As the sexual revolution rages around us, to most of us it is little more than headlines in newspapers and articles in magazines. It does exist though. There is reality behind the headlines.
Taboos are disappearing and people are challeng�ing the most basic traditions of our society. Does that mean society is doomed? No one can say. There are experts who will argue for both sides of the coin.
This book presents a fictional case history of one family. The reader is invited to make up his own mind as to what are the causes and results of abnormal sexual behavior. A young boy, spoiled and from a broken family, is searching for a mother figure he longs for desperately. Are his actions justified?
SEDUCING OLDER WOMEN-a. fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Carter Greene, a seventeen year old high school senior, sat in the back row of his sixth hour senior English class scarcely listening to his teacher, Miss Cynthia Palmer, who was lecturing the students on the intricacies of Romeo and Juliet. Carter was busy acting out his own scenario of young love with his girlfriend, Missy Manchester who had scooted her desk tantalizingly close to his in defiance of classroom rules. Slyly he slipped his arm under Missy's desk top and lay his hand on the young girl's leg just above her knee. Dexterously his hand slid up the inner part of her thigh and under her short skirt.
Miss Palmer, oblivious to the activity in the back of her classroom, went on with the lecture.
"Everyone please turn to page four twenty-five," she requested.
But her instructions went unheeded by the two young actors in the private drama at the back of the room. Carter edged his hand farther upward to where Missy's thighs met, and began massaging her pubic area through her panties.
"Quit it, Carter," Missy demanded in a hushed whisper as she squirmed in her seat.
But Missy's pleas, too, fell on deaf ears, and Carter continued his massaging action with increased determination.
"Not here, Carter," Missy emphasized in a more urgent and louder voice. "Wait till later."
Missy's latest entreaty was overheard by a nearby classmate, who turned to discover the reason for it. Instantly a chain of snickers and laughter were relayed throughout the classroom. Miss Palmer, distracted by the commotion, looked up and ascertained the source of the disruption at once.
Her mouth fell open in a startled frown. "Carter and Missy, what's going on back there? You two had better separate, and we'll have no further disruptions or I'll send you both to the principal. Carter, I want to talk to you tomorrow morning, second hour during my conference period. Your work in this class has not been up to par lately. I'll write you a pass to get you out of your second period class. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Miss Palmer," Carter said politely.
Carter and Missy scooted their desks apart, and the remainder of the class period went off without interruption. After class the students filed out of the classroom past Miss Palmer's desk, and Carter eyed his teacher with a piercing stare as he strode toward her in a cocky strut. His gait and expression showed the confidence and self assurance that came from being the star athlete at Westbrook High.
"Wait a second, Carter," Miss Palmer said, glancing up at the tall, muscular young man and then looking quickly away as if intimidated by his fixed gaze. "I want to write you that pass so you can get out of your class tomorrow morning."
Carter stood impatiently beside Miss Palmer's desk with the weight of his large frame resting on one leg as his teacher nervously scribbled out a note. Miss Palmer was reasonably sure that Carter did not detect her nervousness, but she herself was acutely aware of it. Not only that, she knew the reason for it as well. Carter Greene, this cocky, egotistical boy who threatened her classroom control and authority, was, at the same time, a devilishly handsome young man. At the same time that she despised him for being such a classroom behavior problem, she could not help but be physically attracted to him. She continually reminded herself of the vulgarity of getting emotionally involved with one of her students and reprimanded herself for her feelings, but she could not deny them. All she could do was suppress them.
Quickly Miss Palmer handed the pass to Carter. "Here," she said abruptly. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yes, Miss Palmer," Carter again said with a counterfeit courtesy that made the young woman want to punch him in the mouth.
Outside the door Carter met his girlfriend, Missy, waiting patiently for him. "Come on, let's get the hell out of here," Carter commanded as he grabbed Missy's hand and started down the vacant hallway.
"What did Miss Palmer say?" Missy inquired curiously as she virtually ran alongside Carter to keep up with him.
"Nothing really," Carter said disgustedly. "The stupid bitch just wanted to give me that damn pass so I could go talk to her in the morning."
"Ummmm," came a distinct sound behind Carter and Missy of someone clearing her throat. Carter turned and was startled to see that Miss Palmer, unknown to him, had followed him out of her class and had obviously overheard him call her a "stupid bitch."
Carter whirled back around without a word, and he and Missy hurried out of the building. Carter drove Missy out to their favorite parking place at a low water bridge on the edge of town where he usually brought her at night after dates.
"You mean we're going to park in broad daylight?" Missy quizzed with a note of astonishment.
"Sure, why not?" Carter said matter-of-factly as he shut off the engine. He leaned toward Missy and pulled her firmly against his chest before she could register any further protests. His lips sought hers, and she didn't resist. She responded with active kisses, and her tongue dived deep into his mouth. Carter pulled Missy on top of him and felt her supple young body squirm excitedly against his hardening cock.
Carter began to search Missy's body with his hands, tracing the curvaceous lines of her hips and waist. He grasped her resilient tits and massaged them strongly through her clothing, and then his hand glided down between her parted legs and rubbed her pubic area through her tight, faded blue jeans.
Missy began to pant audibly, and Carter began undressing her with an expertise beyond his years.
Dexterously he unbuttoned her top and helped her slip out of it. Then he reached behind her back, I unsnapped her brassiere with one hand, and slipped it over her shoulders. He kneaded her bare tits firmly a few times before sliding his hand down her sleek exposed belly to her blue jeans. He undid the snap to the skin tight jeans, and they virtually unzipped themselves from the pressure of Missy's bulging ass. Missy kicked off her shoes as Carter tugged the well worn blue jeans over her ass and down her shapely legs. He repeated the procedure with her panties and then pushed the naked girl off him so that he could undress, too. Missy looked at him with a coy smile and thrust her tits proudly forward.
Carter jerked off his clothes as quickly as the cramped confines of the car would allow with Missy eagerly offering her able assistance to speed up the process. The disrobing completed, he grasped Missy and pulled her strongly toward him.
Carter smothered Missy with strong kisses, and her lithe body squirmed excitedly against his as he caressed her. He fondled her protruding tits and felt her nipples harden in the palm of his hand. He glided his hand down her body to her triangle of bushy brown cunt hair below her belly and threaded his fingers through the silky, fine texture of her young fleece.
Carter eased his finger into Missy's receptive slot and initiated a methodic up and down action in her already juicy cunt. Missy's legs gradually opened up, and, almost unconsciously, the young girl began to thrust her pelvis more and more eagerly toward Carter's hand.
Carter sensed his girlfriend's urgent passion, quickly pulled his finger out, and readied her for the real thing. He pulled her on top of him, and she eagerly mounted up. She hiked her right leg up in the air, swung it across Carter's body, and gradually swallowed his upright shaft into her enlarged cunt as she eased herself into the saddle of his thighs.
Carter felt his tall pole being fitted with Missy's tight twat, felt the soft flesh of her young tits resting against his chest, and began to buck rhythmically upward. Carter's bucks became increasingly strong, and Missy gradually let herself go and began bouncing freely up and down on the shaft that joined Carter's body to hers. Her churning cunt hungrily chewed the erect organ as she worked out on top of Carter.
"Ride 'em, cowgirl!" Carter shouted as he continued to fuck fiercely upward. "I'm going to fuck your pretty ass off."
"The hell if you are," Missy challenged in a guttural voice as a determined expression creased her face. "Fuck me hard with that horse dick of yours. I can take it."
Carter thrust his pelvis upward in tremendous, brutal hunches, and Missy grunted and winced in pain with each stroke.
Carter disregarded his girlfriend's pleas and kept punishing her with torturous jolts. Tears filled Missy's eyes, and she groaned in agony with each delivery, but she gritted her teeth and rode the wild, punishing prick of her lover into submission. Gradually, Carter's strokes lost their ferocity, and the two lovers synchronized their thrusts into a smooth, rhythmic hunching. Missy's cries of pain gradually dissolved into moans of ecstasy.
"Oh, Carter, it feels so good. Keep fucking me."
Carter felt his dick submerged by an enormous release of cunt juice inside Missy's pussy and felt his own body break into perspiration as he sensed his climax approaching. His muscles tensed, and he grasped Missy strongly as spurt after spurt of love fluid exploded upward into his girlfriend's hungry cunt.
"Oh, yes, Carter!" Missy shrieked as the warm spurts of sperm ignited her own climax. "Oh, my God, yes!" She kept churning up and down on Carter's still hard rod, milking it for every drop of the precious love juice.
Carter thrust his pelvis strongly upward and held it there, drained of every vital drop of semen, but still willing to help satisfy Missy's insatiable desire, as the young girl worked out on his upright cock. Then a final spasm of climax quaked through her body, and the lovers collapsed together in exhaustion, the panting girl still straddling Carter as he sat in the car seat.
CHAPTER TWO
The following day Carter checked in with his second hour history teacher and then reported promptly to Miss Palmer according to her request of the previous day. He found his young English teacher seated casually behind her desk relaxing after her first hour class.
"Miss Palmer," he addressed her as he stood in the doorway.
The teacher turned and greeted her student with a smile. "Yes, Carter, won't you come in. I've been waiting for you."
Carter strode nonchalantly across the room toward Miss Palmer who motioned toward a chair sitting next to her desk.
"Have a seat, please."
Carter sat down and crossed his legs comfortably. He leaned back in the chair and stretched his muscular six foot four inch frame out lazily in the chair. He eyed the attractive young woman with calm expectation.
"Well, Carter," Miss Palmer began hesitantly, "as you know, I called you in here today to talk to you about your deteriorating performance in my sixth hour English lit class."
"Yes," Carter said, inviting her to continue.
"Well, your grade has never been too good in my class, and here lately it has been falling off even more," Miss Palmer resumed. "I'm afraid if you don't start putting forth more effort, I may have to give you an F on your report card."
Miss Palmer looked to Carter for some reaction on his part, but he gazed at her with stony silence.
"Don't you have anything to say to that?"
"Not really," Carter said with a shrug of his brawny shoulders.
Miss Palmer fidgeted impatiently in her chair, and Carter smiled at her as though he were the one in the position of authority.
"You mean it doesn't bother you that you might flunk my class, Carter?" Miss Palmer asked disbelievingly.
"Not a hell of a lot." He leaned toward Miss Palmer confidently and rested his elbow on her desk, his hand propped under his chin. Gradually he scrutinized his teacher's face, and for the first time, actually saw her as something other than just his teacher. He had known all along that Miss Palmer was good looking, but for the first time he really saw her as a woman, as just another human being, and not as a teacher.
Miss Palmer's first impulse was to draw closer to Carter, but she forced herself to pull slightly away. "You know, Carter, don't you," she said, struggling for words, "that if you get an F on your report card, you'll be ineligible for sports?"
"Yeah, that's the only thing that bothers me," Carter admitted as he rolled his eyes deliberately from his teacher's pretty face to her bulging bustline. "I like to play ball."
Carter continued to stare at his teacher's tits, and Miss Palmer was conscious of his solid gaze. She felt her body temperature begin to rise, and she shoved her chair back away from her desk as if in a start to escape.
"I'm pretty damn good, too," Carter added, "even if I do say so myself."
"Please watch your language, Carter," Miss Palmer said trying to regain her composure and re-establish her role as teacher. She crossed her legs unthinkingly, and Carter watched as her dress scooted up her thighs.
"Sure," Carter said, his eyes now riveted on Miss Palmer's meaty legs. "I forgot you were a teacher."
"But I am," Miss Palmer reminded, as much in an effort to convince herself as to convince Carter. "Now, about my class, Carter. Do you think you can start working a little harder?"
"I guess so."
"There's one other thing, too," Miss Palmer added. "I saw what was going on between you and Missy yesterday, and I didn't like it."
"Why not?" Carter challenged boldly.
"Well, I.. . I..." Miss Palmer stammered, taken aback by Carter's straightforward question. "I just didn't like it."
Carter got up, strode deliberately over to the door, closed it, and then returned to his seat.
"Why'd you do that?" Miss Palmer asked nervously.
"Oh, I just wanted a little privacy," Carter said nonchalantly. "How about you?"
"Oh, I guess it won't hurt anything," Miss Palmer said, trying to remain calm. "Did you have something you wanted to tell me in private?"
"Yes, I think you're damn good looking," Carter stated evenly.
"Carter, I asked you not to use bad language."
"I'm sorry," Carter said, "I forgot again. You're still good looking, though, Miss Palmer."
"Why, thank you, Carter." Almost unconsciously she began kicking her leg rhythmically, once again drawing Carter's attention down her body. "Don't you think it's about time you got back to class, though?"
Miss Palmer again felt her body temperature rise. She felt her resolve weakening. She hoped Carter would hurry up and leave, but at the same time she wanted him to stay. She wanted him to stay, and yet she had to ask him to leave. She had to keep up at least the pretense of being his teacher. She had to maintain a veneer of respectability. Then, if he didn't leave, she could excuse herself for her action. She could blame Carter for whatever happened, saying it was the hot blooded young man's fault that she was seduced in her own classroom.
"You don't really want me to go, do you, Cindy?" Carter persisted. He rose and stepped closer to his teacher.
"Yes, Carter. And please call me Miss Palmer. I'm still your teacher, you know." She rose from her chair and backed away from Carter as if in fear.
Carter took another step nearer.
"Please go, Carter."
The frightened young teacher cringed away from Carter with her back to the wall. She felt like a trapped animal, and yet she was more unwilling than unable to escape. "No, Carter, please don't," she muttered as the rugged boy stalked her. "Please go now."
Carter grasped the sexy teacher's body roughly with one arm and grabbed her by the hair of her head with his other hand. He pulled her strongly against him and tilted her face upward to meet his lips. He kissed her forcefully on the lips as she fought to break away.
"Don't, you bastard!" she squealed as she squirmed desperately in her student's arms.
"Now, now, Miss Palmer," Carter mocked. "Let's watch our language, remember." Carter felt his instructor's supple body churn against his in a futile attempt to escape, and a sense of wicked pleasure forced a smile to his face.
"You're a feisty goddamn bitch, Miss Palmer," Carter said with a laugh. "I'll have to give you credit for that." He released his grip on Miss Palmer's long blonde hair and began to tear at her blouse. He shredded the garment from her body with a few strong jerks, and then he quickly whipped out a switchblade knife and snapped it open.
"Oh, my God, no!" Miss Palmer gasped as she saw the blade dart toward her exposed belly. She immediately stopped resisting and stood frozen in fear. Then, as the blade inched forward, she cringed against the wall once again, her face pale with terror.
"What are you going to do, Carter?" she whimpered in broken speech. "Don't kill me, please. I'll do anything you want."
"Goddamn it, woman!" Carter exclaimed in a tone of disgust. "I'm not about to kill you. I want to fuck you too much to do that. Besides, I'm not a goddamn murderer. I've got more sense than that. I was just getting ready to cut your damn brassiere off. So just relax and quit being so damned scared. You might even enjoy it."
Slowly Carter drew the blade of the knife upward only inches from the sleek belly of his teacher. Then in one quick movement, he slipped the blade under her bra and sliced through it. He hurriedly put his knife away and then yanked Miss Palmer's bra the rest of the way off. The young teacher's ample tits fell out firm and erect, and Carter ogled them openly.
"Why you horny son-of-a-bitch," Miss Palmer swore, no longer afraid. She charged Carter recklessly and began to flail away futilely at Carter's chest with her fists.
"Calm down, Miss Palmer," Carter said with a condescending laugh. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just take it easy. You'll enjoy it."
"The hell if I will," Miss Palmer challenged. "Now, get the hell out of here before I scream."
"Go ahead and scream," Carter said. He fought off his teacher's wild punches and shoved his hands inside her skirt. He popped the button on the skirt with a strong jerk and began ripping the garment down Miss Palmer's curvaceous legs. He dropped to his knees, and, oblivious to the woman's facial jabs, tore the skirt on off her frantically kicking legs.
"Help!" Miss Palmer shouted half heartedly.
Carter stood up and wrestled Miss Palmer to the floor. He straddled her and rested his weight heavily upon her to prevent her escape. She kicked her shoes off as she struggled beneath her student, and Carter peeled her panty hose off her to finish undressing her. Carter sat triumphantly on top of his naked teacher and began to undress himself.
"You goddamn rapist!" Miss Palmer swore as she continued to squirm beneath the young man and flail away at him with her fists. "You'll regret this." Despite her continued resistance Carter managed to completely undress as he sat astride the naked female body.
"You damn hoodlum," Miss Palmer resumed her verbal attack. "You're a good-for-nothing punk. Did you know that? You're just a punk kid."
Nothing could have infuriated Carter more than the insinuation that he was not a mature, adult male. "Punk kid, my ass!" he shouted. "I'll show you who's a punk."
Carter pinned Miss Palmer's arms to the floor and lay on top of her. He felt sweat from Miss Palmer's body as the teacher gallantly but vainly wrestled beneath him. Miss Palmer emitted low, sustained grunts and groans of enormous effort as she strove futilely to buck her assailant off. Finally Carter managed to pry her strong thighs apart and slide down between her legs. "Oh, no!"
The panic stricken woman clawed wildly at Carter's face and chest with her sharp fingernails, breaking the skin in several places. Carter strained to force his midsection farther up between his teacher's thighs. His massive dick throbbed in anticipation of the treasure of pink flesh for which it quested, but Miss Palmer continued to deny him penetration.
"Oh, no you don't," she screamed. "Not without a fight anyway."
The desperate struggle wore on for several minutes until Carter's superior strength and endurance began to tell on the young lady. Gradually Carter inched his hard shaft upward toward the teacher's unwilling cunt.
As his cock began to thread its way through Miss Palmer's silky fleece, his teacher let out a final scream of panic. "Oh, my God, no!" she shrieked. "Please don't rape me! Please!"
Carter forced the head of his cock into his teacher's tight twat and began a short hunching motion. Miss Palmer continued to strain against his efforts, but the intensity of her resistance began to subside. Tears formed in her eyes, and her former wails and curses of protest were replaced by whimpers of pain.
"Oh, no," she cried over and over. "Oh, no. Don't Please."
Carter rammed his hard rod farther into Miss Palmer's constricted pussy, and the woman screamed in agony.
"Oh, my God, no!" she bawled as tears began to pour from her eyes in a flood. "Oh, stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Please stop it!"
For Carter the battle was virtually won, and he felt an ecstatic sense of triumph. All that was left to do now was to enjoy the fruit of victory. His strokes became longer and more forceful. Sweat poured from his brow as he moaned animal-like with each deepening plunge into his teacher's forbidden pleasure palace.
Miss Palmer continued to scream in pain, but the wailing subsided as her tight cunt gradually began to loosen. Her muscles relaxed, and she lay back on the floor of her classroom in exhaustion. She had lost her will to resist. Her horny student had fought her into submission. Her chest swelled in sobs as Carter continued to ravish her.
"Oh, no, oh, don't," she kept whimpering meekly over and over.
Carter pumped Miss Palmer for several minutes, and she became more and more helpless to resist. In fact, she made no response at all. She lay motionless on the floor and moaned lowly as Carter raped her ruthlessly.
"Goddamn it, bitch!" Carter yelled furiously, "fuck me back!" He backhanded his teacher across the face with powerful blows. She winced and caught her breath in pain, but still she responded no further.
Carter began to ride her harder than ever. He screamed like a wild animal and tortured her with deep, vicious strokes until he felt himself on the verge of climax. Ever so slightly the body beneath him began to stir. Gradually and almost without realizing it herself, Miss Palmer had begun to buck mildly upward. Despite her unwillingness, Carter's brutal fucking had aroused some caged instinct in her, and she finally had to respond to it.
But for Carter it was too late. Just as Miss Palmer's upward bucks grew eager and began to merge with his violent hunches in a smooth rhythm, spurt after spurt of pent up cum exploded involuntarily from him, and he collapsed on top of his victim in exhaustion.
"Damn!" he muttered to himself as he pounded the floor with his fist. In the background Carter was aware of a bell ringing signaling an end to second period classes.
CHAPTER THREE
It was not until Carter had dressed and was on his way to his third period class that he began to be aware of the full ramifications of what he had done. Gradually the realization hit him that he had actually raped someone and would be liable to criminal prosecution. Before and during the act he had been supremely confident, and such thoughts had been the farthest things from his mind. He had had only one thing in mind, and that was to lay Miss Palmer's pretty ass, the consequences be damned. But now that his goal had been accomplished and the trophy won, his self assurance began to wane. For perhaps the first time in his life, he found himself in a situation over which he felt little control. His mind grew racked with doubt and fears.
All day long his anxiety continued to grow. He found himself unable to concentrate on his studies in his other classes, and as the time for Miss Palmer's sixth hour English class approached, the tension doubled and redoubled. A thousand fearful thoughts and questions raced through his mind. Had Miss Palmer reported him to the principal? What if she had gone to the police? Should he even show up for her class? Maybe he ought to skip town completely, just get the hell out and forget the whole damn mess.
But he knew such a plan was useless. The best thing he could do would be to go on to Miss Palmer's class, face whatever awaited him, and hope for the best.
When the bell ending fifth period sounded, Carter hurried out of the room and to his locker. Ordinarily he meandered around in the halls, visiting with friends, and came into Miss Palmer's class just ahead of the tardy bell. Today, though, he didn't want to be the last one there. He didn't want to do anything that might make him conspicuous. He waited at his locker just long enough to allow his classmates to begin filing into Miss Palmer's room, and then he headed toward the classroom himself. It seemed to him that he was heading toward his doom. At the threshold of the room he hesitated momentarily, on the verge of turning and running.
"Hi, Carter," came the happy voice of a girl approaching him from behind.
He turned, almost in fright, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was only Missy. "Oh, hi, Missy," he said with a forced smile.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Missy asked. "Let's go on in."
Miss started into the classroom and Carter followed closely behind her. He glanced at Miss Palmer as he passed her desk but turned quickly away when he noticed that she was watching him, too. He hurried to his desk and had a seat without talking to any of his classmates. At his desk he stared straight downward, not daring to look to the front of the room.
Throughout the class period, Carter continued to avoid eye contact with his teacher as she delivered her lecture on Shakespeare. Near the end of the hour, though, Miss Palmer brought her lecture to a close and began to ask questions of her students. Carter's heart raced in panic again for fear that he might be called on. But the young woman seemed almost as intent upon avoiding calling on Carter. Little did Carter know that Miss Palmer was feeling the same feeling of anxiety that he was.
But, when the bell rang ending the class, Carter heard Miss Palmer's distinct voice above the clamor of the students. "Carter," she began, "I'd like to see you in private please. I need to talk to you about something."
"Oh, shit!" Carter thought. "Here it comes. She's probably going to tell me that she's called the goddamn cops or reported me to the fuckin' principal." Carter felt a hot sweat pop out on his face as he approached Miss Palmer's desk and impatiently waited for the other students to clear out.
Missy, the last student to leave, lingered near the doorway as though waiting for Carter. Carter motioned her to go on, and she walked out of the room and closed the door.
As soon as she had gone, Miss Palmer turned to Carter with a steady gaze. Carter, despite the anxiety gnawing inside him, forced himself to return the gaze. He tried to hide the fear in his own eyes, and he thought he detected in Miss Palmer's eyes not a gleam of hatred as he had expected, but one almost of joy.
"Carter," Miss Palmer began seriously, "I'm sorry for the way I acted this morning."
Carter shook his head in disbelief. "What?"
"I said I'm sorry for the way I behaved this morning."
"But I thought you were mad," Carter said. "I thought you were probably holding me after class to tell me you'd called the damn cops or something."
"I was mad at first," Miss Palmer admitted, "but that didn't last long. I realized that it was as much my fault as it was yours, Carter. You may not believe this, Carter, and I probably shouldn't say it, but I've been .. . well, hot for your body for a long time. I know it's not right for a teacher to feel that way about a student, but I just can't help it. You turn me on too much. I'm sure you must have known that, and that's why you did what you did this morning. So that's why I say it was as much my fault as it was yours. No matter how I acted this morning, Carter, I really enjoyed what you did."
Slightly embarrassed by Miss Palmer's sudden outpouring of emotion Carter made a move to leave the room. "Is that all, Miss Palmer?" he asked politely.
"No," she said with a broad smile. "I want you to do it again." Miss Palmer began squirming seductively toward Carter and tracing the curves of her body with her hands.
Carter's hesitancy dissipated immediately. The horny young man grasped the approaching temptress securely by the arm and guided her into his embrace. He found her lips with a hard, long kiss as the sexy teacher squirmed against his muscular body.
"Oh, Carter," Miss Palmer urged in a lusty whisper, "do it to me like you did this morning."
Carter dexterously began unbuttoning Miss Palmer's blouse, and his pretty teacher breathed a sigh of total submission.
"That's my baby, Cindy." He continued to undress her with quick expertise.
Miss Palmer eagerly peeled off her remaining clothes as Carter quit undressing her to take his own clothes off. Miss Palmer stood up erect and thrust her fine pair of tits forward toward Carter in bold pride. Carter held out his arms to the tantalizing woman, and she sank willingly against his hairy young chest.
"Oh, Carter," she breathed heavily. "You make me feel so good. You're so young and so strong and so...so sexy."
Carter kneaded his instructor's tits and felt her nipples harden and stand out erect against the palm of his hand. Miss Palmer wilted in his arms, and he knew he could fuck her. He led her to her desk and positioned her with his hands on her hips. "Lean over, Cindy, and rest your weight on your desk," he instructed. "I'm going to horse fuck you."
Miss Palmer rested her elbows on her desk, spread her legs farther apart, and stood on her tiptoes. Her pretty ass was hiked in the air, and her shapely calves bulged with muscle. "Is this okay?" she asked with schoolgirl innocence.
"That's just fine, Miss Palmer," Carter said admiringly. "Just fine."
"You don't have to call me Miss Palmer," his teacher assured. "Just call me Cindy when we're alone."
"I still like to call you Miss Palmer sometimes," Carter explained as he slid his hands up the woman's sleek waist to her suspended boobs. "It's more fun that way. If I call you Cindy all the time, it's just like fucking any other broad. When I call you Miss Palmer, it reminds me that I'm actually balling my teacher. It's more of a turn-on that way."
"Whatever you say," Miss Palmer said agreeably as Carter began to massage her tits and position his huge cock for its rear entry.
Carter slid his prick into Miss Palmer's receptive slot and felt it submerge into her juicy cunt. He held her ample tits securely to gain leverage and began to thrust rhythmically against her protruding ass. "Oh, yes, Carter," Miss Palmer sighed in a raspy whisper as she hiked her ass ever higher to afford Carter deeper penetration into her eager cunt.
Carter bucked his teacher fiercely from behind, but Miss Palmer braced herself strongly against her desk to receive the terrific jolts. With each mighty thrust of the young stud, she moaned in delicious pain. "You may not be doing very well in my English class," she said in a voice punctuated with groans, "but one thing's for sure, Carter. You get an "A" in fucking."
"I'm glad you like it," Carter said as he kept on humping. Just at that moment the door to the classroom swung open, and in walked Missy. She halted just inside the door, and her mouth gaped open in shock when she discovered the unusual classroom activity.
"Well, I'll be goddamn!" she screamed. "What the hell's going on?"
"I guess it's pretty obvious," Carter said as he rammed Miss Palmer with a few more thrusts and then pulled out.
"It sure as hell is!" Missy shouted, her eyes gleaming with anger. "You lousy bastard. And you, Miss Palmer, you goddamn whore. Asking Carter to stay after class so you could talk to him. Talk to him, my ass. You just wanted to seduce him, you bitch!"
"Oh, my God, Carter," Miss Palmer shouted as she began scrambling to get her clothes back on, "why didn't you lock the door?"
"It's a little late for that now, you damn man stealer," Missy continued.
"Oh, my God," Miss Palmer repeated as she frantically tried to cover her naked body. "What a hell of a mess."
"Wait just a damn minute," Carter announced as though he had struck upon an idea. "What's everybody getting so uptight about?"
"You mean you don't think I have a right to be pissed off?" Missy asked in amazement.
"Okay, so you've got a bitch coming," Carter conceded. "Now what the hell are you going to do about it? Are you going to let something like this break us up, or are you going to be a good sport about it and join in the fun? You've always said you like to do new and exciting things. Here's your chance."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I think I know," Miss Palmer offered, "and I don't want any part of it."
"Well, if he's talking about both of us doing it with him at the same time, I don't want anything to do with it, either, especially not with you," Missy emphasized.
"Come on, Missy," Carter pleaded in his most persuasive voice. "Do it just this one time for me."
"All right," Missy said reluctantly, "but if I ever catch you with this bitch again, we're through for good."
"Okay," Carter said with a smile. "I promise you'll never have to worry about me again."
Missy began undressing in a methodical, business like manner.
"Wait a minute!" Miss Palmer exclaimed. "Don't I get a say so in this?"
"No," Carter said flatly, "because when you say 'no,' you really mean yes--"
"Besides you'll enjoy it. Now get those clothes back off."
"Well, I guess it doesn't matter much now, anyway," Miss Palmer resolved. "I'm already in too deep to get out now." She resignedly stepped back out of the panties as she had put back on just seconds before.
"Well, what do you want us to do?" Miss Palmer asked almost fearfully as she stepped back toward her desk.
"I want you to get back where you were so I can screw you from behind," Carter said resolutely.
Miss Palmer obediently resumed her former position resting her weight on her desk, and Carter approached her from behind. He rubbed his soft cock through his teacher's bristly cunt hair a few times, and his pecker quickly turned hard again. He shoved the shaft smoothly into Miss Palmer's pussy and began a gradual in and out motion.
"Missy, get up on Miss Palmer's desk and stand over me," Carter ordered.
Missy, now naked, mounted the teacher's desk and straddled Miss Palmer's bent over body just in front of Carter, her fleecy snatch staring him in the face. Missy squirmed her body seductively above her boyfriend and her teacher and then held a statuesque pose, her lean belly sucked in and her tits thrust forward, a young sex goddess on a pedestal.
Carter released his grip on Miss Palmer's suspended ass and grasped Missy's meaty hips. He pulled Missy forward, forcing the kinky black hair of her cunt into his face. He parted her hair with his tongue and dived his face deep into her moist pussy. Missy moaned with pleasure as she leaned forward and placed her hands on Carter's broad shoulders to balance herself.
Carter felt Miss Palmer's primed cunt release a new flood of juices as he resumed banging her methodically from behind. Miss Palmer again hiked her ass in the air to meet Carter's hunches, and her soft butt cushioned his increasingly powerful deliveries.
"Mmmm! Oh! Ah!" the sex hungry teacher groaned as each stroke attained deeper penetration into her willing cunt.
Simultaneously Carter drove his face ever deeper into his girlfriend's tasty snatch. He lapped at her juices and teased her hardening clit with his tongue and teeth as he continued to render pressure on her round ass.
"Oh, my God, Carter!" Missy exclaimed in a swoon as she felt her body overcome by a new level of excitement. "Oh, wow!"
Carter increased the pace of his strokes into Miss Palmer's gnawing pussy, and the wanton woman began to buck backwards to meet the hunches, urging her student on to even more violent thrusts. Carter released his grip on one of the cheeks of Missy's ass and began again to massage his teacher's fine tits. He felt the nipples on her huge melons of flesh harden in his palm. With his other hand he reached up and began to fondle Missy's tits as well. The classroom filled with guttural female groans of pleasure as Carter's actions became more and more frantic in an attempt to get both women and himself off at the same time.
Carter stepped up the rhythm of his violent thrusts to a frenetic pace as he sensed the three way climax for which he quested approaching.
"Oh, yes, Carter!" Miss Palmer acknowledged. "Oh, my God, yes."
Carter churned his tongue like an egg beater inside Missy's spread pussy and buried his face in her hairy swampland. Missy drove her cunt into Carter's face with such force that she was literally resting her weight in that manner.
"Oh, Carter!" she shouted. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes, yes, yes! Oh, my God, yes! Oh, Carter, yes!"
Carter felt an enormous load building up inside him, and he pumped Miss Palmer with a final burst of fierce hunches. Miss Palmer's feet left the floor, and she lay with the upper part of her body on her desk, her legs spread tremendously apart to allow full penetration of Carter's massive cock during his ferocious finale. Spurt after spurt of cum began to explode from Carter's throbbing prick into the insatiable woman, and she shimmied in delight.
"Oh, baby!" she moaned. "Oh, honey."
Missy felt her body begin to quake in climax, and in her uncontrollable excitement, she left the desk and mounted Carter, her shapely legs in a scissor lock around his head and her weight resting on his shoulders.
She "oohed" and "ah'd" as Carter kept lapping hungrily at her luscious cunt. "Oh, Carter!" she shrieked in ecstasy. "Oh, I love you!"
The moans and groans subsided in the room as the quivering orgasms of the threesome spent themselves. Miss Palmer lay sprawled on her desk emitting low, sustained moans of pleasure. Missy slid down Carter's strong, straight body like a fireman down a fire pole and collapsed on the floor with her arms around her boyfriend's legs. Carter fell forward onto Miss Palmer's desk and used his teacher's comely ass as a pillow as he breathed a heavy sigh of exhaustion.
CHAPTER FOUR
The following day Carter skipped his second hour history class and went, instead, to Miss Palmer's classroom. He found his young teacher seated at her desk engrossed in grading papers, and he walked unnoticed through the doorway. The sound of the closing door, however, jarred Miss Palmer from her study, and she looked up at Carter with a surprised smile.
"Oh, hi, Carter," she said as she hopped out of her seat. "I was hoping you might come by today." She stepped toward the young man, threw her arms around him, and planted a short kiss on his lips.
"Yeah," Carter said, "I skipped my history class."
"Well, I'll talk to Mr. Edwards and tell him you were helping me," Miss Palmer offered. "I'm sure he won't mind. You weren't supposed to have a test or anything, were you?"
"No, just the same old shit," Carter explained.
"Good," Miss Palmer said as she had a seat on top of her desk with her shapely legs dangling over the side. She was strikingly attired in a bright red dress with black accessories and matching black high heeled shoes. The neckline plunged down to reveal the cleavage between her breasts, and the short dress struck her about halfway up her thighs. It slid even farther up as she scooted on the desk top to find a comfortable position and then crossed her legs. She began moving her ankle in a repetitive, circular motion that was calculated to draw Carter's attention to her sinewy legs.
As Carter had a seat on top of one of the student desks facing Miss Palmer, he scanned the full length of her legs, from the well turned ankle, past the curvaceous calves, and up to the meaty thighs and the darkness beyond. His glance lingered on her legs until it became a stare, and Miss Palmer smiled with self satisfaction at her ability to attract the young man. Carter lifted his eyes and met her smile with one of his own.
"You look great today, Cindy."
"Thanks," Miss Palmer said. "I'm glad you noticed."
"You mean you think you look good, too?" Carter teased.
"I know I do," Miss Palmer said with a seductive smile. "And I dressed up just for you."
"That's what I like," Carter began, "a broad with confidence in herself. You're my kind of woman, Miss Palmer."
"To tell you the truth, Carter," Miss Palmer confessed, "I was afraid you might not come back after what you told Missy yesterday."
"Oh, what was that?"
"You know, about her not having to worry about you from now on."
"Oh, well," Carter said, casually dismissing the subject, "don't worry about that. I had to tell her something."
Miss Palmer hopped up from her desk and approached Carter, who guided her into his arms. He stood up, and Miss Palmer melted farther into his embrace.
"Carter," she began seriously, "I love you."
Carter didn't answer, but he clutched Cindy's body tightly against his and found her lips with a long, hard kiss. Miss Palmer came up panting and began squirming her body seductively against the powerful boy. Carter's hands became active as he began tracing the sleek lines of Miss Palmer's figure and massaging her resilient tits. "Oh, Carter," Miss Palmer breathed heavily, "we shouldn't keep meeting like this here in my room."
"I'll leave if you want me to," Carter offered ostensibly.
"No, don't," Miss Palmer emphasized. "I don't want you to. I just wish there were somewhere else we could meet. Someone might catch us here. Missy's already caught us once."
"I guess we'll just have to take that chance," Carter resolved. "That is, unless you don't want to."
"No, I do want to. I'm willing to take the chance."
"Let's get it on, then, while we've still got time."
He and Miss Palmer began undressing with mechanical efficiency and admiring each other's bodies. "Leave your shoes on," Carter instructed as Miss Palmer slid her panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She stood up naked except for high heels and nylon stockings and thrust her tits forward.
Carter's prick flipped out huge and erect. It throbbed in anticipation as Carter glanced at the triangle of bushy cunt hair where Miss Palmer's meaty thighs met. He took his teacher by the hand and felt her moist palm as he led her toward her desk.
Carter lay Miss Palmer on her back on the desk, and she hooked her heels on the edge of the desk, her knees hiked in the air. Carter mounted the desk and began smothering Miss Palmer with kisses. He explored her warm flesh from head to thigh with his tongue. At first the young teacher giggled with girlish excitement, and then, as Carter mouthed her tits with determination, her giggles dissolved into low moans.
"Oh, Carter, I love you," she uttered in a throaty voice.
Carter ran his tongue down Miss Palmer's tanned stomach and licked her belly button. He edged his face on down and parted her bristly hair with his tongue.
"Oh, yes, Carter, go down!"
Carter straddled his teacher's body facing away from her and eased himself down on top of her. He locked his hands around her tawny thighs, spread her legs, and buried his face between them.
"Oh, no!" Miss Palmer panted as Carter began to part her slit with his tongue. "Oh, my God, Carter! Oh, don't do this to me."
Carter worked his way down into her slot and tasted her juicy cunt. He lapped deeply into her pussy and then began to tease her hardening clit with his tongue.
"Oh, my God, that turns me on."
She grasped his huge cock as it lay throbbing near her face and guided it toward her mouth. At first she teased it with gentle licking and biting at its head, and then she swallowed the massive shaft into her deep throat. She worked out on the tall prick with vigorous effort from her restricted position, and Carter grunted in pleasure.
Miss Palmer spread her legs tremendously, and Carter forced his face ever deeper to taste the secret parts of her cavernous cunthole. Her juices cascaded inside her sweet pussy, and Carter lapped at them voraciously. Miss Palmer sustained a low, barely audible moan as she kept eating Carter's enormous cock. She turned her head to one side to allow more freedom of movement and worked out on the mammoth shaft, bobbing her head up and down with reckless abandon.
Carter came up abruptly and reversed his position on the fiery woman's body. "I was about ready to come," he explained as he lowered himself between Miss Palmer's spread thighs and onto her steaming flesh.
Carter's swollen cock slid into his teacher's primed cunt without a search, and he began pumping her with strong, methodical strokes, using the full length of his gigantic prick.
"Oh, my God, Carter!" Miss Palmer exclaimed in ecstasy. "Oh, goddamn!"
The hot blooded teacher clutched her lover desperately, hooked her heels securely on the edge of the desk, and bucked up at the young man with wanton energy. She met Carter's powerful jolts with groans of pain, but the pain got lost in the pleasure, and she kept bucking back up for more. "Oh, goddamn, Carter. Oh, fuck me, Carter! Fuck me good!"
"I'd be glad to oblige you," came a gruff, masculine voice from just inside the door, "but not in the way you mean, Miss Palmer."
In their sexual frenzy, Carter and Miss Palmer had been oblivious to the sound of the key turning in the lock and to the door opening. They jumped up frantically from the desk and stared toward the door. There stood Mr. Baxter, the school principal, his face aghast with shock.
"Miss Palmer, get your clothes back on and get out of this school," he continued. "You're fired. As for you, young man, you get your clothes on and come with me. We're going to the office."
Carter pulled his clothes on and followed Mr. Baxter, a graying man of fifty-five or so, to his office.
"Young man," Mr. Baxter began, "ordinarily I'd kick a kid out for the rest of the year for a stunt like you pulled, but I know it couldn't have been all your fault. So I'm going to give you a choice. Either get kicked out of school or take a paddling and then consent to counseling. I think you need it."
"I'll take the whipping," Carter said after a moment's thought. "And the counseling?"
"Yeah, I'll do that, too."
"Okay, put your hands on my desk and bend over," the principal instructed.
Carter did as he was told, and Mr. Baxter began to lay into his ass with a heavy paddle. Carter gritted his teeth and took the whipping with barely more than a grimace.
"Okay, now," Mr. Baxter concluded as he put his paddle away, "I want you to report to the school counselor's office tomorrow during your study hall. I'll tell Mrs. Grayson to expect you, and if I ever catch you doing something like this again, you won't have a choice."
CHAPTER FIVE
The following day Carter reported to the counselor's office as instructed during his meeting with Mr. Baxter. The door was open, so he walked in.
Mrs. Grayson, an attractive lady in her early thirties, rose to greet him. "Have a seat, Carter," she invited. "Mr. Baxter said to expect you."
Carter had a seat facing Mrs. Grayson's desk, and the counselor sat back down behind her desk.
"Well, Carter, what brings you to see me?" she began. "All Mr. Baxter said was that you had gotten into some kind of trouble."
"Yeah, he busted my ass pretty good," Carter said.
"Yes," Mrs. Grayson said with a laugh, "he told me that, too. He didn't tell me why, though. Would you like to tell me, Carter?"
"Not really," Carter said hesitantly. "You probably wouldn't like it if I told you."
"Try me," Mrs. Grayson said. Her warm smile invited Carter to continue.
"Well, he caught Miss Palmer and me in her room," Carter stammered.
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Grayson asked patiently. "Caught you doing what?"
"Well, you know," Carter said nervously. "He caught us screwing."
"I see," Mrs. Grayson said, trying hard not to show her shock and to remain non-judgmental.
There was a heavy silence as the tension thickened in the small room.
"Well," Mrs. Grayson said finally, trying to laugh off her own anxiety, "I've never found myself at a loss for words with a student before, but I must say I don't really know what to say."
"I guess there's not much to say," Carter commented. He glanced at Mrs. Grayson's eyes, deep set in a mystic face, and their sorceress power seemed to hold his gaze like a magnet. Her dark, shiny hair magnified the black magic effect of her cavernous eyes to the point that she seemed to Carter more a gypsy queen than a counselor.
"Well, do you want me to go?" Carter asked, echoing a similar question he had posed to Miss Palmer and knowing the answer would be the same.
"No, don't do that, Carter," Mrs. Grayson said as she again rose from her seat. "I want to help you. I was just a little shocked there for a second to tell you the truth. I guess I shouldn't be though. After all, you're a young man with strong impulses, and Miss Palmer's a very attractive woman. I can see how it could have happened."
Mrs. Grayson walked fluidly around her desk and pulled up a chair beside Carter. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
Sensing Carter's reluctance to talk about the subject, the counselor prodded him further. "I know it must be an awkward subject for you to talk to me about, Carter, but I think it might do you good to tell somebody about it, somebody other than your buddies. Just forget that I'm the school counselor for a while. Try to think of me as a friend who wants to help you." Mrs. Grayson inclined her body toward Carter as she spoke.
"Well, there's really not much to tell," Carter said. "I could just tell by the way she'd been acting for quite a while that Miss Palmer was sorta hot for my bod. So, a couple of days ago I screwed her during her conference hour. She screamed and cussed at first and said she didn't like it, but she really did. She ended up admitting it and saying she wanted to do it again. So we did and got caught."
"You mean you overpowered her the first time? You raped her?" Mrs. Grayson's dark eyes sparkled with interest.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"You say she liked it. How about yourself? How did you feel when you did it? Did you enjoy it?" The counselor edged closer to her client.
"Damned right, I did."
"Well, I'm sure you did," Mrs. Grayson clarified, "but what I meant was did you especially enjoy the fact that you had raped her? Did you enjoy the sense of power it must have given you?"
"Yeah, it was kinda neat, especially her being a teacher and all," Carter said openly.
Mrs. Grayson thought for a moment. "Tell me, Carter," she resumed, "have you ever had sex with anyone other than Miss Palmer? I mean was that your first time?"
"No," Carter said with a laugh, "my girlfriend and I do it a lot."
"And how was it with her? Did you have to force her to do it the first time?"
"Well, I didn't exactly rape her, if that's what you mean, but she didn't really want to do it, either."
"Poor kid," Mrs. Grayson said under her breath. "What?" Carter asked.
"Oh, I was just thinking out loud," Mrs. Grayson explained hastily. "About what?"
Mrs. Grayson looked at the young man with a compassionate smile. "You know, Carter, it's a pity you've never met someone unashamed of her sexuality. Someone who wants to have sex with you and is not afraid to admit it. It would be so much better for both of you."
Carter studied Mrs. Grayson's face. "Maybe I have."
"What do you mean?"
"You mean someone like you, don't you?"
There was a long silence, and then Mrs. Grayson broke into a broad smile. "Well," she began with a nervous laugh, "I don't normally come on quite this quick, but I'm not going to play games with you, Carter. Not after having implied that you shouldn't. You're right. I would like to do it with you. You're a very handsome, virile man. You turn me on sexually. What more can I say?"
"Are you sure?" Carter asked almost shyly.
"Sure, I'm sure. I want you to feel what it's like to have sex with a woman who gives as much as she receives."
"I bet you're that type of woman, too, aren't you?" A proud smile broke across Carter's face.
"I like to think so." Mrs. Grayson crossed her legs, and her dress slid up her tawny thighs.
"Well, let's get it on, then," Carter said, becoming eager.
"Just a second," Mrs. Grayson said in a business-like manner. "Let me call the main office and cancel my next appointment."
Mrs. Grayson rose and strode gracefully over to the door. She locked it and then returned to her desk. She dialed the phone as Carter watched her, enthralled with her self-assurance and sophistication. His cock started to throb in anticipation.
"Mrs. Hudson, please cancel my next appointment," Mrs. Grayson began smoothly. "I'll be detained for a while."
The provocative woman hung up the phone and turned to Carter with a smile of satisfaction. "Shall we?" she invited as she deliberately began to undo the buttons of her dress.
"Right on!" Carter agreed. He quickly discarded his clothes and then glued his eyes on Mrs. Grayson as she concluded her disrobing. She had squirmed out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Now she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She slipped out of the bra, exposing her tits, and the mounds of pure white flesh stood out full and round. She kicked free of her shoes and stretched luxuriously on tiptoes. She hiked one leg up on her desk chair and peeled her nylons down her thigh in a slow, suggestive manner. She threw back her long, shiny hair, tilted her head toward Carter, and pursed her lips invitingly as she repeated the procedure with the other leg.
Carter's hard prick throbbed urgently under the influence of his counselor's tantalizing procedure. He walked eagerly toward the naked woman and whirled her strongly around to him. He guided her into his powerful embrace, and, placing one hand on her well rounded ass and the other arm around her back, he lifted her from the floor and pressed her mature flesh against his young masculine body. Mrs. Grayson lifted her spread legs and clasped them around Carter's midsection in a scissor lock. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as Mrs. Grayson clung to the young man's neck. Carter began to pant with excitement as Mrs. Grayson's full lips wrestled with his. He dived his tongue deep inside the woman's mouth and searched out its hidden recesses.
Mrs. Grayson began to moan with desire, and Carter started hunching up from his standing position with the sexy woman riding high in the saddle. His upright cock sought Mrs. Grayson's slot with upward probes. The worldly woman eased herself down Carter's body and gradually swallowed his enormous dick into her warm cavern.
"Oh, Carter," Mrs. Grayson groaned in a husky contralto. "Oh, God, yes!"
Carter found it difficult to gain leverage from his restricted position, so Mrs. Grayson took the initiative. She began to ride up and down on his tall pole as Carter stood like a strong oak tree, clasping the woman's supple body in his arms. He felt the round pressure of her large boobs against his chest as she worked out on his hard peter, churning more and more wildly on the shaft. "Oh, Carter!" she panted. "Oh, goddamn! Lay me down and fuck me."
Carter lowered Mrs. Grayson gently to the floor and lay on top of her without disconnecting from her gnawing cunt. The passionate counselor released her scissor lock on Carter and spread her legs tremendously, allowing the horny high school student deep penetration. Carter drove hard into her warm pussy, and Mrs. Grayson pointed her toes to the ceiling and moaned with pleasure. "Oh, yes, Carter," she urged. "That's what I want. Fuck me good. I want your big dick deep inside me."
Mrs. Grayson bucked up to meet Carter's terrific hunches as they became more and more violent. Her moans of pleasure became mixed with pain, but she urged her lover onward in a sultry voice. "Oh, yes!" she screamed. "That's the way. Oh, God, yes."
Mrs. Grayson clawed at Carter's back with piercing fingernails, but Carter was oblivious to the pain as the two built toward release. She spanked his ass with one hand like a rider whipping his horse, and Carter responded with an accelerated finale of plunges into her hungry cunt.
"Oh, what a stallion!" Mrs. Grayson praised.
Spurt after spurt of love juice shot from Carter's primed cock, and Mrs. Grayson sighed in ecstasy as she felt the warm fluid enter her deeply. Carter kept on humping as the vital juice squirted from his prick, trying to give the nymphomaniac woman every ounce of satisfaction he could, and Mrs. Grayson continued hunching upward, milking Carter for every drop of the precious fluid.
"Oh, goddamn!" Mrs. Grayson swore as the two lovers finally collapsed together on the floor. "Oh, what a fuck!"
"You were pretty damn good yourself, Mrs. Grayson," Carter said.
"By the way, Carter," the exhausted woman whispered, "my first name's Sally. I don't think you need to call me Mrs. Grayson from now on."
"All right, then," Carter agreed as he unhinged and rose to put his clothes back on. "Sally it is."
After Carter had dressed, he turned at the threshold of the door to face his latest lover. "How bout an encore tomorrow after school?" he suggested.
"Sure," Mrs. Grayson agreed without hesitation.
"Is it okay if I bring along a friend?" Carter suggested boldly.
Mrs. Grayson smiled to herself as if amused by the idea. "Male or female?"
"The latter."
Mrs. Grayson smiled again and shrugged her shoulders. "Why not?" she said, contemplating all the possibilities for a threesome.
CHAPTER SIX
Convincing Missy to join him in his next "counseling" session was no problem for Carter. He simply presented her with the alternative that, or never going out with him again. It was an option Missy did not want to think about. She did not particularly like the idea of sharing Carter, but she was willing to go along with it in order to cling to the fragile notion that Carter, the idol of Westbrook High, belonged to her. Sharing him with an older woman was better than sharing him with a classmate and was certainly better than not having him at all.
As it turned out, though, Carter invited not one, but two other guests to the meeting in Mrs. Grayson's office. The following morning he had spotted Miss Palmer in the hall and stopped her for an explanation of her continued presence at school. "I thought you got fired, Cindy?" he commented.
"Well," Miss Palmer explained, "I came back after school and had a talk with Mr. Baxter. I... uh...let's just say he changed his mind." Miss Palmer smiled coyly.
Carter returned the smile with a knowing look. "I see," he drawled. "Well, how about coming with me to see Mrs. Grayson after school today? I think she might be able to help me more if you were there, too. That way she could kinda get both sides of the story, you know."
"I guess so, Carter," Miss Palmer agreed. "Anything to help you."
After school Carter and Missy walked together to Mrs. Grayson's office, and the counselor greeted them as they entered the room tentatively.
"So this is your friend?" she asked, rising from her desk chair. "I can see why you wanted to bring her along." Mrs. Grayson examined the young girl's shapely body. "Carter, close the door, please," Mrs. Grayson requested as she walked from behind her desk.
Carter closed the door and then turned back to face the two women. "I guess we all know why we're here?" Mrs. Grayson quizzed, glancing at Missy.
"She knows," Carter answered.
"Good. I guess there's no reason for us to delay any longer, then, is there?" Mrs. Grayson began undressing without shame, laying her clothes in a neat pile on her desk. Carter followed her lead, but Missy hesitated, intimidated by the older woman's boldness and self assurance.
"Well, come on, Missy," Carter urged as he noticed her hesitancy.
Missy had begun undressing timidly when a knock on the door halted her again. "Who is it?" Mrs. Grayson called. The counselor now stood stark naked before the two students.
"It's Miss Palmer," came the voice from outside the door.
"I'm sorry, Miss Palmer," the counselor apologized, "you'll have to come back Monday morning. I'm busy right now."
"But Carter told me to join him here for a meeting with you," Miss Palmer protested.
Mrs. Grayson turned to Carter with an expression of surprise, and Missy whirled on him with an angry glare. "Why the hell did you invite that bitch here?" Missy demanded. "Isn't two enough for you?"
"Did you want her to be in on this, too?" Mrs. Grayson asked Carter in an even voice as her sense of astonishment dissipated.
"Sure, why not?"
"Okay," Mrs. Grayson agreed, "it might be the best thing. Go ahead and let her in."
Carter, dressed only in undershorts, opened the door, but he stayed behind it until Miss Palmer stepped inside so that she wouldn't see his semi naked state. Then he closed the door quickly behind her as soon as she had stepped through the door.
"What the...?" Miss Palmer said in a start as she saw the nude and near nude condition of the room's occupants. Her mouth fell open in shock, and she threw her hands to her face. "Oh, my God!" she said, "what's going on here? What have I gotten myself into?"
Mrs. Grayson slid down from her desk and walked over to Carter who rose to meet her. She sank into his arms and smothered him with kisses. She pulled from his grasp and turned to Missy who stood beside him. Mrs. Grayson looked into the young girl's eyes with a warm smile, and Missy melted into her gaze. The counselor extended her hand, and Missy tentatively placed her hand in the older woman's. Mrs. Grayson pulled Missy toward her, and the female flesh of the two women met in embrace. Mrs. Grayson looked into Missy's face and kissed the young girl full on the lips.
Mrs. Grayson parted from Missy and turned to Miss Palmer who had witnessed the previous scene with mixed feelings. She was repulsed by the thought of kissing another woman, and yet she felt a strange attraction toward Mrs. Grayson. Miss Palmer drew back in a brief start as Mrs. Grayson approached, but the counselor grasped her arm and caressed it gently. Mrs. Grayson sought the teacher's eyes with the magnetic allure of her own, and Miss Palmer, too, melted before their warmth. As Mrs. Grayson took Miss Palmer into her arms, the teacher relaxed and clung to the stronger woman for support. Mrs. Grayson kissed her long and strong, and Miss Palmer submitted readily.
Mrs. Grayson loosened herself from Miss Palmer's embrace and stood once again before her audience. "Now that we're all just one big happy family, let's get down to real business," she announced.
To Carter's surprise he had not been turned off by Mrs. Grayson's action, but had, instead, found his stiff dick hardening even more. He wanted to fuck Mrs. Grayson all the more. He reached for her and guided her to the floor. He crawled between the saddle of her thighs and felt the warmth of her body expand into his. His steel like cock threaded its way through Mrs. Grayson's coal black cunt hair into her receptive slot. The hot blooded woman spread her legs to accommodate her lover, and Carter felt the warm juices of her cunt bathe his dick as he plunged deeply into her.
"Oh, yes, Carter," she sighed. "Give it all to me."
Carter began screwing Mrs. Grayson with strong hunches as Missy and Miss Palmer looked on. A twinge of jealousy darted through them as they watched Carter banging away with obvious enjoyment and heard the other woman's guttural groans, but at the same time they couldn't help but be aroused by the scene, too.
Suddenly Miss Palmer could stand it no longer. Crazy with envy and panting with desire, she lunged for the two lovers and rolled Mrs. Grayson over on top of Carter. Carter and Mrs. Grayson stayed hooked together, and Mrs. Grayson came up hunching wildly. She reared herself to a sitting position and worked out on Carter's rod with reckless abandon, milking it back and forth and from side to side.
"Oh, baby!" Carter praised. "Oh, Sally, that's the way to fuck, you horny bitch."
Carter had no sooner gotten the words out of his mouth than his face was smothered by Miss Palmer's hairy cunt. The sex crazed teacher wiggled her ass into a comfortable position and rested her weight squarely on Carter's head. She spread her legs tremendously and drove her pussy hard into the young man's face. Carter lapped up at her luscious cunt, and Miss Palmer squirmed in delight and emitted a sigh of satisfaction.
"Oh, my God, yes!" the pretty teacher exclaimed. "Oh, yes!"
Carter responded to Mrs. Grayson's urgent hunching with strong upward bucks, and the lustful woman rode them determinedly. She groaned with pleasure with each plunge of Carter's strong dick as she and the horny boy merged into a synchronized fucking.
"Oh, Carter, you big stud," she praised. "I love your giant dick in me."
Aroused by Mrs. Grayson's lavish praise of Carter's sexuality, Missy rushed over to join in the orgy. She jumped astraddle Carter between the other two women and demanded that he satisfy her urgent passion. "Oh, Carter," she begged, "Do something to me. I can't stand it any longer."
Carter reached up with one hand and found Missy's bushy cunt hair. He threaded his finger through her hairy swampland and slid his finger smoothly into her juicy twat. He began working his finger in and out of the young girl's eager cunt, and she sighed heavily.
"Oh, wow!" she said in a throaty voice. "Oh, I wanted you so bad. I couldn't stand it any longer."
Moved by the inadequacy of Carter's finger action to satisfy Missy's lust, Mrs. Grayson placed her arms around the young girl's upper torso as she continued bobbing up and down on Carter's tall pole. She grasped one of Missy's ample tits in each of her hands and massaged them from behind like a housewife kneading dough. Missy responded to the fondling with a squirm of pleasure and then grasped Carter's wrist with her hands and masturbated with his finger, driving it hard into her insatiable cunt.
"Oh, yes, Carter," she urged. "Do it hard like this."
The frenzied action built toward a three way climax. Carter kept hunching upward to meet Mrs. Grayson's active cunt, slurping Miss Palmer's pussy like a thirsty dog, and driving his finger deep into his girlfriend's willing cunt. The intermingling of clamorous female voices filled the room like cries from a den of wounded animals as the lustful women sensed their approaching mutual climax.
Carter felt load after load of love juice explode from his massive cannon, and he moaned in the moment of release. His climax seemed to set off a chain reaction among the women. Mrs. Grayson felt the warm fluid spurt upward into her churning cunt, and her body broke into billows of orgasm. Mrs. Grayson's ecstatic quaking ignited a similar shimmying in Missy's young body, and the thrilled girl picked up the rhythm of orgasm. She threw her arms around Miss Palmer in delight, and the billowing seemed to transfer in waves from her body to her teacher's. Miss Palmer weltered and swore in ecstatic surrender.
"Oh, goddamn!" she shrieked. "Oh, my God, yes."
Similar moans of joy came from the other two females as they all three sat astraddle Carter's body like triumphant jockeys astride their mounts.
"God, that was a fun fuck," Mrs. Grayson lauded unashamedly.
"Oh, Carter!" Missy kept moaning over and over. "Oh, Carter. Oh, Carter, baby!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Late that night as Carter lay in bed at home, he found his cock stiffening into a hard-on. He had thought, in turn, of Missy, then Miss Palmer, and finally Mrs. Grayson, and he yearned for one of them now. If only he could have one of them here with him in his own bed to satisfy his sexual hunger. Instead, he was alone with an urgent desire and a hard dick. Carter's thoughts wandered to Tina, his Fourteen year old stepsister, who lay asleep in the next bedroom not twenty feet from where Carter lay awake, panting with lust. Carter's mind lit up at the image. He thought of how Tina had changed just within the last year from a little girl to a woman. Her full body belied the fact that she was still only an eighth grader.
Carter had noted Tina's womanly figure several times with more than a passing glance, and the young girl had obviously enjoyed the attention. A few times she had even issued subtle hints that she wanted Carter to do more than just notice her. Carter recalled the time he had accidentally walked in on her while she was in the bathroom. Tina had stood before the mirror admiring her naked body, and instead of panicking when he entered, she had posed nonchalantly. Carter had even detected a slight smile on her lips as he took the liberty of a lingering glance before turning away.
Carter didn't know whether Tina's flirtatious manner was an honest come on or just the actions of a little girl playing at being a woman, but as he lay in his bed, hurting with desire, he decided it was time to find out. He rose quietly and walked stealthily into his stepsister's bedroom. With blind courage he slipped off his pajamas and slid into bed with the young girl. Tina turned in her sleep and emitted a low moan but did not awaken.
Carter's dick throbbed hard against the young girl's firm flesh as he pressed against her and took her in his arms. Tina sighed with pleasure and cuddled up against Carter like a baby. Carter began to explore her smooth flesh with his hands, and she squirmed with unconscious delight. Gradually, she gave signs of awakening, and Carter knew he couldn't hope to complete the job he'd come to do without her conscious cooperation. If he tried to fuck her without her knowing it, she'd wake up screaming, and that would wake up the whole damn household.
"Hey, sleeping beauty," Carter whispered as he shook his stepsister gently. "Wake up."
Tina groaned more loudly, and then aware at last that it wasn't just a dream lover in bed with her, she cringed back in a startled gasp. "What's going on?" she demanded. "What are you doing in here, Carter?"
"Shhh," Carter hushed her, "I just want to sleep with you tonight, good looking. Okay?"
"I don't know," Tina said hesitantly. "Our mom and dad might catch us. I'm scared."
"Don't be scared, baby," Carter soothed in a brotherly tone. "It'll be all right."
"I don't know," Tina said again. Then, after a pause she added, "Oh, I want to, Carter."
"Let's do it, then," Carter encouraged.
"Well, okay," Tina agreed hesitantly, "but we'll have to be quiet."
"That's my girl," Carter said. He gave Tina a gentle pat on her young ass and then began once again to explore her shapely teenage body. Carter pulled her flimsy panties over her plump ass and down her sleek legs. Tina lacked the self-assurance to undress herself, but she gave Carter full cooperation in disrobing her. She raised her legs toward her body, and Carter pulled the panties over her feet and lay them on the floor beside the bed. He lifted her silky nightie, and Tina raised her arms as he pulled the thin garment over her head.
Carter tossed the negligee aside and pulled Tina's naked body against his. Tina sighed heavily and surrendered herself to her older brother. She sank deeply into his arms, and Carter felt her nipples harden against his chest.
"Oh, Carter," she whispered. "I've wanted this for so long."
"Me, too," Carter lied.
Carter found Tina's firm young boobs with his searching hands and massaged them eagerly. Tina squirmed in delight as her nipples stood up against Carter's palm. Tina's timidity began to dissolve, and the young girl responded eagerly to Carter's caresses. She sought his lips with hers and kissed him hard and long with active lips and a diving tongue. She smothered his face with kisses, gnawed at his ear lobes, and tongued the inside of his ears.
"Oh, Carter, I want you."
Carter's hand slid down Tina's flat belly, and the young man threaded his fingers through his stepsister's silky triangle of hair. He found her groove with his middle finger and worked the finger in deeper until he felt the gooey moisture of Tina's virgin cunt. "Oh, yes, Carter. I want you to do it to me. I want you to be the first."
Carter forced his finger deeper into the young girl's tight twat, and Tina winced in pain. Carter began working his finger in and out of her pure pussy as gently as he could, trying to loosen it for the later entry of his much larger cock. Still, the ecstasy of her voice was broken at times by moans of pain, and she gritted her teeth to keep from screaming.
"Does it hurt?" Carter asked with at least partial concern.
"A little," Tina admitted, "but I like it. It feels so good."
Carter pulled his finger from Tina's moist cunt and rolled heavily on top of the young girl. Tina spread her legs to receive him, and he wedged himself between her meaty thighs. Tina clutched Carter to her breasts, and he felt her firm tits pressing up against him. Gradually Carter positioned his huge cock for entry into his stepsister's virgin pussy, and the aroused girl panted loudly, half in anticipation and half in fear. She strained upward toward the desired shaft, eager to endure the pain she knew it would bring.
"Do it to me, Carter."
Carter found Tina's narrow opening and she plunged the head of his cock in slowly.
"Oh, my God!" the young girl moaned. "Oh, it's so big!"
The pain abated, and Tina gradually began to hunch upward in a short back and forth rhythm. Carter patiently worked his massive dick deeper into the girl's gradually expanding cunt, and her heavy sighs of pleasure continued to be punctuated with groans of pain.
"Give it all to me, Carter," she said. "I know it'll hurt, but I can't stand it."
Carter delivered a few more preliminary strokes, and then with one violent plunge he sank the whole of his immense shaft deep into the girl's small cunt. Her cherry burst, and blood erupted in spurts from her cunt and covered the sheets.
"Oh, goddamn!" Tina shrieked uncontrollably. "Oh, no! Oh, don't, please. It hurts too much."
Tina struggled to shove Carter off her, but he disregarded her excruciating pleas. He held her down firmly, and he punished her with stab after painful stab into her virgin pussy. With each blow Tina screamed in agony, and blood continued to flow from her busted cherry.
"Oh, Carter, no!" she shrilled at the top of her lungs. "Oh, please stop! Oh, goddamn it, no!"
Tina's cries gradually subsided into whimpers as Carter continued to bang her ruthlessly. She had expended her energy to resist, and she lay back and sobbed in exhaustion as the horny young man ravished her with brutal hunches.
"Oh, Carter, please," she begged in a barely audible voice. "You're killing me."
Carter kept on fucking Tina through her pain. Gradually it began to die away, and almost without realizing it herself, the young girl began to respond to her stepbrother's savage jabs.
"That's my baby!" Carter encouraged. "Fuck me back! You can do it."
Slowly the speed and intensity of Tina's upward bucks increased until she found herself hunching up to meet Carter's enormous dick with frenzied excitement.
"Oh, my God!" she shouted as she matched him thrust for thrust. "It hurts so good! Oh, keep doing it, Carter. You've got such a big dick. Keep fucking me with it. Oh, I love it."
Carter kept humping Tina relentlessly, and caught up in the ecstasy of her first fuck, Tina became oblivious to the pain. She gritted her teeth and spread her legs wide to accommodate her stepbrother's thick shaft. She bucked up at Carter wildly, determined to prove to him that she was a full grown woman, capable of giving him all the pleasure any other woman could.
"Oh, God, yes!" she screamed. "Keep fucking me, Carter!"
Carter felt a big load building toward release, and he rammed Tina evermore furiously. Tina sensed an ocean of sexual current pressing at the dykes, ready to break loose at any moment.
"Oh, just a little longer!" she pleaded. "Just a little more, Carter."
As Carter and Tina banged away at each other, they were vaguely aware of the bedroom door opening and closing, but they kept right on humping. Then came a frantic female voice that momentarily jarred them from their passionate surrender.
"Oh, my God!" screamed Carter's stepmother. "Oh, no! It can't be. What's going on? Oh, no! Stop it! Stop it! Tina! Carter! Stop it!"
Carter and Tina glanced up to see Mrs. Greene, but they couldn't have stopped now if they had wanted to. It was too late. The frantic woman rushed toward her stepson, still screaming incoherently, and tried vainly to pull him from her daughter. Carter felt his stepmother tugging and clawing at him, but he was crazy with desire in his moment of climax. He pummeled Tina with a ferocious finale of jolts and shot wad after wad of love fluid into the young girl's battered cunt.
Tina's body weltered in spasms of orgasm, and the young girl clung to Carter desperately and screamed in delight. "Oh, yes!" she shrieked. "Oh, God, yes."
"Stop it, you two!" Mrs. Greene screamed. "Stop it this very instant." Tina still disregarded her mother's urgent pleas, and she milked Carter for every drop of his precious love juice with her upward bucks before finally collapsing beneath him.
Carter panted in exhaustion and then rolled off Tina to face his stepmother.
"I've never been so shocked in my life," the alarmed woman said. "Of all the disgusting, filthy behavior. Tina, I'd never have thought you'd do something like this, and, Carter, you ought to be ashamed. Now get the hell back to your own bedroom before I wake up your father and call him in here.''
"I'm sorry I disappointed you, Mom," Tina said, "but I'm not sorry I did it. It was great. It felt so good. I loved it."
"You little whore, I ought to beat the hell out of you, and, Carter, I want to talk to you."
Mrs. Greene followed Carter to his bedroom and paced back and forth as she admonished him. "Carter, I want you to see our preacher about this. Your mind must really be mixed up. I think you need some moral guidance. If you don't agree to see Rev. Alston, I'll tell your father."
After a pause, Mrs. Greene demanded, "Well, how about it?"
Carter nodded his assent, and after another pause his stepmother stomped out of the room in a haughty gait.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Saturday afternoon Carter drove over to Reverend Alston's home to fulfill the agreement he had made with his stepmother. He wasn't exactly looking forward to getting preached to, but it was better than having Mrs. Greene tell his old man about him and Tina. Carter knocked on the front door of the parsonage and waited impatiently for someone to answer. After a few long moments, the door opened, and Mrs. Alston, a fortyish woman with a tall, statuesque build, peered out at him curiously.
"Yes, Carter," she said, "what can I do for you?"
"I wanted to see Rev. Alston."
"He's not here right now," Mrs. Alston explained. "He goes out witnessing for the Lord on Saturday afternoons, but he should be back before long. You can come on in and wait for him if you want to;"
"Okay," Carter agreed hesitantly.
Mrs. Alston opened the door for Carter and directed him to the couch. "Have a seat," she invited, motioning with her hand.
Carter sat on the couch, and Mrs. Alston took a seat in a chair opposite him.
"Well, what brings you to see Rev. Alston? Is it something I can help you with?"
"No, thanks."
There was an extended silence. Carter was satisfied with the lack of conversation, but Mrs. Alston seemed to be trying to think of something to say as though she felt a need to fulfill her duty as hostess and entertain her guest. Carter leaned back in the couch and took out a cigarette.
"Do you have an ashtray?" he asked as he lit up.
"I didn't know you smoked, Carter," Mrs. Alston said as she set an ashtray in front of him.
"Well, I don't very much, because I play sports," Carter explained. "The coach doesn't want us to smoke at all, but I like to have a cigarette once in a while."
Carter looked at Mrs. Alston with an attentive eye as he inhaled another deep puff. He could tell, despite her conservative dress, that she was quite an attractive woman for her age.
"I guess I haven't had a cigarette since before I was married," Mrs. Alston continued. "My husband thinks it's a sin."
"Would you like one, now," Carter asked, taking the hint. He extended his pack to the woman.
"Maybe just one," he said as she leaned over, took a cigarette from the pack, and placed it tentatively to her lips.
Carter stood and offered her a light. Mrs. Alston took a puff on the cigarette and blew out the smoke without inhaling. She held the cigarette between her fingers with the awkwardness of an inexperienced smoker.
"You know, Mrs. Alston," Carter said boldly, "you're a very nice looking lady. It's too bad you have to cover it up with those clothes you wear and the way you wear your hair."
"Why, thank you, Carter," Mrs. Alston said with a buoyant smile. "My husband likes for me to wear long dresses and to wear my hair up like this. He says it wouldn't look good for a preacher's wife to try to look too...well, you know...sexy."
Mrs. Alston turned away in embarrassment, and there was a momentary silence that grew heavy with expectation. Carter stared boldly at the holy woman, and he knew that she knew he was looking at her. Slowly she lifted her face and met Carter's eyes with hers in a prepared smile.
"Let your hair down," Carter whispered. "I want to see how you look."
She rose quickly and strode with schoolgirl excitement into her bedroom. Within minutes she returned and stood proudly in front of Carter like a model. Her long auburn hair, instead of being stacked on top of her head in a bun, now flowed luxuriously down her back. She had exchanged her dull gray dress that had struck her below the knees for a bright orange miniskirt.
"I haven't worn it in years," Mrs. Alston said. "Rev. Alston probably doesn't even know I still have it."
"You look great, Muriel," Carter said, taking the liberty of calling the minister's wife by her first name.
"Thanks," Mrs. Alston said with a broad smile, enjoying the attention and flattery of the young man. She turned around slowly, giving Carter a long look at her full figure. She made a start toward her chair, but before she could reach it, Carter had sprung to his feet and headed her off. He grasped her bare arm and turned her around to face him. Mrs. Alston turned without resistance, and, pretending to stumble, she collapsed into Carter's arms.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said with feigned innocence.
Carter embraced her strongly, and she clung to his shoulders as if to regain her balance. Then, continuing her pretense, she tried to push free of Carter's grasp, but the young man held her securely. He felt her body wrestle against his, and he sought her lips with his. At first Mrs. Alston turned away, but then succumbing to a desire she had been denying for perhaps all her life, she let Carter find her willing lips. She kissed him back strongly as her willingness became aggressiveness.
"Oh, God, Carter!" she panted between kisses. "Oh, God, you don't know how I feel inside. How I've wanted somebody for so long."
Carter's cock shot up hard, and Mrs. Alston felt it pound against her body. She ground her midsection against the shaft as it bulged beneath Carter's blue jeans.
"Oh, Carter, I want you," she whispered in a sultry voice. "I know you're a lot younger than I am, but I need you so bad. I can't help it."
Carter led Mrs. Alston to the couch and guided her into his lap as he had a seat. Carter massaged her tits through her dress, and she lay back in submission, weakened by her sudden desire. Dexterously Carter began unbuttoning her dress.
"Oh, no, Carter!" Mrs. Alston protested. "Oh, no, we can't. Not here. My husband's due home any minute."
Despite her objections, Mrs. Alston offered no resistance, and Carter undressed her quickly. Her breathing became heavier as he cupped her bare tits in his hand and felt her nipples grow. He massaged the resilient melons of flesh and traced the lines of her naked body as she squirmed in pleasure.
"Oh, no, Carter, we can't do this. Oh, my God, no."
Carter dropped his clothes to the floor and climbed gently on top of the prostrate woman. He felt her plentiful tits bulging up against his bare chest as she pawed him desperately. Slowly he wedged himself between her thighs and prodded her cunt area, searching for entry.
"God forgive me," Mrs. Alston sighed as she spread her legs extravagantly to accommodate him. "I can't help myself."
Carter's huge prick found Mrs. Alston's groove and made a tentative entry. Mrs. Alston clamped her legs around Carter and began churning her cunt hungrily, inviting deeper penetration. Carter gave her the full length of his immense shaft with a single plunging jolt, and she accepted it with a groan of delicious agony.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, now openly proclaiming her pleasure. "Oh, yes, do it to me, Carter."
Carter began pumping Mrs. Alston with long methodical strokes, and she answered with an eager, gyrating cunt. Her love juices cascaded inside her starved pussy, and she gave herself over totally to her desires. At last the sexual cravings that had been caged somewhere deep inside her for so long had been released.
"Oh, fuck me, Carter!" she screamed. "Oh, it feels so goddamn good."
Mrs. Alston bucked up at Carter with wanton hunches. Lost in a sexual trance, she screamed and moaned in hedonistic delight and clawed at Carter like a frenzied, wild animal. "This must be heaven!" she proclaimed. "Oh, Carter, fuck the hell out of me!"
The two lovers battered each other with perfectly timed hunches. Carter slammed Mrs. Alston's ass to the couch with jarring jolts, only to have the lustful wench buck back up for more. Carter felt his partner's body begin to quiver on the edge of orgasm, and he rammed her with a final series of accelerated blows.
Liquid pellets exploded in spurts from Carter's potent cock, and Mrs. Alston's quivering built to a tremendous quaking. Her body weltered in spasmodic release. As she felt each warm spurt of Carter's cum enter her hungry cunt, her body flopped uncontrollably like that of a dying heart patient receiving electrical shocks.
"Oh, yes!" she repeated jubilantly as she experienced climax after climax.
Moments later the tired lovers lay on the couch, still hinged sexually and still panting heavily. "Oh, Carter," Mrs. Alston sighed as she exhaled a heavy breath. "You were fabulous. You don't know how long I've waited for something like this. My husband has never made me feel like this. The only time we ever have sex is when he can't stand it any longer, and then all he cares about is just getting it over with as quickly as possible. He thinks fucking is some kind of sin."
Mrs. Alston smiled with self satisfaction at her lack of shame in using the word "fuck" so openly. She felt suddenly free and uninhibited. "How about you, lover boy?" she laughed, her smile becoming broader.
"I think it's a sin not to," Carter said. The two lovers laughed together.
"You know," Mrs. Alston said thoughtfully, "if I weren't afraid you'd think I was crazy, I'd tell you I love you."
"It's not crazy," Carter said with rehearsed gentleness.
"Well, then," the preacher's wife said with a giggle, "I love you, Carter Greene."
"Imagine that, me a thirty nine year old woman and you a seventeen year old boy. Why, I'm old enough to be your mother." Mrs. Alston smiled at the idea.
Carter felt his huge prick firming up again inside Mrs. Alston's relaxed pussy, and instinctively he began a slow hunching motion. Awakened by the hardening organ inside it, Mrs. Alston's body, too, began to move once again.
"Let's do it different this time, honey," Carter suggested. "Let me fuck you in the ass."
Mrs. Alston tried not to show her surprise, for although she was somewhat shocked by the idea, she was ready to do anything to please Carter.
"Okay," she agreed quickly, "but we'll have to hurry. My husband is already overdue."
Carter guided Mrs. Alston from the couch to the floor. He positioned the willing woman on her knees with her weight resting on the couch. Carter knelt behind her and guided his dick up and down the crack of her ass with his hand. Mrs. Alston wiggled her ass in ticklish delight and spread her legs farther apart. Carter spread her round buns with his hands and positioned his cock for entry.
"Are you sure we can do this?" Mrs. Alston wanted to know. "I mean you're so big. I've never done this before. It might hurt me."
"Sure, it'll hurt," Carter acknowledged, "but you'll like it."
Carter rammed the head of his huge cock into the woman's sweet asshole, and she moaned in pain.
"Oh, Carter," she complained. "Oh, don't."
Carter reached around the religious woman and grasped one of her abundant tits with each hand. He loosened her up with a few gentle proddings and then forced his cock deep inside her with one violent plunge.
"Oh, goddamn! Oh, no, Carter, please! You're killing me!"
Carter disregarded the woman's agonizing screams and began butt fucking her with vicious hunches. He held her tits securely to gain leverage and drove his dick hard into her tight asshole. Mrs. Alston collapsed on the couch, overcome by the pain. Her voice faded into a whimper as she lost the strength even to scream. Her only response to the brutal butt fucking Carter was administering to her was a faint cry emitted with each savage stab of his punishing cock.
Gradually, however, Carter felt the body beneath him start to stir. Mrs. Alston had endured the pain, and now she began to sense the pleasure. From some sexual reservoir inside her, she called upon a reserve of energy. Carter felt her backward bucks begin to merge with his ferocious hunches in an urgent rhythm. Mrs. Alston braced herself strongly for each jolt, and the soft meat of her ass cushioned Carter's terrific blows.
"Oh, Carter!" she encouraged. "Oh, butt-fuck me, honey! Oh, yes!"
Carter kept humping Mrs. Alston with deep plunges into her virgin asshole, and he felt another load readying itself for discharge. Mrs. Alston squirmed her upper body in ecstasy as Carter butt fucked her relentlessly. She felt her whole body began to break into uncontrollable vibrations. Carter shot wad after wad of love juice into her receptive asshole, and her body contorted in response.
"Oh, my God!" she screamed in ecstatic surrender as she felt the warm fluid spurt deep inside her. "Oh, Carter, yes. Oh, my God, that was great."
Carter collapsed on top of the exhausted woman and felt her hot flesh, still alive with passion. After a few minutes he pulled out and began to dress. "I'd better get out of here before your old man gets back," Carter commented as he finished dressing. "How about you? Hadn't you better get some clothes on before he gets here."
"To hell with him," Mrs. Alston said in a heavy sigh. "Let him come." Carter walked out of the house, leaving the helpless woman hunched over the couch in the nude.
CHAPTER NINE
The following Tuesday Carter brought Missy home with him after school, knowing that the house would be empty. His parents were still at work, and Tina had cheerleading practice after school. Carter himself usually had basketball practice after school, but not on the day of a game, and this was such a day.
Carter invited Missy to have a seat on the couch, and then he put on some hard rock music.
"Come on and dance with me," Missy coaxed as she rose to her feet.
"No, I'd rather just watch you," Carter declined.
Missy picked up the beat of the music, rotating her hips to the intense sound. Her pelvic thrusts became more and more suggestive. Her ass oscillated rhythmically beneath her tight blue jeans to the heavy beat as she pumped her way closer to Carter. Carter felt his cock swell to a hard-on as he watched the sexy girl's grind and bump routine.
"Right on!"
Without a cue from Carter, Missy hopped upon the coffee table in front of him without missing a beat. She thrust her pelvis toward his face suggestively and began tracing the lines of her body with her slender fingers. She kicked out of her shoes, threw back her long hair, and began unsnapping the buttons of her blouse. Sweat poured from her brow as she kept up the churning pace and moved into her striptease act.
Missy squirmed out of her blouse and let it fall to the floor. She reached behind herself, unsnapped her bra, and wiggled out of it. She shook her freed tits in Carter's face tantalizingly and twirled the bra round and round on her index finger. She ground her ass wantonly.
"Let me take you higher," she shouted.
With her thumb Missy unsnapped the button on her blue jeans, and they popped wide open, halfway unzipping themselves from the pressure of her round ass. She slid the faded jeans over her curvaceous hips and then shook them down to her knees with a grinding rhythm.
She lay on her back, and extending one leg at a time provocatively in the air, she peeled the jeans from her shapely legs. Still on her back she nursed her pantyhose over her round buttocks, and then pointing her toes toward Carter, she invited him to peel the stockings from her legs. Carter pulled the hose down to her bulging calves, and then he placed the nylon stockings between his teeth and pulled them the rest of the way off.
With the pantyhose still dangling from his teeth, Carter stood and raked the nylon substance up the inside of Missy's left leg, over her triangle of kinky cunt hair, and across her sleek belly.
Carter let the hose fall from his mouth, and he dropped to his knees in front of Missy. He placed one of Missy's legs over each of his shoulders and stared down at her inviting pussy. He grasped her meaty thighs with his hands and spread her legs until he saw the lips of her pussy part. Slowly he went down and buried his face in the pink warmth of her widespread pussy.
Carter dived hungrily into the wetness of Missy's cunt flesh, reaming out her pussy with his tongue.
He teased her clit with his tongue and teeth and then sucked on it until he felt it harden in his mouth. Missy clamped her legs around Carter's head, and rendering downward pressure on his head with her hands, she forced his face deeper into her desirous cunt.
"Oh, Carter! Oh, God, yes!"
Carter licked his girlfriend's pussy voraciously and then worked his way down. His tongue crossed the narrow rib of flesh separating her snatch from her ass and darted across her butt-hole. He worked his tongue up and down the groove of her ass, and Missy quivered in delight and hiked her legs high in the air to allow him easier access to her ass. Carter pulled his tongue slowly up her crack and then darted it into her sweet asshole. "Oh, Carter! Oh, you're turning me on. Oh, my God."
As Carter licked Missy's asshole, he suddenly felt a gentle hand grasp his hard dick and begin jacking him off. At first he thought it was Missy, but then he realized it couldn't be her because of her position. He raised up quickly to find his young stepsister, Tina, kneeling beside him in the nude with her hand grasping his cock. Tina met his alarmed expression with a smile and kept milking his dick.
"You two looked like you were having so much fun that I thought I'd join you," she teased. "Welcome aboard," Carter greeted her. Carter leaned back down and dived his face once again into Missy's primed cunt. As he did so, Tina leaned over and guided her stepbrother's cock to her mouth. Carter felt the young girl gnawing on the head of his shaft and teasing it with her tongue as he resumed eating Missy's pussy with a ravenous appetite. Seconds later he felt his thick prick being engulfed into the eager girl's deep throat, and he responded with an ecstatic grunt. If Missy objected to Tina's intrusion into their lovemaking, she showed no signs of it. She was too caught up in her own passion to be concerned about Tina, and she writhed in pleasure as Carter lapped the oils of her juicy cunt.
Carter came up and so did Tina. Carter lifted Missy from the coffee table and scooted it aside. He eased himself to the floor on his back, allowing Missy to come down gently on top of him. Missy rose to a sitting position and straddled him with readiness. She fitted her boyfriend's huge cock into her gushing pussy, and she wriggled her ass into a comfortable position. She bounced up and down on the tall pole with a few preliminary churnings and proclaimed her satisfaction.
"Oh, yes!" she shouted. "You're dick feels even better than your tongue, Carter!"
Carter motioned to his stepsister, and Tina approached him obediently. He took her by the hand and guided her astride his face. "Sit down, Tina," he invited.
Tina spread her legs, and Carter stared up at her young cunt. She lowered herself deliberately, and Carter raised his head toward the approaching pink flesh. He felt her bristly woman hair brush across his lips. His tongue shot upward, but Tina jumped back up slightly, treating her stepbrother with her invitingly spread pussy.
"Come on, you little teaser," Carter commanded. "Sit on my face."
Tina lowered herself again, her leg muscles taut with anticipation. Carter reached up and parted the hairs of her pussy, and this time she didn't hesitate. She sat full and heavy on Carter's face, smothering his mouth with her moist cunt. Carter licked deep into her tasty twat, and she writhed ecstatically.
"Oh, my God!" Tina screamed. "What a feeling!"
Carter devoured his young stepsister's cunt greedily as he simultaneously hunched upward with deep plunges into Missy's gyrating snatch. Carter's girlfriend worked out on his upright shaft with a hunching ass and a churning pussy. Beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead, and, as she maintained her grueling pace, she placed her hands on Tina's shoulders for balance and leverage.
"That's the way, Missy," Tina acknowledged as she felt the rhythm of the other girl's movements. "Screw the hell out of him!"
Missy moved one hand down Tina's back and slid a finger down the groove of the younger girl's smooth ass. She found Tina's asshole and shoved her finger in with a deliberate plunge. Tina expressed her pleasure with a squirming body and reached behind her to reciprocate. She found Missy's twat and teased the older girl's clit with gentle fingers as Missy bounced up and down on Carter's erect cock. Carter lifted his hands and massaged Tina's generous tits as the three-way quest for sexual satisfaction accelerated. His stepsister's tits filled his hands, and the nipples stood out hard against his palms.
Missy jerked her finger from Tina's asshole, igniting ripples of orgasm in the young girl. Tina quivered uncontrollably and hunched back and forth on Carter's face as she felt wave after wave billow through her body.
"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Oh, goddamn, yes!" Carter felt a load of cum begin to stream from his upright cock. He hunched upward in a frantic final series of spasmodic thrusts, driving Missy to the point of climax. His girlfriend worked out wantonly on the hard shaft as needles of orgasm shot through her steaming flesh.
"Oh, yes, Carter!" she shouted as she milked the young man dry. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
CHAPTER TEN
At school the following morning Carter went to Mrs. Grayson's office and arranged a tryst with his counselor for after school. When he handed in his assignment to Miss Palmer during his sixth hour English class, scribbled on the outside of the paper was the following message: "You are hereby invited to a 'counseling' session in the office of Mrs. Sally Grayson after school today. RSVP."
Miss Palmer glanced at the message as she took Carter's paper and replied with a quick wink of her eye. Carter winked back and returned to his seat.
When the bell ending classes rang, Carter walked straight to his counselor's office. He knew Miss Palmer would be along shortly, and he thought it best not to be seen with her in the halls.
Mrs. Grayson was waiting for Carter in her office, and she greeted him as he entered. "Hi, Carter," she said. "How have you been?"
"Okay," Carter said.
Mrs. Grayson closed the door behind Carter and turned to face the young man. "Where you been keeping yourself, lover?" she asked with a coy smile. "It's been almost a week."
"Oh, I've been pretty busy," Carter said vaguely.
"Yeah, I'll bet you have. Girls, I suppose?"
Carter walked around Mrs. Grayson's desk and had a seat in the counselor's chair. He propped his feet upon her desk and leaned back with a cavalier air. "What do you care?" Carter asked with a knowing smile. "I didn't think you were the jealous type."
Mrs. Grayson strode impatiently in front of Carter. "Well, I'm not, but I would like to see more of you."
"Well, as soon as Miss Palmer gets here, you can see all of me you want," Carter said jokingly. "You mean you invited her again?" Mrs. Grayson said, trying to conceal an obvious note of disappointment in her voice.
Carter nodded. "The more, the merrier. Right?"
"Well, sure," Mrs. Grayson said reluctantly, "but I was hoping maybe our relationship could grow to be something a little special. You know, just you and me. I'm very attracted to you, Carter." The beautiful woman flashed Carter her most provocative smile, and Carter was momentarily engrossed by the magnetic allure of her dark, promising eyes.
Carter started to melt under the sultry gaze of the stunning woman, but then his face wrinkled into a cold smirk. He laughed the laugh of cruel calculation. "Admit it, Sally, you're just jealous."
"All right, dammit, I'm jealous!" Mrs. Grayson shouted as red anger flooded her face. "So what? Can I help it if I'm a goddamn fool for you? Carter, you can keep right on laughing if you want to, but I love you. Did you hear that, you bastard? I love you."
Carter got up from the chair and walked around the desk toward Mrs. Grayson. He was still laughing, but the tone was now good natured. Carter took the woman in his arms, and she melted into his grasp. Mrs. Grayson stood on her tiptoes and clung to Carter's shoulders.
"Oh, Carter, I love you!" she whispered as the lips of the two lovers met in an active kiss.
A knock on the door interrupted their display of passion, and Mrs. Grayson pulled loose from Carter's embrace. She walked to the door and pulled it open. She stood back and, without a word, let Miss Palmer enter.
Miss Palmer strode to the middle of the room and scrutinized the faces of its other two occupants.
"Well, am I welcome here or not?" she asked as she noted the frown on Mrs. Grayson's face.
"Sure, you're welcome, Cindy," Carter assured. "Come on in and take your clothes off. Make yourself at home. Isn't that right, Sally?"
Mrs. Grayson looked at Carter in a cold stare and did not answer. Then she whirled on Miss Palmer. "Hell, no, you're not welcome," she shouted in the English teacher's face. "Now get the hell out of my office, bitch."
"With pleasure," Miss Palmer said sarcastically as she made a move to leave. "What happened to all your goddamn love and kindness crap anyway, you lying slut?"
"Wait a minute," Carter said.
Miss Palmer halted at the door and turned back around. "I've got an idea," Carter continued. "I'd like to see you two bitches fight it out."
"You mean us fight over you right here in the office?" Miss Palmer quizzed, smiling at the idea.
"Why not?" Carter asked. "The winner gets first fuck."
"I'm game," Miss Palmer vowed, "if that whore's not afraid." Miss Palmer turned up her nose contemptuously at Mrs. Grayson.
"I'd like nothing better than to beat her little ass to a pulp," Mrs. Grayson declared. "But let's make it only fuck instead of first fuck. Winner take all."
Carter nodded his agreement with an amused smile. "You're on."
The two females stared threateningly at each other.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Carter badgered as he resumed his seat behind the desk.
His demand was all the prodding the two women needed to set them at each other's throats. Mrs. Grayson lunged for Miss Palmer and slammed her against the door.
Miss Palmer struck back blindly, clawing at the counselor like a cornered she cat. She kicked at her shins and tried vainly to shove the stronger woman off. It seemed like a hopeless cause, but she struggled harder. "Get the hell off me, you crazy bitch," she screeched.
Mrs. Grayson grabbed Miss Palmer by the arm and swung her across the middle of the room and against the desk. The sleeve of Miss Palmer's dress tore away into Mrs. Grayson's hands. Miss Palmer sprang back at her adversary with flying fists. She landed a solid punch to the counselor's abdomen and broadcast the successful blow with a war whoop. "Take that, you bitch," she shouted.
Infuriated by the punch, Mrs. Grayson kicked free of her high heeled shoes and charged Miss Palmer in a fury punctuated with a maniacal scream. "Why, you goddamn little floozy," the counselor cursed. "I'll beat the shit out of you."
Mrs. Grayson dived headlong at the teacher and tackled her around the waist. She wrestled the lighter woman to the floor and rolled on top of her. She flailed Miss Palmer with punishing blows to the face as she sat astraddle her opponent. Miss Palmer tried futilely to fight back, but she was helpless against the superior strength of the counselor.
She began to cry in pain and panic. "Oh, stop!" she begged. "Please stop it, goddammit. I give up."
Mrs. Grayson ignored Miss Palmer's pleas, and she continued to beat the other woman into total submission. Miss Palmer gave up all signs of resistance, and Mrs. Grayson began to tear at her clothes. She ripped her dress to shreds and then yanked the teacher's panties and hose off her legs. Miss Palmer, still flat on her back, stared up at the triumphant woman in a frightened aspect, and Mrs. Grayson glared back with a vengeful smile at her terrified victim who was clothed now only in her bra and the tattered remains of her dress.
Mrs. Grayson glanced up at Carter who was looking on in amusement. Reassured that Carter would not interfere, she turned back around and began massaging Miss Palmer's submissive body strongly. She kneaded the teacher's tits until she felt them begin to stand up in erection, and then she reached for the other woman's hairy cunt area. She threaded her fingers through the triangle of silky fleece and found Miss Palmer's slot with her middle finger. She dived the finger into the teacher's twat and finger fucked her with a gradually accelerating motion. She felt Miss Palmer's cunt expand and felt her juices start to flow as the bruised and exhausted woman beneath her began to respond despite her unwillingness. Miss Palmer emitted low moans of pleasure even as she protested.
"Don't," she pleaded. "Oh, no, please don't."
Mrs. Grayson's finger pistoned in and out of the helpless woman's unwilling cunt until Miss Palmer was actively responding to the undesired finger banging. Mrs. Grayson turned again to Carter. "Throw me that thing in my top drawer," she instructed.
Carter looked in the top drawer of Mrs. Grayson's desk and discovered a bull dinger dildo which the counselor evidently kept there for use during her lonelier moments. He tossed the huge shaft to Mrs. Grayson, who immediately positioned it for entry into Miss Palmer's already battered cunt. Mrs. Grayson rammed the dildo in mercilessly, and Miss Palmer screamed in excruciating agony.
"Oh, no, Sally!" she cried. "Oh, goddammit, please. You're killing me."
Mrs. Grayson rammed the huge wand in and out with long, methodical strokes, and Miss Palmer's cries of pain gradually became indistinguishable from her emerging moans of pleasure. The teacher's juicy cunt slowly expanded to accommodate the immense shaft, and Miss Palmer bucked up to meet Mrs. Grayson's hard jabs with eagerness.
"Oh, yes!" she urged in a breathless whisper. "Oh, yes, Sally, yes! Fuck me with that big pole. It feels so great!"
Waves of pleasure coursed through Miss Palmer's body, surging to gigantic billows. She felt her body fill to overflowing, and then suddenly she could hold back the flood of ecstasy no longer. The dam broke, and her body weltered in spasmodic release. She groaned and sighed in terrific climax as her body kept hunching wildly and the waves of pleasure kept coming until she thought they would never stop. "Oh, Sally!" she shouted ecstatically. "Oh, my God, that was great! I've never felt anything like it!"
Miss Palmer flopped to the floor in exhaustion, but Mrs. Grayson gave her no time to rest. She pulled the dildo out and tossed it aside. "Throw me your belt, Carter," she said.
Carter took off his belt and threw it to Mrs. Grayson. The counselor drew back with the leather strap and lashed Miss Palmer across the belly. "Take that, you whore," Mrs. Grayson shouted. "That'll teach you to fuck with my man."
"I'm sorry, Sally," Miss Palmer said. "Oh, please, I'm sorry. I'll never do it again."
Mrs. Grayson turned Miss Palmer over on her stomach and whipped her pretty ass with strong lashes. Red welts arose at once on the teacher's comely bare butt, and Miss Palmer begged for mercy. "Oh, please, Sally," she repeated. "Please stop."
"Turn over, you fucking slut," Mrs. Grayson commanded. Miss Palmer obediently turned back over on her back and looked up at her tormentor with pleading eyes. Mrs. Grayson looked down on Miss Palmer with a repulsed expression on her face and then quickly jerked her clothes off. She straddled the teacher's head, lowered herself down, and sat on the younger woman's face.
"Now, eat my snatch," she ordered. "You goddamn cunt licker." Miss Palmer drove her face deep into Mrs. Grayson's pussy and ate it voraciously. She tongued the counselor's clit and sucked it long and hard.
Mrs. Grayson shifted posture on Miss Palmer's face and ground her ass into a comfortable position. "Now, ass licker," she said. "Eat my luscious ass." Miss Palmer willingly obliged. She dived her tongue into her asshole, and she tasted it eagerly.
Mrs. Grayson again shifted her weight and lay forward on Miss Palmer's body with her head at the teacher's cunt. She buried her face in Miss Palmer's pussy and began lapping her cunt juices. Miss Palmer returned the favor as she resumed eating the counselor's twat, and Carter watched intently as the two women worked out eagerly in their 69 position. Gradually they built themselves to the brink of a mutual climax. Their bodies began to quake, and low moans, muffled by each other's muffs, could be heard in the room. Carter watched as the two women strained earnestly at each other's cunts and then finally collapsed together on the floor.
"Oh, Sally, I love you," Miss Palmer whispered.
Mrs. Grayson got up first and picked up the belt she had discarded. She hit Miss Palmer with one strong lash. "Get up out of the floor," she commanded, "you groveling little slut."
Miss Palmer rose quickly. "Please, don't hit me, Sally," she pleaded. "I'll do whatever you say."
Mrs. Grayson drew back and lashed the teacher across the ass with a final blow and then took her coat from a hanger near the wall. "Here, put this on, and get the hell out of here," she ordered as she tossed the coat to the beaten woman.
Miss Palmer wrapped the coat around her bruised, naked body and hurried out the door with only a single, pleading, backward glance.
"Now, Carter," Mrs. Grayson announced as she approached the young man with an inviting smile on her face, "that's the way I want you to treat me. I want you to dominate me and humiliate me, lover. You big, strong horny man. Oh, do it to me, baby."
"Glad to oblige, you beautiful bitch," Carter said as he rose and approached her. "Get down on your hands and knees, you bitch."
"Go to hell," Mrs. Grayson retorted. "Why should I do what you say?"
"Because if you don't, I'm going to beat the shit out of you and rape your ass." Carter backhanded Mrs. Grayson across the face, and she flinched and cried in pain. "You goddamn bitch, now get on your hands and knees."
"You bastard!" Mrs. Grayson shouted. "You're not going to rape me." The counselor charged Carter and pummeled his chest with flailing fists.
"We'll see about that, bitch." Carter shoved her away from him and she stumbled back against her desk.
Carter picked up the belt that Mrs. Grayson had tossed aside and popped it in the air. He flicked it toward Mrs. Grayson, and it cracked noisily only inches from her belly. She cringed away from the menacing leather strap. Carter drew back and lashed the woman strongly across her waist.
"Ouch!" she cried loudly. "Quit it, goddammit."
Carter flogged the naked woman with repeated lashes, and she cowered against the desk. She struggled atop the desk in a futile attempt to escape the painful blows of the belt, but Carter kept thrashing her statuesque body unmercifully.
Mrs. Grayson's curses of protest dissolved into pleading sobs. Tears welled up in her eyes and dropped to the surface of the desk.
"Oh, no, Carter," she whimpered. "Please stop. You're hurting me."
Carter slung aside the belt and hurriedly pulled off his shoes and stripped off his blue jeans and under shorts. He lunged toward Mrs. Grayson before she was able to recover fully from her whipping. Still on the desk top, she recoiled from him and then kicked out at him recklessly with both feet.
Carter fought off the woman's kicks and grabbed one of her legs. He pulled her toward him and secured a hold on her waist.
Mrs. Grayson scratched at Carter's face and tore his shirt, screaming hysterically all the while. "Get away from me, you goddamn rapist!"
Carter slapped Mrs. Grayson across the face, and she slumped down on the desk, holding her cheek. Carter scrambled onto the desk and crawled atop the woman. He pinned her arms to the desk top and struggled to flatten the rest of her body out on it. He managed to wedge himself between her lower legs and began to inch upward. Mrs. Grayson strained gallantly to keep him down, trying to press her knees together.
"Oh, no you don't!" she vowed. "You're not raping me."
"That's what you think, bitch," Carter said. He hit Mrs. Grayson across the face again and then quickly pinned her arm back to the desk top, but not before she had had time to sink her claws into his face once again. He urged his body upward, and slowly, involuntarily her legs began to weaken and part ever so slightly. The panic stricken woman screamed maniacally as Carter's throbbing rod approached its goal.
Carter inched up the inside of Mrs. Grayson's meaty thighs as they pressed against him. His hard cock reached the kinky hair where her thighs met. As his knob rubbed through it, his massive dick twitched in anticipation of the treasure palace of moist, pink flesh just beneath the bushy fleece. Her curses and protests turned to sobs and pleadings as she realized she was now powerless to prevent Carter from having his way with her.
"Oh, no, Carter!" she begged. "Please don't. You'll hurt me."
Though Mrs. Grayson's resistance was all a big act, the lady counselor was playing her part to the hilt. As Carter's huge dick began to prod at her hole seeking entrance, she contracted her cunt muscles, preparing to repulse the cruel shaft. Despite her valiant efforts, however, Carter worked the head of his swollen cock into her opening. He felt her muscles working against him, trying desperately to deny him farther penetration. For Carter, though, the battle was already won. He smiled inwardly and then thrust his pelvis forward with a forceful plunge. His cock stabbed deep into her contracted cunt, and the woman wailed in enormous pain.
"Oh, no! Oh, goddammit, please!"
Unmindful of the agonizing woman's insistent bawling, Carter lifted his pelvis and rammed Mrs. Grayson with another brutal plunge and then another and another. He shafted her unwilling cunt with repeated thrusts until he was raping her with methodical, punishing strokes.
"Oh, no, Carter," Mrs. Grayson sobbed. "Please quit it."
Carter slapped Mrs. Grayson across the face again and kept on humping. "Shut up, bitch!" he ordered.
As Carter kept punching Mrs. Grayson, her cunt muscles gradually began to relax and expand to accommodate the young man's thick shaft. Carter felt the juices of her twat begin to flow and lubricate his deep plunges. Soon her pained outcries had subsided and she was bucking up eagerly to meet Carter's relentless hunches.
"Oh, my God!" she said in a raspy voice. "Do it to me, Carter!"
Mrs. Grayson parted her legs in an outstretched triangle, and Carter pounded up and down between them in jackhammer fashion. The lustful counselor dug her fingernails into Carter's back and hunched upward with wanton desire. "Oh, yes, you big super stud!" she exclaimed. "Fuck me hard with that goddamn horse dick of yours!"
Suddenly Carter pulled out, leaving Mrs. Grayson panting with desire, her cunt still gyrating hungrily upward. "Turn over, bitch!" Carter commanded. "Get on your hands and knees and bark like a dog."
Mrs. Grayson rolled over onto her stomach and then raised herself to her hands and knees. Carter approached her from behind and prodded her moist pussy with his hard shaft.
Mrs. Grayson parted her legs with expectation. "Oh, yes!" she sighed. "Do it to me!"
"Bark like a dog if you want it," Carter repeated. "You're a bitch in heat, Sally."
Carter rammed his long pole home from behind, and Mrs. Grayson caught her breath in a heavy sigh of pleasure. Carter grasped the woman's hanging tits and began humping her hard from the rear. He pounded against her soft buns in dog fashion, and, as she spread her legs farther and farther, he achieved deeper and deeper penetration.
"Oh, yes!" she screamed. "Oh, goddamn, yes! Arf, arf, arf!"
Carter felt a full load of love juice building up, and he primed the pump with a furious finale of plunges. Finally he let go, and he pumped the sex hungry woman full of potent fluid. Spurt after spurt of the vital substance shot from his cock, and Mrs. Grayson received it with a churning cunt and a gasp of delight.
Her own body broke into climactic spasms, and she wriggled uncontrollably. "Oh, my God, Carter!" she exclaimed. "Oh, I love to be fucked!"
Carter fell on top of Mrs. Grayson, his cock still deep inside the exhausted woman. The two lovers lay like that for several moments of silence, their arms dangling loosely over the desk top. Carter felt Mrs. Grayson's cunt muscles contracting around his softening prick as if to say "don't leave me."
"That was a real good fuck, bitch," Carter whispered in the woman's ear as he pecked her with a kiss on the back of the head.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Friday afternoon Carter made plans to bring Missy home with him after school for an encore of the previous Tuesday. Then during one of the breaks between his afternoon classes, he saw his stepsister, Tina, in the hall and informed her of his intention. He asked her to join them again, and Tina assured Carter that she would be glad to make it a threesome.
When Carter and Missy reached the Greene home, they were met at the door by Tina, who had hurried home from school so that she could be there waiting for them. The young girl was strikingly dressed in a elegant purple evening gown and matching high heeled shoes. The dress was accented by an abundance of sparkling jewelry. Tina's full body combined with her luxurious attire gave the young girl a worldly look well beyond her years.
Tina smiled at her stepbrother and his girlfriend as she opened the door for them. "Hi, I've been waiting for you."
"Hey, you look great," Carter commented as he ushered Missy inside the living room and closed the door behind them. "Aren't those your mother's clothes?"
"Yes," Tina said. "I wanted to dress up and surprise you."
Carter and Missy walked to the couch and had a seat as Tina moved into the kitchen, "what would you two like to drink?" Tina asked. "We've got all kinds of booze here."
"Just give me a beer," Carter ordered.
"I'll take a screwdriver, Tina," Missy said.
Tina poured the two drinks and then poured herself a bourbon and coke. She served the drinks to Carter and Missy and then came back for her own. She returned to the living room with her drink and sat in a chair opposite the couch. She eyed her stepbrother seductively and then smiled at his girlfriend. "Missy, do you think a girl can rape a guy?" she asked with a giggle.
"I don't know, Tina," Missy said with a smile of understanding. "What'd you have in mind?"
"Oh, you always hear about men raping women," Tina explained. "I just thought it might be fun for us to try to rape Carter. You know, gang bang him, I guess you could call it."
"That sounds crazy," Missy said through her laughter, "but I like the idea. You know, if you were anybody else, Tina, I'd be pissed off not having Carter all to myself, but it seems like you just make it more fun."
Missy glanced at Carter and then back at Tina. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's do it."
Missy leaned toward Carter and wrapped her arms around him. "Am I supposed to resist?" Carter asked, laughing at the idea.
"Hell, yes," Tina emphasized as she rose from her chair and approached the couch.
"A guy would have to be crazy to resist this," Carter said.
"Do it anyway," Missy urged. "It'll make it more fun."
"Not too much though," Tina added. "We want to succeed, you know."
Missy attacked Carter's upper body while Tina went to work on his lower half. Missy struggled to plant kisses on Carter's face, but Carter fought them off and shoved Missy away from him. Tina massaged Carter's limp dick and his balls, but her stepbrother squirmed away from her.
"You horny bitches can't rape me," Carter challenged.
"The hell if we can't," Missy retorted. She dived back on top of the young man and straddled his body. She tugged as his shirt, and it ripped halfway open.
Tina pursued Carter's wriggling body and grasped his belt. She managed to get the belt unbuckled and unsnapped his blue jeans. She plunged her hand inside the blue jeans and grasped Carter's big cock. Carter felt his prick already beginning to swell despite his lack of cooperation.
Carter jerked away from Tina and shoved Missy off him again, but they sprung back at him in a second. Missy slapped him across the face. "We're going to rape you, you son-of-a-bitch," she vowed.
Tina was able to pull Carter's shoes and socks off as her stepbrother contended with Missy. She tugged at his belt and pulled it from his waist. She unzipped his blue jeans the rest of the way, and then Missy joined her in pulling the pants from him as he kicked and wiggled in half hearted protest. Next the girls pulled his undershorts off, and then they combined to jerk his shirt the rest of the way off. Carter recoiled in the nude from the eager girls.
Both girls attacked him together. Again Missy went for the top half of his body as Tina worked on the bottom half. Missy straddled Carter's chest with her spread cunt only inches from his face. Carter visualized the aggressive girl's pussy, parted invitingly beneath her tight blue jeans, and it was all he could do to maintain his pretense of resistance. He felt Tina massaging his balls and fondling his huge cock into erection, and the urge to give in to the horny girls grew stronger.
But all the fight was not out of him yet. He threw Missy off him with a mighty heave and hunched upward, trying to buck Tina off his midsection. Tina clung to him strongly, wrestling against him. A second, more ferocious buck, however, sent her flying to the floor.
Missy picked up Carter's belt and approached her boyfriend determinedly. She whipped it threateningly toward him, and it cracked noisily just above his ass, which he had offered as a target. She drew back again and lashed Carter across his exposed ass with a strong delivery.
"Why, you goddamn bitch!" Carter shouted as he winced in pain.
Missy flogged Carter repeatedly across his butt, and when he tried to squirm away from her, she stepped forward and scourged him across the belly. "We're going to fuck you, you bastard, and there's nothing you can do about it."
While Missy had kept Carter busy with the whip, Tina had quickly slipped out of her dress and underwear. She approached Carter naked except for her high heels and straddled his midsection eagerly. Carter felt her kinky cunt hair brush across his hard dick, and his will to resist dissolved completely. Tina caressed his balls tenderly and stroked his upright shaft with her fingers. Carter began prodding her cunt area for entry, but Tina quickly reversed positions on his body.
She sat astride him facing his feet, and she kept inching backward toward his head until she was solidly astraddle his face. She lay forward and engulfed Carter's tall pole into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on the massive shaft, swallowing it farther and farther into her deep throat. Carter's searching tongue worked its way into her spread cunt, sending quivers of ecstasy through her body, but she came up as she spotted Missy, now naked also, out of the corner of her eye.
Tina sprang to her feet, and Missy took her place astride Carter. She straddled his face and gradually lowered her parting cunt to his awaiting tongue. Missy sat heavily on his face, and Carter clamped his arms around her meaty legs and explored the girl's cunt with his eager tongue.
Meanwhile Tina stood on Carter's chest and began to grind her high heels into his flesh. If Carter had been free to scream in pain, he would have, but his face was buried too deep in Missy's open pussy. He could only tense his muscles and grimace secretly as Tina pranced atop his chest. His skin broke in several places, and blood began to trickle down his body as Tina twisted seductively on the dance platform of his chest.
Tina hopped off Carter's chest and straddled his midsection. She lowered herself toward his upright cock and engulfed the monstrous shaft gradually into her receptive cunt with only a hint of pain. Carter greeted her with an immediate upward bucking, and she moaned pleasantly through clinched teeth.
"Oh, yes," she shouted, "I'm going to fuck you, Carter."
Tina commenced bouncing freely up and down on Carter, and his durable cock pistoned in and out of her gushing cunt. She rode his upward bucks with ease and grace, a teenaged Lady Godiva in high heels. Carter felt her young cunt muscles gnawing hungrily at his large dick like a milking machine squeezing a cow's tit.
"Giddyup, horsey!" she shouted as she spurred him with her sharp heels.
Simultaneously Carter kept reaming out Missy's tasty twat with his exploring tongue. He dived deep into her snatch and then pulled back and toyed with her clit, teasing it with sucking and biting until it hardened into erection.
"Missy squirmed in pleasure, driving her cunt harder and harder into Carter's face. "Oh, my God!" she moaned. "Oh, Carter, oh! Oh, yes!"
Carter reached up and caressed Missy's big tits and felt her nipples already hard against his palms. Missy inhaled deeply, causing her tits to grow and stand out erect. She twisted her upper body and invited Carter to massage her sensitive melons more strongly. Carter kneaded the hemispheres of soft flesh with determination, and Missy shivered ecstatically and proclaimed her delight. "Oh, yes!" she screamed. "Oh, yes, Carter. Oh, do it to me."
Missy reached behind herself, and her hand met Tina's gyrating belly. She slid her hand down through the younger girl's silky fleece and found Tina's clit with her dexterous fingers. She teased the girl's clit with delicate fingertips as Carter's huge rod plunged up and down inside his stepsister's juicy cunt. Missy could feel the massive rod rubbing against her hand and could gauge the power of her boyfriend's rapid blows.
Tina shrilled in delight at Missy's finger stimulation. She reached forward and grasped the older girl's shoulders to steady her own frantic bobbing. One of her hands slid down Missy's sleek waist and caressed the other girl's smooth buttocks. Then with a tentative movement she slid her hand over Missy's crack, and one finger glided into her ass. Tina eased her finger down the other girl's crack and with a single thrust she rammed the finger into Missy's expectant asshole. Missy caught her breath in an ecstatic gasp and spread her buns farther apart. Tina began a rhythmic in and out motion with her finger in Missy's asshole, and Missy shrieked with pleasure.
Tina's mother, Mrs. Greene, had gotten off work early, and as she approached her house, she heard strained teenage voices coming from the living room of her home. She stepped up her pace. As she neared the door, the sounds became more distinct, and she could now identify them as the moans and groans of frantic lovemaking. Her fears had been confirmed, and she flushed with anger and shame as she reached for the doorknob. She hesitated momentarily, almost afraid to see what she knew she was about to discover, but then she shoved the door open impulsively to face the inevitable.
"Not again!" she cried as she surveyed the ongoing orgy. "Oh, my God, no!"
Mrs. Greene slammed the door shut and stomped toward the teenage threesome, but the impudent youngsters continued their urgent quest for climax with barely an acknowledgment of her presence. Mrs. Greene pulled her hair and screamed in protest as she helplessly witnessed the wanton behavior of the young people and listened to their animalistic groans of sexual indulgence.
"Stop it!" she screamed as she began to hit and claw at the two girls. "Stop it this very instant!"
Carter kept bucking upward with hard plunges into Tina's eager cunt, and Mrs. Greene's daughter received them with an active churning despite her mother's attempts to pull her off her stepbrother. He kept lapping Missy's pussy, and his girlfriend squirmed in unashamed delight before Mrs. Greene's astonished eyes. Mrs. Greene's efforts remained futile as the trio sought with single minded determination and finally achieved their three-way mutual orgasm.
"Oh, goddamn!" Missy shouted. "Oh, Carter, yes!"
"Oh, what a fuck!" Tina echoed. "Oh, my God, yes!"
The three lovers collapsed together, their sexual energy temporarily spent, and they became fully aware, seemingly for the first time, of Mrs. Greene's presence.
"Of all the nerve!" Mrs. Greene admonished. "What's this world coming to? Tina, you get to your room right now, and Missy, you get your clothes on and get the hell out of this house."
After the girls had gone, Mrs. Greene continued her reprimand as Carter slowly dressed. "Did you go see the preacher the other day as I told you to do, Carter?" she asked impatiently.
"Yes," Carter answered, "but he wasn't there."
"Well, I want you to go back over there tomorrow, and I'm going to check up on you to make sure you did. Do you understand that?"
Carter nodded his head. "I just don't know what I'm going to do with you," Mrs. Greene muttered as he turned and walked away.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The following day being Saturday, Carter again found Mrs. Alston alone when he called at the minister's home during the afternoon.
"Oh, Carter, it's so good to see you again," Mrs. Alston said in an ebullient voice as she greeted Carter at the door. "Won't you come on in. I was afraid you might not be back to see me."
"Why wouldn't I?" Carter asked as he entered and had a seat on the couch.
"Oh, I don't know," Mrs. Alston said in an anxious tone as she joined Carter on the couch. "I was afraid last week might not have meant as much to you as it did to me. I thought I might have been just another conquest for you to brag about to your buddies. After all, I'm a lot older than you, and you could probably have any girl you wanted. I don't know why you picked me."
"Stop worrying, Muriel," Carter said. "I picked you because you're the best looking woman around. That's why."
Carter leaned over and pulled Mrs. Alston strongly against him. He kissed her hard and long on the lips, and he felt her body firm against his, already alive with passion.
"Oh, Carter, love me!" Mrs. Alston panted. "I need you so much!"
He flattened her against the floor and lay on top of her. They kissed passionately, and their tongue sparred inside their mouths. They wallowed on the floor together, and Carter felt his dick throb its way to a hard-on.
Mrs. Alston felt Carter's hard prick forming a shaft between their bodies, and she ground her midsection against it. "Oh, Carter, love me!" she invited. "Oh, do it to me!"
Carter wrestled Mrs. Alston strongly, and the sex hungry woman panted with desire. She squirmed away from Carter and scrambled to her feet. She stood above Carter and began to undress with the confidence of a stripper. She slipped out of her top and unhooked her bra. It slid down her arms and she tossed it aside. Her full tits stood out large and proud.
"I didn't figure you were the blue jeans type," Carter observed as Mrs. Alston began to peel the pants over her plump ass.
"I wasn't," the smiling woman admitted, "but you've made me feel young again."
Mrs. Alston stepped out of the blue jeans and then peeled her panties over her round ass and down her shapely legs. She kicked free of the panties, and Carter examined her fine, naked figure with an admiring eye. Mrs. Alston was more than twice as old as Carter, but her body had the trim, firm appearance of a teenager's. Age had brought to her a fullness and a maturity that only added to her worldly allure, an allure which she had magnified since Carter had last seen her with a hint of make-up, something she had been without the previous week.
"You're beautiful," Carter told her as he rose and started shedding his own clothes.
Carter finished undressing, and the eyes of the lovers met. "You do want me, don't you, Carter?" Mrs. Alston asked softly.
"Yes, I want you, Muriel," Carter said evenly. "I want to fuck your beautiful body."
"Oh, I love to hear you say that, Carter," Mrs. Alston swooned. She melted into Carter's arms, and the naked bodies of the two lovers pressed together. Carter felt the nipples of her ample tits harden against his chest, and his hard dick throbbed in anticipation.
Carter lifted the willing woman into his arms and lay her out on the floor. He knelt beside her and began to smother her supple body with exploring kisses. He licked her stomach and tongued a trail to her tits. He mouthed her melons of flesh and teased her nipples with sucking and gnawing. Mrs. Alston wiggled in pleasure under the titillating influence of Carter's tongue.
"Oh, wow, Carter!" she exclaimed. "You make me feel so good!"
With his tongue Carter traced the sleek lines of Mrs. Alston's belly to her navel. He tongued her bellybutton and went on down. He brushed through her bristly cunt hair with his lips and licked one of her meaty thighs. He went down the length of her leg, kissing and licking it tantalizingly, and Mrs. Alston giggled in pleasure. Then he crossed over to the other leg and worked his way back up. He tongued a wet trail up the inside of her thigh. As he inched closer to Mrs. Alston's cunt, the preacher's wife caught her breath in a heavy gasp.
"Oh, no, Carter, don't!" she whispered. "Oh, my God, no!"
Mrs. Alston spread her legs extravagantly and strained her cunt toward the young man's face. "Oh, no please!" she repeated. "Oh, Carter!"
Carter threaded his fingers through Mrs. Alston's silky fleece and carefully parted the lips of her cunt. He dived his face deep into her spread pussy and began to eat her voraciously.
"No, Carter, no! Oh, don't do this to me."
Carter dipped his tongue in searching probes inside Mrs. Alston's wet cunt. He tasted her gushing juices and then sucked her clit and felt it harden in his mouth.
"Oh, yes!" Mrs. Alston urged in a husky voice. "Oh, Carter, eat me! No one's ever done this to me before. Oh, eat my cunt, Carter. It feels so goddamn good."
Carter came up and reversed his position on Mrs. Alston's body. He went down again, his hard cock throbbing near the woman's face. He spread her legs with his arms and dived his face back into her hairy cunt.
"Oh, yes!" Mrs. Alston sighed as she stretched luxuriously. "Oh, that feels great, Carter. Oh, my God, I feel high."
The religious woman took Carter's massive shaft in her hand tentatively and guided it toward her mouth. She placed her lips delicately over Carter's knob and licked it gently with her tongue. Gradually she lost all inhibitions, and she began bobbing her head up and down on it as rhythmically as she could from her restricted position. Soon the sex starved woman, as inexperienced as she was in such matters, was eating Carter's huge prick with the confidence and efficiency of a professional. Carter responded by driving his face ever deeper into her expanding cunt, and both lovers emitted low moans of satisfaction as they ate each other simultaneously.
"Hello, Mrs. Greene," Rev. Alston greeted Carter's stepmother, "I am out doing some work for the Lord today. I'd just like to invite you to church tomorrow."
"Why, Rev. Alston," Mrs. Greene began, "I was just getting ready to call you. I sent Carter over to see you this afternoon, and I was going to call to see if he made it. I've been having some trouble with him lately. I'm afraid he needs some spiritual guidance."
"Well, I was almost finished calling on people anyway," Rev. Alston volunteered. "Why don't you just accompany me home and we'll see if he's there?"
As Rev. Alston and Mrs. Greene approached the preacher's home, they noticed Carter's car in the driveway.
"Looks like he's still here," Rev. Alston said. "I guess Muriel is keeping him company."
"Mrs. Alston is such a nice lady," Mrs. Greene said. "Maybe your wife can talk some sense into that boy's head."
As Rev. Alston and Mrs. Greene entered the minister's home, they shouted and gasped in holy shock at what they witnessed. On the floor in the middle of the living room still engaged in their act of mutual oral sex were the minister's sex starved wife and Mrs. Greene's horny stepson.
"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Greene exclaimed as she turned toward the preacher and covered her face. "I can't bear it. It just can't be."
"God forgive them!" the minister gasped as he fell to his knees and began to pray through his tears.
Disturbed by the wailing and screaming of the intruders, Carter and Mrs. Alston came up together. Still clinging to each other, they turned and faced the newcomers with indomitable gazes.
"Muriel, what were you doing?" the preacher moaned. "Oh, what abominable behavior!"
Suddenly the secret anger that had been welling up in Mrs. Alston toward her husband during the course of their marriage, an anger nursed by her long years of sexual unfullfillment, was unleashed in a torrent of curses and screams. "What the hell are you doing back here?" she screamed. "Why couldn't you have just stayed gone like you were supposed to? You want to know what we were doing? I'll tell you what we were doing. We were eating each other. Carter was eating my cunt, and I was eating his dick. And you know what? It was the most fuckin' fun I've ever had in my life!"
The preacher moaned more loudly and held his face in his hands. "Oh, Muriel, you poor sinner," he cried. "Oh, such blasphemous language."
Mrs. Greene started to speak, but Carter stopped her with a stern look. "You keep your goddamn mouth shut!" he ordered his stepmother. "I'm getting tired of being interrupted by you every time I try to have some fun and then getting preached at. So you just keep your sweet ass out of this."
"Oh, my God," Mrs. Greene sighed uncontrollably as she collapsed on the couch.
Carter went back down on Mrs. Alston, and she engulfed his huge love muscle into her deep throat. Mrs. Alston started giving head vigorously as Carter drove his face deep into her cunt and lapped her abundant juices.
Rev. Alston and Mrs. Greene watched helplessly as the two lovers devoured each other's sex organs and moaned with unashamed pleasure. They watched, their faces half covered in shame and half uncovered in curiosity, as the bodies of the two strained desperately at each other, then broke into climactic quiverings, and finally collapsed and lay still on the floor.
"Oh, goddamn!" Mrs. Alston shouted as tears flowed down her spouse's and Mrs. Greene's cheeks. "Oh, that felt so fuckin' good, Carter!" she exclaimed as she collapsed on the floor and lay panting, almost oblivious of her husband and Mrs. Greene.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next day Carter slept in. It was afternoon when he finally arose. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and pulled on his clothes. He walked into the living room where he found Mrs. Greene and, to his surprise, Mrs. Grayson, his counselor, seated across from each other engaged in conversation.
"Carter," Mrs. Greene began as her stepson entered the room, "I imagine you know Mrs. Grayson. She's the counselor at your school. She's also an old and dear friend of mine. I've asked her over here to talk to you. I was still so upset this morning I didn't know what to do. I was too ashamed to even think about showing my face in church. I finally called Sally and told her all about it. She's the only person in the world I could trust to talk to about it. It made me feel a lot better to talk to someone about it, and she was good enough to volunteer to come over and talk with you. I'm sure it'd make you feel better to talk to her, too. She can help you if you'll just let her, Carter."
"I've seen Mrs. Grayson around at school," Carter began smoothly, "but I guess I've never really met her." He stepped toward the counselor and flashed a smile, hidden from his stepmother.
Mrs. Grayson rose and extended her hand. "Glad to meet you, Carter," she said.
Carter took Mrs. Grayson's hand and gently shook it. "Glad to meet you, too."
Mrs. Grayson turned toward Mrs. Greene with a reassuring glance. "I think Carter and I are going to get along just fine, Sylvia," the counselor said.
"Well, I guess I'll leave you two alone for a while," Mrs. Greene said. "I need to do a little grocery shopping this afternoon anyway."
Mrs. Greene rose and started for the door. "Sally, I appreciate your coming over," she added as she hesitated at the doorway. "I feel much better knowing Carter's in your hands. I just hope you can help him."
"I'll certainly try, Sylvia," Mrs. Grayson said as Carter's stepmother turned and left.
After Mrs. Greene had gone, Carter broke into a broad smile. "That was quite an act you put on," he said.
"You, too," Mrs. Grayson responded. There was no hint of a smile in her expression though. Carter looked at her with a questioning gaze.
"So, you've been fooling around again?" she added. "Carter, I'm trying not to be jealous, but I can't help it. It pisses me off when I hear you've been screwing every broad in town."
"I'm sorry, Sally," Carter said automatically, "but I can't help it, either. I don't do it to hurt you."
Mrs. Grayson's hard look of anger softened into a pleading expression, and the black magic woman trapped Carter with her magnetic gaze. "Carter, I love you," she whispered. "Oh, come here and love me." She held out her arms invitingly toward the young man.
Carter advanced toward Mrs. Grayson and clutched her in his arms. He found her full, sensuous lips with a passionate kiss and felt her body succumb to his embrace.
"Why don't we go to your bedroom where I can help you with your problem?" Mrs. Grayson suggested with a sexy giggle.
"Good idea."
Carter followed Mrs. Grayson down the hall to the bedroom. He watched the precise up and down action of her ass as she walked. Her round ass protruded nicely backward, and the rhythmic churning of her buns was accentuated by her smooth, high heeled gait. Carter felt his prick harden inside his pants, desirous of the sensual woman's ass.
In the bedroom Carter grasped Mrs. Grayson's arm securely and turned the counselor around to face him. He began to undress her with confidence and efficiency, and she submitted willingly. Carter guided the worldly woman to his bed, and she responded to every signal of his desire. She sat on the edge of the bed and extended her shapely leg with erotic deliberateness. Carter lifted her high heeled shoe from her foot and lay it aside. He nursed her nylon stockings down her legs. He tugged her flimsy panties over her round ass and down her curvaceous legs. He smiled with approval at the naked female specimen before him.
Mrs. Grayson returned the smile and pursed her lips in a sultry come on. "Do you like my body, Carter?" she asked teasingly as she squirmed on the bed. "Do you want me?"
"What kind of question is that?" Carter retorted as he began undressing. "Of course, I want you."
"Tell me I'm sexy, Carter," Mrs. Grayson urged as she continued to writhe seductively. "Tell me I'm better than any of the others."
"You're the sexiest damn bitch I've ever met," Carter pronounced.
"That's what I like to hear," Mrs. Grayson said with a sigh.
Carter finished undressing and grabbed his belt. He wrapped it round and round one of Mrs. Grayson's ankles and secured it to the bedpost. Mrs. Grayson smiled knowingly and spread her legs apart as she lay on her back. Carter found some shoestrings in his closet and used one of them to tie her other leg to the bedpost. With two other laces he secured her wrists to the head posts.
He smiled triumphantly as he watched the lustful woman wriggle futilely as if in an attempt to escape. Her body strained against its restrictions, and her midsection thrust and gyrated suggestively upward. Her flesh steamed with sexuality. Passion seemed to ooze from every pore of her primed body.
"Oh, God, fuck me, Carter," she pleaded. "Don't make me wait any longer. Oh, fuck me, honey, with that big dick of yours. Hurry!"
Carter mounted the bed between Mrs. Grayson's spread legs, his hard shaft pointing upward. He eased himself down on top of the eager woman. As their bodies met, she began bucking wantonly upward, seeking to fit her hungry cunt with the massive cock that she craved. Carter's rod found its target with ease and slipped deep into her juicy twat.
"Oh, yes, Carter!" Mrs. Grayson sighed heavily. "That's what I want. Oh, give it to me."
Carter began a methodical hunching motion with long, deliberate strokes, but they only whetted the lustful woman's insatiable appetite for sex. She bucked up hard at Carter from her restrained position, urging him on to fuck her stronger and faster. "Do it to me hard," she pleaded. "Fuck the hell out of me!"
Carter obliged Mrs. Grayson by accelerating the pace and force of his hunches. He rammed her with powerful blows one after another. She winced in pain and groaned on impact with each hunch, but she bucked back up for more. Carter put every ounce of muscle he had behind his thrusts. He seemed to achieve deeper penetration with each plunge of his colossal cock, and Mrs. Grayson advertised her delight with animalistic utterances.
Carter felt Mrs. Grayson's body break into orgasmic quivering as he pounded her with unrelenting thrusts. He kept on humping her at a torrid pace as her body vibrated in climax. Finally Carter felt his cannon loading up, and his cum exploded in liquid blasts into Mrs. Grayson's gnawing pussy.
"Oh, God, yes!" Mrs. Grayson exclaimed in a guttural tone as she felt the warm fluid spurt into her seething cunt. "Oh, keep fucking me, Carter!"
Her body broke into renewed waves of orgasm upon feeling Carter's vital juice enter her, and the counselor weltered in even stronger spasms of release. She kept bucking upward, milking Carter's cock of every drop of the precious fluid, as Carter delivered a final series of ferocious jolts.
"Oh, what fucking!" Mrs. Grayson screamed as Carter finally pounded her into exhaustion. "Oh, Carter, I love you."
After a few minutes of recuperation time, the two lovers dressed and entered the living room where they were surprised to find Carter's stepmother sitting on the couch with a bewildered expression on her face.
"Why, Sylvia," Mrs. Grayson began casually, "I didn't think you'd be back so soon."
Mrs. Greene stared suspiciously at the two lovers without responding.
"Mrs. Grayson wanted to talk to me in private, and I suggested my bedroom where we wouldn't be interrupted," Carter said in an attempt to assuage his stepmother's doubts. He shifted his weight nervously from one leg to the other.
"You needn't lie to me, Carter," Mrs. Greene said, more with resignation than anger. "I know what you've been doing. I've been home for ten minutes, and I'm not deaf. I heard all those grunts and groans coming from your bedroom. I was just too shocked and ashamed to interrupt you."
Mrs. Greene turned hesitantly toward Mrs. Grayson. "Sally, I trusted you," she began, fighting back tears. "I thought you wanted to help. You're my best friend. How could you do this to me?"
"Sylvia," Mrs. Grayson began smoothly, "may I speak to you alone. I think I can explain everything." The counselor looked at Carter and nodded toward the door.
"I guess so," Mrs. Greene consented as Carter left the house. "I don't know what there is to explain though."
"I'm not going to deny that I had sex with Carter, Sylvia," Mrs. Grayson began candidly, "but I would like to explain why. I had a good reason for what I did."
"I'd be interested in hearing that," Mrs. Greene said.
"Carter is a very mixed up young man," Mrs. Grayson continued in her most professional manner. "My best guess is that he is suffering from a strong conflict. I think that part of his promiscuous sexual behavior can be explained as a desperate search for a surrogate mother figure in whom he can put his trust. That's the void in his life I was trying to fill by initiating sex with the young man. I hoped that he would see me as the loving mother he has never really known. If someone can ever provide that type of relationship for him, perhaps he'll stop his promiscuous, belligerent sexual behavior. What I did meant nothing to me. My interest in Carter is purely professional. As you may be aware, Sylvia, intercourse therapy is very prevalent with counselors and psychologists nowadays."
"But what can I do, Sally?" Sylvia asked sincerely, obviously taken in by Mrs. Grayson's yarn. "I'd like to help, but surely you're not suggesting I have sex with my own stepson."
"Certainly not," Mrs. Grayson said. "It's something he's going to have to work out on his own or with a professional such as myself. I just wanted you to understand why I did what I did, Sylvia. We've been friends so long I wouldn't want anything to come between us."
"I do understand," Mrs. Greene assured, "and I appreciate your efforts, Sally." Mrs. Greene extended her hand, and the two women exchanged a warm handshake.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Carter cut school the following day and was sitting at home alone when the phone rang. "Hello, is this the Greene residence?" came the female voice on the other end.
"Yes."
"This is Marlena Edwards, Mrs. Greene's sister. I was just passing through town, and I thought I ought to stop and see Sylvia for a while."
"Well, she's not here right now," Carter explained, "but you can come on over and wait if you want to. She should be back in a couple of hours."
"You must be Carter," Mrs. Edwards surmised. "Yeah."
"Okay, Carter, I'll come on over and wait for her. Maybe you and I can get to know each other while I'm waiting."
Fifteen minutes later Carter answered the doorbell. "Carter?" the attractive woman asked.
Carter nodded his head and motioned for the woman to enter. "I'm Marlena," she said as she walked through the entrance. "I called you earlier."
"Have a seat," Carter invited.
Carter smiled at her approvingly as he scrutinized her closely. He noted the family resemblance between her and his stepmother, and though he didn't get along well with his stepmother, he had to admit that she was quite attractive for her age of 36. Mrs. Edwards was just as attractive and, Carter estimated, at least a couple of years younger.
"So, you're Sylvia's stepson," Mrs. Edwards began. "Well. I'll say one thing. If your father's as handsome as you are, I can see why Sylvia married him. You're a good looking young devil."
"You're not bad yourself," Carter said noncommittally.
"Why, thank you," Mrs. Edwards said coyly. She crossed her legs with professional deliberateness, and her dress slid up her thighs. Carter examined the tawny meat of her shapely legs with an intent eye.
The flirtatious woman noted Carter's bold stare and smiled with self satisfaction. "Tell me, Carter," she began, "how do you and my sister get along?"
Carter lit a cigarette nonchalantly and inhaled a deep puff as he contemplated his answer. "To tell you the truth, we don't get along very well."
"That's too bad," Mrs. Edwards said matter-of-factly. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Oh, I don't know," Carter said evasively.
"That's all right, Carter," Mrs. Edwards coaxed. "You can tell me. To tell you the truth, Sylvia and I never got along too well ourselves. She always thought I was a disgrace to the family because I liked to go out and have fun."
"That's my problem, too," Carter said. "I guess I'm just too wild for her."
She leaned back in the couch, and her bust line grew. She pulled her legs up underneath her, and her provocatively short dress scooted even farther up her thighs. "Actually, I always thought Sylvia was a little jealous of me," she commented. "I think that's the real reason she never liked me."
"I can see why she might have been jealous," Carter observed with a laugh.
"Why's that?" Mrs. Edwards asked teasingly. She squirmed seductively and hiked one leg higher than the other to offer Carter a clear beaver shot.
"Because you're damned good looking," Carter said. "You're a sexy goddamn bitch, too."
"I'm glad you think so, Carter," Mrs. Edwards said. She smiled seductively at the young man.
"Do you want to fuck?" Carter asked abruptly.
Mrs. Edwards looked at him with shocked disbelief. "What did you say?"
Carter stared boldly at the amazed woman. "I said 'Do you want to fuck?' "
Mrs. Edwards tried to fake a frown of righteous indignation, but she could scarcely suppress an amused smile. "Well, I've never been propositioned quite so directly," she said with a laugh. "You're not one to mince words, are you?"
"I can't afford to be. We don't have time. Well, what about it?"
Mrs. Edwards crushed her cigarette out carefully in the ashtray and then looked at Carter with an alluring smile. She kicked off her high heeled shoes and began to unzip her dress. "I ought to say 'no'. I think it might be more fun that way, because I get the feeling that you're the type of young man who'd do what you want, anyway. In the interest of time, though, my answer is 'yes'."
Carter watched Mrs. Edwards undress unabashedly in front of him until his cock began to throb against his pants, and then he quickly began to undress himself. When he had finished, Mrs. Edwards stood across the room from him proudly displaying her magnificent superstructure. She turned sideways and stood on tiptoes, her hands caressing her hips. She thrust out her big tits, and they undulated with each breath she took. Her leg muscles flexed with readiness, and her plump ass protruded behind her.
"Well, what do you think of this thirty four year old body, Carter?" Mrs. Edwards asked as she began to squirm toward the boy.
"I'd say it's very well preserved," Carter appraised as he admired the sexy specimen approaching him.
The worldly temptress slithered up to Carter and gently took his hard prick in her soft hand. She stroked the huge organ repeatedly, and she felt it throb in her hand. "My God, you're a stud," she exclaimed.
She stroked the enormous shaft with her fingertips and then gently caressed Carter's balls. Without a signal from Carter, she fell to her knees in front of the young man. His massive cock throbbed expectantly near her face. She clung to Carter's waist with her arms and began to mouth his balls eagerly. She licked his bag and gently sucked his balls one at a time into her mouth.
"Eat my dick, Marlena," Carter urged.
The obliging woman licked a trail the length of Carter's tall pole and engulfed the head of the swollen dick. She bobbed up and down on the knob a few times and then swallowed the entirety of Carter's mammoth cock. She worked out methodically on the stiff prick, bobbing her head up and down determinedly. Then, on her way up, she gnawed the head of the thumping dick hungrily a few times.
"My God, what a cock!" she exclaimed as she lifted her head. "They can say what they want about the size of a man's dick not meaning anything. I'll still take a guy with a big cock any day."
Carter dropped to his knees facing Mrs. Edwards. He massaged her tits a few times and felt her hard nipples stand out against the palm of his hand. He caressed her cunt and felt the moisture of her flowing juices. He knew she was ready. He turned her around and positioned her on her hands and knees with himself between her legs. He ran his hands up her sleek waist and again fondled her firm tits, now suspended from her chest. Her flesh was pliant and willing and warm with desire.
"Oh, Carter, fuck me!" Mrs. Edwards entreated. "Oh, my God, I love to be fucked."
"And I love to fuck good looking women like you," Carter declared. "You goddamn horny bitch, let me at you."
Carter's pulsating prick prodded at Mrs. Edwards from behind, and the sex hungry woman spread her legs obligingly. She reached underneath herself, grasped his huge cock, and guided it to its target. Carter felt her cunt already gushing with abundant juices. Her primed pussy began to gnaw at his dick before he had even delivered a hunch.
"Oh, my God, that feels good!" she shouted. "Oh, what a big dick."
Carter began to respond with long, powerful strokes of his thick shaft. Mrs. Edwards lowered herself to her elbows, her ass hiked in the air and braced herself strongly for each fierce jolt. Carter, standing upright on his knees, steadied himself with his hands on her hips and rammed her with the rhythm and force of a well drilling shaft. The wanton wench greeted each blow with a groan of delicious agony and thrust her ass backward, desirous of another plunge from Carter's long prick.
"Oh, yes!" she shrieked in delight. "I haven't been fucked like this in years."
Mrs. Edwards spread her legs ever farther and hiked her ass higher and higher. With each plunge of his oversized cock, Carter seemed to achieve greater penetration into her cavernous cunt. Her twat flooded with a new release of cascading juices, and she began to grunt and groan in a sustained, guttural tone.
Carter accelerated the rate of his hunches to a torrid pace as he sensed an approaching climax. He humped Mrs. Edwards furiously, and her muscles became taut with anticipation.
"Oh, yes, baby," she cried. "Let it go. I'm ready."
Charge after charge of cum exploded from Carter's monstrous cock, and Mrs. Edwards received them with intensifying shimmies. Suddenly her body broke into fitful spasms, and she trembled uncontrollably.
"Oh, goddamn!" she screamed. "Oh, what a fuck, Carter! Oh, God, yes!"
Minutes later, as the tired lovers lay on the floor, still hinged sexually and disinclined to disengage, they were disturbed by the sound of approaching footsteps outside the front door.
"Oh, my God, that must be Sylvia," Mrs. Edwards exclaimed in panic.
"Grab your clothes," Carter said as he quickly jumped to his feet. The two lovers quickly gathered up their clothes and retreated to Carter's bedroom just ahead of the sound of Mrs. Greene entering the front door.
"Oh, no!" Mrs. Edwards exclaimed upon arriving in Carter's bedroom. "I don't have my panties. I must have dropped them on the floor."
"That's all right," Carter assured. "Maybe we can fake it."
After the two had dressed, Carter approached the door, but Mrs. Edwards held back. "You go on," she said. "I'll be there in a minute."
Carter nodded and walked through the door to face his stepmother. Mrs. Greene met him in the living room holding up the panties in her hand as evidence.
"Well, Carter, whose are these?" she demanded, a look of frustration etched across her face. "Who is it this time?" Her voice was not so much one of anger any longer. Now it conveyed only a defeated tone of resignation.
Carter cast a short, backward glance of concern toward his bedroom door. Noticing the glance, Mrs. Greene walked determinedly to the bedroom and rapped on the door. "Whoever's in there, you might as well come on out, or I'll just come in after you," she announced.
Mrs. Edwards opened the door cautiously, and then, appearing casual, she strode stoically from the room.
"Well, I'll be goddamned!" Mrs. Greene screamed. "I ought to kill you, Marlena! You good for nothing slut!"
"I'll take those please, Sylvia," Mrs. Edwards said coolly as she snatched her panties from Mrs. Greene's hand. She strutted toward the front door with head held high.
Mrs. Greene followed close on her heels, cussing her all the way. "You low life bitch!" Carter's stepmother said.
At the threshold, Mrs. Edwards turned and smiled cattily at her sister. "You're still jealous, aren't you, big sister?" she asked with a laugh. "Well, so long. I'm sorry I didn't get to stay longer, but you were so inhospitable."
Mrs. Edwards smiled provocatively at Carter. "Bye, bye, lover," she said in a low, sultry whisper. "Maybe we can get together again sometime."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After her sister had left, Mrs. Greene turned toward Carter with a bewildered look. She walked to the chair opposite the couch where Carter had spread his body and sat down heavily.
"Oh, Carter, I can't take it any longer," she began as tears started to fill her eyes. "This is the last straw. You and that sister of mine. Oh, I hate her."
"Do you hate me, too?" Carter asked.
Mrs. Greene looked at Carter sternly through her tears. "Yes, I think I do," she said in a choked voice. "You won't listen to me. You won't do anything I want. I have no control over you whatsoever. You have no respect for me. I didn't want to do this, but I'm going to have to tell your father about this behavior of yours here lately. What else can I do?"
"What else do you want to do, Sylvia?" Carter asked suggestively.
"All right, don't get cute with me," Mrs. Greene admonished, wiping the tears from her reddened eyes. "I'm not one of your playthings. And don't call me Sylvia, either. If you can't call me 'Mom,' just don't call me anything."
Carter stared hard into his stepmother's eyes, and Mrs. Greene looked back at him. Then he scanned her body slowly, examining every curve from head to toe. His eyes settled on her legs, just above her black knee boots, and he looked into the darkness beneath her red dress.
Mrs. Greene noticed her stepson's close scrutiny and nervously tugged at her short dress. She uncrossed her legs and pulled the dress down as far as it would go. Mrs. Greene felt a conflict tearing her apart inside. She wanted to slap him in the face, but at the same time she had to make herself resist a temptation to go sit in his lap and caress him. She hated him as a person, but she loved him as a man and as a physical specimen. And though she didn't admit it to herself, her knowledge of the number of other women he had balled had aroused a strong jealousy in her and nursed her growing desire for her stepson.
It was a desire more powerful than even she realized and more powerful than anything she had ever experienced. Thus far she had managed to cage her lust, but all that was needed was for the door of the cage to be opened, and she would go after Carter with the energy of a tigress.
"Carter, what do you want from me?" she asked, her voice pleading, almost afraid.
Carter rose deliberately and strode confidently toward his stepmother. As he walked, he began to undo the fly to his blue jeans with one hand. Mrs. Greene recoiled in her seat and watched in terror as he approached.
"I want you, Sylvia," Carter said as he gazed into his stepmother's eyes. "That's all."
He finished undoing his fly and flipped out his massive cock, already bulging with semi hardness. "How about you, Sylvia?" he asked. "What do you want from me? Is this it? Is this what you want? Do you want my big cock?"
Mrs. Greene struggled for words and tried to conceal her fear. "Put that thing back in your pants, Carter," she said unconvincingly.
Carter disregarded his stepmother's command and stepped closer to the anxious woman. His huge dick throbbed near her face. "I want you, Mom,"
Carter said. "I want to fuck you."
It was the first time Carter had ever called his stepmother 'Mom', and she couldn't help but be moved by it when she heard it. It was something she had wished for ever since she had married Carter's father.
Her mother instinct and her overwhelming sexual desire for her masculine young stepson combined as one and welled up inside her. Suddenly her feelings exploded in a fit of desire. So powerful were her feelings that, when they were at last released, there was no hesitancy or restraint in her actions. She sprung to her feet and clasped one arm around her stepson's brawny shoulders. She melted into his arms and looked up at him with pursed lips, inviting his kiss. With her other hand she grasped Carter's hard shaft and began to milk it rhythmically and determinedly.
"Oh, yes," she panted. "Oh, Carter, I know you want me. I know you want to fuck me, and I want you, too. I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked anybody before. I'll give you the best fuck you've ever had, baby. Oh, Carter, I love you. Love me, too, baby. Oh, I want you."
Carter found his stepmother's lips with a long, hard kiss, and her full lips wrestled passionately against his. She released her grip on his dick and embraced him strongly. She ground her pelvis wantonly against the hard, upright shaft between their bodies.
"Oh, Carter, I've wanted you for so long," she said in a throaty voice. "I know it's wrong, but I just can't hold it back any longer. Oh, fuck me, Carter! Fuck me now! Oh, God, yes!"
Mrs. Greene began to claw at her stepson desperately, and she ripped the buttons from his shirt. Carter responded in kind by tearing his stepmother's dress from her wriggling body. He pulled the tattered remains over her head, and he placed his hands on her bare waist. He felt the pliant, sweaty flesh of her body, and the hot woman panted in anticipation. Carter held her at arms length and admired her sultry beauty. "You're a sexy goddamn bitch, Mom," he pronounced. "You've got a hell of a body."
"I'm glad you like it, honey," she said with a provocative smile. "Now, let's fuck." She unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor, and then she peeled Carter's shirt from his chest and arms.
Carter pulled his stepmother against his bare chest and felt her full tits press against his skin. Mrs. Greene reached down and began to tug at Carter's jeans. The young man stepped back and quickly took his shoes off. Then he pulled his britches off and stepped out of his undershorts. She eagerly pulled her panties over her womanly ass and stepped out of them. The two lovers stood up proudly and eyed each other eagerly. Mrs. Greene left her high heeled boots on, and her muscled calves bulged beneath them. "I want you to fuck me with my boots on, Carter," she explained. "I want to spur you with them."
"Yeah, leave them on," Carter agreed. "I think they're sexy."
"What do you think of my body, Carter?" Mrs. Greene asked. "Am I as good as Marlena?"
"Better," Carter said. "I've got the sexiest mother anywhere."
Carter grasped his stepmother and pulled her toward him. He lifted her into his arms, and she cuddled up in his arms like a baby. Her skin felt warm and willing against Carter's chest, and the submissive woman felt light in his arms. Carter carried her to his bedroom, and Mrs. Greene giggled with schoolgirl delight. He lay her gently on his bed and slipped in beside her. Wasting no time with preliminaries, he crawled between her legs, and she spread her thighs eagerly. Carter rammed his huge dick deep into his stepmother's wet pussy, and she greeted it with an unrestrained moan of pleasure.
"Oh, my God!" she uttered. "Oh, God, yes! Oh, Carter, your dick feels so good! Oh, fuck me with it! Oh, I've never been fucked by anyone with such a big cock! Oh, I love it!"
Carter shafted his stepmother with slowly accelerating strokes, and her body quivered in delight.
"Oh, God!" she screamed. "Oh, my God, I've never felt anything like it. I'm coming already!"
Carter kept humping her with increasingly powerful strokes, and her body vibrated with orgasm after orgasm. She wrapped her booted legs around her stepson and shimmied uncontrollably.
"Oh, yes. Oh, baby. Oh, your cunt feels good, Mom. You've got a fine pussy."
Carter fucked the sex starved woman relentlessly, his thrusts accelerating to a terrific pace and force. Gradually his stepmother relaxed and began to return his jolts with hard upward bucks. She spread her legs extravagantly and moaned pleasantly with each deep plunge of Carter's long shaft. She clawed at her stepson's back with sharp fingernails and spurred him with the heels of her boots, urging him on to fuck her more and more.
"Oh, goddamn!" she shrilled. "Oh, fuck the hell out of me, you big, horny bastard!"
Carter felt sweat pop on his own body and merge with that of his hot stepmother. His dick pistoned in and out of her gushing cunt, and he felt her hungry pussy chew wantonly on his thick prick. "Is this what you wanted, bitch?" he asked his step-mom. "Did you want my big dick inside you?"
"Oh, yes, Carter," she swooned. "I want every inch of it. I want it deep inside me. Hurt me with it, Son."
Carter pounded her furiously and sent renewed waves of orgasm billowing through her body. At last he felt his own climax approaching and delivered a finale of reckless thrusts. He squirmed in ecstasy as needles of delight coursed through his body. She shivered with pleasure and ground her pelvis against Carter's, milking his cock of every drop of his spurting love juice.
"Oh, yes!" she screamed. "Oh, goddamn! Oh, Carter, I love you! I've never felt anything like this!"
The two bodies strained against each other in a final jolt of orgasm and then flopped to the bed in exhaustion.
"Oh, Carter, I love you," Mrs. Greene repeated.
"I love you, too, Mom," Carter whispered.
"Oh, Carter, promise me you'll fuck only me. Say you'll never fool around with all those other women again. I'll give you all the fucking you want."
"I promise," Carter lied.
"We'd better get dressed," Mrs. Greene suggested. "What if your dad comes home and catches us?"
"I don't care, if you don't," Carter said.
There was a moment of contemplative silence before Mrs. Greene spoke. "I don't," she said.
She felt Carter's big cock hardening inside her once again. She wrapped her booted legs around her stepson and clung to him with taut muscles. Carter delivered a few preliminary strokes. She bucked up at them and moaned in pleasure, but Carter stopped suddenly and pulled out.
"Let's go take a shower together, and then I want to eat you."
"Really?" Mrs. Greene said excitedly. "No one's ever done that to me before. It sounds sinfully fun."
Mrs. Greene sat on the edge of the bed, and Carter pulled off her boots for her. Together they pranced to the bathroom where Mrs. Greene turned on the warm shower. She stepped in gracefully, and Carter followed, his dick throbbing eagerly again as he surveyed his stepmother's shapely nude form.
Carter took a bar of soap and worked up a good lather in his hands, and then he gave the soap to Mrs. Greene. He massaged the curves and crevices of his stepmother's body with the suds, and her pliant flesh prickled with aliveness. She worked up a lather in her hands and began to soap Carter's masculine body from head to toe.
The two lovers exchanged the bar of soap back and forth as they endeavored to completely cover each other's body with slick, bubbly suds. Carter caressed his stepmother's generous tits, and they felt firm and smooth in his soapy hands. He soaped her bristly cunt hair and worked up a mound of suds in the fleecy triangle. He dived his finger into her receptive twat, and the suds merged with her flowing cunt oils to lubricate his entrance.
"Oh, wow, this feels good," Mrs. Greene shuddered. "I feel so tingly and sexy."
She soaped Carter's pubic hair, creating a mountain of suds. She massaged his balls and then milked his hard shaft with a determined up and down motion. Her slick hand glided over the monstrous cock with little friction, and the suds grew and grew. Carter's knob swelled with blood and throbbed in his stepmother's delicate hand.
"Oh, I love you dick, Carter," Mrs. Greene panted. "It's so huge."
The two lovers rinsed their bodies and dried off. Their bodies were clean and sexy, alive with desire and primed for sexual activity.
Mrs. Greene darted to the bedroom, and Carter chased after her. He grabbed her near the bed, but she slithered away from him like an eel and hopped in bed. She giggled at him in a teasing voice and curled her lips into a seductive come on. Carter pounced on her and felt his body slip and slide against her slick flesh.
Carter grasped his stepmother's fleshy thighs and spread them extravagantly. He positioned himself with his head between her legs and his cock throbbing in her face. Tediously he parted the hairs of her cunt and then, using the fingers of both hands, he carefully spread her pussy wide open. He dived his face deep into her clean cunt and savored the taste of his stepmother's fine pussy.
She writhed ecstatically in response and proclaimed her rapture with a scream. "Oh, my God, Carter!" she squealed. "Oh, Carter! Oh, eat my pussy, Son."
Mrs. Greene grasped Carter's enormous cock and guided it toward her face. She placed her lips tentatively over Carter's knob and teased his dick with gentle biting and sucking. Then with increasing confidence, she swallowed the swollen prick deeper and deeper into her throat. She bobbed her head up and down eagerly on her stepson's massive dick.
Carter forced his face ever deeper into her spread pussy. He lapped her abundant juices and then teased her hardening clit with his tongue and teeth.
The bodies of the eager lovers strained against each other and squirmed in the bed. They broke into orgasmic contortions and writhed wildly. Carter rendered pressure on her ass and drove his face ever deeper into her compliant cunt. She felt wave after wave of sexual pleasure build to their climax near her love palace and then cascade through the extremities of her body. She responded with an accelerated bobbing of her head on Carter's immense cock. The massive shaft throbbed furiously as it shot wad after wad of cum into Mrs. Greene's mouth. The insatiable woman raised up to swallow the warm, milky liquid and then went back for more. She licked Carter's prick ravenously for every drop of the sticky substance.
"Oh, Carter, that tasted good!" she proclaimed after she had licked his dick clean. "Oh, I love to eat your cum, baby."
Carter came up and lay beside his stepmother in bed. He lay in relaxed silence beside her for several minutes. Soon, though, his potent cock began to signal its readiness for more action. His massive prick began to throb its way to another hard-on, and Carter turned toward Mrs. Greene and pulled her against his naked body.
Carter's stepmother felt the hard cock pounding against her and proclaimed her amazement. "My God!" she exclaimed. "Are you ready again already? God, what a stud!"
Carter positioned her on her elbows and knees in the bed, and she rose to the occasion eagerly. He got behind her and began to prod her with his long, steel like shaft.
"What are you going to do, Carter?" she asked, her voice betraying a hint of anxiety.
"I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Sylvia," Carter informed. "Don't worry. It'll be okay."
Mrs. Greene had never been screwed in the ass, and Carter's assurance only partially alleviated her concern. But she was willing and eager to try anything for Carter's sake.
"Oh, yes, fuck your mama in the asshole. That's what your mama wants you to do. Fuck me in the ass."
Mrs. Greene hiked her ass high in the air and spread her legs widely. Carter parted the cheeks of her round ass even farther and thrust his cock between them. He found her hole with the huge shaft and rammed it in halfway with a single hunch.
"Oh, no!" she shrieked in pain. "Oh, God, it hurts!"
Carter hunched his stepmother with a slow, rhythmic series of thrusts to loosen up her butt-hole, and she groaned in pain at first and then in pleasure.
"Oh, Carter, give it all to me," she urged lustily.
Carter rammed his king sized cock all the way into his stepmother's sweet asshole with one violent plunge, and the wanton woman shrilled in delicious agony.
"Oh, goddamn!" she wailed. "Oh, that hurts so good, Carter! Oh, hurt me with your dick, Carter!"
Carter obliged his hungry stepmother with long, hard plunges of his huge dick. His pelvis jolted against the cheeks of her ass in jackhammer fashion, and she proclaimed her satisfaction. "Oh, yes! Oh, Carter, butt fuck your mama good."
Mrs. Greene reared her ass tremendously and bucked backwards with short strokes to meet each brutal plunge of Carter's hard shaft. Her muscles were taut with anticipation, and she began to quiver in ecstasy.
"Oh, Carter, just a little more," she pleaded as she strained every muscle in her beautiful body.
Carter felt another load building up, and he rammed her with a final series of furious hunches. Cum shot from his cannon in spurts into his stepmother's sweet asshole, and he grasped the woman's suspended tits as his body quivered in climax.
The warm liquid spurting into her asshole ignited a chain of orgasms in the lustful woman. Her body quaked and shimmied terrifically and contorted itself into exaggerated positions.
"Oh, goddamn!" she shouted. "Oh, what a butt fuck, Carter! Oh, I love it!"
Carter fell exhausted on top of his stepmother, his tired cock still deep inside her satisfied asshole.
"Oh, Carter, I love you," his stepmother swore. "I want you to fuck me every day."
"I will," Carter promised. A smile of satisfaction and triumph secretly wrinkled Carter's young face.
