisfaction as June boldly moved into position, lying on her side and then turning over as her head pressed into Margaret's crotch, as her lips slowly parted.
Then Margaret closed her eyes, feeling the girl's tongue brush lightly over her pubic hair and against the very rim of her moist labia. She could imagine what June was going through but that thought only turned on the woman further. She knew that her orgasm would not be long in arriving.
Her body quivered as June's tongue snaked in, timidly entering her vulva. She knew that the innocent teenager was discovering how good pussy tasted, just as she had so recently done herself. And her strokes were getting better, more subtle and free, just what Margaret needed from her.
Lying flat on her stomach June was able to watch the folds of Margaret's cunt closing around her probing tongue. Her mouth was flooded with cunt honey and her nostrils filled with the odor of womanly lust. But she liked it, was happy that she had been able to put things together and please Margaret.
"Stick your tongue in deeper," Margaret ordered her. "All the way in. I love it when you do that."
June did as she was told, sensing the urgency in her mistress's voice. Her lips touched Margaret's labia and soon her face was coated with come, hot sticky cunt juices. Margaret's thighs closed tight around her head, holding the girl in position and not letting her move as much as an inch.
"Now the clitoris," Margaret told her. "Just like I did to you. Tongue it, kiss it, come on June, make me come. That's right baby, just use that sweet loving tongue."
Again June obeyed, seeing that Margaret's clitty was already erect and accessible. She put the tip of her tongue against the little gland and then licked it more boldly, framing it in her soft lips. Margaret loosened her grip a little, sure now that June had learned how to satisfy her lust.
Margaret writhed beneath the girl's now relentless assault. It was fantastic having her cunt eaten by another woman, a young girl eager to please her. She could get off just as well with a man but this was different somhow, satisfying in a more primal way. Her cunt was burning with lust but it was easy enough to relax, knowing that the end would come quite soon.
When Margaret could no longer stand having her sensitive clitty tongue and kissed she pulled the girl's head away and forced it down to the opening of her snatch. June took the hint quickly and once again protruded her tongue, flicking against Margaret's labia and then forcing it into her fuck box.
June shot her tongue in and out as quickly as she could, sensing that Margaret's passion was nearing its culmination. Her face was covered with pussy juice but that made her work all the harder, desperate now to please her demanding mistress. She felt her nose rubbing against Margaret's clitty just as her tongue sank into the depths of her clinging twat.
Margaret screamed out with passion, not bothering to control her lust any longer. Her orgasm was being forced out of her, beginning despite her resistance. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, no longer moving, just lying there and feeling herself being brought to the verge of ecstatic release.
"AAAAAAAEEEEEEIIIII," she screamed, her voice breaking. "I can't stand it anymore, I have to come, right in your sweet mouth. JUNE, JUNE, keep it doing it, keep sucking me, eat me out. Oh, shit, that feels fucking good. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH."
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, building in intensity, slowing down for a second and then washing over her again, driving all consciousness from Margaret's mind. She finally felt her lust waning and loosened her thighs, letting June pull out. But the girl stayed in position, licking assiduously at the last few drops of Margaret's copious vaginal flow.
The two women showered together after their sexual exertions, soaping each other's body tenderly and lovingly. They dressed together and then June announced that she had to leave. Like Margaret's other young lover, she too had a family that was ever curious as to her activities and whereabouts.
"You won't be too hard on John, will you?" June asked before leaving. "I hate to say it but I still love him. Please, Mrs. Dowler, I don't care what you two do together. I know you could take him away from me if you wanted."
"Don't get upset," Margaret soothed the girl. "You have other things to worry about. I think I can help you and John but I'm not sure. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow."
June left a few minutes later, abandoning her first feminine lover. Margaret found herself wishing that someone would calm her down as she had done with June. Things were getting complicated again. There were too many people to deal with, too many uncontrollable factors and elements. She was going to have to plan her strategies cautiously.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following morning, Margaret Dowler received two telephone calls. She was awakened early by June, who had received the results of her pregnancy test. It was obvious from the tone of June's voice that she had tested negatively and that her problems were solved, at least in that one area.
But the girl was still in trouble, with her parents, with John Stephan, and with the school authorities. Both she and John were still in danger of being thrown out of school. The principal, Jim Hansen, evidently intended to make an example of the two youngsters, much to Margaret's dismay.
As she was trying to digest the information she had received from June Goodwin, trying to find some way to convince Jim to go easy on the naive youngsters, the telephone rang again. Before lifting the receiver, Margaret knew instinctively that it was John calling her, though she couldn't imagine just why.
The boy was nervous on the telephone, barely able to make himself speak to Margaret. Despite her initial coolness, Margaret found herself sympathizing with John almost immediately. The boy's apology was sincere and he seemed in a deep hole, having no idea of what to do about his various problems.
Margaret agreed to meet John that day but insisted that they go for a drive together rather than meet at her apartment. She told John to dress and start walking toward her house. It was still quite early and she was not altogether awake. Nor did she know exactly what to say to her young lover.
Ten minutes later they were sitting together in the front seat of Margaret's automobile, driving quickly out of town. At first Margaret said nothing to her lover, letting John suffer in silence. The boy had a lot of explaining to do and there was no point making things too easy for him.
"I won't try to hide anything from you, Mrs. Dowler," he began. "You know about me and June, I guess everybody does now. I got a call from her this morning and she's not pregnant."
"That's good," Margaret answered, realizing that June had not told John about their scene of the previous night. "You have other problems though. I'm not sure if I can keep you and June from being expelled. It's not going to be easy."
"Do you really want to help me?" John asked, looking directly at Margaret for the first time that morning. "Even after the shitty things I've done. That's really nice of you."
Margaret explained things as well as she could, without mentioning her relationships with June and Jim Hansen. She told John that she had always been concerned with his fate, even before they had become lovers. She realized that he was in trouble and that part of that was her fault. She would do what she could but it was impossible to guarantee the results.
"It's strange," John told her a few minutes later. "When you and me first started, you know, making it together, I didn't really care about school. I just wanted to get into you and I would have said anything. But now I feel different, I really do. I want to stay in school and I'm going to work hard if I graduate. I was even talking with my folks about going to college."
"That's a long way off," Margaret replied, "but I'm glad to hear you talking like that. Aren't your parents furious at you, John? Aren't they going to punish you?"
John explained that his mother and father took little interest in his doings, academic or otherwise. They were upset at the idea of his getting a girl pregnant but otherwise were willing to give John a free hand. Suddenly Margaret realized how young John was, how innocent and confused. Without proper parental guidance, it was no surprise that he had a propensity for trouble.
Margaret drove the car into a state park that was practically deserted on the chill November morning. She turned the engine off and faced John directly, wondering what else she could say to the boy. He was still nervous, almost at the point of tears, and his vulnerability made him all the more appealing.
"I guess it's all over between us," John stated quietly. "I know you don't want to make it with me anymore and I guess I've lost June too. The thing is I still want you, Mrs. Dowler. Shit, I just don't know what to say to you."
"You've said enough," Margaret resumed. "I forgive you, John, darling, and I don't want to lose you either."
They were parked in the center of a copse of tall oak trees, hidden from the road and the parking lot. Margaret thought things over for a moment and realized that she was going to make it with John again. The boy was impossible to resist, especially now when he needed her more than ever.
She got out of the car and then opened the rear door, moving quickly into the back seat. John remained motionless for a second, not believing what was going on around him, afraid to offend the woman in whose hands his fate rested. But then it was obvious even to him that Margaret was ready to be taken.
Together in the back seat the two lovers got down to business without a second's hesitation. They kissed, holding each other tight and then Margaret began to struggle out of her clothing. The car windows had steamed up but it was too cold to open them. Margaret felt herself shivering as she watched John undress but knew that she would warm up in no time at all.
Seeing her lover naked, Margaret went right to work. She let John kiss her again and reach for her tits, but then her hand stretched down to the boy's cock, grasping it tightly, almost desperately. It was frightening to think that she had almost lost John, her best and most virile lover.
The boy sighed with relief as he felt Margaret jerking him off. The older woman was a puzzle to him, always coming up with something new, shocking him when he least expected it. But they were together again and she was turning him on as well as ever. That was the most important, the only important thing.
Margaret held John's prick tight in her long, cool fingers. She pulled the loose skin of the collar back and forth over the spongy head until John's rod had stiffened completely. It was cramped and uncomfortable in the back seat but she was not going to let that stand in her way for a minute.
She bent her head forward and then protruded her tongue until it had touched the tip of John's meat. Her tongue danced over the sensitive head and then she forced it into John's come slit, causing the boy to quiver with excitement. He was so nervous and insecure that he was likely to shoot prematurely.
Then Margaret took three inches of hard cock into her mouth, using her lips and tongue to drive the boy wild with lust. She was desperate to taste his come and immediately began to bounce her head up and down rhythmically, taking in more cock with each stroke, loving the taste of his warm taut skin.
John lifted his body slightly, raising his hips and driving his cock deeper into Margaret's throat. He watched the woman carefully, watched as his prick sank in to the hilt, so that her nose was pressed into his tangled pubic hair and her teeth gently framed his base. Margaret looked up and met his eyes, knowing that nothing had really changed between them.
She let John's prick slide all the way out of her mouth, coated with a bath of her warm saliva. The boy's body was teetering on the edge of the seat and his balls were dangling freely. Margaret protruded her tongue again, this time licking at John's scrotum, determined to give the boy the best blow job of his life.
She worked on John's balls for a few minutes, feeling his stiff prick slapping up against her cheeks as it bobbed spasmodically, wetting Margaret with her own saliva. John's prick was hard as a rock and darker than ever. She had to get it back into her mouth before the boy shot his wad.
Holding the rigid scepter in her right hand, Margaret bent it toward her lips. Then she was sucking it again, pulling at the heavy weapon until she could feel the blood coursing through John's penile veins. The boy was moaning with passion already, a sure sign that he was ready to fly.
He rammed his prick deep into Margaret's throat, giving the passionate woman all she could handle. Margaret sucked away willingly, trying not to choke, to regulate her breathing to the rhythm of John's oral assault. Now she could taste a preliminary drop of come, knew that the boy was going to satisfy her.
"I'm going to come," John told her in a choked, strained voice. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, yeah, it's happening, I can't hold it back. Shit, don't stop, you do that so nice. I can't take it anymore. I got to come, shit, yeah, I'm COMMMMMMIIINNNGGGGGG."
Margaret swallowed the juices that poured into her mouth greedily. She loved the acrid taste of John's come and the smell of his sweating, lusting young body. It was hot as hell in the car now but she liked it that way. Then John shot again, sending a second jet of hot frothing lather into her mouth.
He removed his prick a few seconds later, letting Margaret lick the last drops from its tip. He looked down at the woman and saw that his come had flooded her beyond capacity, running out of Margaret's mouth and down her chin until it had formed a sticky puddle between the woman's huge tits.
"Everything's going to be all right," Margaret soothed the overexcited teenager. "Trust me, John. I'll go speak to Mr. Hansen. I promise you, thing's turn out for you. I know it."
"You're pretty close with him, aren't you?" John asked "I shouldn't say this, Mrs. Dowler, but I guess everybody knows that you two go out together on weekends."
"That's none of your business, John," Margaret answered icily. "I'm not at all happy hearing you talk that way."
"I know, I know," John answered, turning away from the woman. "But you can make him do whatever you want. He's crazy about you, every kid in school knows it. Look, I knew you were making it together. I guess that's why I started in with June."
It took Margaret a moment to accept the fact of John's knowledge of her affair with Jim Hansen. It was impossible to keep a secret in that school, but that in itself was in a way encouraging. A plan started to take form in her mind, a way to get John and June out of trouble. But before she could do that it was necessary to make a confession of her own.
"He's not the only one I've been making it with," Margaret told her pupil. "There's June, too. I wasn't going to tell you about it but now I have to. John, do you really care for the girl or were you just using her?"
"I like her all right," John answered. "But I don't know about love. I mean, I don't want to give you up but I don't want to lose her either. I'd hate to see her with another guy."
"You might have to,' Margaret told him, her voice firm and steady. "You've got nobody to blame but yourself but if you can be strong about it, I think I have the answer."
Margaret refused to answer any of the boy's questions. She had a pretty good idea of what she was going to do but John was too young to be trusted altogether. In any case, he would not have to wait long. She was due to go out with Jim Hansen the following evening, as long as she could reach June first.
There was only one way to silence the boy and take his mind off her nascent scheme. Margaret sat down beside John on the back seat and kissed the boy full on his lips, giving him a taste of his own semen. She wrapped her arms around John's body, knowing that he would soon be ready to fuck her.
As they kissed, John used his hands to explore the curves and excrescences of Margaret's magnificent body. He cupped the woman's tits in his palms, traced each rib from back to front with his finger-tips, ran his knuckles along the white, hairless skin of the older woman's long, lovely thighs.
Margaret felt the boy's prick brush against her, still hard and filled with throbbing blood. She buried her face in John's neck, kissing and sucking at the tender flesh. At last she felt his hand groping for her pussy, his fingers already sneaking into the crevice between her wide-open labia.
They rolled around together on the narrow back seat and then Margaret felt the boy grinding harder against her. His prick was hot as well as hard, a burning stiff rod moving closer to her pussy. His fingers were hot as well, probing deep inside her and causing Margaret's twat to get moist and inviting.
John used his fingers wisely, rubbing his thumb against Margaret's clitoris until the tiny gland had swollen and Margaret could feel her secretions running freely from her snatch. Then his fingers were removed and Margaret groped for the lad's cock, guiding it slowly but firmly into her body.
She was curled over on the seat, with her legs spread painfully wide, John looming over her as he drove the bolt home. Margaret sighed with relief feeling the boy enter her. She had sucked him off well and now it was his turn to stimulate her, bring her to orgasm with the strokes of his thick cock, fuck the older woman until she screamed out with satisfaction.
But it was difficult for John to fuck the woman properly in that position. Once his cock had sunk in to the base, he found that he could not move at all. It felt good to have Margaret's pussy clinging to his meat but frustrating as well. He didn't know if it would be possible to maintain his erection without some sort of movement.
"Let me get on top," Margaret whispered in his ear. "I want it that way, Johnny. Just pull out for a second and then I'll show you how to do it. Please, let me get on top."
John pulled his prick from Margaret's moist cunt and then sat down comfortably on the seat, letting his feet touch the floor of the car. Margaret climbed onto his lap, facing the boy directly, poised over his cock so that her tits were level with John's face, presenting a target no virile man could have resisted.
John tongued and licked Margaret's boobs as he felt the woman lowering her body onto his rigid cock. Her legs were on either side of him, her strong thighs cleaving to his hips. Then he could feel himself entering again until his prick was completely enveloped in her sweet, clinging pussy.
"That's better, isn't it?" Margaret sighed. "Yeah, you like it that way, don't you, Johnny?"
The lusting lad grunted his assent, feeling Margaret start to raise and lower her body above him. It was a difficult feat, he knew, requiring strength and coordination from his mistress. But Margaret was more than equal to the task, especially now that her passion was mounting to the point of frenzy.
Once she was sure John's cock would not slide away from her, Margaret relaxed for a moment and then began to move more purposefully, slamming her hips down hard. Her hands gripped the top of the seat behind John's shoulders and again the boy was able to bury his whole face in the cleavage of her big tits.
Margaret shifted her position again, so that her heels dug into John's thighs. Now only the first four inches of his prick remained inside her pussy and Margaret milked the sensitive flesh greedily, rippling her cunt muscles from within, giving the boy no rest and refusing to slow down herself.
John gripped her by the hips and forced Margaret to take in the full seven inches of his prick again. He wrapped his arms around the woman's middle and forced her to stop moving for a second. But Margaret was not to be denied and soon reestablished control over their passionate fuck.
She moved like a snake, slithering her body on top of John's slender physique, continually contracting her inner pussy muscles. Her tits swayed and danced as she moved, hypnotising the boy with their soft rippling motions, driving him on to greater feats of sexual exertion.
Despite the powerful emotional and sexual stimuli she had received, Margaret felt quite calm and in control of matters. Her passion was mounting predictably and she was getting closer to orgasm with every passing second. She would be able to come whenever she wanted, allowing the passionate voluptuary to alter the routine and add some variety to their fucking.
She felt her pussy juice leaking out copiously, covering her thighs and ass as well as the tops of her young lover's thighs. Her asshole was swimming in cunt honey, giving Margaret a new idea. In that position it would be easy to take John into both orifices, let him alternate strokes between cunt and bunghole.
She raised herself up gingerly, finding that her limbs had finally started to tire. She felt John's prick slipping away from her, springing upward as it was released from her tight snatch. John stared at her in total confusion, wondering what the passionate woman would come up with next.
He found out soon enough. Margaret held the boy's cock tight in her left hand and then slowly lowered her lushly padded ass until she could feel him against her narrowest opening. She worked the tip of his cock in slowly, again spreading her legs wide to make her orifices more accessible to John.
The boy gasped with passion and surprise as he felt his cock sinking into Margaret's asshole. She was tight as ever there, so that his prick bent almost double before slinking its way into her. Again he could feel her anal sphincters closing around his cock, could feel the woman struggling with him.
"Don't move at all," Margaret ordered him. "Let me do all the work for now. I'm going to make you happy, Johnny, give you the best fucking you've ever had."
So saying, she picked up her body again and allowed John's prick to spring free from her asshole. Before the boy had a chance to relax or take his bearings she was on top of him again, still holding his prick in her left hand but this time stuffing the thick tube directly into her waiting twat.
"That feels so fucking good," John moaned. "Shit, you better hurry up and come before I beat you to it. Slow down, please Mrs. Dowler, I don't want to come yet."
But Margaret refused to show the boy any mercy. She eased his cock in and kept it inside her pussy for a moment, gyrating her hips from side to side. Her tits rubbed tantalizingly on John's chest and she ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging the boy to fuck her harder and faster.
Just as John was getting used to her pussy, Margaret lifted herself up and took his prick back into her tight bunghole. She was completely lubricated now, able to take him in with no pain or discomfort. It was a difficult position but she had conquered it and was digging every minute of their fuck.
She began to alternate strokes, slamming her body up and down so that John's stiff prick was never outside of her for long. After awhile the boy could hardly distinguish the two orifices. Both were tight and wet, clinging to his cock, milking the come from his tight and overloaded balls.
Margaret tried to blink the sweat out of her eyes but it was impossible in the cramped car. Her hair was plastered to the woman's scalp and every muscle in her body was clenched with lust. John moved with her, driving his cock up powerfully and meeting each of Margaret's strokes with a thrust of his own.
After a few more minutes had passed, Margaret knew that she could control her passion no longer. Her cunt was on fire, burning with lust and sensual need. She eased John's prick from her asshole and then recaptured it in her twat, bouncing up and down on the boy's body, almost ready to fly.
"AAAAAAEEEEIIHIII!!!!!," Margaret shouted, feeling her climax begin. "Oh yes, keep fucking me, don't stop, not even for a second. JOHN, JOHN, you're killing me with that big cock. I can't stop. I'm coming, I'm coming. AAAAEEEEIIIIIIIIII."
Margaret continued to writhe above the boy as her passion came to its inevitable conclusion. She could feel the juices pouring out of her pussy, one spasm of lust following the other until she thought she would faint. Her nipples were painfully tight and her pussy still clung to John's rod. Her cries grew quieter and then rose once again as her passion ran its course, turning her young partner on all over again.
They continued moving together and once again Margaret alternated asshole and cunt, willing to do anything to wring the come from John's balls. The older woman was like a succubus, not resting for a second, her eyes staring wildly. John fucked her as hard as he could feeling pressure and friction build up in her twat, feeling his own lust starting to rein.
He gripped Margaret's shoulders and refused to let the woman move any more. His prick was rooted in her cunt and his whole body was covered with sweat. Now he was ready, fucking the woman with short, quick strokes, hitting bottom, driving the tip of his rock-hard cock against Margaret's womb.
"Here it comes, Mrs. Dowler," he bellowed. "OOOOOOOOOO, fuck, fuck, you're driving me crazy. I can't hold out any more, I just can't. Shit, keep fucking me. AAAAAAAEEEEEEEEIIIIIIII."
Margaret felt the boy's come shooting into her pussy with all the force and power of a live volcano. She thought she was going to come again herself but that proved impossible. It was good enough to be on top of her lover and to feel his semen cascading into her, soothing her dry and tired membranes.
She felt John's dick getting soft inside her, finally losing its thick stiffness. They remained mounted for a few seconds longer and then she got off the boy's body, plumping down on the seat beside him, exhausted from her erotic exertions but gratified as well, satisfied in every pore and muscle.
"Thank you, Mrs. Dowler," John told her, his voice quiet and timid. "I didn't think you'd want me again after the way I acted. Are you sure that the other thing is going to be all right, you know, with June and Mr. Hansen."
"Don't ask me about it," Margaret insisted. "I'm pretty sure I know what to do but we're going to be taking a big chance. I'm going to take you home now and I want you to be in school tomorrow. Do you understand me?"
John nodded his head but it was obvious that he was still scared, still worried about himself and his unlucky young girlfriend. It would be a real test to come to school but Margaret had asked it of him and he couldn't refuse.
They dressed themselves without exchanging another word and then Margaret returned to the front seat, turning on the motor and pulling the car back onto the main road. Soon they could see the light of their town glittering through the clear autumn night.
Margaret kissed John good-bye and then repeated her orders. The boy was to come to school the next day but was not to meet with either her or with June Goodwin. Margaret would speak to Jim Hansen the following evening and his fate would be decided one way or the other.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Much to Margaret's surprise, Jim Hansen was absent from his office the following morning. His secretary, a taciturn spinster of fifty-five, told Margaret that he had called in sick but would probably return to school the next day. Then it was time for Margaret to teach her classes.
On her way to the classroom Margaret encountered June Goodwin in the corridor. The two women had a hasty conference during which Margaret was able to explain the change of plans. June was to come to her apartment the following night, dressed to the teeth and ready for any contingency.
"And make sure not to bring John with you," Margaret cautioned the young girl. "I'm not sure exactly what's going to happen but I think things'll work out all right."
"I'll be there, I guess I can square it with my parents," June replied. "We'll see each other before then, won't we."
Margaret nodded and then squeezed June's hand, noticing that the girl's fingers were cold as ice. Five minutes later she was addressing her homeroom class. To her relief, John had shown up that day. It was out of the question to talk with John but his presence was comforting and reassuring.
During her lunch break, Margaret telephoned Jim Hansen, who answered after the second ring. He seemed surprised to hear from Margaret and told her that he was not seriously ill, was more than willing to see her the following evening at her apartment. The rest of the day passed quickly for Margaret once she had accepted the inevitable delay in her plans.
Margaret hurried home at the end of the day, not really knowing what to do with herself that evening. It was tempting to call John Stephan at home and invite him over for the night but Margaret resisted. John had to be kept out of the way until her meeting with June and Jim Hansen was safely over.
At home, Margaret lazed in the bathtub for a full hour, soaping her body over and over again and luxuriating in water almost too hot to stand. After her bath, Margaret cooked a light supper, mixed herself a martini and turned on the television, wondering how long it would take her to fall asleep.
Shortly before ten her doorbell rang, taking Margaret Dowler completely by surprise. She pulled a bathrobe around her still dripping body and then opened the door to admit Roger and Dexie, the two virile young studs who had given her such a good evening and whom she had forgotten almost entirely.
"Hi, Margaret," Dexie addressed her. "We were hoping you'd be home. We would have called but I lost your phone number. Anyway, we might as well have a little party."
"I don't know," Margaret answered, pulling her robe tighter around the torso. "It's so late and I'm really very tired. Maybe we could make it another night later this week."
"Oh no," Roger answered, stepping into the living room. "I got a pocket full of grass and we're going to boogie. Don't be a drag, Margaret, you know you want us to stay."
Margaret stepped aside and allowed the boys to invade her apartment. It would have been better if they hadn't shown up but as long as they had it was silly not to enjoy their company. Margaret dropped into her easy chair and watched as Roger prepared the joints, carefully folding cigarette papers over the pungent marijuana and tightening them with his fingers.
Three joints made the rounds and Margaret soon felt herself starting to relax. Dexie turned the radio on and then sat down on the arm of Margaret's chair, leaning over to kiss and caress the gorgeous older blonde. It looked like they were going to get into another orgy scene whether she wanted it or not.
Margaret delayed things as long as she could, a little worried about the precedent she was setting with the two handsome lads. It was too late to pretend that she didn't want to fuck them but at least she could play hard to get for a few moments. To that effect, Margaret got out of her chair and started dancing, waiting for one of the boys to join her.
"You do that pretty good," Dexie told her. "You move real nice. Why don't you do a strip for us, you know like in one of those burlesque things."
"I don't really know how," Margaret answered, starting to giggle. "But, what the fuck, I can try can't I."
Margaret began to do her thing, dancing in time to the wild rhythms and starting to pull at her robe. She opened the drawstring and then pulled the flap away from her body for a second, giving her young lovers a quick view of her moist tits. Then the flap closed again as she danced back into the center of the room.
Each time Margaret approached the two boys she revealed her charms a little longer. Now sweat was mingling with the bath water, dripping down her chest and along her sleek hairless thighs. Tiring of the game, Margaret let the robe slip down to her feet, standing stark naked before Dexie and Roger.
She watched as the two boys undressed, realizing that she was drunk as well as stoned from the grass. Once the boys had stripped to the skin, she walked into her bedroom, not bothering to say a word. They were all after the same thing and there was no reason to delay their orgy for another minute.
Margaret reclined on her double bed, arraying her dripping blonde hair on the pillow beneath her head. It was hard for her to concentrate or even to see straight but things started to come together for her as Dexie joined her on the bed, pressing his stiff prick against her as they embraced.
She felt the horny youth playing with her tits, weighing the big round globes in his right hand. A charge of sexual electricity passed through her body as the boy worked on her nipples, seizing the sensitive glands and manipulating them roughly and expertly until they had hardened and turned dark.
Margaret reached down for her lover's prick. Her eyes were closed but it was easy enough to get what she wanted. To her delight, Dexie was already hard as a rock, his thick cock throbbing dangerously in her soft warm fingers. Any minute now the lad would be ready to fuck her and she would be able to forget about Jim Hansen for the first time that day.
She fondled the boy's prick lovingly, sliding the loose skin of the collar back and forth over the swollen head. Then her hands captured Dexie's balls, caressing the heavy sac while his prick jerked up and down. Roger was standing beside the bed watching, waiting to get in on the action.
Dexie pulled away from Margaret after a few moments, ready to fuck the glamorous blonde. She was incredible with her hands, turning him on with subtle pressures of her knowing fingers, but her cunt was bound to be even better, a dripping, tight, clinging orifice waiting for the strokes of his bursting cock.
Dexie didn't bother with foreplay for long. His prick was hard and ready and Margaret would have to catch up on her own. He climbed on top of her voluptuous body and then slowly guided his prick into Margaret's cunt, wedging the head between her labia and then lunging home in a single stroke.
Margaret winced as she felt the huge cock invading the citadel of her pussy. She wasn't adequately lubricated yet and Dexie seemed better hung than ever, his prick a burning spear tearing her apart from within. He fucked her quickly and violently, concerned for the moment only with his own pleasure.
But then, after a few lusty strokes, Margaret began to dig the fucking she was receiving. Her cunt was doing its thing, pouring out its juices and contracting against the prick that had filled it to capacity. Her passion mounted with each passing moment until she was as hot and horny as her lover.
Margaret leaned back and then arched her back, driving her groin against her lover's midsection. Now he was deeper inside her pussy than ever, bumping against Margaret's womb with every impassioned lunge. His strokes quickened again as the boy felt Margaret starting to move with him.
"My turn," Roger announced, walking to the bed over a pile of discarded clothing. 'Can't hog it all for yourself, Dexie. You can fuck her but her mouth's all mine."
Dexie grunted with disappointment but didn't seem disposed to argue with the stronger, older teenager. He pulled his prick from Margaret's pussy and then sat up on the bed waiting for Roger to suggest a new position.
"All right, she can handle us both," Roger announced. "Shit, she did it pretty good last time. Margaret, you get down on all fours and let Dexie fuck you from behind. But you better start sucking me off first and you better do it good."
Margaret was too stoned and too sexually aroused to object to the boy's tone of voice. It was insulting to be talked about like a piece of meat but stimulating at the same time. After all, the boys owed her nothing, there was no emotional bond between them. They liked fucking her and she loved being fucked. It was as simple as that, no question about it.
She assumed the required position and watched as Roger balanced himself on his knees on the bed. His prick had already started to swell, probably from watching her go through her paces with Dexie. The huge stiff organ pressed against her mouth and Margaret quickly opened her lips to take it in.
Her mouth started to water as Margaret blew the boy, delighted to feel his cock stiffening instantaneously in her lips. She worked only on the head at first, running her tongue over the elastic flesh and framing it with her clinging lips until Roger was hard as a bar of steel in her mouth.
Then she worked on the rest of the man's rod, lowering her head a little at a time. The huge scepter disappeared into her mouth until Margaret's nose was pressed against Roger's pubic hair and her teeth framed the base of his rod. She knew that it wouldn't take long for him to reach the point of release.
But before that could happen, Dexie insisted on getting back into the fun. He stared at Margaret's body, watching as her buttock muscles tightened provocatively. She was swaying from side to side as she sucked Roger's cock. In another second he would work his cock back into her tight clinging snatch.
Dexie crouched behind the woman, smiling broadly at his lusting friend Roger. He brandished his stiff cock in his left hand and then guided it expertly between the woman's lush ass cheeks. Margaret stopped moving as she felt the boy entering her, knowing it would take a while to get used to the dual penetration and service the two lusting organs.
Dexie began to fuck her hard and fast, knowing that Margaret was as wet and ready as she would ever be. His cock slid effortlessly into the older woman's pussy until he had hit bottom. He stopped moving at that point, loving the feel of her clinging pussy walls as they cleaved to his meat.
Margaret continued to suck at Roger's thick cock, bobbing her head up and down rhythmically until the thick organ was coated with saliva. She pushed her ass against Dexie's body and then sighed with contentment as he stepped up the pace, ramming his cock in with increasing strength and passion.
It took only a few moments for Margaret to get used to the combined sexual attentions of her lovers. She was full of cock now and completely satisfied with her lot. Her problems seemed a million miles away. For the moment she was content to concentrate on nothing more than her own raging lust.
Roger pulled his prick from her mouth and instructed Margaret to lick the long, curved scepter. Margaret protruded her tongue and did his bidding without delay, glad for the opportunity to catch her breath. Soon enough he would be back in her mouth, throbbing and palpitating as he prepared to come.
Margaret felt her lust rising uncontrollably. She was burning with lust now, her eyes staring sightlessly before her, her muscles getting tight and uncomfortable. But then she felt her cunt watering more copiously, its muscles clinging to Dexie's cock, and knew that her passion would soon be satisfied.
She continued to lick Roger's cock until her passion had reached a crescendo. Dexie's cock felt like it had doubled in size, penetrating her completely and irresistibly. She began to breathe hard and soon sweat was pouring off her magnificent body, just as her long awaited climax finally began.
"DEXIE, DEXIE, fuck me harder," she shouted, letting Roger's cock slip away from her. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH, that's it, baby, give it to me good and hard. Please, just a little more, I'm coming, I know I am. AAAAAAAEEEEEEIIIIII-III!!!!"
"Do your thing, Mama," Roger encouraged her. "I want to see you come, all over the fucking place. Give it to her good, man, let's see the bitch really cut loose.
Margaret did not disappoint her lovers. Her body contracted and relaxed repeatedly as her cunt voided its juices, spraying Dexie's midsection with a bath of cunt honey. She kept shouting, encouraging the lad to fuck her as hard as he could.
It was a powerful, bone-jarring orgasm that seemed to go on forever. Margaret whipped her body from side to side, trying desperately to draw Dexie's cock deeper into her hungry cunt. At last her passion waned a little at a time and she became less frantic in her sensual gyrations.
Without having to be told, Margaret went directly back to work on Roger's tumid cock. She moved a little closer to the handsome adolescent and then parted her lips just wide enough to take in the tip of his rod. Then her tongue went into action again, licking and fondling the luscious scepter, driving Roger wild with desire, almost ready to shoot.
Now the boy could fuck Margaret's mouth easily and lustily. He straddled the woman with his long, slender legs and then rammed his cock in hard, making Margaret gag with the effort of servicing his meat. He could feel his balls pressing between the woman's tits, making the whole thing even better for him.
Margaret had never sucked a man off in that position before. At first she found that she was helpless, could do nothing but lie there and let her mouth be fucked. Roger was crushing her but she had to admit that she liked it that way, liked to be reduced to a mere receptacle for the boy's thick cock.
Roger continued to whale his prick into Margaret's waiting mouth, not caring how hard a time he gave the gorgeous woman. He was almost ready to come now, ready to shoot a load of hot frothing come into her mouth. Just a few more strokes and he would be completely over the verge.
He fucked Margaret's mouth with short hard strokes, occasionally feeling the woman's teeth digging into his sensitive cock. But he was too far gone to care, too lost in passion to notice anything. He grunted with desire as she sucked him off, as her talented lips and tongue drove him wild with desire.
"I'm going to come right in your mouth," he announced breathlessly. "You hear me, bitch, right in your fucking mouth and you're going to swallow every fucking drop of it. AAAAAHHHHHH, shit, I can't hold out anymore. I got to do it. Here it comes, Mama, another load of come. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH."
Margaret felt the boy's cock exploding in the back of her throat and then jerking away from her so that it was practically dislodged from her clinging lips. She held on tight, biting into the thick scepter, feeling a rush of hot come pouring into her, a river of scum, an ocean of bubbling semen.
She drank the juices greedily, knowing that she had pleased her imperious lover in no uncertain terms. His prick contracted and then shot its juices forth again, filling her mouth to capacity. The fluids were hot and thick, hard to swallow, but Margaret did not bulge an inch. One more jet of come leaked into her mouth and then the boy was finally finished with her.
Dexie, sitting on the edge of the bed with his cock still erect, produced another joint, which Margaret inhaled gratefully. She knew that the boys were not yet done with her and that was very much to her liking. In a few minutes, when they were rested again, they were sure to come up with something good.
They reclined together on the bed, passing the crackling joint from hand to hand and caressing each other's bodies along the way. Before long, the joint had gone out and Margaret had one stiffening cock in each hand. She was pressed tightly between the two boys, sandwiched between their hard young bodies.
Nobody had to say a word at that late stage of the game. Margaret worked on the two stiff cocks lazily, tickling the heads with her fingertips and only occasionally sliding her hands along the curved shafts. She was sleepy now, overcome with satiation, hardly aware of what she was doing.
She felt the boys' hands manipulating her beautiful body until she had been turned over onto her side. Roger was behind her now and Dexie had his head buried in her chest, sucking greedily at each of her pink nipples. She lost hand contact with their cocks but that was nothing to be worried about.
Before long she could feel Roger attacking her from behind, using his fingers to transfer some of the fluid from her cunt to her tiny pink asshole. Then she could feel his thickening cock sliding between her buttocks, parting the ivory flesh and then demanding entrance into her bunghole. It looked like she would again have to service the boys simultaneously.
Dexie was determined not to be left behind. As Roger assaulted the woman from behind, he pressed his body against Margaret and then guided his prick carefully home. He entered Margaret's cunt just as Roger was penetrating her asshole and he laughed at the grunt of pleasure that escaped her lips.
It was all Margaret could do to lie there and let the boys fuck her from both ends. She felt her membranes stretching with the effort of servicing them. Her asshole felt like it would be torn from the strokes of Roger's stiff cock but the boy managed to penetrate her with a minimum of difficulty.
The two boys synchronized their movements unconsciously, fucking Margaret at the same pace. One moment they were all the way inside her, filling her completely, and the next only the tips of their thick cocks were inside her body. Margaret did not have to move with them yet, did not have to do a thing.
She got turned on again quickly, loving the feel of two hard cocks sunk deep in her hungry body. Roger stepped up the pace a little, ramming his cock full force into her bunghole and then withdrawing it an inch before plunging in again. She wondered which of the boys would shoot his load first.
Margaret squirmed her body from one lover to the other, writhing like a serpent, not resting for a second. She herself was turned on again, knew that she could have her second orgasm almost any time she wanted. As long as the boys held out for a few moments longer she would give them a run for their money, show them the extent of her rapidly growing passion.
Dexie began to fuck her more vigorously, showing Margaret that he would be the first to shoot his wad. His prick seemed to grow inside her, penetrating her to the hilt, giving Margaret no respite from its quickening strokes. The boy kissed her at that point, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth.
Then Margaret was able to ignore the cock that was wreaking havoc deep in her asshole. Dexie broke their kiss and then rammed his cock in for the last time, squeezing Margaret's tits as his orgasm began. He expelled his breath loudly and then screamed his passion right into Margaret's ear.
"FUCK, FUCK, I'm coming," he groaned. "I can't wait any more, I got to do it. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, don't move, don't move an inch. It's happening, I'm C OMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG."
Margaret felt the boy's rod bunching and buckling inside her, pressed against her womb as it shot its juices. She was washed from within by the thick saline fluids and then felt the liquid seeping out of her body again, coating her thighs and midsection with its warmth. But the lad was still shooting, still firing gallons of semen into her body.
"Stay inside me," Margaret pleaded. "Don't worry, I'll keep you hard. I want you inside me, Dexie."
Margaret knew that her time had come, that she could not hold back for another second. She was sweating copiously and could smell her own secretions as well as the semen that still leaked out of her contracting pussy. She closed her eyes and stopped moving, knowing that the two lusty lads would easily bring her the rest of the way to her climax.
Her body went rigid and then Margaret was able to let go. She clamped her cunt around Dexie's cock and tried to relax her overloaded asshole. Then she felt her orgasm starting in her clitoris and rapidly spreading to the rest of her pussy, a spasm of lust that would not let her rest.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH, it's happening to me again," she panted. "Please, don't stop, keep fucking me. I love it, it feels so fucking good. Yes, YES, YES, keep it up, I'm almost there. I'm coming. AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"
Her orgasm seemed to go on forever, affecting every muscle and never in Margaret's overwrought body. She began to move again, sliding her cunt and asshole along the stiff cocks that were filling her so well. But then, after a few seconds she could feel herself coming back to her senses.
Dexie's cock slid from her cunt, leaving a clear field to the other lad, still jamming his cock deep into Margaret's well lubricated bunghole. She moved with him as well as her fatigue would allow, knowing that he was almost there. He was fucking her harder now, pounding away lustily, not to be satisfied until he had filled her asshole with scum.
At last the lad was ready to fly. He forced his stiff prick in one last time and then rested against Margaret's soft buttocks as his orgasm ran its course. Margaret felt her asshole loosening and then a river of come invaded her body, soothing her dried out tissues and membranes.
Half an hour later Margaret was alone in her bed. The boys had refused to stay the night but that was just as well as far as she was concerned. Tomorrow was going to be a crucial day in her life and it was best to get a good night's sleep before her risky confrontation with Jim Hansen.
CHAPTER NINE
The following day passed quickly and uneventfully enough for Margaret Dowler. John had shown up for class again, she managed a brief conversation with June Goodwin and then, at the end of the day, Jim Hansen stopped by her classroom to confirm their date for that evening.
There was no trace of a lingering illness on Jim's part and Margaret began to wonder why the man had taken a day off from work. She suppressed her curiosity and told Jim to come to her apartment at nine, giving her a chance to change and relax after a long, hard day on the job.
Once home, Margaret worked quickly, showering, cooking, dressing, cleaning her apartment and then finally calling June and telling the young beauty to hurry over. When June arrived Margaret was sitting in her favorite chair, sipping a tall drink and with a worried look on her lovely face.
"You look terrific," June commented, her eyes sweeping along from Margaret's carefully made-up face to her low-cut and revealing dress. "I've never seen you dressed no nicely."
"You look fine yourself," Margaret told her. "But we'll talk about that later."
June did look especially good that day, young and slender, needing no cosmetics or fancy clothing to appeal to the older woman. It was tempting to get something started while they waited for Jim, to take the gorgeous little creature into her arms and relax in the best possible way, but Jim was due to arrive soon and it was out of the question.
Margaret instructed June to wait in the bedroom, giving the girl a stack of magazines and a portable radio with earphones to while away the time. June started to ask questions but was immediately silenced. She didn't have to understand what was going on, didn't have to do anything but wait.
Jim arrived a few minutes later, knocking loudly at the door and then handing Margaret a bottle of imported champagne as he stepped into her living room. He kissed Margaret on the lips and then sat down reluctantly as Margaret broke their embrace and disappeared into the kitchen for a few minutes.
They drank champagne together and Margaret was careful to give Jim no opportunity to put the make on her. They talked, drank, danced, talked some more and then switched to martinis after the bottle was empty. To her satisfaction, Margaret noticed that her date was now far gone in drink.
"Come on, honey, this is nice but I want you now," Jim slurred, staring her straight in the eye. "Don't be coy with me, it's a little late for that."
"I don't mean to put you off," Margaret answered, finally letting the man kiss her. "Damn, this is so embarrassing."
Jim plunged his tongue deep into Margaret's mouth and then went directly for the woman's tits. Margaret looked magnificent that night, her long legs protruding gracefully from her short skirt, her tits bulging provocatively from her low-cut neckline. And the alcohol was firing his blood all the more.
Margaret allowed herself to be fondled, knowing that the crisis would be reached in another minute. She shuddered with anticipation as Jim's hand slid into the cleavage of her big soft tits. She returned Jim's kiss, pressed herself into his arms, finally reached down and let her right hand rest lightly on the man's swelling, throbbing groin.
"Let's go into the bedroom," Jim panted as he began to pull at Margaret's clothing. "I can't wait any longer. I just have to fuck you. You can't get me drunk and then sit here looking like a goddess and expect me not to want you."
"Jim, I'm sorry, but we can't go in there, not yet anyway," Margaret insisted. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but I have a friend here, a girl. It just happened, darling, and I couldn't get rid of her."
That was June's cue to enter the living room. She stepped timidly from Margaret's bedroom and then nodded her head at Jim Hansen without meeting his eyes. In the midst of his inebriation Jim was sure that he recognized the girl, had seen her somewhere before. But by that time, Margaret was talking again, explaining that June was the daughter of a friend of hers who had been left there for the night while the friend was away on business.
"Well, she's pretty enough, isn't she," Jim directed his words to Margaret. "Give her a drink or something, if she's not too young for it. Can't stand to have anyone sober around."
Margaret gestured to June, who quickly sat down beside Jim on the living room couch. The first test had been passed. Although Jim had seen June in school, although he had spoken to her parents on several occasions, he did not recognize the girl. More important, he seemed attracted to her.
Now the ball was in June's court. Margaret found an excuse to leave the room again, abandoning the young girl to Jim's drunken lust. No doubt about it, Jim was a hypocrite like all men. With all his talk of sexual morality he was practically creaming in his pants over the young sex goddess.
"Tell me a little about yourself," Jim insisted when Margaret was gone. "You're a very lovely young lady. If there were a few girls like you in my school I'd have been fired by now."
"What do you mean? I don't really understand you."
"You understand," Jim insisted, trying to focus his eyes and ignore the hardon that was pulling at his pants. "A pretty little thing like you. Can't believe I'm the first."
At that point, Jim moved closer to June on the couch, putting an arm over the back of the sofa and then letting it drop onto June's shoulders. The girl shivered in his arms but then he was kissing her, fastening his mouth to hers and pressing the slender blonde against his chest. It was his lucky night, all right, as long as Margaret stayed away for awhile.
June responded to the kiss, finally realizing what Margaret had had in mind. She didn't really want to make it with Jim, although she had to admit that he was a handsome and attractive man. Still, it was her only chance of staying in school and helping her boyfriend. She closed her eyes as Jim's tongue slid into her mouth, knowing she had a long evening ahead of her.
Jim wasted no time going to work on the young beauty. He kissed June and then slid his hand down to her breasts, swinging his body around so that he was lying almost on top of her. June was incredible, the most gorgeous little thing he had ever encountered. Everything about her was perfect, from her shapely hairless calves to her budding little titties, to her bright blue eyes and back down to her full, flaring hips and ass.
He undressed the girl as he completed the process of seduction, no longer remembering that Margaret was in the next room. One by one, June's garments were removed until the girl was naked before him, her pink nipples quivering palpably on the tips of her boobs, her cunt already wet from sexual excitation.
Jim struggled out of his own clothing as quickly as possible. He smiled as he saw June staring at his hardon. Obviously the girl had never run into a man like him before. It was nice to be with an innocent girl, a lovely young creature who feared and respected him. And now she was almost ready to be fucked.
They reclined on the couch together and Jim lowered his head to the girl's tits, amazed at the softness and firm muscularity of the precociously developed boobs. He sucked her nipples greedily, loving the girl's helplessness, rejuvenated by her youth. His prick was bursting with desire but drunk as he was, Jim had no intention of being rough with his latest conquest.
Jim could not see Margaret, who had stepped into the doorway and was watching his progress from the darkened kitchen. It was hard for the nervous and overwrought woman to be patient, to wait before bursting into the room, but she had come too far already to risk fucking things up at that point.
Finally Jim achieved his purpose. He fingerfucked June slowly and carefully, caressing her from within until his fingers were coated with warm, fragrant pussy juices. Then he took his swollen cock in his right hand and guided it slowly towards her cunt. He would go easy on the young beauty, would slip his prick in as slowly as his raging lust would allow.
June shuddered as she felt the man entering her. Aside from Margaret, he was only her second lover. John Stephan had taken her virginity and she had never really been with another man. Keeping her eyes closed, she sank deeper into the couch, disappearing from view under Jim's heavy, muscular body.
Jim worked the first two inches of his cock into June's waiting pussy, feeling the strain immediately. That was another nice thing about young girls, he realized. Margaret was certainly no slouch in the tight cunt department but this young girl had her beat by a mile.
June soon became wet and commodious enough to accommodate his rod. Jim fucked her harder and faster. He could feel the girl getting aroused with him, unable to resist the powerful strokes of his thick cock. It would be nice to make her come first but his own lust was quickly getting out of control.
"You're so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous," he muttered as the girl moved with him. "I've never had a girl like you before. But wait, damn it, I don't even know your name."
"June, her name is June," Margaret answered, finally debouching from the kitchen. "June Goodwin if that means anything to you."
"Margaret," Jim spoke drunkenly. "Damn, I forgot all about you. Don't get the wrong idea, I don't know how this got started. Don't be angry at me, I'll explain everything."
"Don't bother," Margaret insisted. "I don't care if you fuck her. I want you to, honestly."
Jim stared at Margaret, closed his eyes, stared at her again. His prick remained buried in the young girl's snatch and his lust quickly got the better of him again. Something strange was going on. He knew that name, knew he had seen the girl before, but drunk and horny as he was, it was impossible to concentrate on anything but his rapidly approaching climax.
He rammed his cock back into June's snatch, fucking the girl harder and faster than before. His cock was like a bar of steel now, blurry fast as it crashed in and out of June's snatch. His breathing grew rapid as he leaned his weight into the girl, feeling her pert tight nipples tickling his chest.
Margaret watched them climaxing together, amazed at the success of her scheme. They were really getting into it now, to the point where Jim was far gone in lust. She would let them finish in peace but then she would confront Jim directly, not allowing him to leave until her problems had been solved.
She heard June moaning with lust, grinding her little hips into the sofa cushions and evidently tightening her cunt around Jim's thick probing cock. She heard the girl moaning with ecstasy and then riveted her eyes to Jim's ass. His strokes were getting more and more urgent, he was almost ready to shoot.
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH, JUNE, JUNE," he shouted. "Come with me, I can't stop. I got to come, got to fill you with cream. Are you ready, angel, are you going to come with me. That's it, cut loose, let it happen. Shit, I'm COMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGG."
June did come with her lover, mingling her cries of passion with Jim's lusty bellowing. Their bodies embraced tightly and then they were rolling and bucking together on the sofa, still shouting their passion aloud. When their lust had subsided, Margaret at last joined them on the couch.
"Yeah, time for you to get in on the fun," Jim announced, seeming more drunk than ever. "I'm horny as a hoot owl and I need both of you to satisfy me."
"You looked like you were doing all right without me," Margaret told her man. "I didn't realize you had such a taste for young girls. I thought you were against that sort of thing."
"Not me," Jim answered, grinning like an idiot. "You should have seen the one I had over my house yesterday. Not as young as June here but not much older either."
"So, you do like them young," Margaret insisted. "You think it's okay for these kids to have sex at their age."
"Yeah, that's fine, it's great," Jim answered with growing impatience. "Everything's fine except talking about it. Come on, Margaret, it's time for you to get in on the fun."
Realizing that the battle was won, Margaret didn't hassle her lover any more. Jim's confession was a real bonanza, one more weapon in her arsenal. She would let the man have his fun, combine her talents with June to drive him half-crazy with lust. Then, when it had all ended, she would show Jim where things were at. It was almost too good to be true.
Smiling, Margaret undressed before her male and female lovers. She wriggled out of her clothing with slow self-assurance, licking her lips with a wet pink tongue. She caressed her own body, displaying her tits and ass proudly to June and Jim Hansen, not knowing which of them to make it with first.
She joined them in bed, lying on Jim's right side while June occupied his left. The two women sat up above Jim and kissed, craning their bodies as their lips met and then falling down onto Jim, four tits smothering him in their warmth. But Jim was tired from sex and alcohol, unable to do anything but lie there and be assaulted by the two insatiable females.
He felt a hand groping for his cock but it was too much trouble to open his eyes and find out whose it was. The fingers were warm, sensitive, experienced. His prick, dripping with come and pussy juice, began to stiffen again, and then a second hand was on his body, manipulating his balls.
Margaret's face loomed above him and he kissed the gorgeous blonde, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth. Then he worked on her tits, only they were June's tits now, their nipples coming up firm and hard as he sucked them. His cock was hard again, fully erect, lined with crooked veins.
Margaret slid away from Jim, only to get at his cock. She bent over the supine man and parted her lips, bringing her head down rapidly and swallowing half his cock in a single motion. She giggled as she saw June squat over Jim's face, spreading her legs and forcing her twat against his mouth.
Going on instinct alone, Jim protruded his tongue and started to lick June's labia. The girl had a fresh spicy taste that turned him on all the more. His tongue moved up and down her slit, darting into her vulva, gliding up to the clitoris that was already red and wet and swollen.
Meanwhile, Margaret had taken in the full length of his cock, swallowed seven inches of hot meat. Her hand caressed his legs and balls but her lips and tongue were more effective, never resting as she sucked Jim's dick. Any second now the man would be ready to plunge into her hungry snatch.
June bounced up and down on Jim's face, closing her cunt muscles around the man's probing tongue. She massaged her own tits and occasionally turned around to see how Margaret was doing. Now that she understood what was going on, things were even better for the hot blooded little sexpot.
The bed creaked and buckled under the weight of three writhing bodies as Margaret finally let Jim's prick escape from her lips. She straddled the man's broad body with her thighs and then lowered herself onto his upward-pointing rigid cock. He fit easily between her dripping labia, penetrating Margaret to the hilt and causing her to groan aloud with passion.
Jim began to come to his senses, the alcohol coming out with his amply flowing sweat. There actually were two women in bed with him, hard as that was to believe, one familiar, one a complete stranger who somehow looked familiar. But it was impossible to think straight while he was fucking them.
Margaret began to do her thing on the end of Jim's prick, sucking the thick rod into her pussy and then squirming from side to side. Moisture leaked from her cunt, filling the room with its spicy redolence and spreading all over Jim's thighs, while making her that much easier to penetrate.
Despite the weight of human flesh pinning him to the cushions, Jim began to move with Margaret, thrusting upward to drive his cock deeper into her delicious snatch. All the while, his tongue stayed busy in June's cunt, lapping every drop of juice that seeped from the moist little cavern.
Margaret raised herself up so that only the thick, blood-gorged tip of Jim's engine remained embedded in her twat. She twisted her torso from side to side, laughing as she heard Jim's shriek of passion being muffled in the depths of June's cunt. Between the two of them they were going to leave Jim a human wreck, a man fucked to the limits of endurance.
Then the voluptuous school teacher sank back down onto Jim's rock-hard rig, sighing with delight as its head banged against her cervix. It had been exquisitely frustrating to watch Jim and June getting it on together and now her passion was just about ready to explode in a climax of lust.
She bounced up and down on Jim's rod, refusing to let more than an inch of it escape her tightly clamped twat. Her tits jiggled with every stroke and touched June's lovely white back as Margaret leaned forward. She was there now, had to wait no longer, was ready to fire her salvo.
"Stay inside me," she moaned, actually addressing her words to June's dimpled shoulders. "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH, yes, that's it, that's what I need. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, keep it in me, don't move, I'll do it for you. AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
Her body jerked and bucked as Margaret had her climax, and her cunt pulled painfully at Jim's rigid rig. Her pussy muscles loosened and contracted repeatedly as the honey poured out of her womb. One spasm led to another as she continued to ride up and down on her penile steed.
As soon as her passion had run its course, Margaret pulled away from Jim. She stood beside the bed and watched eagerly as he slid his tongue in and out of June's snatch. The girl looked so beautiful when she was aroused but for some reason the little angel was having trouble coming.
"Let's do something else," Margaret suggested. "You can get your tongue out of her snatch now, Jim. We're really going to put you to work now."
Margaret leaned over and whispered something into June's ear. A few seconds later both women had dropped down onto the bed on all fours, crouching just an inch or two apart. Jim rolled slowly onto his hands and knees and stared bleary-eyed at the array of cunts and assholes. It was enough to drive a man crazy, a cornucopia of sensual feminine perfection.
He got behind the two blondes and touched one ass with each hand, comparing the texture and firmness of the two women's flesh. Margaret was more desirable than ever, warm and rounded and womanly, her buttocks swelling out to meet his caressing fingers. But in a way June was even better, so young and slender, her skin practically translucent, her firm ass cheeks pink and taut, the kind of ass a man really liked to slap.
He moved over to Margaret again, bending forward until his prick had come between her thighs, and, arching upward, had pressed against her cunt. Margaret reached between her thighs and pulled him into her, feeling her labia stretch around the thick, spongy, dark purple glans.
She allowed Jim to fuck her for a few seconds but then bent forward to get away from the man's cock. She had just come and June obviously needed his services more. Still slow and confused in his movements, Jim mounted the smaller, younger blonde beauty, perfectly happy to trade one hole for another.
His prick pressed between June's cunt and asshole but finally subsided into the folds of her wet labia. The girl was tight, tighter than she'd been the first time he had fucked her. And he could feel her soft skin against him as he sank his weight into her, penetrating the girl completely.
He fucked June hard and fast, as if she were a mature woman able to take whatever was dished out to her. Margaret winced at his passionate, savage assault but knew that June was digging every second of it. The girl's face was flushed now and she had the look of a woman ready to come.
She ground her ass against Jim's midsection and then began to groan aloud, knowing that she was almost there. Margaret lay down next to the girl and craned her head up to get at June's tits. The young beauty was impossible to resist and Margaret had to help her along the path to orgasmic release.
"OOOOOOOOOOOO, that feels so good," the girl moaned, her voice urgent and high-pitched. "YES, YES, keep fucking me, sock that big thing into my twat. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, that's it, Jim, keep fucking me, make me come."
At the culmination of her passion June fell face forward onto the mattress, leaving a trail of pussy juice on the sheets beneath her heaving young body. She lay with her ass pointed upward and with Margaret below her, frantically sucking the girl's hard little tits into a greedy mouth.
Jim remained on his knees, his prick sticking straight out, looking as long and thick as a telephone pole. Margaret broke away from June and decided that the man was all hers now. June had had her fun and now it was time for some serious fucking before her ultimate confrontation with Jim.
She lay down flat on her back and beckoned to Jim with a crooked forefinger. The man pushed June out of the way and flopped down on top of her, letting Margaret guide his cock into her waiting pussy. Their bodies met with a loud sloshing sound, mingled with Margaret's soft moan of desire.
"Fuck me, Jim, I want you to fuck me," Margaret chanted. "Just like that, hard and fast. I want your cock Jim, I want to feel that big thing all the way inside me."
Margaret let Jim kiss her, tasting the alcohol on his breath as well as a trace of June's vaginal secretions. Her tits were crushed under the man's powerful chest and her hips were barely able to take his weight but she was moving with him all the way, wondering if they would have their orgasms together.
Jim seemed to be picking up the pace, showing that the alcohol had not had a lasting effect on his virility. His cock vibrated deep inside Margaret's wet snatch, huge and incessantly thrusting. They moved with perfect synchronicity, much to the enjoyment of the young voyeur sharing their bed.
Margaret reached for Jim's balls, squeezing the heavy sacs in her right hand and letting her fingertips massage the thick base of Jim's rod. His muscles were tight now and he was breathing hard. Margaret closed her eyes, abandoning herself completely to her burning lust and impassioned desires.
At last she started to come, just as Jim's prick was exploding deep inside her stretched wet pussy. Her orgasm started slowly but built into a thing of awesome power, causing her to scream with lust. Jim pumped at her furiously, his prick hotter and harder than ever, spewing its juices forth now, shooting three separate jets of semen into Margaret's caressing pussy.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH, that's right, keep fucking me, fuck me hard," Margaret shouted. "Don't stop, don't stop until I come. I can't help it, fuck me, I'm COMMMMMMIIINNNNNNNGGG."
Jim pumped at the woman's body until his balls had been drained completely. Even then he continued his violent pelvic movements, stopping only when his cock slid wet and limp from Margaret's snatch. Then he lay flat on his back, breathing hard, wiping rivers of sweat from his face and neck.
"June, it's time for you to leave the room," Margaret said a few moments later. "Jim and I have a few things to discuss. Why don't you go into the living room. Maybe there's a phone call or two you might want to make."
June smiled and slipped through the open doorway, knowing just what Margaret had in mind. One person was needed to complete the circle, to make things balanced and symmetrical. Naked, she walked to the telephone and dialed John's home.
CHAPTER TEN
Alone with her lover, Margaret Dowler chose her words with care. She sat beside Jim Hansen and watched as the handsome administrator came slowly to his senses, emerging from an alcoholic haze. Jim started to speak, staring directly into Margaret's blue eyes as he gathered his thoughts.
"No, let me do the talking," Margaret stated before her lover could begin. "And don't pretend that you're drunk or anything. I know you too well to fall for that."
"Go ahead, then," Jim answered, his voice still thick and slurred. "So far I have no idea what you're getting at."
Margaret smiled again and moved closer to Jim on the touseled double bed. "First of all, do you really not know who June is or were you just putting us on? You don't really? June, June Goodwin, John Stephan's little girlfriend, the girl you were going to expel from school. Does that ring a bell?"
"My God," Jim shouted, dropping all pretense of inebriation. "Are you trying to get me fired or are you blackmailing me, Margaret? How could you do this to me?-Why?"
"I didn't like the idea of deceiving you but it was the only way. I had to show you that your ideas of sex, your whole hypocritical morality is a crock of shit."
"In other words," Jim interrupted. "If I fuck the girl it's all right for John to do it, even though they're just children, even though he missed getting her pregnant by sheer luck. You've got a funny way of making your point, I'll grant you that."
"Come off your high horse, darling," Margaret continued. "She's not the first young girl you've been with. Half an hour ago you were bragging about some other girl you'd seduced."
Jim winced visibly before answering. "You've got me there, Margaret, I can't deny it. But the other girl was in high school, practically an adult. And I don't make a practice of that sort of thing, even if it happens now and then."
"Yes, but the point is that you should understand that you're not the only virile man in the world. Why should John's desires be any different from yours? For that matter, why should mine. Don't you see what a double standard you're setting?"
"I suppose so," Jim answered reluctantly. "Maybe I was jealous of John. You know it's not easy to be in my position. You could never understand the temptations I face every day."
"I think I might have some idea," Margaret said with a broad, knowing smile. "A pretty good idea, at that."
"No, it can't be," Jim protested. "You're not going to sit there and tell me that you've gotten involved that way with your students, with John Stephan. How could you, Margaret?"
"Oh, I suppose it's different for a woman. Wake up, Jim, this is the Twentieth Century, remember? We women have bodies too, sexual desires even. Jim, I'm really sorry to hit you with this all at once, but it was the only way. I couldn't let you get those two kids in trouble, it just isn't right."
"So, it is blackmail," Jim concluded, sitting up straight with his back propped against the wall. "If I do anything to June or John you'll make sure it backfires on me."
"Don't be melodramatic," Margaret insisted, "it's just not your style. Look, darling, you liked that little scene as much as I did, maybe more. Let's face it, let's drop the rhetoric, let's stop playing games. All I want you to do is be reasonable. Nothing's going to change, except for the better."
Jim did not answer for several minutes. He seemed to close in on himself, mulling the new information over and over in his now sobered mind. He looked at Margaret between narrowed eyes, admiring the woman despite himself. She was right, of course, had already won their battle. There was no way he could expel the children after having fucked June Goodwin.
At last he smiled appealingly at Margaret and then moved closer to the naked woman, inhaling the fragrance of her recently aroused body. Yes, now that he had fucked June, there was no reason on earth not to continue, but it was still difficult to accept the idea of Margaret making it with young John Stephan.
"You just have to get used to it," Margaret stated, as if reading his mind. "I don't even understand it all myself. All I know is that I've given up struggling against myself, that I'm happier now than I've been in my whole life before."
And Margaret did look happy, with her broad inviting smile, with her skin glowing like that of an adolescent girl, with her eyes bright and mischievous. Jim put his right arm around Margaret's shoulder and drew the woman close. Crazy as it seemed, he was aroused again, wanted to fuck Margaret then and there.
"Should we call June in or do you want me all to yourself?" he asked, an overtone of humor in his voice.
"Not yet," Margaret answered, snuggling her head against Jim's huge, hairy chest. "She's waiting for somebody, talking on the phone. You'll get another chance at her. You won't have to spend the whole night with an old bag like me."
She was jealous, Jim realized, insecure about how she stacked up against the beautiful fourteen year old schoolgirl. Well, there was one way to assuage the woman's fears, to relieve the last vestiges of apprehension. He owed Margaret a debt and fortunately knew in just what coin to repay it.
He kissed Margaret, plunging his tongue deep into her waiting mouth and feeling her tremble in his strong arms. She seemed younger, more vital and passionate, very much like June Goodwin in fact. His hand strayed down to Margaret's soft, warm breasts and his budding hardon pressed against the woman's hips.
Margaret did not say a word to her lover, instead abandoning herself totally to his importunate caresses. Her eyes closed, she let Jim work her over from top to toe, stroking and fondling her tits, sliding his palms between her ivory thighs, cupping her mons veneris in strong, slightly nervous fingers.
A long moment later, Margaret reached for her lover's prick, surprised and delighted to feel that it had already swollen into a state of full arousal. There was no need for foreplay at a time like that. Both their bodies were ready, almost overstimulated. Tension was mounting and there was only one way to ease it.
Jim was with Margaret every step of the way. He mounted the woman, forcing his thighs between hers and then guiding his prick home with his left hand. Margaret was wet and ready, her cunt still dripping with his come. Now he was inside her again, his cock throbbing as it drove home deep and solid.
Margaret sighed lustily, surprised at her own responsiveness. She was tired physically and emotionally drained but her body felt incredibly sensual and desirous. She could feel every inch of Jim's prick inside her, caressing her pussy walls and going a little bit deeper with each slow, powerful lunge.
They moved together, still nervous, translating their fears into passionate sex. Margaret wrapped her arms around Jim's broad back and drew the man closer to her. Now he was all the way in, the tip of his cock pressed against her womb, his chest almost knocking the breath out of her heaving torso.
Jim's prick made loud wet noises as it slid in and out of his mistress's love chute. His balls slapped against her thighs at the end of each stroke. Her nipples, rubbing incessantly against him, turned Jim on all the more. Now his fears had been truly laid to rest. He was enjoying sex like never before now that Margaret had turned him on to his real desires.
Their passion mounted as the two lovers cemented their union. Margaret ran her fingers along Jim's back, digging her sharp-pointed nails into his thick hirsute skin. She cupped her hands over Jim's buttocks and then tickled his asshole with the tip of her index finger. Despite all the fucking they'd done that night, he seemed close to another orgasm.
But they were interrupted before that could come to pass. Jim was the first to notice June and John, standing timidly in the doorway, blushing as they watched the older couple go through their paces. Margaret tightened as she noted their presence. It was a bad time for John to have shown up.
"Well, now we're all here," Jim announced, lifting his body to address the youngsters but keeping his prick buried in Margaret's clinging snatch. "Don't stand there like a wooden Indian, John, get out of your clothing and join us."
"Can I really?" John asked, his voice rasping and almost cracking. "I mean, you really don't mind, you want me to be here? I didn't have anything to do with this, Mr. Hansen. I didn't know what was going down until June called me just now."
Jim nodded his head and smiled at the lad. John was all right, he decided, reminded Jim of himself at that age. The lad returned the smile and then began to struggle with his clothing. As he undressed, Jim fucked Margaret again, knowing that he would not have the woman to himself for much longer. He would have to watch John fucking her but that would be all right, as long as he could get another shot at the boy's luscious little girlfriend.
The four voluptuaries piled onto the bed together, the springs creaking loudly under their combined weight. Jim kept his cock rooted in Margaret's warm snatch but at the same time bent his head so that he could kiss June Goodwin on her soft pink lips. He looked at John and saw that the boy was aroused but still too scared to do anything about his passion.
But Margaret took care of that, turning her head so that her mouth was inches away from John's rigid cock. The boy caught on quickly, holding his prick and guiding it into her parted lips. It was happening and he could take it, Jim knew, could share Margaret with a fourteen year old student.
The two couples struggled in their new alignment. None was really experienced at orgies with the exception of Margaret, who was powerless to speak now that she had John's cock in her mouth. There was no need to plan their scene or to pair off into permanent couples. It was better to hang loose and let things happen at their own pace, with a full evening before them.
June stood up, balancing her slender body precariously on the buckling mattress, supporting herself by leaning with one hand against the corner wall. She crouched slightly so that her pussy was facing Jim's mouth. That way he could fuck one woman and eat out the other's twat.
Jim got into it quickly, still shocked by the sensuality and erotic talents of the handsome youngsters. June's cunt was warm and wet already, dripping with warm spicy secretions, covering half his face in its copious flow. He drove his tongue in deeper and used one hand to support June's swaying body.
Margaret continued to lick John's cock, fully relaxed for the first time in weeks. It had all worked out so well, they were so happy together that she could have burst into tears. It was like a dream made flesh, the perfect solution to her perennial problems. For once she was having things her way, was surrounded with love in the form of her employer and two favorite students.
Slowly, little by little, the four lovers began to get comfortable together, shifting their positions almost imperceptibly. Margaret felt hands exploring every inch of her body, felt her tits being stimulated, felt a knowing finger rubbing against her clitoris.
Still flat on her back, she moved with Jim, knowing that the man was just a few seconds away from shooting his wad. His prick was moving faster inside her, slamming in with increasing force. She could feel Jim's hot breath on her neck. He was almost there but she herself was not ready to come.
She ignored her other lovers for the moment, allowing John's cock to slide from her mouth. With her eyes closed it was easy to imagine that she and Jim were alone. She tightened her twat muscles around the man's probing hole and then could hear his moans turning into cries of uninhibited lust.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, Margaret, Margaret, I'm almost there," Jim shouted, whaling his prick in for the last time. "Hold still, don't move at all. OOOOOOHHHHHH, yes, yes, here it comes. I can't hold back anymore. I'm COMMMMMMMMMIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG."
Margaret opened her eyes as she felt Jim's come cascading into her waiting snatch. She felt three discrete jets of semen entering her, shooting into the depths of her cunt. Jim kept moving for a few seconds after that, refusing to slow down until his balls had drained and his cock had begun to shrink.
He withdrew from her right after that, allowing Margaret to take a look at June and John Stephan. The passionate youngsters had been forced off the bed during Jim's orgasm but that had not slowed them down at all. They lay together on the rug below her, fucking silently but with great passion.
"Come back into bed," she told them. "Let's really get into this time. We have a lot to celebrate and I don't want to waste any time. It isn't getting any earlier."
"What's the hurry?" Jim asked. "We have all night."
"You and I do," Margaret explained. "But their parents are going to be expecting June and John home eventually."
Jim seemed satisfied with that explanation. The four orgiasts got into bed together and for the next few moments appeared to be attempting to tie their limbs and bodies together inextricably. Again, Margaret could hardly tell one lover from the other, hardly knew which one she was touching.
Then she and June were together, with the two men squeezed to the outside of the double bed. She knew that she was being watched but that made things even better for the passionate woman. She kissed June full on the lips and then increased the ante, using one hand on June's tits and the other on her cunt.
In another moment she had June in position, draping her body across the girl's legs and going directly for her cunt. With their bodies reversed it was easy enough to get her tongue into June's fuck hole and she knew that it would not be long before June returned her favors in the best possible way.
Lying on top of June's slender body, Margaret wormed her tongue right into the girl's fragrant fuck box. June was dripping wet already, her cunt running and overflowing with come and pussy juice. Margaret relished the spicy, raunchy taste, loved the sensual odor that was filling her dilated nostrils.
She lapped the girl's fluids greedily, just as June began to work on her own hungry cunt. Margaret shifted her attention to the young beauty's clitoris, finding that the tiny pink organ had already begun to protrude from behind its protective hood. John had warmed the girl up but she would bring June to orgasm.
Her tongue slid back and forth over the hypersensitive organ and then Margaret framed it with her lips and tongue, not resting for a second. It was hot in her bedroom and she was sweating heavily, blonde hair pasted to her scalp as she strove to bring June to a passionate climax.
But then the two men got into the act again, unable to be mere spectators for long. She felt John's tongue running down her back and Jim's strong hands moving her body from side to side, caressing her smooth skin with skill and understanding. In another moment, Margaret realized that she would celebrate her own climax before June was ready to fly.
As her passion mounted, Margaret could not help paying less attention to June's dripping quim. Her tongue remained on the girl's clitty but her strokes became desultory. But June wasn't letting her down, dividing her lingual ministrations between Margaret's dripping vulva and erect red clitty.
"JUNE, JUNE, JUNE," she shouted. "That feels so nice, so fucking nice. I'm going to come, June darling, right in your mouth. OOOOOOOOO, that's it, keep tonguing me, don't stop now. I need you. Keep eating me. Oh, yes, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."
Margaret's cunt closed down around the girl's tongue, drawing it ever deeper into her lusting body. June held on for dear life, placing her hands on Margaret's churning hips and refusing to let her tongue be dislodged. All the while, the sounds of Margaret's passion filled the crowded bedroom.
But her passion waned quickly and June was soon able to remove her tongue from Margaret's dripping twat. The girl's lovely face was coated with pussy juice, running down her chin and forming a sticky puddle between her firm young tits. Margaret kissed her again, a long lingering kiss that turned the older woman on all over again.
She wanted to eat June out again, bring the little sexpot to orgasm, but it was not to be. John and Jim had made friends during Margaret's lesbian interlude and had decided that it was time for the girls to submit to their combined attack. Before she knew what was happening, Margaret was lying flat on her back, watching John Stephan as he lowered himself onto her.
As the boy's cock sank in to the hilt, Margaret tried to collect her thoughts. Everything seemed just perfect, better than she had dared to hope. John was inside her, Jim was already fucking June and the children were safe from adult persecution. The whole situation was as simple as that.
Margaret put her arms around John's slender body, overwhelmed by her good fortune. Never before had she felt so free, so satiated with lust, so womanly and desirable. She ground her buttocks into the mattress beneath her and wiggled her hips to either side, driving her lover insane with desire.
John fucked her more slowly and patiently than usual, having already worked out some of his lust on June's elegant young body. His prick seemed bigger, his whole body more mature, but he was the same boy whose youth had always turned her on. Now it was up to her to show him the best time of his young life.
Margaret reached for the boy's balls, trapping the heavy sacs in one hand and squeezing them gently. She felt John sucking at the delicate skin of her neck, felt his lips being glued to her swollen tits, felt him slide one hand under her ass and seek out her asshole as he lifted Margaret from the bed.
Margaret tilted her body backward, balancing her weight on strong shoulders, giving John his choice of her cunt or asshole. Her smaller orifice was dripping with come and soon John took the hint, withdrawing his prick and then forcing it into her bunghole, penetrating Margaret with a single stroke, causing the blonde teacher to wince with surprise and discomfort.
But Margaret got used to the new penetration in record time, wanting to do everything possible to increase her young lover's pleasure. She felt his weight sinking down onto her and then he had entered her completely. He reached down and used his free hand to work on Margaret's clitty, maniupulating the tiny organ with thumb and forefinger.
Margaret tightened her anal spincter around John's probing cock, not caring which of her holes the boy filled with his come. It was difficult to move in that position but she would not give up without a fight. Her muscles tightened and her skin flushed as John shot his prick in with increasing speed.
She looked to the side and saw that Jim was fucking June from behind, also sampling the pleasures of the girl's lower orifices. It seemed impossible for June to take that huge machine into her tiny asshole but she did it without complaint, smiling wickedly as she fucked Jim for the third time that evening.
It seemed that both couples were moving together, not consciously but as if they were parts of a single organism, a four part body with a common goal of sexual release. Now John was fucking her cunt again but Margaret could not remember him leaving her asshole. It just didn't seem to matter.
The boy pumped harder and harder, expelling his breath violently as his orgasm approached. Margaret stopped moving with him, taking a well deserved rest and letting him work out on his own. It was nice to lie there completely passive, looking up at one lover and over her shoulder at the other two.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIII, MARGARET," John bellowed. "I don't want to come yet but I can't stop, I just can't. I'm ready now, ready to come. AAAAAAAAARRRRR-RGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH."
Mingled with the sound of John's passionate orgasm was an incessant ringing of Margaret's telephone. She stretched her arm to the right and tried to knock the receiver off its prongs but it was inches out of her reach. The ringing was grating, annoying, but it seemed to have no effect on John's lust.
When the boy had finished coming, he pulled his prick out immediately, the huge organ still leaking come. Margaret reached out and secured the receiver, ready to hang up immediately. But a familiar voice addressed her, that of Roger, asking if it would be all right for he and Dexie to pay her a visit.
"No, Roger, not now," Margaret answered, trying to catch her breath and make her voice pleasant. "No, it's out of the question. I'm sorry but we'll have to do it some other time."
"Hey, I know who that is," John shouted, grabbing the phone from Margaret's hand. "Look, man, this is John Stephan and I don't want you calling here any more. Got it?"
So saying, John slammed the receiver back on its hook and lay down beside Margaret on the bed. He was joined a moment later by Jim Hansen, who had just finished fucking June. Without a word passing between them, the two men attacked Margaret simultaneously. Their hands probed at her tits and cunt, her buttocks and asshole, until she was turned on again. Then they began to fuck Margaret, Jim using her asshole and John her cunt.
Margaret submitted eagerly to the dual fucking, tired but always ready for more. Jim's prick slid easily into her asshole and John had no trouble fitting his six inches into her dripping twat. For a moment Margaret lay still but soon she moved with her lovers, raising their passion to her own level.
She pumped her hips and wiggled her torso gracefully, drawing both stiff cocks deeper into her body. For once in her life she had achieved a perfect synthesis and was being turned on at the same time by a virile, passionate boy and a skilled, experienced older lover.
Her body coated with sweat, Margaret felt herself being pressed between two hard male bodies. Her nipples rubbed against John's chest and she could feel one of the men fondling her clitoris with his thumb. They were driving her wild again, bringing the passionate woman closer to orgasm.
It seemed a shame that John had taken the phone from her and discouraged Margaret's other young lovers, Roger and Dexie. But there was no reason for her not to contact them again, if she wanted to. No man was ever going to tell Margaret what to do again, certainly not whom to fuck.
She was a free woman who had gained perfect self-understanding after more years than she cared to remember of doubt, apprehension and confusion. For the first time she had faced herself honestly and was being rewarded by a night of sex that was improving with each passing minute. She was almost there, almost ready to celebrate yet another orgasm.
As her orgasm began, Margaret's eyes took in June Goodwin, standing at the foot of the bed and waiting patiently to be reincluded in the orgy. Margaret could still taste the girl's cunt juice in her mouth, could hardly wait to get at her again. Her eyes closed and she began to writhe furiously between her lovers, knowing that they would not take long to join her.
All in all, it looked like she was going to have one hell of a good school year. John and June would be graduating soon but there would be others like them, handsome passionate youngsters to satisfy her every sexual need. Best of all, she had an ally now, a man who shared her passion for youth, a man whose thick cock had finally brought her to a climax.
