Though the closed world of various institutions is seemingly totally removed from day-to-day events as most people know them, this is not always the case.
The same desires, physical sensations and everyday wants that affect us are also part of the makeup of the people who work in some of today's established and respected institutions and professions. Teachers are no less human than their students.
SEE TEACHER SUCK is the story of one such individual. Perhaps the product of stringent upbringing, Kim Trent seeks a release, though not one which is manifest in a conventional form-a cocktail party or weekend picnic or an evening at a movie. Instead, she pursues her most base ambitions and desires-those of the flesh-at the school where she works.
SEE TEACHER SUCK- fiction, yes, but a story providing insight into some personality stereotypes we may know less of than we think.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Kim Trent's evening dress was cut so low that her tits were visible damn near to the nipples. Each time she moved, her tits heaved and bulged, as if they wanted to burst free. The dress front stretched and strained. And once in a while the pink circle surrounding her left nipple peeked into the open. She tried to remember not to bend down.
And she wondered for the hundredth time if the dress was too sexy for a gathering of teachers. Would the principal, Mr. Morris, think her a whore? It was his house, after all, and his party. This was the big annual bash he always threw, apparently for the benefit of the new teachers. So that they could get to know their fellow laborers, as he called them.
The house was jammed, and she'd long since lost track of her husband Dave. He was off chatting with someone, Mr. Morris, himself, probably. Dave always liked to make good impressions with people, but especially if it involved something as important as this, their first major teaching job. She and Dave would be teaching in the same school for the first time. She wondered if it would help their marriage any.
It was Dave who had suggested she wear the dress, in fact. He told her she shouldn't try to hide a body like hers. It was criminal. And if she could make a good impression on someone because of her cleavage-well, why not? A nice pair of tits sometimes worked a lot better than all the references and diplomas in the world. Dave could be so tacky sometimes. She couldn't help but wonder about him.
Kim caught sight of him suddenly across the room, and sure enough, he was talking with Mr. Morris as if they were long-lost buddies.
The principal was nodding and smiling at people as they came and went in the crowd, and she wondered if he was listening to Dave at all. He was probably being polite, was all. With Dave, it was sometimes all people could do.
"What are you doing hiding yourself away in a corner?" someone said to her. "You should be mixing and mingling, meeting all your fellow laborers. Didn't you know that?"
It was Vern Michaels, a physical education teacher she'd been introduced to earlier by Mrs. Morris. He was tall and good-looking, and Kim was a little bit scared of him. He hadn't taken his eyes off her tits the whole time he'd been talking to her before, and he was doing it again now. She felt completely naked from the waist up.
"Oh, I'm a little shy, I guess," she smiled. She blushed prettily, not knowing what else to say.
"Just the way I like them," he grinned. "Shy and beautiful. You know you're the most gorgeous woman here? You make all these other babes look like old hens."
Again she blushed, and felt silly for doing so. "I'm a little younger maybe, is all," she smiled. But she was flattered. It had been a long time since Dave had said anything like that to her. She felt herself glowing as Vern stared at her.
"Let's get a breath of air," he went on.
And before she could say no he was nudging her through the crowd and out onto the patio, he took her arm and walked her down into the Morris' lovely garden. He was obviously used to having his own way.
The garden was huge and very well kept. There were groups of trees planted for shade and walkways that threaded in between. Vern led her away from two or three other chatting couples and soon they were alone beside some exotic flowering bush. He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. He planted his hand firmly ok her swelling tit.
"Vern! Mr. Michaels! What are you doing?" Her breath was taken away. Her heart was suddenly pounding crazily.
"Such gorgeous tits! I've never seen tits so perfect. Fuck, they're beautiful," he hissed, rolling his hand around on one lush tit mound. He pried his fingers into her dress and cupped her tit, squeezed it. He ran his thumb tip back and forth across her nipple.
"Vern! Mr. Michaels!" she gasped. She wondered if she should scream. But then she didn't want to cause a scene at Mr. Morris' party. What would Dave say?
"Fuck, you're lovely. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you all evening. Fuck ..." he panted. He had her tit out in the open now and he was massaging it, mauling her tit with his long slender fingers. Her nipple had started to stiffen. It was hot and hard against his skin.
"Mr. Michaels . . . what if someone should see? I'm a married woman!" Whatever she said sounded ridiculous to her. But she had to say something.
"You're not happily married. I can tell. I saw the way you were looking at that jerk you're married to." He was working at her other tit, prying it loose from her dress.
For the moment she didn't know what to say. She was amazed. He had spoken the absolute truth. He had summed up her whole life in a nutshell. And they'd only just met. How did he know? Was it so obvious? Did she really look at her husband as if she thought him an asshole? She wriggled and squirmed in Vern's arms. But both nipples were now erecting, giving her away.
"You love it, don't you? How long since you've had any action? How long since that prickhead of a husband of yours gave it to you good?" he hissed. Around and around his hands moved on her tits. And now he pressed his body hard against hers, so that she could feel his growing cock through their clothes. He was breathing heavily in her ear.
"You . . . you don't have the right to talk to me . . . like this ..." she gulped. If only he weren't so strong: And if only he weren't so damn good looking. She could feel herself responding to him in spite of everything.
"You love it. You fucking love it," he growled.
And suddenly he was dipping his head, planting his mouth on one of her stiffening nipples. He drew her nipple between his lips, sucked on it hungrily. He felt it telescope in his mouth. Her tit tip was soon hard as granite and nearly an inch long.
"Ohhhh, God!" Kim whimpered.
She glanced around the darkened garden quickly, wondering if anyone could see them. All kinds of strange feelings were bubbling up inside her. Vern's tongue was circling her nipple, teasing it, poking it.
She felt all her resistance flowing away. She didn't have the energy to fight a force as strong as Vern Michaels. He was in complete control. And not just of her body, it seemed. He appeared to know all about her relation- ship with her husband. He even Knew about her sexual frustration. How did he know about that? How could he know that Dave only got it up for her once or twice a month, and when he did he came almost before he had his cock in her pussy?
"Fucking beautiful tits. Fucking beautiful," Vern murmured suddenly. He had lifted his mouth off her left nipple and was moving over to the right one. His arm still circled her waist, though she wasn't struggling and writhing anymore.
Kim stared down at him, wondering how he could know so much. She and Dave had only been in town a month. They barely knew a soul yet. And yet here was this guy telling her all about herself. Like he was her shrink or something. It was uncanny. And now she was letting him suck her tits in public-when up to now the only man she'd ever had any kind of sex with was her husband.
He was leaning over her, bending her backwards while he sucked her tits. One arm was around her waist still, but with his free hand he was reaching down, squeezing her ass. His fingers dug into her springy ass cheeks and he forced her against him. She could feel the solid log of his cock arching up along her thigh.
"Vern ... oh God, Vern!" she panted. She gripped her hands to his shoulders so that she wouldn't fall on her ass in the flowering bush. She couldn't be sure, but she thought she felt a dab of moisture seep out from between her pussy lips.
Her nipples were swelling. They stuck up high and wet off her tits. Finally he broke off his sucking to survey them, to stare at her tits in the dim half-light. The ends of her tits were wet and gleaming. The nipples jutted up well over half an inch off their pink circles of puffy flesh.
"I want to fuck these sometime," he muttered. "I want to cram my hard cock between your tits and fuck them till I spurt. But I guess this isn't the place."
For a moment she thought he was going to stop feeling her and sucking her tits. And she was shocked to discover that she didn't want him to. She wanted him to go on to do more. He didn't disappoint her. He was dropping to his knees on the grass. His hands ran up the backs of her legs, raising her dress as he went. She felt the cool evening air along her thighs.
"Tonight we've only got time for a quick suck, I guess. A warm-up for things to come.
How about a quick pussy-suck before we call it a night? Would you like that? You want me to lick your cunt?" He glanced up at her face quickly as he lifted her dress. Then he dipped his head down.
Kim had worn no hose. All she had on under the sexy dress were a pair of lacy white panties. These were exposed now as he held her dress up in front of her belly. They stretched across her crotch like a silver triangle. Her golden thighs contrasted strangely with the sheet fabric.
He waited a split second, grunted approvingly, then mashed his face roughly against her crotch. Kim gasped and thought she would fall over backwards, but he held her firm. His mouth was on her cunt and he was licking and sucking at it through her sheer panties. He made wet slobbering noises as he ate her pussy.
"Vern ... oh God . . . Vern!" she .moaned.
Her knees felt as though they were about to buckle, and she clasped her hands behind his head and ruffled his hair. His mouth felt so good against her pussy. It sent ripples of pleasure up through her belly and into her tits. Her tits were still exposed, and her nipples jutted out obscenely.
He snorted and snuffled in her crotch, scraping his tongue back and forth up and down along her puffy cunt lips. In seconds her panties were plastered to her cunt, so that her pussy lips and cunt bush were completely exposed. But he made no move to pull down her panties. He seemed quite happy to suck her cunt through them.
His hands slid up to cup her ass cheeks and hold her pussy firmly against his mouth. He squeezed and massaged the ass flesh through her panties. Her knees bent slightly. Her thighs sagged apart. She was shoving her crotch out, cramming her cunt into his face. She was moaning softly, as if she were about to burst into tears.
"Oh Vern . . . oh God . . . " she muttered. And for the first time in a while she thought of Dave. Suppose he should find her like this, her tits exposed, a guy's face locked against her cunt? How could she explain it? She couldn't even explain it to herself.
But for the time being, she didn't care. She didn't care what Dave thought or if he would catch her or anything. All that mattered was the lovely feeling in her pussy. It was a feeling Dave hadn't managed to give her for longer than she cared to remember. And if she wasn't getting this kind of service from her husband, well then maybe she was entitled to get it elsewhere.
Kim tried to remember when she and Dave had last fucked. It must have been ages. What with the move to the new town and new school, and the settling in and everything, they hadn't had time for much fucking. But then she recalled that they had fucked the first night in the new house. And again Dave had come before they'd really got started. For a guy who was so proud of his young wife's fantastic body, he sure didn't service it very well or very regularly.
"What a pussy! What a juicy fucking pussy!" Vern gasped suddenly, lifting his face from her crotch. "Do you know you're soaking wet? Your cunt's just oozing hot juice."
Kim could feel it. She could feel warm cunt juice running down her thighs. But then his mouth was back on her cunt and he was licking, kissing, sucking her pussy flesh through her panties. Once again she felt herself grow weak in the knees, and she gripped his head to steady herself. She wondered if he could make her come in this ridiculous situation.
"I don't believe this ... I don't believe it ... " She mumbled. And again she glanced quickly back at the house, at the patio, to make sure they weren't being spied upon. She felt like a little girl playing naughty doctor games with the boy next door.
"Believe it, baby. This is just the beginning. You need it more than you realize," he grunted, again glancing up at her quickly. "You need a cock, baby. And after tonight, I'm the one to give it to you. I'm going to fuck you silly sometime soon, sweetie. So keep this hot little cunt nice and wet!"
He dipped his head yet again and began licking her cunt some more. She had to admire his enthusiasm. As for his fucking her, well that would remain to be seen. She wasn't ready to dump her marriage quite yet. She still had some hope. All his talk was exciting, though. And she wondered how she'd be able to face him in school on Monday morning.
Sparks were flying in her cunt. She was beginning to feel all warm and melty between her legs. She clung to him for dear life, tried to keep her knees braced. His mouth never let up. She was really going to cum, it seemed. The feeling was growing stronger and stronger. She bit her lip to keep from crying out loud.
It didn't seem possible that someone could make her cum through her panties, without using his cock, or his fingers. How could this be happening? He was just licking her. Yet the feeling was growing. Her belly was fluttering. She felt the climax building and building.
Maybe he was right. Maybe she did need cock more than she realized. Dave seemed to care only about his own climax, when he fucked her at all. Vern was working hard to bring her off. It was obviously the one thing on his mind. He wasn't going to climax, himself, and he knew it. It didn't seem to bother him. His tongue ... his mouth . . .
"Ohhhhhh, God!" she groaned, tugging at his hair, helping him mash his face onto her cunt. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming!"
Her knees bent and she did a weird little squat. She humped her cunt onto his mouth. Something seemed to pop inside her, and she was suddenly full of warm waves of pleasure. Her cunt felt like it was melting. Her belly rippled and her tits heaved. She moaned and whimpered loudly, not caring if anyone heard her. She knew she was pouring cunt juice down onto his face, and the thought made her cum all the more.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck ... so good!" she wailed. And she humped her ass back and forth, fucking her pussy again and again onto his sucking face. "Eat my cunt! Suck my pussy! I love it! I fucking love it! Don't stop! Don't ever fucking stop! Eat my cunt!"
CHAPTER TWO
"Did you enjoy the party? Did you have a good time?" Dave asked his wife as they drove home. He glanced at her and then turned his attention back to the road. He yawned lazily.
Did I ever, Kim thought, staring at the road ahead. I let a guy I'd just met eat me out in the garden and I had the best climax I've had in nearly two years. My pussy's still wet and my crotch is still tingling. It was the best fucking party I've ever been to.
"It was okay. I had a long talk with Vern Michaels," she said. "We got along quite well."
"Be careful with him. The guy's a real horny bastard, I hear. He fucks anything that moves. Can't get enough."
"No?" Kim murmured. She remembered the way Vern had used his mouth on her, the way he'd made her cum so easily. The thought made her squirm in her seat.
"He has this bedroom with mirrors, they say. And all kinds of wild things go on there. Imagine that. A teacher and all." Dave chuckled his disapproval and stopped for a light. He yawned again.
"You seem to know all about him," Kim muttered. "Who told you all this? Mr. Morris?"
Dave laughed. "No way. I just kept my ears open is all. Mr. Morris and I were discussing much more important things."
While your wife was getting her pussy eaten in the garden, she thought slyly. It was typical, in a way. Dave spending a whole evening trying to impress the principal, while she was being seduced in the yard by the horniest guy in school. She doubted whether Dave even noticed she had left the room. He rarely paid her any attention at all these days.
The rest of the weekend was no exception. He spent the entire day Sunday watching football, and then after dinner he dozed off on the couch. She wore her sexiest nightgown to bed that night. But after padding in from the bathroom he just flipped out the light, turned over and went to sleep. She lay awake for over an hour gazing up at the ceiling.
Monday morning she grabbed his cock as soon as he woke up, hoping for a quickie. When they were first married their morning fucks had been among their best. But he waved her off and said they couldn't afford to be late these first few weeks of the semester. He went off to shower and left her seething between the sheets.
It wasn't a very productive day in school. Kim was on edge all day, nervous. She kept thinking about Dave and all the things that irritated her about him. And she was worried about how she would react when she saw Vern Michaels for the first time since Saturday night. On top of all this, two or three boys in one of her classes were really rowdy. She had to raise her voice several times.
By three thirty she was a basket case, and she felt she had to talk to someone or scream.
She had no intention of tracking down Dave. He was the chief cause of her weird mood. Instead, and much to her surprise, she found herself heading for Vern's classroom. It would be a dangerous thing to do, she realized. But she told herself he probably wouldn't be there this time of day anyway. Classes were over for the day.
Not only was he there, but he sprang up from his desk as soon as she entered and treated her like some long-lost lover. He closed the door behind her, locked it quickly, and then put his arms around her and squeezed her to him. She felt the hardness of his body against her and a strange thrill went through her. Her tits were mashed against his chest.
"I've been thinking about you all day," he grunted. "I can't get you out of my mind. I've been daydreaming about that sweet hot cunt of yours."
Kim blushed. "I . . . just came to talk. It's been such an awful day. I feel so tense."
"Me too, baby. Just feel how tense I am." He rubbed his crotch against her belly and she could feel the growing log of his cock. "I've had a hard-on all day, thinking about you."
Kim stared up into his face, but he was grabbing her by the hand, hauling her over toward his desk. He lifted her, sat her on the edge of it. Then he set about unbuttoning the front of her blouse. The mounds of her tits came into view, packed modestly inside a flimsy lace bra. He peeled the two halves of her open blouse apart.
"Vern . . . what are you doing ... we can't ..." she mumbled. But she felt her heart pounding and she was already breathing heavily. Everything was happening so quickly.
"We can and we will," he grunted, and he reached for the front of her bra, unsnapped it, let her lush young tits bounce free. He grabbed them, squeezed them, tweaked the nipples. "Just refreshing my memory. Reviewing the material."
Kim glanced nervously toward the door. "Vern ... in your classroom ... we can't ..."
He ignored her, reached down, raised her skirt with both hands. Once he had it rolled up around her waist, he hooked his fingers inside the tops of her panties and hose. He pulled down quickly, drawing the underthings off her crotch. The bushy triangle of her cunt came into view: She spread her legs as he unraveled the tangle of clothing from around her feet.
"Then why did you come down here, babe?" he growled, unbuckling his belt and zapping down his fly. "You didn't come to talk-you came to fuck. Like I said the other night, you need cock more than you realize."
He shoved his pants and shorts down past his knees, and a solid chunk of cockmeat sprang into the open. His prick was about eight inches long and it didn't appear to be fully erect yet. His cock angled out and down slightly from his crotch, the foreskin peeled back halfway off the great purple cockhead. Kim couldn't take her eyes off his big fucker.
"You like it? Is it a big enough piece of cock for you?" he teased. He wrapped his fist around his prick and began pumping it steadily, cranking it to full stiffness. He grinned at her lewdly.
She didn't know what to say. All she could do was stare at the huge cock with her big blue eyes. She sank back on her elbows on the desk and spread her legs wide apart. She wanted his cock inside her, she realized suddenly. More than anything else in the world, she wanted him to fuck her with his giant prick. Would it hurt her? It was so fucking big.
"Your husband got a cock like this? Is old crazy Dave well hung?" he went on, not really expecting any answer. He stepped between her outspread legs, directed his cock under the tufted bush of her pussy. His cockhead slotted neatly between the pulpy lips of her cunt.
"Oh God! Ohhhhhh!" she cooed, staring down at his cock. Her pussy was tingling suddenly. She was aching to have his huge cock fucked inside her.
He was moving his prick up and down at the entrance to her pussy. Her cuntlips were wrapped lovingly around the head of the cockshaft. Then he was moving forward, and the great hard cock fucked into her, an inch at a time. Oily cunt juice slopped down and made it easy for him. In seconds, his fucker was rammed up her cunt.
"Oh Vern! Oh fuck!" she gasped. She couldn't see his cock anymore. All she could see was his crotch hair meshed with her own. The great heavy cock was throbbing inside her.
He stayed still for a moment or two, his back arched, his ass tense. He grinned down at her and winked. Then he began fucking, driving his cock back and forth, in and out in her sucking cunt. He started slowly and built up speed, giving her a little time to get used to his monster prick. He watched her cunt lips fold this way and that.
"Oh Vern! Oh fuck!" she repeated. She let her head sink back onto the piles of papers on his desk. Her eyelids were droppy with lust.
"You like it, baby? You like a big hard cock up your cunt?" He leaned forward, fucked his cock deeper. He gripped the insides of her thighs and forced them up and out.
"Oh yes! Oh fuck, yes!" she purred, her head rolling from side to side on the papers. "Cram it deep! Shove your cock as deep as it'll go up my cunt!"
He did just that, carving his cock this way and that in her greasy cunt. He split her thighs wide and watched his shining cock appear and disappear between her pussy lips. He speeded up, feeding her prick faster and faster. His ass cheeks flexed and pumped and his thighs strained.
"Some cock, huh? Some nice prick, hey baby?" He sounded like a teenager fucking his date in the back seat of his car.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" was all Kim could say.
It occurred to her suddenly that this was only the second cock she'd had inside her in her whole life. And in a way it was the first time she was being unfaithful to Dave. If she didn't count getting her pussy eaten out in the garden the other night, that is. The notion didn't bother her at all. So far, she had no regrets. She wouldn't have missed an exciting fuck like this for the world.
It wasn't just that Vern had a bigger cock than Dave. He knew how to use it so much better. He put some enthusiasm into his fucking. This was a real fuck, the way it should really be done. And in a way, she was getting fucked for the first time. At least, that was the way she chose to look at it. .
Vern was fucking his cock up her cunt faster and faster. And he was angling his prick to the left and to the right, every which way to fuck her deeper. He had his hands on the backs of her legs and he was bending them back, scissoring them on either side of her. She was trussed up like a turkey and he was carving her up with that huge cock of his. It felt great. She didn't want it to end.
And from the looks of things, it didn't seem as though the fucking was going to end anytime soon. Vern was moving faster and faster, but he showed no signs of tiring. He showed no signs of cumming. Not like her husband, who would have shot off and gone to sleep by now. She felt her own climax building inside her, and she thought that if anyone was in danger of cumming too soon, it was her.
"Fuck me!" she panted. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep!" It was so good to be fucked properly at last. No wonder she'd been frustrated for so long.
"Feels good, huh? Feels good to get fucked like this, doesn't it?" he hissed. He never missed a beat with his huge cock. He fucked his cock in deep and hard, like a weapon.
He snaked his arms around her scissored legs and grabbed at her wobbling tits, squeezing them hard. He flicked her nipples with his thumbs, tweaked them so that they jutted up high. And he dug his fingers into the lush flesh of her tit mounds, leaving marks on the skin. He rammed into her pussy steadily, again and again and again.
"Are you going to cum? Are you going to cum inside me?" she gasped, staring up into his face. Not only was she enjoying the fucking, she was enjoying talking about it as well.
"When I'm good and ready, babe. When I'm ready I'm going to pump you so full of jizz you're going to be spitting it up." He fucked his cock in and out of her. His balls slapped against her upturned ass cheeks noisily.
Kim felt herself slipping closer and closer to the edge. In a matter of seconds, she knew, she would be cumming, the crazy feelings rushing through her. She tried to hold it back. She wanted to wait till he came, too. She wanted the two of them to cum together. But she couldn't stop the waves of pleasure. She couldn't hold herself back.
"You want it, babe? You want me to spurt hot cum up your cunt?" he sneered. He was grinning at her. He, too, enjoyed talking about fucking almost as much as the fucking itself. His voice was ragged with tension.
"You know I do! Oh fuck, yes! I want it! I want you to spurt off inside me!" Her head rolled from side to side and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming.
He laughed, let go of her tit and straightened himself up. He gripped both her ankles, lifted her legs up high in a wide V. He fucked his cock in and out, driving it through all the cunt goo and pre-cum juice flecked in her pussy hair. His ass pistoned back and forth crazily. He gasped and groaned noisily.
"Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Spurt out all your hot jizz!" she begged, gazing up at him with wild eyes. She grabbed hold of her own tits and squeezed them hard. She began to whimper and moan.
He lunged inside her one more, two more times. His cock seemed to expand in her cunt.
And then he was spurting, shooting great hot globs of cum into her pussy. His prick bulled forward, fired off a creamy wad of spunk, then recoiled, slid back till only the bloated cockhead was caught between her puffy cunt lips. He fucked back in and began to spurt all over again.
"I feel it! You're cumming! I feel you spurting cum up my cunt!" she wailed, a weird grin spreading over her sweat-slick face. She mauled her tits and chugged her belly up and down.
He clenched his eyes shut and bucked back and forth between her legs. His cock looked like an oiled piston when it shot out into the open. And each time he rammed his fucker forward, it spurted a huge knob of cum into her cunt, drenching her insides with silver paste. His balls twitched again and again, firing off their load.
"Spurt it into me! Fill me full of cum! I want your hot jizz!" she croaked, wriggling about on the deck. She stared up at him in desperation and urged him not to stop. She was cumming, herself, and she didn't want the feeling to end.
He buried his cock in her pussy again, and another monster jet of cum burst free, soaking her cunt. The jizz was backing up, slopping free of her pussy and trickling down into the upturned crack of her ass. Her pussy hair was flecked with cum, all soggy and white. Strings of silver cum hung from his cock and dripped down over his balls.
"So good! So fucking good! Shoot it deep! Spurt your hot cum deep up my cunt!" she urged. "I love it! I fucking love cum! I'll never get enough of it! Shoot it deep!"
He went on pumping, fucking her with deep, steady lunges. And his cock fired out wad after wad of sizzling spunk. But finally he was slowing down, feeding her cock with more and more gentle motions. He let his hands fall from her ankles to her knees, and her legs bent and flopped about loosely. His cock glistened as it fucked in and out of her hair-lined cunt.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she chanted, rolling her head back and forth. Her belly and tits rose and fell rapidly with her heavy breathing. Her eyelids were droopy with lust.
"Hot little bitch! Horny little cunt!" he groaned. And he fucked his cock into her one last time. His final jet of spunk burst free up her cunt. And he let go of her legs and leaned down over her, gazing into her face.
CHAPTER THREE
It had happened at last, Kim thought. She'd been unfaithful to her husband. She'd fucked another man and loved every minute of it. And now that she considered it, she was surprised it hadn't happened sooner. The way their marriage had been going, it had to occur sooner or later. Before now, she had just never had the opportunity, that was all. It had taken a horny bastard like Vern Michaels to get things going.
And she was shocked that she didn't feel any guilt over it. There was no regret, no worry at all. She didn't waste any time brooding about it. It had happened, that was all there was to it. It had happened because Dave had neglected her. Beyond that, she didn't care to think about it. She'd been fucked. She'd enjoyed it. Case closed.
What concerned her now was how good she felt, how full of life and energy. She damn near bounded into the classroom every morning and she was in complete control all day. The classes were a breeze. Her enthusiasm seemed to rub off on her students. She was amazed that a good fuck could have such an effect on her. What if she was getting fucked like that regularly? There would be no holding her down.
But she was still married to Dave, of course. She had to come home with him every night.
That usually brought her down to earth in a hurry. She had household chores, which he never bothered to help her with. And she had a full slate of marking every evening. As the days passed it became an effort to get into bed with her husband each night. But at least she didn't have to put up with him sexually. He still didn't show much of an interest in that area.
She saw Vern Michaels again several times, but they never had an opportunity to fuck. Either she had too much work to do, or he was busy, or there were students hanging around after class. A week passed by and the memory of their wild fuck session on his desk started to fade. He was seeing several other women, she knew. Vern was too much of a stud to tie himself down to any one person.
Still, she wondered, why he never asked her over to his apartment. After maybe ten days, she was ready to ask him this point blank. She was horny again and wanted his big cock to play with. But before she could get to him she got side-tracked. And the guy who did the side-tracking, it turned out, had an even bigger cock than Vern.
His name was Gary Kelly, and he was one of her quieter, pleasanter students. He always did the work assigned and handed it in on time. And on top of all this he was tall and well built, and cute as hell. He was a member of several school ball teams, she knew, and he worked out regularly with weights. He was going out with a real drip of a girl named Anne who considered herself some kind of beauty queen.
One afternoon after class Kim asked Gary to stay behind. She was anxious to tell him how highly she thought of his school work. One of her pet theories about teaching was that you had to praise and encourage those who put in any effort at all. Someone as willing as Gary deserved to be shown he was really appreciated. She did this, talking to him at length and asking him what his plans were after graduation.
And he responded, answering her questions politely and staring at her with obvious admiration. They had quite a long discussion, and Kim found herself gazing at his muscles, his broad shoulders, and finally his crotch. She tried to imagine what he'd look like without his clothes. She wondered if stuck-up Anne was giving him anything more than a peck on the cheek after their dates.
Finally Kim blurted out a question she never thought she'd ask anyone, under any circumstances. The words were out of her mouth before she quite realized what she was saying. It was as if she had no control over her thoughts.
"Would you like me to suck your cock?" she asked. A slight flush rose to her cheeks, but other than that she was calm.
He stared at her for a moment, not sure he'd heard right. He was standing before her desk and she was seated behind it. His eyes fell quickly down to her bulging tits and then went back to her gently smiling face. He cleared his throat, tried to say something. But no words formed.
"I'll understand if you'd rather not," she went on reasonably. "But I do find you very appealing. And if you have no objections, I'd really like to suck your cock."
Gary pursed his lips and blew out a mouthful of air. He shrugged, tried to look cool and sophisticated. But his crotch was tingling. He wondered if this could really be happening. He half expected to wake up any second among the tangled and wet sheets of his bed.
Kim stood up quickly and strode over to the door. She locked it, walked back to her chair, sat down facing him. Then she held out her hand to him and smiled again. Her mouth was wet and half open, all shiny and gleaming with red gloss. She flicked her tongue around her lips teasingly and winked at him.
"I know it's what all you boys dream of," she smirked. "You all want to get your cocks sucked. Come on, Gary, don't keep your teacher waiting."
He dropped his books on her desk and shuffled around to stand in front of her. Then he stared down in amazement as she fumbled with his belt and unzipped his fly. Before he knew it, his pants and shorts were down past his knees and her firigertips were under his limp cock, lifting it upwards. She studied his cock carefully, tilting it from side to side.
"It's beautiful. And so heavy," she purred. "How big does your cock get when it's fully erect?"
"Ten ... ten or eleven inches," he murmured modestly. He was amazed at how gentle she was, at how tenderly she was handling his cock. Her fingers were long and cool and slender.
"I thought so," she whispered, a slight smile at the corner of her mouth. "I thought it would be a monster."
She tilted his cock some more on her hand, then encircled it with her fingers. She bent down, opened her mouth, and slipped the heavy cockhead between her lips. She began to suck, ever so gently, curling her tongue this way and that on the cockhead and hollowing her lips. She fed the cockshaft into her mouth a bit at a time till she had practically the whole thing stuffed in her face.
"It's only four inches long when it's soft, like now," he put in by way of apology. He couldn't believe his cock was embedded in Mrs. Trent's sweet face. Her red lips were sealed around the cock base and her nose was buried in his crotch hair.
She began twisting her head slightly so that the cock corkscrewed in her mouth. His prick was growing, inflating in her mouth at an alarming rate. She had to back off his cock an inch at a time, let it ooze out into the open like a wet pole of wood. Traces of lipstick smudged off all the way along the cockshaft.
Gary stood there in front of her, his pants and shorts tangled around his ankles. He stared down and watched inch after bloated inch of cockmeat slide out from between her lips. Her tongue was tickling the underside of the prickshaft, teasing him. And her fingers had come up to cup his swaying balls.
"Mrs. Trent . . . nnnnn ..." he moaned, his eyes glazing slightly. He heaved out his hips, shoved his crotch at her. He watched her cheeks swell out and then hollow as she sucked.
She began driving her head up and down and her bright blonde hair bounced about. Maybe five inches of hardening cock were free of her mouth now, and she curled her fingers around the cock base and started pumping up and down. Her tongue flicked every which way. She was fucking him with her face, lunging crazily on his prick.
"Ohhhhh . . . ohhh ..." he croaked, already growing weak in the knees. He brought up his hands to the sides of her head, swept her blonde hair up out of the way so that he could see her cheeks hollow and swell. Another two inches of stiffening cock slid out into the open.
She was concentrating on his cockhead and the top few inches of cockshaft, making sure she sucked his prick properly. One hand shucked up and down on the base of the cock, the other tickled and teased his ball sac.
In a matter of seconds, it seemed, she had the boy's prick fully stiff. And ten or eleven inches of ripe cockmeat was angled out from his crotch toward her sucking mouth.
"It's beautiful! So big and hard and long! I love it!" she panted, letting the cock slop free of her lips for a moment. "You weren't kidding! It's fucking huge!"
She stared at it for a few seconds more, then sank her mouth back over his throbbing cock. He glared down at her, unsure what he was most amazed at-her sucking him or using the word fuck. It was hard to believe that this was his teacher on her knees in front of him.
Up and down her head bobbed, and her fist shucked the base of his cock in sequence. Her fingers scraped gently over the dangling sac of his balls, driving him half crazy. His cock jutted up from his crotch in a solid column, the top half of it shiny with the juices of her mouth. He felt himself go weak in the knees, and he clutched at the desk for support.
"Mrs. Trent ... if you keep this up ... if you keep this up, I'll cum in your mouth. I won't be able to stop it." He sounded really concerned, as if he wanted to apologize in advance for anything that might happen. Already he could feel tell-tale twinges in his bloated balls.
"So what? I want you to," she gasped, once more letting the youth's cock slop from her lips. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to spurt your hot jizz down my throat."
He groaned, felt himself slip nearer and nearer to the edge. For some reason the thought of shooting cum down his teacher's throat disturbed him. It didn't seem right, somehow. It didn't seem respectful. But it didn't bother her, obviously. So who was he to worry? Nothing seemed to bother her at all.
She was smiling up at him with her big blue eyes, his cockhead lodged loosely between her lips. She was licking the underside of his prick and twisting h?r face gently from side to side. Her fist had stopped jerking him off for the time being, and she simply squeezed the base of the cock with her fingers. She was studying his face, a bright, teasing light in her eyes.
"Does it feel nice, me sucking your cock?" she mumbled.
Again he groaned, watching her tilt his hard-on from side to side across her lips. He couldn't speak. He didn't know what to say. His balls were sizzling and he felt like he was going to look away. But he couldn't take his eyes off her lovely face with the great log of his cock in front of it.
"Do you want me to lick your balls? Do you want me to suck them?" she purred. And then she was dipping her head, sticking out her tongue, scraping it up and down on first his left and then his right ball.
She held his cock up out of the way and angled her face from side to side below, kissing, licking, nipping, licking, nipping his balls with her full red lips. He felt the soft velvet pad of her tongue tickling and teasing, scraping every which way on his hairy balls. Then he felt the wet oval of her lips as she tried to suck one of his balls into her mouth.
"Mrs. Trent . . . ohhhhh!" he moaned. His right ball had plopped between her lips and she was sucking it, bathing it in the warm wetness of her mouth. She tugged on it gently, stretching the skin of the pouch with her lips.
She slobbered, obviously enjoying herself. She twisted his ball between her lips for several minutes, rolling it about on her tongue. Then she spit it out and repeated her performance with the other ball. She made wet squeaking noises with her mouth.
He swore he could feel the hot jizz swirling in his balls. If she kept this up, he would be shooting in seconds. He raised his head, gazed off through the windows at the trees across the lawn. But then almost at once he had to look down at her again. She had spit out his second ball and was doing something even more obscene.
She was rubbing his cock into her face, smearing the fat cockhead around and around on her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. She clutched the cock in her hand like a weapon and steered it everywhere on her features, not missing an inch. It was as if she were massaging herself, giving herself a skin treatment with his stiff cock. She closed her eyes and rubbed the cockhead against her eyelids.
"Oh fuck, Mrs. Trent!" he croaked, not believing his eyes. What was she doing? What was the matter with her? Was she some kind of nympho or what?
"I love cock. I fucking love it!" she cooed, as if reading his mind. "I want you to cum in my mouth now. Will you? Will you please spurt out all your hot cum into my mouth?"
She nudged his cockhead back and forth across her mouth, all the time staring up at him with her big blue eyes. Her fist had begun jacking his prick again, and she seemed determined to bring him off this time. She watched his face anxiously, searching for tell-tale signs. And she sucked his cockhead back between her lips and curled her tongue about it.
"I am! I'm cumming! In your mouth! Oh fuck!" he groaned. And he glared down at her as if he were about to witness some terrible accident. He fucked his cock in and out through her fist.
There was a wet squirting sound and his giant cock flexed in her fist. A monstrous wad of cum burst free of his cockhead and bounced off the roof of her mouth. Cum went splattering back into her throat, coating the back of her tongue with heavy paste. She made thick gurgling sounds as she tried her best to gulp down the boy's hot jizz.
"In your mouth! In your fucking face!" he grunted, heaving his hips forward. His cock felt as though it were exploding. His thighs were twitching.
She gurgled, holding his cum-spouting cockhead gamely in her mouth. She wasn't trying to deep-throat him anymore. She was simply pumping the base of his cock with her hand and letting him spurt out his spunk into her mouth. She gazed up at him the whole time, letting him see what was happening.
Another huge slug of cum burst into her mouth and forced her to gulp and swallow all the harder. Her pretty throat bobbed steadily. Her fist never missed a beat on his prick. She wanked him evenly, with slow, gentle strokes. She seemed determined not to miss a single drop of his cock cream.
But by the time he spurted a third time, her mouth was full, clogged with steaming cum. The jizz was squelching between her teeth and beneath her tongue. It was bulging her cheeks out lewdly. And cum was seeping, in two heavy streams, from the corners of her mouth.
Each heavy strand rolled down over her chin.
She backed off, held his cock so that the cockhead was propped up against her lower lip. She kept his prick tilted up with the tip of her tongue. And then she pumped out the rest of his cum, keeping her mouth open wide so as not to miss a drop. Her fist slid up and down on his prick, milking out all the hot fuck juices.
A jet of jizz blasted deep into her throat, skidding over her tongue and through all the thick white goop already swilling about. She'd stopped swallowing for the time being, and now held a great thick pool of silver jizz in the back of her mouth. He could see this as he spurted more. She kept her mouth open so that he could see everything.
A blast of cum shot out and hit her teeth. Her gums were suddenly coated with silver goo, as if she'd been sloppy with her toothpaste. And three heavy strings of white cum hung off the front teeth lewdly, swinging about in the wet oval of her lips. More cum poured from the corners of her mouth and slopped down over her chin.
"In your mouth! In your fucking face!" he croaked, hardly believing this was happening. He'd never shot off so hard before, never spurted so much cum.
She slobbered, her fist still pumping. A streamer of cum smacked into her top lip, dropped down onto her tongue, and then stretched down off her tongue tip in a long elastic string. The cum dangled in a foot-long rope in front of her before snapping across her arm.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he panted, his voice breaking. His cock shot off one more jet of cum which disappeared between her lips in a quivering white stream.
She seemed to realize it was over and let her mouth sag closed, her lips still pursed against the drooling cockhead. Dregs of cum seeped from his cocktip, and she smeared these back and forth across her mouth lewdly. Her lips and chin were gleaming and thick with silver spunk. A single strand of cum dangled from her face.
She took some deep breaths and rested after the ordeal, her eyes closed as if she were meditating. But she kept her face tilted up toward him and never once let go of his cum-oozing cock. She squeezed his cock gently and steered it from side to side. Her fingers were webbed with slimy spunk.
"In your mouth! Oh fuck! In your mouth!"
the boy moaned. He sounded so ashamed, as if he expected to be punished for what he'd done. He stared down at her with wide eyes.
For a minute he thought she'd fallen asleep She remained quite still there on her knees in front of him, her eyes closed. But then slowly she came back to life. Her eyes flickered open. She smiled at him. He saw that she still held a great pool of milky cum in her mouth. She hadn't swallowed his cum-load. He wondered vaguely what she was up to.
Her smile widened as she stared up at him, and suddenly she was opening her mouth wide on purpose. She kept her head tilted back, as if afraid to lose any of his jizz. And she let the cum roll and slop about in her mouth so that he could see it. She was teasing him, letting him see what he'd shot off into her throat.
"Mrs. Trent . . . oh fuck!" was all he could say. He didn't know how to react.
She kept right on smiling at him, swilling his cum from side to side in her mouth. Then, with a great gulping of her throat, she swallowed all the jism down. And all that was left was what was smeared across her lips and chin.
CHAPTER FOUR
After a month of school, the only teacher Kim had made friends with was Vern Michaels. Her husband Dave, on the other hand, made friends with as many people as he could. He mixed easily and had no trouble making conversation, even with people he had nothing in common with. A teacher had a responsibility to get involved as much as possible with the school, he kept telling her.
One fellow he seemed to get close to was Harold Drew, and Kim thought she had a pretty good idea why. Harold was the vice principal, next in line for Mr. Morris' job. But Drew was recently divorced, and there were rumors he might leave town for another job elsewhere. He was unhappy and wanted to get as far away from his ex-wife as possible, it was rumored.
Kim could see her husband's mind working. He figured he might have a shot at the vice principal's job if Harold Drew left. And so he was buttering up to him, hoping for a recommendation. It didn't seem to bother him that he was new to the school and one of the last people to be considered. Dave didn't think that way. He was one of the most confident men she knew.
Harold was just the opposite. He was quiet and shy and was obviously taking the break-up of his marriage pretty hard. Other members of the staff tried to cheer him up. They had him over for dinner on the weekends and invited him along on weekend camping trips. Dave and several other male teachers took him to ball games and bars.
One weekend an English teacher named Ron Barry invited Harold up to his cabin on the lake, and Dave and Kim were asked along to round out the group. Kim wasn't too excited at first. She had mixed feelings about spending a weekend with three men, one of whom was her husband and another who was upset over a divorce. But Dave insisted she go along, and in the end she gave in.
And, as it turned out, she really got to like Harold. He obviously thought about his ex-wife a lot, but he wasn't gloomy at all. In fact he made jokes about the break-up at his own expense. She found herself wanting to comfort him, to let him know there were women who still found him sexy, even if his wife didn't. She sat close to him the first evening at the cabin, while the four of them played cards.
Her leg grazed his under the table several times, and by the time they were into their 'second bottle of wine Kim was purposely rubbing her calf against him. Harold glanced at her quickly and then at Dave and Ron, who were absorbed in the game. She winked at him slyly and played footsie some more. Then her hand came to rest on his thigh.
Harold stiffened in his seat and tried his best to concentrate on the cards. But her hand was rubbing up and down along his thigh and it was creeping higher all the time. He felt her fingers move playfully into his crotch and suddenly she was feeling for his cock through his pants. She traced the outline of his prick with her fingers and squeezed his cock-bulge teasingly.
The game went on, and Kim played her cards calmly, along with the others. From time to time, she brought her hand up to lay a card on the table. Then she snaked it back down and into Harold's crotch. His cock was growing bigger. She could feel it through his pants. She smiled at him once in a while, obviously pleased at the daring little game she was playing.
Harold couldn't concentrate. He made all kinds of foolish plays. But the other two men didn't seem to notice. They put any weird behavior of his lately down to the break-up of his marriage. They kidded each other and Kim, and went on with the game as if nothing unusual was happening. Meanwhile, under the table, Kim was unzipping his fly.
He stared straight ahead, as if in a trance. And he felt her long cool fingers fumbling inside his open pants, searching for his swelling cock. Her fingers curled around his prick and pulled it out into the open. She began to jerk him off, slowly, quietly.
Harold glared at the other two men, at Dave in particular. Surely they must know what was going on. But if they did they made no sign. The wine was flowing freely. Their voices were growing loud. The two of them were much more drunk than Harold and Kim.
Kim pulled on his cock between playing out her hand. In no time, Harold had a huge hard-on under the table. He grew so excited that for a wild second he thought he was going to cum and spray everyone with hot jizz. As soon as Kim's hand let go this time, he reached down, crammed his prick back into his pants, and stood up. He had to get some air, he told them. Would they excuse him for a while?
Dave and Ron looked up at him, then at each other. They nodded wisely and went back to the game. If they noticed the huge cock-bulge in his pants, they gave no sign. Harold rushed to the door and blundered out into the evening, his cock a hot steel bar in his pants. He strode down to the edge of the lake, lay down on his back on the sand. The air off the water was cool and pleasant.
After maybe a minute, he heard the cabin door slam and there were footsteps coming toward him. Without looking up, he knew who it was. He stared up at the sky, trying not to think of his stiff cock straining to be free of his pants. Kim came around to stand over him. In the half-light he could see the outline of her fine young tits in her flimsy print dress. Her legs were naked and slender and pale.
"They thought you were upset. They sent me out to talk to you," she explained. Her voice was playful and teasing. "Do you want to talk, or do you want something else?"
Harold groaned, staring up at her pale form in the moonlight. His cock hadn't stopped throbbing. His hard-on pulsed inside his pants as if it would burst through the material. The sight of her bulging tits and long legs wasn't helping any. Nor was the sound of her playful, cock-teasing voice. She squatted down on her haunches between his knees, reached for his fly and pulled it down.
"Why . . . why are you doing this?" he croaked. "What about your husband?"
"Don't ask so many questions," she murmured. And she hauled out his cock, pumped it in her hand, tilted the cockshaft upright. With her free hand she opened his pants wider, brought his balls out into the open. Her fist shucked up and down expertly.
His prick was a solid nine inches long and as thick as her wrist. She jacked his prick slowly, not wanting him to spurt too soon. As she leaned down over him, her big tits swayed forward loosely inside the cotton dress. Her pale legs were visible to the crotch, and he found himself searching for a flash of panty. There was none.
"Would you like to fuck me, Harold? Would it make you feel any better?" she cooed. She really sounded concerned, like a sympathetic nurse with someone who was injured.
"Mrs. Trent . . . Kim . . . this is crazy ..." he mumbled, nodding helplessly toward the cabin behind. "Your husband what if ... " "They won't bother us. They sent me out to comfort you. That's what I'm doing." She had his crotch completely free of clothing now and she seemed to be preparing for action. She gave his cock a few final tugs and then held it in her fist. She began to climb up over him.
"Mrs. Trent . . . Kim . . . what are you doing?" he gasped, though it was quite obvious. He lay helplessly on the sand. He made no effort to resist.
"I'm going to fuck you, Harold. I'm going to make you feel much better," she said matter-of-factly. She planted a foot on either side of him and bent her knees. With her free hand, she gripped the hem of her short dress and raised it.
She wasn't wearing any panties. Harold couldn't believe it. Had she been sitting there bare-ass all the way through the card game? He glared into her crotch, at the dark shadow of her pussy hair. He watched her lower herself toward his cock, which she still held upright in her fist.
"I'm going to sit on it. I'm going to sit on your hard cock," she purred, almost talking to herself. And she bent down, stared into her crotch as she squatted lower and lower.
His stone-hard cockhead grazed the damp pulpy lips of her cunt and she paused, adjusted herself, slotted the pricktip in between. She slid back and forth gingerly, then let her whole weight fall on top of his stiff prick. With her hand, she guided the hot cock up into her sucking cunt. She didn't pause till his cock was fucked up her to the balls.
"Oh yes! Isn't that nice? Doesn't that feel good?" she purred. She let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.
"I don't believe it. Oh God!" he groaned. He propped himself up on his elbows and glared at her in the darkness. She was sitting upright on top of him, her legs scissored on either side. Her cunt was warm and soft and very wet.
And very gently she began to bounce herself up and down on top of his cock. She planted her hand on his chest, braced herself, and fucked up and down with a steady, relaxed motion. She held her dress crumpled up in front of her belly with one hand. Her tits rolled and bounced inside it. He could tell that she wore no bra.
"Can . . . can I see your tits?" he asked shyly. He sounded like a little boy asking for a special treat.
"Sure . . . sure," she breathed. And she hauled down on the front of her dress, let the two lush tits wobble out over the top. They joggled and rolled as she moved.
He couldn't see her tits clearly. It was just too dark. But he could make out their pale outline as they jounced up and down. And he could see the dark circles of her nipples and the rings they sat on. They were large tits, full and heavy for such a slender girl. They swelled out perfectly, in beautiful pear shapes.
"Do you want to feel my tits?" she teased. She suddenly shoved his shirt up high over his chest and leaned down low. Her big tits squished onto his chest and she rolled them about, scraping her nipples over his body hair.
"Oh God! Oh God!" he croaked. "They're so big! They're so big and springy!"
"Aren't they, though? Do you want to kiss my tits? Do you want to suck the nipples?"
Without waiting for an answer, Kim heaved back, grabbed one of her tits and thrust it into his face. His mouth sank onto one swollen nipple automatically, and he began to suck like a hungry child. Around and around he circled his tongue, and he nipped at the half-inch-long stub with his teeth. The nipple seemed to swell out even farther.
"Say, that's good. You've done this before, I can tell," she teased. She let him suck for as long as he liked and then when he was ready she swung her other tit over and let him repeat the process. All the time, she fucked back and forth very gently on top of his cock.
Harold was in heaven. For the first time in weeks he wasn't fretting about his ex-wife. Suddenly everything seemed so unimportant. All except this sexy little bitch on top of him. He sucked and sucked at her tits, as if he wanted to tear her nipples out by the roots. And he began to arch up his ass off the sand, fucking his cock high into her cunt.
"Yes! Oh yes!" she moaned, throwing her head back. For a while she barely moved at all. She simply knelt there on the sand and let him fuck his cock up into her cunt again and again. It was a strange and lovely feeling.
He spat out her nipple at last and cupped her swinging tits in both his hands. He squeezed her tits, rolled them around, massaged them. He was amazed at how firm, how solid, how springy her tits were. She reared back, sat up straight on him again. And he kept clawing at her tits, digging his fingers into the sweet lush tit flesh.
"Your cock is so big, Harold. It's so hard and big!" she cooed, beginning to bounce on top of him all over again. "Cram it into me! Cram it deep up my pussy. Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard and deep with that big hot cock of yours!"
Harold was doing just that. He was getting more and more wild, bucking his ass up off the sand and fucking his prick deep up her cunt. And he was mauling her tits crazily, really manhandling her big dangling tits. He began grunting and snorting, and she could tell that he was very close to shooting his cum-load.
He let go of her tits suddenly, and reached around her to claw at the tight cheeks of her ass. And now he tried to hold her steady while he bucked and fucked in and out of her. This lakeside fuck was going to be good for both of them, it seemed.
"Gonna shoot! Gonna shoot!" he panted. His fingers pulled apart her ass cheeks as he rammed his hard-on up and down.
"Yes! Do it! Shoot it up my cunt!" she moaned. Her pussy lips were trembling around his thick cock.
He fucked into her one more time, two more times, and then a hot burst of cum shot out into her cunt. She felt it spring free, like something uncoiling inside her. And then she felt the hot wet cum seeping from her cunt and messing up her crotch. The sounds of their fucking grew wet and obscene. There was a lot of squishing and squelching.
"Up my cunt! Shoot it! Shoot your cum up my cunt!" she hissed. She writhed and wriggled on top of him, her own climax washing through her. His cockhead felt like it was fucking up into her chest somewhere.
Another hot blast of cum shot free. And another. And her cunt was suddenly awash with steaming hot jism. It had been months since he'd had any sex at all, and his cock was spurting out cum by the gallon, it seemed. The jizz squished about up her cunt, sloshed down her pussy walls, and finally flowed out her cunt lips to soil his balls. His cock was coated with jism. It hung from the cockshaft in thick knots.
He bucked and twitched beneath her, arching his back and making sure his prick fucked into her cunt to the hilt. And glob after glob of hot cock cream shot free, filling her, clogging her poor ravaged cunt. She was holding herself still on top of him again, letting him fuck into her at will. His cock felt so fine. She didn't want him to stop.
But suddenly he seemed to lose his rhythm. He was half out of his mind with fuck-lust and pleasure. He pulled out just a little too far, and his cock slipped from the snug sucking hole of her pussy. It slid up through her cunt hair as he drove forward again, and all she could do was press his cock against her lower belly with her hand. He shot off a stream of cum that hooked onto her belly and tumbled back down again.
"So good ... so good ... so good ..." she chanted, staring down at his escaped cock. It spurted cum yet again as she clutched at it, and suddenly her fingers were webbed with slimy jizz. He arched his back again and again, and his cock slid back and forth in her hand.
"Ohhhh fuck! Ohhhh fuck!" he moaned, trying hopelessly to wriggle his cock back inside her pussy. He spurted one last time, and he felt the hot cum splatter his belly.
"So much cum! So much!" she purred. And finally she raised up her ass, stuffed his cock under he matted crotch hair, and sat down on it. His prick throbbed and oozed more cum inside her pussy.
He fucked her for as long as he could, even once he'd finished shooting. He couldn't get enough of her pussy, it seemed. But at last he began to slow down. And soon he sank down into the sand and lay still. He grunted and snorted and moaned softly to himself. His cock continued to throb in her cunt. He let go of her ass cheeks and flailed his arms out on either side of him.
"You shot off a load! You really did!" Kim praised. "I feel it inside me. I can feel your jizz swilling all about!"
Harold didn't say anything. He was exhausted. He felt drained, as if all his energy had been sucked out of him. He panted and gasped and glared up at her dazedly. And he felt his cock wilting and withering in her sucking cunt.
He lay like that for several minutes, with her sitting on top of him, his cock still inside her cunt. And he closed his eyes as if he wanted to sleep. He didn't open them till he heard a soft sucking sound. And still, for a moment, he couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from. Then he knew.
She raised her cum-webbed hand to her face, and she was twisting it about above her mouth. The cum was dripping down from her fingers and she was licking it up, eating his jism. She was cleaning off her cummy fingers with her tongue and lips. And she was making lewd wet sucking sounds as she did it. He watched her, fascinated.
CHAPTER FIVE
The lights were still on in the cabin, but both Dave and Ron were sacked out by the time they got back. Yet another bottle of wine had been emptied, Kim noticed. Ron lay snoring on one of the two divans that served as beds in the living room. Dave was back in the one bedroom, draped across the coverlet with his mouth open. She said good night to Harold quickly and slipped into bed beside her husband.
Kim wondered vaguely whether Dave knew what had happened. But one look at his glazed face told her it was unlikely. He was so trusting, so confident in himself, that it would never occur to him to suspect her of anything. And really, sometimes she wondered whether it would bother him even if he did know. In a way, all she was doing was his fault.
She slept soundly, her body drained and relaxed after yet another satisfying fuck. And the next morning she was the first up. She skipped breakfast for the time being and bounded down to the lake. For twenty minutes, she swam back and forth in the icy water, the blood pounding in her veins. She'd never felt so alive, so content. She felt free, as if she weren't married to Dave at all.
When she strode from the water, her brown body glistening, Ron was lowering a canoe from the top of his car. She helped him haul it down to the water's edge, her big tits joggling in the tiny harness of her string bikini. Dave and Harold were still sleeping, he told her. Why didn't he and Kim take a quick turn around the lake before breakfast?
She agreed, and together they paddled out around a point of land, just beyond sight of the cabin. They quit paddling after a few minutes and just drifted, turning their faces to the warmth of the early-morning sun. For a long time neither of them spoke. There was not a sound on the lake, and not a sign of humanity anywhere.
Finally they both seemed to snap out of their dream worlds, and they smiled at each other warmly. She hardly knew Ron at all, but she felt perfectly relaxed with him, as if they'd been friends for a long time. It didn't bother her at all that she was nearly naked and alone with him. Or that all he was wearing was a bathing suit and T-shirt.
"I saw you on the beach with Harold last night," he announced suddenly. No beating about the bush. No gentle lead-in to the subject. "It was good of you to try to cheer him up like that. I'm sure he appreciated it."
Kim wasn't sure if he was being sarcastic or sincere. It didn't seem to matter. It was as if they understood each other completely, without lots of words, when it came to sex. They were on the same wavelength.
"Dave didn't see a thing, don't worry. And I'm not about to tell him. He fell asleep soon after you left the cabin. I stepped out onto the porch for a breath of air, wondering what had happened to you and Harold. And there you were, down by the water screwing him."
He spoke so calmly, and looked her directly in the eye the whole time he spoke. She wasn't embarrassed. She didn't even blush. She stared right back at him with a slight smile on the corner of her pretty mouth. Her big tits, still glistening wet, rose up and down gently inside her brief bikini top. Her belly was flat and brown above the tiny blue triangle covering her pussy.
"Are you so considerate with all of your husband's friends, or just with the ones who are recently divorced?" he went on.
And for some reason, she wasn't insulted. Considering the circumstances of her recent life, it seemed a reasonable question.
"Actually, I don't know what it is," she murmured. "But lately I just can't get enough sex. It's hard to explain. I've never been this way before. Lately I just love it. I can't get enough."
He lay back in the canoe and studied her, his legs spread, the cock-bulge in his bathing suit pulsing softly. He stared at her face, at her tits, at her flat brown belly and her long slender thighs. He glared at the blue triangle of bikini covering her cunt, and the dimpled hollow of her navel. She looked way too young and sexy to be teaching at all.
"I guess I got married too young," she went on by way of explanation. "It's like I'm making up for all the guys I missed fucking and sucking when I was single."
He eyed her closely. "You like to suck? You like to suck big hard cocks?" Even as he spoke, he felt his prick twitch in his bathing suit.
"Yes. I don't know why. Cock-sucking just really appeals to me. I really enjoy it. Want me to show you?"
Ron made a vague croaking noise which he hoped didn't sound too childish. For the time being, he didn't know what to say. But then she was crawling toward him in the bottom of the canoe and it didn't matter. He watched her big tits bob and sway in her bikini as she drew closer. The material had slipped down enough for him to see the outer ring surrounding one of her stubby nipples.
"I haven't done much of it. Cock-sucking, I mean," she explained. "But I think I'm pretty good at it already. Maybe you could give me your opinion, after I'm finished."
He smiled, amazed that she was so willing. Then he was watching her hook her fingers into his bathing suit. She pulled down, and he lifted his ass obligingly. The soft mound of his cock and balls rolled about in his crotch while she drew the suit all the way down his legs and tossed it into the canoe bottom. He spread his legs and she crawled in between them.
"The thing is not to go too fast, I guess. At least not at first," she said, as if she were explaining something to one of her slower students.
She planted both her hands on his thighs and spread them even wider, so that she had better access to his balls. Then she smiled at him and lowered her blonde head into his crotch. Her silky damp hair grazed his legs and then she was kissing him, tracing her lips around in small circles on his upper thighs. She used her tongue, tickling him, and she nipped at the hair on his legs with her lips.
He moaned softly and shifted slightly in his seat. He couldn't take his eyes off her pretty, fresh face as it angled this way and that. The sun was shining on her platinum hair and her skin glowed with health. He felt the hefty weight of one of her tits scraping against his knee. Her fingers flexed gently on his legs.
"I'm going to lick your balls first," she murmured. "Get them good and wet. Then I'll lick your cock before I put it in my mouth.
That okay with you?"
"Hey . . . anything you want, sweetheart. You can lick anything you want." His fingers curled over the edges of the canoe and clutched tightly at the wood.
She poked out her tongue, prodded first one ball then the other. She began licking gently, scraping her tongue over each ball in turn. She didn't touch his cock. Her hands were still clamped to his thighs. She let one ball roll softly between her ovaled lips. She sucked on it eagerly.
"What a mouth . . . baby, you really know what you're doing," he grunted. He glared at the top of her head, listened to her snuffling and snorting in his crotch. She spit out one ball and sucked in the other quickly.
His cock flexed. It had been lying peacefully on its side across his belly, soft and puffy. But now his fucker suddenly lurched upward, angled maybe two inches up off his belly. His cock rolled to the left and stayed suspended in the air, like a snake sniffing the air. A blue vein in its side began to throb gently, growing thicker and harder.
"Your cock's growing. It's getting stiffer," she purred, raising her face from his balls and smiling at him. She looked as fresh and sweet and innocent as a young teenager.
"Is it any fucking wonder?" he said. "Where did you learn to suck a guy's balls like that? Shit, you should carry a license for that tongue of yours."
Kim giggled. She winked at him lewdly and then lowered her head again, began licking his cock in earnest, from base to crown. It was as if she had upturned an ice cream cone on a table and was anxious to lick up all the goo pouring down its sides. She tilted her face from left to right and scraped her tongue harshly up the growing shaft of cockmeat.
And his prick was stiffening quickly now. It telescoped up over his belly, growing from four to six to eight inches in seconds. His hard-on shifted from side to side as she worked at it with her tongue. And the veins in its side grew thick and solid and angry. They wriggled up the cockshaft like blue lines on a road map.
"Sweet Christ, baby . . . what a tongue . . . what a mouth," he moaned. His cock grew to nine, ten inches in length.
"Am I doing it right? Does it feel nice?" she cooed. Her big blue eyes rolled up to his face and her full lips pouted against his steel-hard cock. She sounded like a little girl asking a grown-up for approval.
He groaned. It was all he could do. And then she was licking him again, drawing her tongue up the length of his cock from his balls to the cocktip. Still she didn't touch his prick with her hands. She was doing all this with just her soft sweet mouth. And it was driving him out of his mind. His balls were sizzling.
His foreskin had peeled back all the way off the head of his cock, leaving it red and shining. Three thick ugly blue veins wriggled up toward the top of the prickshaft. She traced them with her tongue, followed them till her mouth reached the cocktip. Then she kissed his cockhead, pursed her lips and kissed it warmly.
"Would you like to see my titties?" she asked suddenly. "Would you like me to rub my big tits all over your cock and balls?"
She straightened up quickly, reached behind her, untied the strings between her shoulder-blades. Her bra top slipped free of her tits, letting them bounce and joggle on her chest. She tossed the bra to one side, leaned forward again, swung her tits low over his soaring hot cock. She pressed one loose tit down on his cock and weighed it down onto his belly.
"Sweet Christ!" he groaned, his eyes locked on his straining cock. Her tit was so full and springy and heavy. It felt wonderful on his trapped prick. He shifted his ass about on the seat of the canoe.
His cock sprang up into the groove between her tits, and she began to swing gently back and forth, bopping his prick with each of her tits. Then she gripped a tit in one hand and deliberately pressed her stiff nipple against his cockhead. He moaned. Her hard nipple felt like a hot chunk of stone against his cock. The thick stub was well over half an inch long.
"Does that feel nice? Are my titties pretty?" she teased, her voice childish and playful. She shifted her other tit over to his cock and repeated the nipple-rubbing process. His poor helpless cock swayed from left to right and back again.
"Where'd you learn to do this stuff?" he groaned, his knuckles growing white on the edges of the canoe. "You'll drive me crazy, girlie!"
Kim smiled at Ron and rubbed her tits from side to side, sometimes flattening his cock against his belly. Then she caught both tits in her hands and pressed them on either side of his prick, capturing it in her cleavage. She began to buck up and down, fucking him with her tits. She scraped her hard nipples up the entire length of his prick.
"You like? You like my tits on your cock?" she purred. Up and down she moved, her legs tucked under her. His rigid cock looked as if it were about to explode.
"Lady, I can't take much more of this," he warned. But he made no move to stop her. He just watched with a kind of sadness as she slipped her tits lower and began scraping her nipples across his balls. He wondered how long he would last before he blasted his cum-load.
"I guess I should suck you, huh?" she said sweetly. "I did say I would do that. Are you ready? Do you really want me to suck your cock?"
He let out a choked groan and glared at her, unable to speak. She let his cock spring free of her tits and bent down, her mouth open, her tongue stuck out. Her fingers crept around the base of the cock for the first time, and she tilted it upright. She stared into his face as she ovaled her mouth, angled her face, and slipped the bloated purple head of his cock between her lips.
He tensed slightly, his whole body becoming partly rigid. And he stared at her face as his cockhead and then two, three, four inches of cockmeat fucked into her mouth. She began to suck, concentrating on the cockhead, running her tongue around and around it. Her pretty cheeks hollowed and swelled lewdly. She made soft wet slurping noises.
"What a mouth! What a fucking mouth!" he marveled. He arched his back and fucked another two inches of cockmeat into her face.
Her fist had curled around the prick base and she was squeezing his cock, jerking him off gently. Her head began to bob up and down in a regular rhythm. And her tongue flicked this way and that on his hot cockshaft. The fingers of her free hand slid down to tickle his balls and coax up his cum.
"You're really something, girlie," he croaked. "Really fucking something. I've never been sucked like this. Never."
Kim would have thanked him, but she was too busy. Just then she was going into overdrive, bobbing her face up and down so fast it was no more than a blur. Her pretty blonde hair flew about her head crazily. Her fist pumped up and down as if she wanted to tug out his cock by the roots. She kept this up for the better part of a minute.
"Sweet Christ! Sweet Christ!" he growled over and over and over again. He watched her face, knowing only too well what was about to happen.
There was a wet exploding sound, and Kim's head seemed to recoil, as if she'd been punched. She stopped her crazy bobbing and kept her head still, letting her fist do all the work. With sure skillful pumps, she milked out the jism from his balls. Her lips remained locked around his cockhead like a rubber seal.
His first shot of cum blasted her tonsils and slithered down her gullet before she quite knew what was happening. She gulped, swallowed, sucked down the steaming hot cum. But then his cockhead was flexing, pumping her mouth full of cum. The jets of cum shot over her tongue, slithered around her teeth and gums. She could only swallow so much cum.
She reared up suddenly, lifted her mouth off his cum-spurting prick. A huge wall of silver jizz immediately poured from her lips, over her chin, down her neck. And more followed. Quarts of cum seemed to be pouring from her mouth. His cum was thick and white and sticky, and it slopped from her lips in an unending stream. Some of the cum flowed back down his cockshaft and over her fingers.
She held his cock in front of her face as she caught her breath, and suddenly it spurted a giant streamer of spunk across her cheeks and nose and forehead. The jizz-jet rose up her face like a fountain and hooked itself up on top of her head, clinging to her hair. She clenched her eyes shut quickly. The ribbons of white cum angled off between her eyes like a huge silver scar.
"In your mouth, you stupid bitch! In your cock-sucking mouth!" he croaked, his face contorted. He clung to the sides of the canoe in desperation.
Kim's mouth dove for his cockhead and sucked it inside. But not before another huge rope of cum splattered up her face in a spangled silver line. This one crossed her cheek and angled over the bridge of her nose before tumbling all the way down the other cheek. The shiny white cum glistened on her face like paint. It drooled down her cheeks in thick silver streams.
"Suck it! Suck it all out!" he groaned. And his ass twitched upward as he fired out the last of his spunk.
Kim closed her mouth over the cum-spurting cockhead and ran her fist rapidly up and down. Jet after jet of streaming hot jizz fired into her mouth. She swirled his jism about her cheeks and gums, played with it. And finally, with great gulps of her throat, she swallowed down the warm cum.
"What a mouth! What a hot, cock-sucking mouth!" he moaned. "Suck it all down! Eat my hot cumm! On fuck!"
Kim gulped and slobbered, milking out the dregs of cum from his balls. Silver spunk still drooled from her mouth, slithered over her cock-clutching fingers. But most of the warm jizz she sucked down to her belly. She twisted his cock in her fingers and made loud wet squeaking sounds.
"Did you enjoy that? Did I suck you off good?" she asked, lifting her head to face him. One eye was partly sealed with cum, but she stared at him with the other.
"Sweet Christ! Sweet Christ!" he growled. "That's the best blow-job I ever had! Fuck, that's a blow-job I'll never forget! Oh fuck!"
He sank into the bottom of the canoe, limp and drained. By slow degrees, his giant cock grew soft in her fist, and she rubbed it back and forth across her mouth, spreading his jizz about. He watched her, strangely curious about why she had done this, why she seemed to enjoy it so much. She seemed to be right when she had said that she couldn't get enough.
And she stared right back at him, the sun glinting on the strips of milky cum that streaked her face. She had his slimy cock propped up against her mouth and she was licking it, beating the cockhead gently with soft taps of her tongue. A glob of silver jism drooled from the corner of her hot mouth occasionally.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked finally. "Did you enjoy sucking me off and eating my cum?"
"I loved it," she smiled. "I fucking loved it. I'll never get enough cock, or enough cum. I'm a cock-hungry slut, and that's all there is to it." She smiled. And then she reared back her head and laughed out loud. The crazy sound echoed across the sun-speckled water.
CHAPTER SIX
Kim and Dave returned to town later that same day. Dave wasn't feeling well. Too much wine had given him a headache he couldn't recover from. Harold and Ron were sorry to see them go. Both men had visions of fucking Kim at least one more time before the trip was over. But it couldn't be helped. Dave was feeling terrible and Kim had to drive him home.
She was just as sorry as Ron and Harold. She'd really enjoyed her fuck sessions with them and was looking forward to more. Everyone but Dave, it seemed, could sense a sexual excitement in the air. And what thrilled Kim most was that Ron and Harold obviously knew about each others' scores with her. She wondered vaguely, with a pounding of her heart, what it would be like taking them both at the same time.
She mulled all this over as she drove her husband back to town in late afternoon, and as time passed her resentment for him grew. What a pain in the ass he was, when she really thought about it. Not only was he a lousy lover, but now he was spoiling her fun with other men. Why had she married him, anyway? She must have been so young and foolish. Why hadn't she waited till she had more experience?
By the time they got back to town, she was steaming. It took all her self-control not to yell at him as she helped him up to their apartment. She tried to be sympathetic. He was in pain, after all. But there was a restlessness inside her that she just couldn't calm. She felt a tremendous urge to be free of him, to go off on her own and have fun. She just wasn't cut out to be a nursemaid at the bedside of her boring husband.
She helped him to bed and then paced back and forth in the apartment for the better part of an hour. She looked in on him once or twice, and made sure he was sleeping peacefully. Then she made up her mind. She changed quickly, fixed her face, and headed back down to her car. She couldn't help herself. She had to get out of there and get some cock.
In twenty minutes, Kim was parked outside Vern Michaels' apartment. She paused for only a second, her fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel. Would he be alone? Would he be in bed with someone else? Would he even be home?
He was surprised to see her, there was no doubt about that. He seemed slightly amused. He had such self-confidence. It was the only thing he had in common with her husband Dave. And it would probably seem natural to him that a gorgeous young married teacher should come visit him at his apartment without warning.
Kim didn't care what he thought. She was here because she wanted to fuck. She didn't give a fuck if he thought she was easy. She strode around his living room like a jungle cat, glancing at him from time to time while v e sat calmly watching her from the couch. Then she stopped pacing and faced him, her hands on her hips.
"I hear you've got a bedroom with mirrors," she said at last. "How about showing it to me?"
He smiled and nodded at her, as if this were the most natural request in the world and one he was quite used to hearing. He stood up, led her down the hall, flicked a light switch in his bedroom and ushered her inside. He leaned against the door jamb and watched her move around, examining the place. He was like a patient uncle watching his naughty niece.
It was a smallish room, but the floor-length mirrors on three of the walls made it appear much bigger. There was another mirror, tilted down at an angle, over the foot of the huge bed. The carpet was thick and fluffy, and the coverlet on the bed was made of some kind of furry material. Laid out on a bedside table was an amazing set of pink dildos and fake cocks. Some about a foot long.
"Quite the place," Kim smiled. "Do you mind if I make myself at home?"
He shrugged, folded his arms across his chest, and leaned more heavily against the door jamb. Under any other circumstances, with any other woman, he would be right in there, helping her strip, forcing her into whatever position he wanted her in on the bed. But there was something about Kim's attitude that fascinated him. He wanted to wait and see what she would do. She was obviously in a strange mood.
She strode about the bedroom slowly, taking her time. She glanced in the various mirrors, fingered the fake cocks on the night stand. Then she slipped off her coat and draped it over a chair.
Facing him, she began to undress. All the tension in her seemed to drain away as she did this. For the first time in hours, she was starting to relax.
"It's okay if I take my clothes off, isn't it?" she purred, very much aware that she had him under her spell. "I just feel so much better without my clothes. I feel so much friendlier."
She was loosening her dress, letting it fall open in front of her. And she was watching him the whole time, as if she were curious about his reaction. Once the dress slipped from her shoulders, she saw his eyes widen. And as she tossed it over the chair she saw him swallow heavily. He shifted from foot to foot in the bedroom doorway.
"You like?" she purred. "You approve of what I'm wearing?" She strode around the foot of the bed so that he could see her from head to toe. She bent one knee and placed her hands on her hips.
She was wearing a bra made up entirely of black strings of lace. Her tits were thrust out through the loops, completely naked, warped a little out of shape by the lacy strings. The bra hid nothing. It was designed solely for making tits jut out lewdly. He'd only seen one like it once before on a real live woman. And that was in a strip show on the sleazy side of town.
Around her waist was a black frilly garter belt embroidered with black lace. It had tiny red bows sewn into it on either side, where the black elastic garters began to snake down her slender thighs. Sheer black nylon stockings ended at the tops of her thighs, attached to the suspenders tightly. She wore no panties, and the blonde hair of her pussy bristled up between the black garters.
"Fuck, are you auditioning for a porno movie or what?" he gasped. "You look like you're running for whore of the year."
"I bought this stuff to spice up my marriage. I haven't worn it for Dave yet. I have a feeling it wouldn't make much difference, you know?"
"The guy must be a real asshole," he grunted. And he stepped into the room at last, sat down on a chair opposite her and began unbuttoning his shirt. He took his time, the way she had done, and watched her the whole time.
She leaned down, grabbed the furry coverlet on the bed, and swept it aside. As she did so, her big tits swayed down and out in their crazy string harness like overfilled balloons. Then she grabbed a huge pink dildo from the night stand and climbed on the bed on all fours. In her lewd underwear, she looked like a model from some men's magazine.
He was half undressed already, but suddenly he stopped to watch her, aware that she was going through some obscene little show just for him. Her eyelids were growing droopy, and she stared at him with lust-filled eyelids as she raised the dildo to her lips, kissed it, stuffed it gently between her lips. He watched her suck on the giant fake cock, and his own prick flexed in his crotch.
"Jesus, you really have changed, haven't you?" Vern gasped. And he tried to match the picture of her here, sucking the dildo, with the image of her in the garden when he'd first met her. She'd been so shy and reserved then, the very picture of a prim little teacher on her first assignment. Now here she was among the tangled sheets, dressed up like a whore, stuffing a fake cock down her gullet.
"And you're responsible, Verny dear," she cooed, curling her tongue around the head of the pink plastic cock. "You've helped make me what I am today."
He watched her, his shirt open, his pants half off. And his cock flexed and trembled in his shorts. She was prodding the dildo in and out of her mouth with regular fucking motions. And she was obviously enjoying herself. She moved around on the bed, let him see her big dangling tits, then her split ass cheeks, the tufted gash of her cunt bristling up from behind. Finally she flopped over onto her back and propped up herself on a set of pillows.
"I'm so grateful, I really am," she murmured, gazing at him with her droopy eyes. "I really want to show you just how grateful I am."
She steered the huge fake cock down her near-nude body, poking her tits, her nipples, her belly with it. Then she was forcing it through the blonde fleece of her pussy hair in search of her cunt hole. He watched her, fascinated, unable to take his eyes off her. She cranked her legs wide, so that he had a perfect view of her gaping cunt.
"I owe you a lot, Verny, I really do," she went on matter-of-factly. "You showed me what I've been missing, married to a jerk. You taught me to appreciate a good hard cock."
"Don't mention it," he muttered absently. He peeled off his shirt slowly and took his time shoving his pants down his legs. He didn't want to jump on her just yet. He didn't want to break the weird spell she was casting.
"Before you, I never really knew how good a cock felt up my cunt, or in my mouth. I'm only just learning how fucking great sex can be."
She had found the pulpy lips of her cunt with the head of the dildo, and she steered it around and around, making her cunt open wider. The pussy lips warped out of shape and folded down over the fake cock. She eased it inside her fuck hole gradually, an inch at a time, corkscrewing it about as she went. She slid lower against the pillows, split her thighs wide apart. Her lovely face took a strange, glazed look.
"I love cocks. I know that now. I can't get enough of big hard cocks," she murmured. She had a half, then a third of the dildo fucked inside her cunt.
He flung his pants to one side and slipped quickly out of his shorts. He was completely naked now and his thickening cock bobbed about between his legs like the branch of a tree. He seemed about to stride to the bed and join her, but then he just stood there, holding his prick in his fist. He began to prime it slowly.
All but a couple of inches of the dildo had disappeared up her greasy cunt, and she started slipping it in and out, fucking herself with it. She was practically flat on her back now, and her big tits oozed up through the weird bra loops like mounds of gelatin. The nipples were all hard and dark brown and very long.
Her eyes left him for a while and she stared up into the mirror suspended over the bed. She smiled slightly, obviously enjoying what she saw. Her fist fucked the fake cock in and out of her pussy faster and faster. She began to laugh slightly as she watched herself. Her face grew red and flushed.
"I've never seen myself like this before. Fuck, what a sight I am, huh? I look like a real slut, don't I?" She stared up into the mirror and her fist flew up and down on the plastic cock. She didn't seem to want an answer to her question. It was almost as if Vern wasn't even in the room.
He stood by the bed and jerked off slowly, never taking his eyes off her. His cock swelled and throbbed in his fist. Soon his prick was a great angry red spike in his hand. The cockhead was a deep-purple color. His balls twitched and trembled in their dry hairy pouch. Still he didn't make a move toward her.
"I think I'm going to make myself cum," she gasped suddenly. "Isn't that something? I'm going to make myself cum with a fake cock. I must be really horny, huh? I must be one real horny bitch!"
Her fist flew up and down on the dildo in a blur of motion. Pussy juice was sluicing down from her cunt and the cock was slick and shiny with it. She squirmed and wriggled about on the bed, her tits straining, her garters stretching as her legs spread. Her ass humped up off the bed in horny jerks.
"I'm going to cum! I swear it! I'm going to cum any second!" she gasped. Her gaze flew from the mirror to his face and back again. Her flat brown belly twitched and trembled.
"What a horny slut . . . what a cock-teasing little cunt," he muttered, his fist still flying on his cock. "You really love it, don't you? You really fucking love it!"
"Yes! Oh, God yes! I love cock! I love fucking! I'll never get enough! Never!"
Her fist fucked the dildo in and out several more times. Then, quite suddenly, she stopped. She let go of the dildo, left it jutting out of her cunt lewdly. And she began a slow up-and-down motion with her hips.
She was obviously cumming. Her eyes had glazed over completely and her face took on a dreamy, dazed expression. She stared up into the mirror, watching herself. And up and down she humped, gently, slowly, as if moving this way would make the feeling last longer. The dildo stuck up from her cunt like a stake driven into the ground.
"Fuck, baby, you're hot! You're really one hot piece of ass!" he grunted. And he suddenly let go of his cock, scared he was going to shoot before he'd gotten his fucker into her. His prick bobbed and heaved in front of him.
She humped and squirmed on the bed, her knees bent, her crotch rising and falling. And she made soft whimpering noises, as if she were in pain. Her belly rippled. Her big tits rolled. And thick wads of pussy juice seeped from between her cunt lips and drooled down into the crack of her ass. She bit her bottom lip and gazed up steadily into the suspended mirror.
"Cumming! I'm cumming so good!" she purred. "I need cocks! I need big hard cocks all over me!"
Up and down she pumped, as if the bed were too hot for her to keep her ass down on it. There was a deep, erotic arch in her back. Her shoulders dug into the pillows. And all the time she whimpered and sighed, half out of her mind with fuck-lust. Her face was flushed, and ringlets of blonde hair stuck to her cheeks.
Vern watched her, amazed at the wild animal she had become. He took a step toward the bed. And another. He wasn't going to be able to keep his hands off her for much longer. The veins in his cock were throbbing. His purple cockhead seemed about to explode. He wondered if she'd ever stop cumming.
"I love cocks! I fucking love cocks!" she yelled. And suddenly she turned her eyes from the mirror to his face. Her lips were pulled back off her white teeth, and she was almost snarling.
"Okay, baby. Okay," he soothed. And he climbed on the bed beside her. He waited patiently for her to calm down.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Kim was on her hands and knees on the bed, her pretty ass in the air. She had her face stuffed into a big fluffy pillow and her blonde hair was messed about sexily. The black elastic garters were stretched tautly across the cheeks of her ass. The belt itself dug into the small of her back. She breathed heavily into the pillow, her eyes closed.
Behind her, Vern was also on his knees. But he was upright, his cock in his hand. And he was nudging the cockhead about over her gaping cunt lips. Now that the dildo had been removed, her pussy lips were peeled back, like flaps of a box top. He steered his cock up one side and down the other, never quite shoving inside her.
"So good . . . feels so good," she murmured sleepily. Her voice was thick with sex and lust.
"It's the real thing, baby. Real cock," he gloated. He rubbed his prick about some more against her pussy.
Her cunt was still oozing slime, and he poked his cock about in it and greased his fucker up completely. He forced her ass cheeks apart with his hands, then gripped his cock once more, slotted it between her puffy cunt lips. He shoved forward, rammed his cock into her pussy in one strong, steady fuck-thrust. His balls dangled down below like eggs in a pouch.
"Ohhhh, so good ... so fucking nice!" she cooed. She reached under her, took the swaying pouch of his balls in her fingers. She squeezed his balls gently. He waited just for a second, then began heaving back and forth, fucking her, driving his cock in and out of her cunt with even fuck- lunges. He kept the lunges short. His balls were trapped in her fist, after all. But he fucked deep, all the same. His cockhead fucked far up into her sucking cunt.
"Like that! Yes, like that!" she moaned. "Fuck me deep! Cram your cock all the way up my cunt! Oh, yes!"
She wriggled and squirmed, heaving her ass back at him gratefully. Her cunt made wet sucking noises as it sucked in his prick again and again. Her face was crammed deep into the pillow now, and she snuffled and snorted. Even though she'd cum already, she didn't want this to end. She didn't want the fucking ever to end.
But already he was eyeing her asshole. He had both hands planted firmly on her ass cheeks and he pried them roughly apart. The tight little ring of her asshole winked up at him, all puckered and inviting. He fucked her for another thirty seconds, and then pulled out of her cunt.
"What's the matter? Don't stop. Oh, please don't stop!" she pleaded. There was real panic in her voice, as if her life depended on having his big cock stuck into her pussy.
"Gonna try something new. You'll love it," he gasped. "Relax and enjoy. It's gonna be great."
His prick was dripping with cunt slime, and he slotted it down into the groove between her ass cheeks and rubbed back and forth, smearing goo off onto her ass. He made sure to soak the puckered ring of her asshole up good, in preparation. His prick was rock-hard and throbbing. It was an angry brown-red color. All except the cockhead, which was deep purple.
"What're you doing? Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, please!" she begged. She twisted her head about on the pillow, tried to look back at him. She tugged on his balls, tried to pull his cock back into her cunt.
"Up the ass, baby," he snorted. "Gonna fuck you up the ass. You'll fucking love it. A horny little bitch like you . . . shit, you'll really get off on ass-fucking!"
The words sank into Kim's befuddled brain slowly. It took several seconds for her to react. When she did say something, she surprised even herself.
"Oh God, yes! Do it to me. Fuck me up the ass! What a sexy, dirty thing to do. Oh yes, fuck me up the ass! Shove your big hard prick all the way up my ass!"
He planted his purple cockhead against the small puckered ring of her asshole, corkscrewed it around for maybe ten seconds. Then he heaved forward, forcing more and more weight behind his thickened cock. He held his prick with one fist, supported it midway. Her tiny puckered asshole stayed tightly shut.
"So big . . . so fucking big!" she groaned. But it wasn't really a complaint. It was just a statement of fact. She held her legs rigid, tried to keep herself stable. She forced herself back against him.
But the pressure was too great. There was too much weight behind his straining cock. She was forced lower and lower as he heaved down on top of her, and he just had time to stuff a huge pillow under her belly before she crumpled flat. Her ass was more stable now. It curved up toward him solidly. There was a gentle hollow in the small of her back, and her thighs were spread wide.
"So big . . . ohhhhhh!" she groaned. And she quickly bit into a mouthful of pillow to keep from crying out. Her arms were flayed out on either side of her, and she twisted knots of sheet up in her fingers.
"It's going, baby . . . it's fucking up your ass," he growled, reassuring her.
The pucker had all but disappeared from the ring of her asshole, and it was now stretched like elastic around the bulk of his cockhead. Her asshole was slowly folding down around his cockhead like a sucking mouth. He heaved down on top of her, fucking his cock steadily into her ass. His cockhead disappeared. Then an inch of cockmeat. Then another. She moaned and groaned beneath him, accepting inch after inch of bloated cock. Her pale ass cheeks bent and warped around the rock-hard cockshaft. The pale mounds of her ass looked so fragile wrapped around the ugly red prick.
"It's going! I feel it! Your cock's going up my ass!" she moaned. "Oh God! Oh, my God! So big! So big!" Four, five, six inches of cockmeat fucked up her ass. And more. And more. He seemed determined to cram every last inch of his prick into her asshole. But then, when only two inches of cockmeat remained out in the open, he paused. He was panting and gasping. Sweat rolled off him and dripped to her back. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and thick. "You want it all, you hot slut? You want every last inch of my cock up your asshole?" "Oh yes! Oh God! Don't stop! Shove it all up my ass! Fuck me deep! Fuck me as deep as you can!" she growled. And she sounded as though she meant every word.
He took a deep breath, paused for just one more second. Then with a tremendous heave he bulled down some more, fucking the final couple of inches of his cock up her asshole. His crotch hair matted down against her pale ass cheeks. His balls settled against her gaping cunt. He rested there, every inch of his hard-on embedded up her ass.
"Nnnnnnnn!" she moaned, amazed at what was happening to her. She clenched the sheet tightly in her fingers.
He began to fuck her. Suddenly his ass cheeks were pumping and he was fucking his cock in and out of her asshole. Her ass gripped his cock tightly. He couldn't move as freely as he could when fucking her cunt. But he fucked deep all the same, slamming his cock deep inside her ass guts again and again. His thighs made slapping sounds against hers.
"It . . . feels . . . so . . . weird!" she gasped, her voice broken each time he fucked into her. "So . . . fucking . . . big! So fucking deep!"
He concentrated all his energy on fucking her, driving his cock as deep as it would go up her tight asshole. His prick felt like it was being peeled. But it was a delicious sensation. Already he could feel his balls growing numb and heavy. He wouldn't be able to keep this up for long.
He gripped her ass cheeks with his fingers, mauled them, pulled them apart as he fucked between them. Her ass buns were taut and springy, like a very young girl's. They were perfectly shaped. Then he moved his hands up and caught her garter belt with his fingertips. He pulled back, stretched the belt taut. He used it to pull himself back into her again and again.
"Up my ass! Your ... big cock . . .all the way ... up my ass!" she gasped, as if she still couldn't quite believe it. Her face was buried in the big pillow and her voice was muffled and strange.
She was very much in a daze, and her thoughts were confused, but she was aware that this was the dirtiest, most kinky thing that she had yet done with a man. And the thought gave her an extra thrill, somehow. It was as through each new and daring sex act gave her new freedom, made her less and less dependent on her husband.
And she wondered vaguely where it all would end. In a matter of weeks she'd fucked or sucked four different men, not counting her husband. She'd had cocks in every fuckable hole in her body. How much farther could she go? What was there left for her to do? She smiled into the fluffy pillow. There was probably something. And if she didn't discover it for herself, Vern would be only too happy to show her.
He was fucking more wildly now, carving his cock from the left and then the right. He seemed to be trying to pry her asshole as wide as it would go, so that whoever fucked her up the ass in the future wouldn't have any trouble. And he was gasping and groaning loudly, as if he couldn't hold out much longer. She reached under her again, sought out his balls with her fingers one more time. She wanted to help milk him to climax.
"Hot bitch! Hot fucking bitch!" he grunted, tugging wildly on the rear strap of her garter belt. "Cock-teasing slut! Cock-sucking whore!"
His ass was a pale blur as he fucked into her ass again and again. He was obviously on the verge of cumming. His cock rammed in and out of her ass, shining like a piston each time it slithered out into the open. His balls, caught in the gentle grip of her hand, felt heavy as lead. He rolled his head back on his shoulders and began to holler in a wild and crazy voice.
"Horny slut! Hot cock-sucking bitch! Take it all! Take all my hard cock up your tight little asshole! Take my cum! Take it all up your tight ass!"
Kim gasped into her pillow, tried to hold herself in one position while he fucked her ass. His cock wasn't hurting her. It fucked in and out of her asshole so easily now. She waited patiently, sure that he would shoot any second. She wondered what it would feel like, having a guy spurt cum up her ass.
"Hot cunt! Hot cock-teasing cunt!" he croaked. And he buried his cock one last time in her asshole.
A sizzling wad of cum shot off up her ass. It burst out like a glob of hot wax, and she shuddered at the weird sensation. He held his cock inside her a second longer than usual, then pulled back slowly and paused again before fucking back up her ass. Another steaming wad of spunk shot up her asshole. And another.
"I feel it! I feel your cum up my ass," she moaned, her mind reeling at the weird feeling. "Spurt it all! Spurt all your cum up my asshole!"
He fucked into her one more time, doing as she asked. But then for some reason he pulled back all the way, let his cock slop from her gaping, drooling asshole. He took his prick in hand, began jerking himself off crazily. And he aimed each of his sizzling cum-jets down onto her upturned ass and cunt, as if he wanted to mess her up as much as possible.
"What . . . what are you doing?" she groaned, twisting her head around. "Up my ass! Spurt it up my ass!"
He ignored her, kneeling on the bed beside her and jerking off as if his life depended on it. He tilted his cock down, and fired jet after jet of hot creamy cum onto her ass cheeks, her asshole, and her gaping, hair-lined cunt. The jizz splattered onto her skin, drooled down into the crack of her ass and over her puffy cunt lips. Her cunt hair was soon matted with his cum.
"Up my ass! Up my ass!" Kim pleaded, as if she were insulted he should shoot his cum anywhere else. His jizz felt like hot pellets of wax splattering over her ass and cunt.
He shot out two or three more thick streams of cum, great silver jets that he fired directly onto her rubbery cunt lips. Then he was through but for lazy strings of slime that he let slop into the crack of her ass. Suddenly, without warning, he leaned back over her, slotted his cock onto her soiled asshole, and fucked back inside her ass. Kim moaned under him, feeling his thick cock fucking back into her ass.
"Oh God! Oh God!" she whimpered, tossing her face from side to side on the pillow. Her hands tugged and twisted at hunks of tangled sheet.
"Your ass is covered in cum. And your cunt, too," he gloated. "Did you like that? Did you like me spurting jizz all over your sweet ass and cunt?"
He was fucking her ass again, plowing his cock through all the cum and fuck slime that drooled from her asshole. And his prick didn't seem to be losing its stiffness. His prick was just as solid and hard as when he began. He ran his hands up and circled her tiny waist, held her down while he fucked her. He had her trapped on the bed like some kind of doll.
Kim didn't know what to say. Had she enjoyed it? She felt dirty and soiled and sticky. But she also felt good, in a weird way. She'd let a man do something strange and dirty to her. And there was a wild thrill in that. She felt used and abused-but she was also excited.
She mumbled and moaned into the pillow, her voice catching each time he fucked into her. And she snaked a hand down between her legs, poked her fingers into her gooey pussy. She found her clit with her fingertips and began diddling herself slowly. A soft sweet feeling rolled through her, as if she were melting. Her fingers were soon slimy with pussy juice and cum.
"You're a hot little cunt, aren't you?" he growled. "You just fucking love cock, don't you?"
Again Kim didn't answer. Her eyes came into focus and she caught sight of herself in one of the huge wall mirrors. She could see her face half buried in her pillow, her ass tilting up at an erotic angle. She could see Vern behind her, on his knees, feeding her long lengths of hard cock like a machine. She could see cum shining on her ass.
It occurred to her suddenly that she was a new woman. The last few weeks had brought changes in her that she could have never foreseen. It wasn't a shy little teacher she saw there in the mirror. It was a sex-crazed bitch with a cock up her ass. It wasn't a prim little wife dependent on her husband for thrills. It was a horny slut who would do anything for a man, anything for a cock.
She smiled lazily and diddled her clit some more. If she kept this up, she would be cumming all over again. Vern fucked his cock into her asshole faster, fucking toward another climax.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following week was a strange one for Kim. She couldn't keep her mind off men and fucking and cocks. She was full of life, and her new confidence helped her breeze through most of her classes. But she was full of a restlessness she couldn't control. And it was obvious she couldn't go running off to Vern Michaels for relief all the time.
Dave was no help, of course. It took him nearly three days just to recover from his weekend at the lake. And when he was feeling better, he was so wrapped up in school work and making a good impression that he barely had- time to speak to her. Against her better judgment, she began looking elsewhere.
She caught shy young Gary Kelly, the boy she'd sucked off once, eyeing her dreamily from the back of the room each time she taught his class. But he was obviously thinking about her in a way that made her uncomfortable. He was the kind of boy who fell in love easily, and that was the last thing Kim was looking for. Love she didn't need. At least not from some sensitive boy in one of her classes. Fucking was what interested her.
She thought a lot of Harold Drew and Ron Barry. She'd enjoyed fucking with them up at the lake. But Harold was tied up with his vice principal duties much of the time, and Ron seemed to avoid her, as if her cock-sucking had drained him for life. They would probably get together again eventually, but what was she to do in the meantime? She needed cock now.
Toward the end of the week she hit upon an idea that made her pussy quiver, it was so crazy and daring. Her final hour on Friday afternoons was free. It was a spare period that she was supposed to use for marking or seeing students who were having trouble in class. If she was careful, she could leave the school without anyone catching on.
The class before this was always her toughest. It was full of slow kids and students who couldn't care less about what she was trying to teach them. But it also had some of the biggest, sexiest young hunks in the whole school. They weren't bright. They weren't pretty. But they were big and muscular, and they'd been around.
The boy who interested her most was Jack Knight. He was the one the other dumb guys in the class looked up to. He was only slightly brighter than they were, and he was lazy and unpleasant. But there was something about him that appealed to Kim all the same. Besides, she had heard rumors that he had the biggest cock of any boy in school.
On Friday, she surprised herself by inviting him to come home with her. She made up some excuse about wanting to talk to him in private about his attitude in school, but she wasn't fooling anyone, least of all him. He looked at her with bright, sneering eyes and grunted that he'd meet her at her house in half an hour. He seemed used to having women come on to him.
Kim rushed home and got changed, her heart pounding with excitement. She was asking for trouble, and she realized it. She was inviting a tough street kid into her quiet suburban home. But she didn't care. These days she just didn't worry about such things. She made herself a drink and waited anxiously.
Jack Knight was twenty minutes late. As she opened the door to him, she was flushed and angry, determined to yell at him, to cut him down to size. The words died on her lips though. For he wasn't alone. He stood there on the doorstep with Len Baxter and Sid Burnette, two of his tough school cronies. The three youths leered at her hungrily.
"Well, aren't you going to invite us in, for fuck's sake? We had a bitch of a time finding the place. Come on, babe, where's your manners?" Knight strode past her into the apartment, swaggering confidently. His muscles bulged inside his tight T-shirt.
And Kim held the door open helplessly as the other two young men strode in after him. She didn't know what to say. She was too shocked to speak. She closed the door and followed the three of them into the living room, pulling the robe she had on tightly about her.
"What's the matter, babe? You look a little pale," Knight went on, flopping down onto the couch. "You expected me to come alone, maybe?"
"As a matter of fact . . . yes," she murmured, feeling very shy and foolish. "I didn't know ..."
"You didn't know I would bring the boys along. They're friends of mine. We always share the action. What's the matter? Three cocks too much for you?"
Len and Sid laughed loudly and Kim blushed, tugging the top of her robe around her neck. She felt as though they could see right through her silky robe to what she had underneath. And with her face freshly made-up and her blonde hair brushed, she began to feel like a whore on display for the clients.
"Well, we don't have all fucking day," Knight grunted. "Come on, take off that sexy robe and let's see what you've got. Me and the boys been looking forward to getting some action with you ever since you started teaching. Don't keep us waiting."
Kim realized suddenly that there was no graceful way out of this. She'd gotten herself into a very tricky situation and she couldn't back off now. If she did, the three of them were liable to get violent or something. The whole crazy situation was her fault, and she had to take the consequences.
The three rough boys were sitting on the couch, watching her closely. They were big and powerful, and refusing what they wanted was out of the question. She let go of the front of her robe, allowed it to fall open. She slipped it from her shoulders and it fell down.
"Nice tits. Look at the size of them! Nice fucking tits!" Len growled.
Kim's tits, naked and full, swelled up from her chest proudly. The growing nipples jutted out.
"But look what she's got on! Look what the whore is wearing for us, Jackie!" Sid grunted. His eyes were locked on the lower part of Kim's body.
She wasn't completely naked under the robe. She wasn't wearing any kind of bra, not even a lewd string bra as she'd done for Vern. But around the waist she did have a frilly garter belt, a white one this time, with pink trim. And white elastic garters stretched down her thighs to hold up a pair of sheer white thighs-length stockings. She wore no panties, and her blonde cunt bush fluffed out lewdly between her garters.
"Say, baby-you're really ready for some hot action, aren't you?" Knight leered. "Fuck, that's real whory gear. Me and the boys really appreciate it."
He stood up, walked over to her, grabbed her robe and flung it to the other side of the room. He planted his hands on her tits, squeezed them, tested their springiness. He rubbed hard on her nipples with his thumbs. She stood there quite passively in front of him, letting him do as he liked. Her face was strangely flushed.
"Nice tits. You're right, Len," Knight said. "Come feel them, Lennie. Come grab a handful of nice springy tit."
Len jumped up from the couch like a schoolboy anxious to learn. He came and stood on the other side of Kim, took hold of one large tit as Knight let go of it. Together, the two of them squeezed and massaged her tits, teased and flicked her nipples. She could feel the power of their bodies on either side of her, and she felt a real pang of lust shoot through her.
Sid stood up and ambled around in back of her. He stood close, ran his hands up and down her tiny waist. His fingers followed the straps of her garters as they snaked down over her ass to her thighs. Then he began massaging her naked ass cheeks slowly, digging his fingers into the lush ass flesh. She had the tight, firm little ass cheeks of a young girl.
"What a piece of ass, huh? What a hunk of cunt!" Knight grunted. He spoke vaguely to his two cronies, almost as if Kim weren't in the room. From her tit, his hands roamed down her flat brown belly.
Kim stood there helplessly, feeling their strong young hands on her body. It was the weirdest feeling in the world. Never before had she had more than one pair of hands examining her. Now suddenly she had three pairs, and every inch of her, it seemed, was being squeezed, poked, tested. Gradually, her humiliation turned to growing excitement. She began to breathe more heavily.
Knight was. running his hand through the fluffy triangle of her pussy hair. And suddenly his fingers were planted on her cuntlips and he was prying them apart. His long middle finger slipped up her cunt and began circling around and around. He fucked it deep inside her, way past the second knuckle. Kim felt herself go weak in the knees.
Meanwhile, behind her, Sid had forced a hand deep down into the crack of her ass. His finger was probing, poking, and soon he was pressing a fingertip against the puckered ring of her asshole. He shoved inside, fucked his finger deep up her ass. Through a thin wall of skin, he could feel Knight's finger wriggling about up her cunt.
They laughed at each other, like two mischievous little boys, and Kim felt a flush of shame rush through her. But at the same time, she felt sparks of pleasure shooting up from her stuffed fuck holes. And she knew she was starting to get wet. She could feel the warm pussy juice oozing down the walls of her cunt. Knight would soon have a handful of cunt juice.
"Look at her fucking nipples! Look at 'em grow!" Len growled. And he gazed down at the stiffening knob of her nipple that he held between his thumb and his forefinger. Her nipple was indeed growing, telescoping up like a swollen thumbtip from her tit.
Knight eyed her free nipple, watched it jut up higher and higher off its pink ring of flesh. Then, without taking his finger from her cunt, he dipped his head, opened his mouth, sank his lips down over the throbbing stalk. He began sucking her nipple eagerly, drawing it up between his teeth like a pole of rubber.
Len watched him do this with a blank stare on his face. Then, suddenly getting the idea, he too dipped his head, gaped wide his mouth, and began sucking tit. He made loud slurping noises, like a baby sucking a bottle. And all the time he squeezed her tit in his hand like a balloon.
To her amazement, Kim found herself encircling their shoulders with her arms, drawing them to her. It was the wildest sensation, having both her tits sucked by two boys. It was dirty and it was lewd. And it turned her on no end. And on top of this, she had a finger fucked up her cunt and another up her ass. She wriggled and squirmed, her legs bending and her belly fluttering.
"Suck them. Suck my tits," she murmured. And her fingers began curling through their hair. The slime began oozing down her cunt.
"I want her to suck my cock. I want a blow-job," Sid said suddenly behind her. He was corkscrewing his finger about her ass, widening her already loose asshole.
"Me too! I want my cock sucked!" Len agreed. He spat out Kim's thickened nipple and looked at Knight eagerly. He sounded like a little boy who would be very upset if he didn't get what he wanted.
Knight went on sucking Kim's swollen nipple for the better part of a minute. He fucked his finger back and forth in her cunt as if he had all the time in the world. But then he raised his head, glanced at Len and Sid like a weary father with two young sons. Then he unplugged her cunt, let his greasy finger slip free. He stepped back from Kim a little.
"You heard the boys, baby," he said. "They want their cocks sucked. We can't disappoint them now, can we? You up to sucking three cocks? You got what it takes, baby?"
Ten minutes ago, the idea would have shocked and scared Kim. She would have thought it filthy beyond belief. But now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She squirmed excitedly between the three of them, her eyes shining. Then she slipped quickly down onto her knees on the carpet. Sid's finger was forced quickly from her ass and he stepped around in front of her. The three boys formed a semi-circle around her.
They stood there with their legs apart and made no move to help her. She was forced to unbuckle each belt, unzip each fly, fold open each pair of jeans. They even made her tug down their pants and then their shorts, as if seeing her do all this turned them on even more. They stared down at her with serious, harsh expressions.
Kim was curious and excited about the size of Knight's cock. She wondered if the rumors she'd heard were true. But she left him till last, pulling down first Len's then Sid's shorts with anxious fingers and moving her head out of the way as each released cock sprang free like a striking snake. She wondered how anyone's cock could be much bigger than Len's or Sid's. Both boys wre monstrously hung.
Len's cock was as thick as her wrist even though it was far from erect and hung down heavily between his thighs like some sleepy reptile. The foreskin had peeled all the way back off the cockhead and one thick blue vein throbbed in its side. His prick was maybe eight inches long.
Sid's was thinner, but longer, and it had a weird bend in it halfway up. The foreskin was half-peeled off the cockhead and the cock jutted out and down at an angle, pointing directly at her left tit. It curved slightly to one side, like a nine-inch-long banana.
Now Kim hauled down on Knight's shorts, amazed at the size of the cock-bulge that swelled out the material. Her eyes were glued to his crotch as she pulled down, and they widened as she tugged lower. For he had the longest, thickest, ugliest cock she'd ever seen. His prick was gross, it was lewd, it was obscene. She wondered how she'd ever be able to take that cock in her mouth. She gulped heavily.
"Too much for you? Too much cock?" he asked, studying her reaction. He moved his hips slightly, and the monster prick swayed out in front of him like the branch of a tree.
"It's so . . . big . . . and thick ..." And ugly, she thought, though she figured she'd better not say it.
Shyly, she reached up and touched the underside of Knight's cock, tried to judge its weight. His fucker was about ten or eleven inches long, and even thicker than Len's. It wasn't stiff. A cock this thick would never be stiff and upright. The cock throbbed in her fingers lewdly, the great wriggling veins in its sides a deep purple color. The shiny red cockhead looked too big to go in her mouth.
"Well, we gonna get sucked or you just gonna look at Jack's cock all day?" Sid grumbled. He swayed forward, his cock in his hand. He poked her cheek with his prick, steered it around some on her smooth skin.
Kim tried to snap out of her daydream. She immediately let go of Knight's prick, grabbed hold of Sid's prick with her long fingers. She squeezed his cock, shucked it up and down quickly, then bent her head and opened her mouth. She stuffed his cockhead and three inches of prickshaft into her mouth and began sucking vigorously. She pumped the base of the cock in her hand.
Her free hand floated about in the air to her right and suddenly she caught hold of Len's cock and began tugging on it steadily. She sucked on Sid and jerked off Len, and for the time being tried not to think of the third monster cock that was hanging down less than a foot from her bobbing head. The fucking thing would surely choke her. How would she handle a cock that big?
"The bitch sucks nice. She knows how to use her tongue," Sid grunted. He eased his hips back and forth and the solid log of his prick pistoned in and out of Kim's mouth. Her cheeks swelled and hollowed and several more inches of cockmeat fucked into her face.
"Yeah, well what about me? What about my cock?" Len complained. His prick was throbbing steadily in Kim's pumping fist. His cock had grown a couple of inches since she started jacking on it.
Kim sucked for another minute on Sid's growing cock. By the time she let his prick slop from her lips it was much thicker than when she started. The foreskin was way clear of the bloated cockhead. Without waiting, she twisted her face around, pulled Len's cock to her face. She stuffed five inches of dick into her face and began sucking.
"Yeah. Oh yeah," Len croaked. He held his T-shirt up off his belly and watched her lips seal themselves shut around the huge bulk of his prick. While she gulped on his cockmeat she let her fingers tickle and tease his swollen balls.
Knight waited patiently, his cock looming out and down in front of him heavily. He seemed content for the time being to watch her suck these other cocks. And he even helped matters by sweeping her blonde hair up from her face with his hands. He wanted a clear view of her cheeks as they hollowed and ballooned over each throbbing cock.
"She sure sucks good, huh, Lennie?" Sid asked. Kim still had his cock in her hand and she was squeezing and milking it evenly.
"Oh yeah ... oh, fuck yeah!" Len agreed. He loved the feel of her tongue as it curled around his cockhead. And her fingers on his balls were doing wild things to him.
"Make sure you don't cum in her mouth. At least, not yet," Knight advised. "We got a lot of fucking to do, the three of us. We're going to fuck this little bitch so hard she won't want no more cock for a year."
"Yeah . . . yeah ..." Len gurgled, beaming. Another inch of his thick cock fucked into her mouth.
Kim sucked and sucked and sucked. And she tickled Len's balls and yanked on Sid's prick with her free hand. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see Knight's prick. It swung and swayed just to one side of her face. Sooner or later she was going to have to suck his giant prick. She wondered how. She really did.
CHAPTER NINE
Kim managed to put it off for another ten minutes. She sucked Len, and then Sid, and Len again, trying her best to ignore Knight's monster cock. But then he insisted they all --retire to the bedroom. He had Len and Sid drape her across the corner of the bed so that her head tilted over the side. Kim knew she was going to have to take his cock in her mouth at last. She only hoped he wouldn't hurt her.
The other two boys held her down on the bed, their cocks still standing out rigidly. And Knight approached her slowly, his cock in his fist. With her head tilted upside down, she watched him come closer, watched his colossal cock loom over her face. She waited patiently, her mouth half open.
"I'm gonna fuck your face now, babe. Gonna cram my cock down your gullet," he explained. "Just relax and it won't hurt. Breathe through your nose and everything will be okay."
He bent his knees, scraped his cockhead over her gaping mouth. Then with a slight upward motion he slipped the purple cockhead between her lips. Her mouth seemed suddenly full. Her lips sealed tightly around the flange of his cockhead. She began breathing heavily, her nostrils flaring. And her tongue clung to the underside of the cock, as if she could control it that way. She stared up into the crack of his ass.
"Gonna fuck your face. Gonna ram my cock down your throat," he grunted. He shifted his cock about and her face moved with him, her eyes big and blue.
She could see the length of his cock with its ugly pulsing veins, and the great dangling hairy pouch of his balls. The balls, seemed swollen, like oversized eggs. And the skin of the ball pouch looked dry and wrinkled. She stared up between his ass cheeks and waited, wondering when this weird penetration would begin. She reached around and clutched her hands to his thighs. She tried her best to relax.
He eased forward, a bit at a time, and his cockhead shoved over her tongue and into the back of her mouth. Her full lips slid down the bloated shaft of cockmeat and she felt every bump and vein. Her lips seemed to stretch around the massive cocklance like rubber. A couple of inches of cockmeat disappeared into her mouth.
"She's taking it! The bitch is taking it!" Len grunted. He was kneeling on the bed with his hand planted on Kim's golden belly. His thick cock stuck out over her lolling tit. Sid was on the other side of her and he too was watching the progress of Knight's cock.
"She knows how to suck. I fucking knew she would," Knight growled. "When it comes to cock, this little bitch will take anything. It don't matter how big."
He eased forward some more and another two inches of his massive cock fucked into Kim's mouth. Her throat was aligned just right, and his cockhead bulled into, it and fucked deeper. She was snorting, and her nostrils were flared wide, but she was quite comfortable. Her lips wrapped tightly around the monster prick. Her fingers clenched and unclenched on the backs of his thighs.
"Fuck, look at her go! She's gonna take the whole fucking thing! She's gonna suck his whole cock down!" Len said. He grabbed his own cock in his hand and began jerking off.
"Jesus Christ," Sid murmured. Even as he watched, another couple of inches of Knight's cock disappeared.
Kim closed her eyes quickly. Knight's hairy ball sac was drooping lower and lower and she felt her vision blurring. The cockhead was deep, deep inside her, and she had the weird sensation of heartburn. Another inch of cock slipped over her tongue. And another. Only three inches of cockmeat were still out in the open.
Knight paused. He had let go of his cock and now used his hand to support her in back of her head. He took a deep breath, sighed, and eased forward some more. Amazingly, Kim's lips seemed to loosen some more. And the final inches of his giant cock fucked between her lips. His crotch hair tickled her face.
"In her all the way! All his cock's stuffed in her fucking face!" Len wheezed. He tilted his head down to make sure he was seeing right. His cockhead grazed her stiff nipple.
"Sonovabitch! Sonovabitch!" Knight croaked, rolling his head back. He rested quietly, his cock embedded in Kim's throat. For a few seconds, he didn't move.
Then he began fucking in and out, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed. He fucked Kim's face, drove his huge prick through the seal of her lips again and again. And his cockhead fucked deep into her gullet. Her throat seemed to bob up and down as he fucked her. His balls slapped against her nose and his crotch hair tickled her chin.
"Fuck her face! Fuck her face!" "Len encouraged. He had gripped his own cock tightly and was steering it around and around on Kim's stiffened nipple.
"Jesus Christ," Sid muttered again. He moved away from Kim's side suddenly and climbed over her till he was kneeling down between her hooked-up legs. He grabbed his cock, pried apart her cunt lips with his fingers. He sank his cockhead and an inch or two of cockmeat between the gaping pussy lips. Then he shoved forward and fucked his cock An one fluid movement up her cunt. He began fucking her vigorously, slamming his hard-on in and out of her pussy.
Kim was only vaguely aware of what was happening. She was so busy concentrating on Knight's thick cock fucking in and out of her throat. But she did feel a pleasing sensation between her legs as Sid fucked his prick into her. And she automatically wrapped her slender legs around his back and drew his cock deep inside her cunt.
"Two cocks at once! Fuck, she's got two cocks inside her at the same time!" Len grunted. His head twisted from side to side as he watched first Sid and then Knight fuck his cock into her. He looked like he was watching a tennis match.
"Should we try for three? What do you say, Lennie? You want to fuck her up the ass?" Knight's voice was ragged and tense as he spoke. He'd been fucking Kim's face steadily now for several minutes.
"Yeah! Fuck, yeah!" Lennie growled. "Up her ass! Let me fuck her up the ass!"
Kim's mind reeled. Dazed as she was, she suddenly realized that any minute now she could be stuffed like a pin cushion with three giant cocks. All at the same time. Was such a thing possible? Could they do it without rip- ping her apart? The thought frightened and disgusted her. But in a way, it excited the hell out of her too. Three cocks. At the same time. What a dirty, kinky thrill it might be.
Knight was pulling his cock from her throat, drawing it back and out slowly. Suddenly his prick slopped from her gaping lips and she gulped in air, her tits rising and falling. She felt hoarse. She was sure she couldn't speak. She'd just had a foot of cock fucked down her gullet, after all. She wondered what would happen next. Were they really going to triple-fuck her?
"Better try this first, Lennie," Sid was saying, pulling his own prick from her cunt. "Fuck her pussy for a while. It's good and wet. It'll get you all oiled up."
They were talking about her as if she were a piece of meat, Kim thought. To them, she wasn't really a person at all. She was a warm sexy body for them to fuck their cocks into. That was it. Strangely, the notion didn't disgust her. If anything, it excited her even more. To be used in this way was degrading, maybe, but it was also weirdly thrilling. It added to her enjoyment of the whole kinky episode.
"Yeah. Her cunt. Her cunt," Lennie was grunting. And sure enough, she felt his cock being poked about between her legs. Then he was ramming forward, fucking his cock to the hilt up her cunt. He began fucking her steadily.
She lost track of who was doing what to her. She just lay there and let them do it. While Lennie fucked her pussy, someone was rubbing his cock into her face and someone else was poking her tits with his cockhead. It didn't matter. This was the lewdest, most exciting fuck she'd ever had. She didn't want it to end. After a while, she found herself looking forward to the triple-fuck she'd been promised. And they didn't disappoint her.
The next thing she was aware of was being suspended over Knight by pairs of strong hands. Knight was on his back on the bed, his huge cock jutting up through his fist. And she was being lowered onto him. Her legs were split wide and she was being lowered down onto the thick cock. Her tits dangled below her like melons. To the left! To the fucking left!" Knight was growling. His cockhead grazed the inside off her thigh and as she was righted it slotted onto the pink gaping hole of her cunt. Kim felt the huge cockhead slip between the lips of her cunt.
Then she was being let go, and she sank down onto the thick spike. Knight's cock fucked into her, stuffing her cunt to capacity. Her poor pussy lips were as warped out of shape around his fucker as her mouth had been earlier. Down and down she sank, till her crotch hair mingled with his and she knew his cock was in her all the way.
"Up her ass! Up her sweet ass!" Lennie hissed behind her. He was climbing down between Knight's outspread legs, lowering himself over Kim's back. He could see Knight's balls, and his cock base angling up between her cunt lips.
Her ass cheeks were split wide as she sat on top of Knight, and her puckered asshole was plain to see. Lennie planted his cockhead against the small circle and bent his knees. He put more and more weight behind his cock and almost at once her asshole began to widen, to pull his cock inside like a sucking mouth. Two, three, four inches of cock fucked up her ass. Lennie couldn't stop himself.
"It goes in so easy! Fuck!" he wheezed. And the rest of his prick fucked into her ass guts. His balls settled down just above Knight's. The two cocks were stuffed inside her to the hilt.
"You guys happy? You got what you want?" Sid sneered. He stood to one side, looked at Kim sandwiched between the two men. His own thick cock bobbed and swayed between his legs.
"What an ass! On fuck!" Lennie gasped. He began fucking in and out, fucking Kim up the ass with solid strokes. Knight didn't have to move at all. Lennie was providing all the friction.
Sid stood where he was for a few seconds, surveying the strange sandwich-fuck. But then he too was climbing on the bed, twisting Kim's face toward him with his hand. He poked his cock at her face, scraped her cheek with it. She gazed at his prick with dazed eyes, opened her mouth and let him cram his cock between her lips. Four, five, six inches of cock fucked into her face.
"Three cocks! Three cocks in her at the same time! What a fucking slut!" Lennie croaked. While he rammed his prick in and out of her ass, he stared over her shoulder at her cock-stuffed mouth.
Kim tried to keep herself from passing out. She felt stuffed, clogged, overwhelmed with cock. She had damn near a yard of prick inside her and it was the weirdest, kinkiest feeling she'd ever experienced. If she fainted, it wouldn't be from disgust or discomfort. It would be from the sheer dirty thrill of it all. She could scarcely believe this was happening. It was so wild!
And for a moment she had a strange urge to have her husband Dave see her. What would he think? What would he make of her then? It didn't bear thinking about. It didn't matter what he thought. She was being fucked like she'd never been fucked before. And this was what she wanted. Nothing else mattered.
The three men were growing more and more excited. Lennie was fucking her ass crazily and Sid was fucking his cock in and out of her mouth from every angle possible. Only Knight was still, but his cock fucked in and out of her cunt easily anyway, because of Lennie. Her ass, her cunt, her mouth were all raw from fucking.
Kim came closer and closer to passing out. The sheer wild excitement of the gang-bang was getting to be too much. Besides, she'd been cumming for some time, and there was no sign of it stopping. A girl could only cum so long before she exploded, surely. Her eyes closed. Her breath came more raggedly. Her head began to reel.
And then she was on her back again. She couldn't recall changing position, but she was flat on her back and someone was on top of her, fucking her. She opened her eyes sleepily. It was Knight. Yes, she could feel the huge bulk of his prick in her pussy. He was leaning down over her, his face red and tense. He seemed on the verge of cumming.
She glanced to either side. Both Lennie and Sid had taken her hands and folded them over their cocks with their fingers. They were forcing her to jerk them off, and both huge cocks were pointed directly at her face. The boys were kneeling on either side of her, staring down with serious, strained faces. They were saying something under their breaths, but she couldn't seem to hear what it was.
Slowly, she came to her senses and she began to make out what they were saying. They were calling her cunt and slut and bitch, and they were telling her to eat their cum. Knight was doing the same. He had hooked up her legs and was running his hands up and down over her nylon stockings. He was fucking her viciously.
"Eat it, cunt. Eat my hot cum," Lennie grunted. His prick fucked back and forth in her fist.
"Pump it hard. Jerk me off in your slut face," Sid added. "Crank out all the hot jizz."
Kim glanced from one cock to the other dazedly, trying to focus her thoughts. They were going to cum in her face, that was it. They were helping her jerk them off so that they could spurt their spunk all over her. Each cock was red and swollen. It could only be a matter of seconds before someone started shooting. What would it be like, with two cocks spurting at the same time?
"Shoot in her face. Splatter her with cum," Knight groaned. "She wants it. She fucking loves it."
It occurred to Kim suddenly that he was right. She did want it. She did love it. She remembered the way Don Barry's cock had spurted in her face in the canoe on the lake. That had been so dirty and exciting. Now she had two cocks about to burst in her face. And that didn't take into consideration Knight's prick, which fucked in and out of her pussy. She wanted them to cover her in cum.
"Yes! Shoot in my face!" she croaked, pumping her fists on both cocks. "Splatter me with jizz! Cover me with it! I love spunk! I can't get enough! Spurt it all over me!"
"Jesus Christ," Sid muttered.
And now he could remove his hand from hers and let her jerk him off without help. She was yanking hard, tugging on his cock like she wanted to haul it up by the roots. She moved her face from side to side, opened her mouth wide. She never took her eyes off the twitching heads of the hard cocks.
"Spurt it! Shoot jizz in my face! Drown me with cum!" she begged. "Splatter my face! I want to eat your hot cum!"
She tugged the cocks closer, till they were within inches of her eager face. Len had let go of his cock and she had a free hand with it. She yanked and tugged, her fists skimming up and down crazily. She gaped her mouth wide, turned her head from side to side as she tried to guess who would spurt first. The cocks jutted out through her fists like heavy poles of wood.
"Eat it, bitch! Eat it!" Lennie groaned suddenly, tossing his head back. His cock recoiled in her pumping fist.
A silver jet of cum two feet long spurted from his cockhead. It crossed Kim's face at an angle, splattering her chin, her cheek, and the corner of her eye. It looped over her open mouth on the way and draped a thick twine of spunk over her outstretched tongue. She licked the cum into her mouth, smacked her lips hungrily. She tasted the cock cream and swallowed it down.
"Hot cunt! Hot cunt!" Lennie croaked.
And another huge streamer of cum sprang from his cock and across her face. This jet of cum slithered from her right cheek to her left by way of her top lip. It decorated her pretty face with a thick silver mustache before spattering down toward her ear.
She twisted her face toward the cum-spurting cock, opened her mouth wide again. Her lips touched his cockhead just as it spurted another monster wad of spunk. Most of the jizz shot over her tongue and disappeared into the depths of her throat, but a thick shiny string of cum slopped out over her chin and drooled down onto her neck.
She had no control of the cock. It was caught tightly in her jerking fist. But she could only gulp down so much cum at a time. And as she swallowed this particular cum-load, her lips closed again for a second. Lennie's prick flexed, and a giant rope of spunk fountained up her face, across her cheek and over the bridge of her nose, right between her eyes. The jism angled off over her eyebrow, painting all the little hairs white.
Her eyes clenched shut in panic, and for the moment she was pumping blindly, not knowing where all the shooting spunk was going. She felt a jet of jizz splatter her cheek and slop over her nose. And another blob of cum shot across her bottom lip. But then she had her mouth open again, and she was trying her best to milk the remaining cum directly between her lips. She peeked out now from between heavy eyelids.
"Eat it, slut! Eat it!" Lennie growled. And he shot off another jet of cum that hit her mouth. Her tongue was coated with cum. Her teeth were soiled with it. The creamy white cum poured from her lips in thick streams.
"What a crazy hot cunt! What a horny slut!" Sid wheezed. And now he was urging his hips forward, pressing his giant cock closer to her cum-splattered face.
His prick exploded while Kim was still busy accepting jism from Lennie's cock. Her head was turned to one side, and the first steaming glob fired off across her left eye, discoloring her blue eye make-up and sealing the lashes shut. The cum got trapped in her eye socket and swirled around in a little whirlpool. Her lashes were thick and heavy with spunk.
Her head twisted around to face Sid's cock, and with her eyes shut and her fist pumping, she accepted jet after jet of hot cum in her face. Lennie's cum poured from her lips as she held her mouth open gamely. But most of Sid's cum-load hit her on her cheeks or on her forehead or in her eyes. He seemed more interested in covering her face than in spurting cum into her mouth.
Her face was soon crisscrossing with thick ropes of silver cum. Her forehead was streaked with cock cream. Heavy globs of cum drooled down her cheeks like silver tears. Strands of jism looped over her nose, and milky streams poured down off her chin and onto her neck. Her mouth, splattered time and time again, was awash with cum. Jizz hung off her teeth and coated her tongue like thick cream.
Then suddenly there was a commotion on top of her. Knight had pulled his cock from her cunt and was clambering up over her, straddling her belly, shoving his monster cock down between her tits. He crammed her big tits together, fucked her tits hard for maybe thirty seconds. Then he gave out with a deep sigh and let his prick swing up to jerk and twitch in the air. He didn't even touch his prick.
Yet his cock was spurting, lobbing out streamers of cum the thickness of Kim's fingers. One blob of cum hit her in the mouth. Another shot up the center of her face like a harpoon. He heaved forward, propped his cockhead up on her chin. It oozed out a huge ribbon of jizz just as she stuck out her tongue. And the thick slug of cum rolled forward and down into her already clogged mouth.
"Look at her eat it! Look at the bitch eat all the hot cum!" Lennie grunted. He had stopped spurting jism now and was using Kim's hair to wipe his cock clean. He couldn't take his eyes off her cum-splattered face.
Knight tilted his cummy cock from side to side on her chin, like a pendulum. And his prick kept spurting and spurting and spurting, as if he had cum backed up to his toes. He shot cum into her mouth, and up the right side of her face, and up the left. He splattered her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. His jizz-jets shot so far they looped into her blonde hair and hung there like bits of silver ribbon.
And all the while Kim waited patiently, letting him spurt all he wanted, knowing that it gave them all a weird thrill to see her soiled like this. She swilled the mingled spunk about in her mouth, let it spill from her lips lewdly. She accepted each new blast of cock cream as if it was the first, never complaining, never protesting. She only wished she could see herself. But her eyes were clogged with cum.
Knight spurted one last jet of cum that caught against her upper lip and spread across her front teeth like a rope of toothpaste. Then he angled his cock down, forced it onto her drooling lips. The rest of his cum seeped out in lazy strings and he let it drop into her mouth. Then he lifted his cock off her altogether and stared down at her jizz-splattered face.
"What a mess the bitch is, huh?" Lennie leered. "What a fucking mess!"
"Yeah," Knight sighed tiredly. "What a fucking mess."
He sat on her rib cage, her tits squished against his thighs. And he glared down at Kim as if she were a creature from outer space. It really was hard to tell what she looked like. She was buried, submerged under a thick wet blanket of cum. Her face, her neck, her hair were awash with silver cock slime. Spunk poured from her lips in a steady stream, soiling her chin, her cheeks, her neck.
And she lay there so passively, breathing gently through one unclogged nostril. She seemed to want to let them all have their fill of the filthy, lewd sight of her. She made no move to get up or change position.
She seemed so at peace under her veil of white cum.
Her mood seemed to rub off on them, and they stared down at her quietly for a long time, not saying anything to her now, not even calling her names.
It was several minutes before any of them became aware of another person in the room. Lennie turned his head, finally, and his eyes widened. He jumped off the bed and began grabbing for his clothes. His voice was hoarse.
"Fuck, it's her old man! Jesus, guys!"
The other two looked around, and sure enough there Dave Trent stood, just inside the door, gazing down at the scene as if he'd just witnessed a terrible accident. He didn't look angry. He didn't look mean. He just seemed very tired. He seemed to ignore the three boys as they scattered and ran about the room snatching up their clothes. He just looked at Kim.
Only Knight was quiet. He stalked around the room quickly, keeping one eye on the woman's stunned husband. He picked up his shorts and jeans and urged the others toward the door. He was the last out, and as he edged past Dave he paused, as if he wanted to say something. He nodded toward the bed, an apologetic look on his face.
"She's okay," he said. "She just wanted it real bad, you know? We had to give it to her. She was so fucking hot."
Dave turned to look at him, his eyes glazed. And without another word, Knight strode off down the hall, following the others. There was more swearing and scuffling as Sid and Len struggled into their clothes as they went. Then' there was the slamming of the front door.
Dave stood where he was and stared across the room at his cum-splattered wife.
She shifted slightly on the bed. It was hard to tell if she was sleeping or not. He strode over to her, looked down at her soiled face. Through one tiny eye slit, she was watching him, he could see. He seemed so calm. During the whole of the recent crazy scene she had barely moved. She didn't even make any attempt to wipe the slithering cum from her eyes.
"Hi, honey, I'm home," he said wearily. He sounded a hundred years old. He dropped his briefcase to the floor, slipped off his jacket, and began to undress.
CHAPTER TEN
Dave had the biggest hard-on he'd had in all their married life. His prick sprang up from his crotch as he shoved down his shorts.
Kim glanced at it through the slit of her cum-drenched eye and then looked up into his face. She didn't move, didn't try to cover herself or clean herself up. It was as if she'd been drugged by all the thick cum.
"Three fucking guys," Dave was mumbling. "Three fucking guys at the same time! And students at that! Were you really that horny, you stupid fucking bitch?"
He was naked now and he climbed on the bed, knelt between her widespread legs. Her cunt, fucked solidly by three huge cocks, gaped wide for him. All the ragged pink-skin of her pussy was split wide, like some weird flower. She was oily and wet down there. The grease shone in her pussy hair.
"Some fucking teacher you are," he went on, slotting his cockhead into the mouth of her cunt. "How many others have you fucked? You do this, regularly, fucking with whole groups of guys? Is this your way of teaching your students about life?"
He rammed forward and fucked his cock into her pussy with one brutal lunge. She was loose and wide as a barn door. Her cunt seemed to suck his prick in like a vacuum. But his cock was bigger than usual. It was harder. He began fucking her, ramming his prick in and out of her pussy with solid fuck-thrusts. But he angled his body up off her, as if he didn't want to touch her any more than was necessary. He kept clear of all the cum coating her face and neck.
"You're a bitch, you know that? A slut, a tramp, a whore. Only a fucking stupid horny whore would fuck three guys at the same time. Only a crazy slut would let three men spurt jizz all over her stupid fucking face."
He fucked back and forth in her pussy, fucking her with stronger and stronger cock-strokes. His cock seemed to get even bigger in her cunt. It seemed to expand and get thicker. He reached down and grabbed her wobbling tits, mauled them roughly with his fingers. Her nipples were still long and stiff. He tweaked them with his thumbs.
"Slut-face! Fucking dirty tramp slut-face!" he growled. His ass pistoned up and down in a pale blur.
Kim was responding to her husband. In spite of the weird situation-or because of it-she was growing excited all over again. She couldn't help it. Her husband had caught her fucking and sucking three rough boys. He'd probably heard her beg them to shoot spunk in her face. For all she knew, her marriage was over. Yet she was responding to yet another stiff cock.
And this cock belonged to her husband. This was the first time in months that she'd gotten excited over her husband's cock. She wondered if this was the last time she'd ever feel it. Would this be the last time he'd ever .fuck her? Would he get up and leave, after this, pack his clothes and leave her for good?
He certainly had every right to.
She asked herself if she cared. Did she want him to stay, or could she care less? Did she want to stay married or did she want to go out there and fuck and suck everything in pants? Could she do both?
She didn't know. And right now she didn't care. Her husband's cock was fucking back and forth in her cunt like it had never done before. He was finally putting some enthusiasm into his fucking. But would it last? If he chose not to leave her afterwards, would he soon sink back into his usual neglect and indifference? Weren't there hundreds of willing cocks out there, only too happy to fuck her, to fill her full of hot jizz?
"Sleazy fucking bitch! Dirty cock-sucking slut!" he croaked, grunting and panting above her. In and out he rammed his cock, fucking it deep in her cunt time and time again.
Kim's heart pumped with excitement. The dirty words only added to her excitement. It was something he'd never done to her before, swearing at her and calling her dirty names. And she loved it. She knew that now. She'd found that out with the three dirty boys. She wanted to be called slut and cunt and whore.
There was something in her that liked being used and abused this way. It was the same thing that made her enjoy getting fucked up the ass, or being fucked by more than one guy at the same time. It was what made her long to be splattered in hot cum from all kinds of different cocks. And in a way, she knew, there was no room for it in a marriage. Not unless a girl had a very understanding husband.
Dave wasn't that way. Dave wanted her to toe the line and be the picture of the prim little school teacher all the time. He was so concerned with what the other teachers and the fucking principal might think. After what he'd caught her doing, he would probably not want anything to do with her again. She might hurt his precious career.
Well, she didn't give a fuck. She was tired of being his quiet little wife. She wanted cock- and lots of it. She wanted to be fucked in all the ways she'd never heard of. She wanted to suck big cocks, fat cocks, ugly cocks. She wanted to suck off a dozen strangers at one go and have them spurt and splatter her face and tits with jizz. She wanted complete freedom. Nothing else would do.
"Hot fucking slut! Cock-teasing bitch!" Dave yelled. And now he was fucking her so fast the bed was creaking. His voice sounded strangled and strange.
Kim lay quite passively under him, waiting for what she knew would happen any second. She was too tired to move, but she enjoyed his wild fucking. And waves of pleasure rolled through her. The cum on her face was drying in thick strings. It lay heavy on her skin, like a mud-pack.
"Bitch! Cunt! Slut! Whore!" he snarled, sounding as though he were about to freak out. He buried his cock in her pussy one last time.
And then he was pulling back, withdrawing his cock like so many had done before him. He raised himself up, took his prick in his hand. And he began jerking off furiously, pointing his prick up over her heaving belly. His fist was a blur on his cock. And he heaved his hips in and out in a crazy writhing motion. He made gurgling sounds deep in his throat.
A jet of cum flew from his cock, twirled in the air, then fell splattering across her belly and tits. His cum made an audible smack as it hit her, and Kim felt it sting her skin. Jism drooled down the inside globe of her tit like icing, and angled off across her belly like a huge scar. The cum glittered on her golden skin like silver paint.
"Bitch! Cunt! Slut!" he growled. And another rope of cum three feet long shot from his cocktip.
This cum jetted almost to her face. It looped over one tit just to the left of her nipple and skidded into the hollow of her neck. The rest of the cum lay like a white ribbon down her rib cage and belly as far as her hip. The jism began to spread on her skin and slither in different directions.
Kim kept perfectly still while Dave's spunk splattered across her skin. She knew he was going to do this to her, somehow. She just knew it. But she didn't mind. It was what she wanted. The notion of being covered in cum i from her pussy to the top of her head appealed to her.
He shot off again, and this time his cum-jet spurted right up the center of her body, over her navel and in between her big tits. She wondered what all that cock cream must look like, bouncing over her belly like hot wax. She wished she could see films of herself getting sprayed with cum like this. What a wild, kinky turn-on it would be.
He spurted again. And again. He soiled her belly and her tits and matted her pussy hair down with great heavy wads of spunk. And finally he was finished, and he rammed his cock back under her hairy tuft and into her cunt. He began fucking her again, more slowly now, fucking his prick in and out of her pussy while he dribbled a little more cum.
"Slut . . . cunt . . . bitch!" he began chanting all over again, his voice still hoarse.
Kim let Dave do whatever he liked. In a way, she felt she owed it to him. One last crazy fuck for their marriage's sake. It would be something for them to remember each other by. She spread her legs wide, urged him to fuck deep inside her. She could feel his still-hard cock drooling its slime out into her pussy.
Then she had a crazy urge she couldn't control. And she raised her arms, brought her hands down, began smearing her fingers through all the silver spunk that decorated her belly. She spread the slimy cum around, massaged it into her skin like lotion. She made sure every last inch of her hairy cunt mound was wet and shining with cum.
He stopped fucking her, stayed quite still with his prick still embedded up her cunt. He kneeled there and watched her every move, his eyes widening. He looked as though he were seeing his wife for the very first time.
Up and down and back and forth her hands moved, smearing the cum everywhere. Her fingers were webbed and dripping with cock slime. And then she slid her hands up over her tits. And she began daubing them with the sticky jism. The cum drooled through her fingers and ran in thick strings over each of her tits. Her stiff nipples were suddenly bright and shining with cum.
"Crazy bitch! Crazy fucking slut-bitch!" he croaked. "What are you doing? What's the matter with you?"
Kim didn't say a word. She just slopped her fingers back and forth over her glistening tits, painting them with thick strands of spunk. Finally she moved farther up, and her fingers were on her face. She smoothed her cum-slimed palms over her cheeks, as if she were washing her face. The cum squished through her fingers and slopped about all over her face.
"Crazy slut! Crazy slut-cunt!" he moaned. He sounded really pissed off, as if she'd gotten the upper hand again.
Kim rubbed the cum into her face as if she were completely alone in the room. She might have been sitting at her dresser, smoothing lotion into her skin. Her forehead, her cheeks, her nose were all shiny and glittering with cum. Her whole face shone, like a weird onyx mask.
"Crazy cunt! Fucking crazy bitch-cunt!" he groaned.
Kim lifted her fingers, held them over her open mouth as if she was suddenly very thirsty. She let glob after glob of cool cum drip onto her tongue and into her mouth.
Suddenly, Dave surprised Kim by taking her cum-coated face tenderly in both hands. He smiled down at his cock-crazy wife.
"You're beautiful this way," he said. "I never thought I'd be able to deal with a thing like this. But I think I like it . . . know what I mean?"
"Yes," she said, caressing the back of his neck with her cum-slimed hand. "It's so fucking dirty ... so nasty ... so lewd ... so goddamned exciting!" She pulled him down toward her face. "And I'm so happy you like it, too."
Dave hesitated a moment, then kissed his beautiful wife's jizz-smeared lips passionately. His cock began to stiffen again and, while they wallowed their lips together in a passionate, cummy kiss, he fucked his prick back into her wet pussy.
