It was Annette Lincoln's job as a high school student counsellor to make sure that pupils didn't drop out of school. Her methods of encouraging young lads were a bit unorthodox....
She stood up from behind her desk, giving young David a full view of her body. Her buxom breasts . practically spilled out of her silk blouse. Slowly, she hiked her skirt up, exposing her soft mid-thighs, exposing the tops of her black lacy garter belt. David squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. He was sporting a huge hard-on.
"What have you got there, David?" she asked in a sultry voice.
"Wouldn't you be more comfortable with your pants down ... so your monster cock can get some air-and some sucking?"
David started to sweat profusely. The thought of her sucking his dong was just too much to handle!
CHAPTER ONE
Annette Lincoln looked out her office window and decided it was a good day to be outdoors. Even a simple drive in the country would be nice. And on her way around she could stop in to see Philip. If he was home, she could mix in a little business with her relaxation and give her a clearer conscience for goofing off.
Being the guidance counselor at the English high school in Dixon, Quebec kept her pretty busy. She liked the work-loved it, in fact, but there came days when she felt a near overwhelming need to chuck it all for a little while. There remained a streak of the rebel in her and the free spirit.
It showed itself in the bright, frequently flashy quality of her big green eyes. She was twenty-nine, but could have passed for younger. Her figure could hold its own against any college girl, and maybe even these high school nymphettes she dealt with on a daily basis. Her hair was reddish brown, shoulder-length, but usually pinned up or back in some casual way or other.
She carried a sweater with her, but didn't need it as she walked to the car. Autumn had come, the leaves had changed, but not yet fallen. A summer-warm day still cropped up occasionally.
The hills and mountains surrounding Dixon were awash with color. Driving north, she caught glimpses of ski trails on a mountainside, their carpets of dead grass waiting for snow. Annette was anxious to get back to the slopes, but this was too nice a day to be thinking so far ahead.
It wasn't much of a day to be thinking about work either, but she couldn't help it. Sometimes she thought she cared too much for the students under her care, and it was true that there were a few she simply doted on, like some overly indulgent den-mother or something. But kids needed caring and looking after and tending to, and she had it to give. If it was more than some others might have had to offer, well, so be it.
A few miles from town, Annette turned off onto a gravel road that was flanked here and there by cottages, used mostly during summer months. She turned in at the first year-round residence she came to. A short lane led into a wide yard, one side of which was taken up by a heap of unstacked firewood. Philip's father cut and sold the stuff as one way to make ends meet.
As Annette got out of the car, Philip came around a corner of the house. Recognizing her-seeing she wasn't a customer, he stopped and stood still, hands on hips. Keeping his distance, she thought with an inner smile. He was old enough to quite school and not have to worry about being dragged back against his will, but that didn't mean somebody wouldn't try. He didn't have to run away and hide, but he wanted to. There was still some boy inside the man, and she found it positively endearing. Growing teens were so cute.
Philip was cute in other respects, too, if not yet quite into the handsome category. His dark hair was short and he was clean-shaven. Hard work and play had filled him out into a solid, well-proportioned shape, making his T-shirt stretch and his jeans get tight in ways and places it was not very professional of her to notice or consider. But notice and consider she did, briefly, despite herself.
She walked up him, feeling oddly self-conscious in her snug business skirt and loose white blouse. She'd noticed how his eyes had lingered on the pouts of her boobs-man inside the boy, there. She said hello.
He smiled knowingly. "I'm not going back," he told her, getting right to the point.
"You don't give a lady much of a chance, do you," she remarked, amused.
"I've heard all the arguments. I don't need to hear them again. I'm finished with school. So you might as well save your breath, and my time."
"Am I interrupting something?"
"I just finished fixing a chain saw. But I think I can find something better to do than listen to how much good an education'll do me." He wasn't being rude at all. Just upfront.
Annette let him have his say. She let her eyes wander to the signs of a meager lifestyle-to the paint starting to peel off the side of the clapboard house. "Do you really mean that, Philip?" she asked as her gaze returned to him. "You're ready to settle for this as your future?"
"I can do better than this. There are jobs around. It's not hard to save money in a small town. I could get a nice place for myself. When the old man kicks off I'll even have property. It won't be so bad."
"It'll be a waste. You're bright, you can go places, you can make something memorable of yourself. Don't throw it away on some foolish whim."
"I've thought about it. I can't stand school. I want out."
"I know. I used to feel the same way. You put in all that time and it doesn't seem to get you anything. Same old crap, same old fools droning on and on
"Well?"
"You've got to look at it for what it is-a means toward an end. It's a long road, but it does end, and that's where the pay-off is."
"I guess I'm just not patient enough. I want it now. I want to know I'm not wasting my time."
"You're not," she insisted. "Not if you're in school."
He looked skeptical. Downright unconvinced, in fact.
"I wish there was some way for me to make it worth your while," she said then. "To sort of tide you over until you can see for yourself that school will get you somewhere."
"How come you care so much?" he thought to ask.
"I just do. I hate to see people waste their potential." "No other reason?"
To someone else she might have answered in the negative. But it wouldn't be the truth, and he was sharp enough to notice, and she'd have to tell him anyway. Besides, there was something about him that made her want to open up, and feel safe doing it.
"Well," she confided, "you do remind me of myself at your age. I felt safer going my own way. But somebody turned me around, and I've always been grateful for it, and this is kind of my way of paying them back."
"Oh."
"It's okay to be a rebel," she told him. "But there's a high price for making a career of it."
"You were a rebel?"
"Even more than you are. That's why I have such hope for you. If I could bear down and apply myself...."
"How'd you do it? Did you get a little extra incentive?"
A glimmer of memory stirred in her awareness and then flashed in vivid details across her mind. There'd been a biology teacher she'd had an immense crush on, a very generous and understanding and caring biology teacher....
"Yes," she answered quietly, intimately, "I did."
"What was it?"
"Do you have a girlfriend, Philip?"
He thought she was changing the subject. "No."
"You like girls."
"Plenty."
"Experienced girls."
"What are you getting at?"
"Would you say you're well taken care of in the sex department?"
"Are you kidding?" he said to that, grinning in a disbelieving sort of way.
"Would you like to be well taken care of?" she asked in a soft, inviting voice. Coming here today, she hadn't planned on going this far to reach him, nor had she seriously considered it. But all of a sudden she had found herself, with roles reversed, in a situation similar to one she'd been in years ago, and remembering how well that had worked out.
She found herself out in the semi-wilds with a healthy young specimen of manood, alone, and that helped. Had they been confined to the propriety of her office the whole idea might not have even crossed her mind.
Anyway, the thing was, it all seemed like the perfect solution at the time. Not drastic, not irresponsible, just right.
Annette was a little surprised to find herself coming out with the proposition, though. For six years she had resisted the occasional temptation to become physically involved with one student or another without too much trouble. But there was more at stake than usual with Philip. Unwittingly he had tempted her, and she needed to do something to bring him back into the fold, and well, she had no lover. Hadn't had one in some time. And she sensed that, emotionally and sexualy, a lot could come of a special relationship with Philip.
It appealed to her as a counselor, as a woman, and even as a rebel. There was something wild about becoming sexual with a student. It went beyond the rules, to where the real excitement was. But was Philip enough of a rebel to join her?
He wouldn't have to be much of one. Just a little. His naturally bubbling young juices would take care of the rest.
"I'm ready to go all the way to get you back into classes," Annette told him. "Interested?"
"This is the God-damnedest thing," he said, if not flabbergasted then close to it.
"Is your father away?" she inquired, assuming he was.
"It town ... For the afternoon."
"Then we're free to pursue this. Aren't we?"
"God damn," he said. "You're serious." Just out of arm's reach from Philip, Annette moved closer to him. "Absolutely serious," she said levelly. He slowly took in a deep breath, looking into her eyes. "You bet your ass I'm interested."
She smiled. "I'm betting more than my ass."
He seemed to know what she was implying, and almost solemnly he said, "You won't lose." Her dignity and her reputation would be safe with him.
"Good," Annette said, satisfied, and eased in to kiss him on the lips.
Annette had often wondered what it was like when farmgirls and boys sneaked out behind the barn. There was a somewhat dilapidated, oversized shed next to the woodpile and though it wasn't a barn proper it was close enough, and she was going to find out.
There was a small open space between the back of the shed and the mostly softwood trees that surrounded the place, giving way to brightly colored hardwoods farther out. It was grassy and sunlit and private.
Leading Philip by the hand, she stopped and turned to him, the front of her body suddenly touching his through their clothes. She kissed him again, and he responded, and their mouths joined with a contact that stirred both of their inner juices.
Uncared for too long, Annette felt her canal yearning begin to tear at her insides, long sensuous fingers clawing at her privates and her nether region. She wrapped possessive arms around Philip's sturdy shoulders and held on tight.
Maybe, deep down, she had come here for just this purpose and no other. Everything else felt like pretext. This was what she wanted, and needed. Sexual contact, emotional connection, rebellion, release.
But a bargain was a bargain, and she would expect Philip to be back in school tomorrow. Maybe she needed him, but that was what he needed, and he would get it. She wasn't so desperate that she could or would let him back out.
He might want to, despite this added incentive to try school again. Because under it all he was afraid. Of failing, mostly. Of things not working out somehow at the pay-off. Annette knew this because in his position she had been afraid of the same things.
She had avoided mentioning his fear because she knew boys and you don't get anywhere by suggesting they were afraid of anything. Anyway, it wasn't necessary. She could get him feeling confident without getting into that.
Confidence was all he needed, really. If a kid felt like he could conquer the world then it wasn't such a big step for him to go ahead and try. And what could get a young man feeling better about himself than dazzling a very attractive older woman? One who was risking her job just being with him on top of that?
So as Annette knelt on the soft, grassy ground in front of Philip, she was thinking more about his needs than her own, despite the fever pitch her want was reaching.
She grinned up at him with a flashy mixture of delight and excitement and fun as she nimbly and eagerly opened his jeans. She pulled them from his hips and ass with zest, and almost rudely pulled his briefs down after them.
Annette could talk to kids, and deal with them. She could cook, and ski like the devil, and play the piano. But this was her real element, she often felt. She was no great expert in sexual matters, but she felt right at home with them, and could make things happen. Which she loved, along with trying new things.
When she yanked Philip's briefs down and his hardening cock bounded out from under and started to strain up and forward, a rush went through Annette, and a large part of it seemed to continue to whir through her system. Charged with erotic energy, she was on a natural high. It was amazing she didn't indulge herself more often.
Annette slid her right hand over Philip's bare thigh and onto the base of his rubbery cock shaft. She stroked out and back and watched the outer reaches of his dong flop around in the air as it took on size and rigidity.
She snatched the glans into her mouth and sucked onto the shaft. She squeezed tighter and pulled back. Tilting her head from side to side, twisting her mouth around on his cock, she fellated him further, and with her hand still pumping she brought him to full, pounding erection.
It made her feel better to have his hard-on in her grasp. The carnal longing she had been feeling was eased somewhat, like a child that could relax now that the ice cream was in sight.
Annette relaxed, though she held Philip's cock in a grip that wasn't about to let go. She backed off and opened her mouth around his bulging cockhead. Her wily tongue came into play, suddenly sweeping around and around on his sensitive, flared knob.
She centered on the very end of his cock and fluttered her tongue tip against it with blurring swiftness. She looked down her straight, pert sort of nose as if to examine her handiwork, and then did it again.
Philip's hips leaned forward. Teasingly, with an open-mouthed smile, Annette leaned away. She continued to whisk over his cockhead with her nimble probe.
Philip placed a light hand on the top of her head and she let it tilt back under his touch. She looked up and drank in the loving, delighted and slightly bedazzled expression on his cute-handsome face. He wasn't sure how all this had come to happen, but he was getting used to it in a hurry.
Annette leaned a little farther forward and curved her tongue out under his cockhead as she continued to look up into his eyes. Holding the flat of her tongue against his cock, she pulled her probe in and stuck it out quickly and repeatedly, licking his hard-on one way and rubbing it the other way.
"Suck me some more," he said to her.
She playfully arched her eyebrows as if to say, "Yeah?" Glinting at him, she continued working her tongue against his upper cockshaft.
"Tryring to make my crazy?" he murmured with a smile.
She nodded quickly, holding her extended tongue on his cock. Then she lapped up and over his tip. She'd always gotten a kick out of dick-licking. There was something so sweetly down-and-dirty about it.
But she didn't want to play with him all day. She wanted to have him inside her mouth, too.
Annette opened wide and slid her tongue way out. She slipped the wriggly tip under the engorged end of his prick and on down the shaft as her head came forward. Philip's cockhead appeared to slide over Annette's tongue and into the cavern of her open mouth.
Her upper lip clamped down on his cock with velvet softness and continued to slide forward. Her tongue remained out, the tip whisking sideways on his smooth underside. His cock puffed up with a fresh excitement and throbbed inside Annette's mouth.
"Mmmmmm, you feel so good," Philip said to her. His fingers curled in her hair and held on to move with her head.
A groan of both excitement and satisfaction sounded in Annette's throat. She had a lot of his cock, but she wanted more. She took her hand away from his base and pressed on. It was fantastic. The shape, the smoothness, the thickly pulsing energy of his arousal, she loved it.
The tip of her tongue remained out and active. Before long it was tickling the top of his scrotum. She heard him laugh a throaty laugh of enjoyment. It was nice to find out she wasn't too much for him.
With a succulent washing motion of her head, Annette pulled back along Philip's cock-length. The random slurpy sound escaped her lips, around the motions of her stroking tongue. Coming up to his ridge, she started back down again.
She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the languorous rhythm of her motions, and to the fulfillment of giving, to the pleasure of doing, to the sheer sexy fun of erotic endeavor.
It was a natural high and it was taking her higher. And as it did, other wants became more defined, and urgent. Having him in her mouth was fine, but to have it inside her was something even richer. Or it would be, once she had managed it. Her pussy was aching with need and wet with anticiaption and hot for the sheer hell of it.
Annette smoothed her pulling, caressing mouth over his hot, hard length another moment or two, then eased off of his shiny knob. She didn't say anything. Didn't have to. Her look said it all.
She stood, pulling her skirt up over her hips in the process. It was tight enough to stay up without being held by hand. She hooked thumbs in her panties and worked them down and off her long, excitingly tapered legs.
Feeling playful, she threaded Philip's cock through a leg opening of her bikini briefs and hung them from the base of his shaft. Taking hold of the shaft itself, she turned him to face her as she placed her shoulders against the rough, weathered wall of the shed.
Taking her weight onto one solid leg as she pulled him close, Annette lifted her other leg and hooked it around his hips. His up-angled cock came to rest on her pubic mound, mostly hidden under the folds of her skirt.
Feeling more playful, Annette reached around behind him, over her leg, and down under the catch hold of her hanging panties. She grasped the dangling hip-strand of elastic and pulled it out between her legs. Still hooked around his pecker, they were like reins on him.
She pulled his mid-section back and his cockhead dropped into position on the spread folds of her outer pussy. Letting her panties go slack, she allowed Philip to go forward. His cock promptly shouldered her pussy open and strode up into the steamy clasp of her tight pocket.
Annitte shivered against him, her lower lip trembling and her eyelids fluttering shut before his horny stare. Her body arched and then twisted to rub her mound against his. She wedged her clit down onto the base of his cock.
They groaned together, and laughed a little giddily. She pulled up on her panties, causing the elastic to flank his balls and squeeze it in the top of the sac, and grate on his crotch, and slid up in between the cheeks of his ass. She pulled out, and his cock slid from her. She used her leg to urge him back up into her body.
He moved on his own after that, though she continued stretching and slacking the elastic of her panties to erotic effect. His hands lowered to her jutting asscheeks and took firm hold as he stroked and jabbed and scraped her pussy with his unyielding length.
The natural high went higher....
CHAPTER TWO
Months passed. The school year went on with Philip now very much a part of it. Winter came, and the affair continued. For that was what that tryst behind the shed had turned into.
Annette had climaxed that day. He'd been excited, but he had held out long enough to bring her off. She remembered the shivering, shaking intensity of it, with the swift sure strokes of his tongue in her mouth, his strong hands on her ass, his cock still thrusting even after his cum had finished plastering into her core.
Then he'd held her, and she held him. Standing close, kissing much of the time, they had found something natural and good in being close like that. They'd both recognized it as something worth pursuing.
It was now Easter. Annette had managed to get away for a few days to the condo of a friend. It was part of a development at a ski center, close to Dixon but not too close. Philip was with her.
They'd skied, and made love, and dined, and made love ... Over the course of the past months they'd had to steal their time together, discreetly arranging one secret rendezvous or another and trying to make it without being discovered. Sneaking around, some would call it. But here they could relax and enjoy each other. It was a holiday in more ways than one.
It was their first opportunity to spend a prolonged period of time together, and it was teaching Annette a few things. Helping her see them more clearly.
One, Philip was great. Fun, bright, level-headed, curious, adventurous, just the tonic for a woman who liked sex, but had inexplicably been out of circulation for a while. She enjoyed his enthusiasm and lack of inhibition, and they had done things together that made her dizzy just thinking about them.
There wasn't much depth to the affair, though. Annette had known that, but now she saw that the potential wasn't really there either. Something in their make-up would allow them to be friends, and playmates, but lovers in the true sense? Deeply involved? Not quite.
It was no great disappointment. Annette wasn't looking for involvement on any lasting level. Things were fine as they were-uncomplicated, fun, a frolic. A sex affair between eager participants.
What was the sense of them getting hung up on each other anyway? She had it in her mind that he would be leaving for college in the fall. With her staying behind, well, it wouldn't be any fun, missing him all the time.
Coming out of the kitchen after putting the dinner dishes in the washer, Annette found Philip hunkered down before the elevated fireplace in the far corner of the living room. Somehow neither of them had paid much attention to it before now. Other things to do.
"Good," Annette said, kneeling next to him, just off the deep rug that ran between the seating arrangements of this end of the living room. "I like a fire."
He put a match to the kindling and, watching the flame take hold, said, "I'll give you two. One to look at, and one to feel." He looked at her with a suggestive glint.
It melted her. Yes, she thought with rising interest, yes. She wanted to throw her arms around him and wrestle him to the floor and start right there. God. What was he turning her into?
Annette was able to maintain some composure. She stood and went around the room, methodically turning off all the lights. As she returned to where Philip was waiting, the first flames were licking up onto and between the pair of logs he had started off with, snapping and crackling as the fiery tongues took root in the wood and casting an intimate glow into this corner of the room.
She had put on a dress for the evening meal. That over, it seemed appropriate that the dress come off. She loosened the cloth belt and wriggled her upper body out of the dress.
On his knees facing her, Philip reached up to help. O hurry things along. He pulled the garment down over her hips and ass and held it as she stepped clear, then tossed it toward a couch without looking to see if he hit it or not.
In high heels and bikini panties, Annette saw him reach for her, and thrilled as his hands slid to the backs of her thighs. She wondered what made him have such a potent effect on her. She'd never known anything quite like it. If she'd been madly in love with him it might have been understandable, but she wasn't.
He was taboo, in more ways than one, and that could explain it. Guilty pleasures were less common than usual pleasures, and less likely to be taken for granted, or lightly. They were fresher, and when there was more than one going at a time they had to at least seem potent. And when a woman had a craving and an appreciation for the occasional walk on the wild side ... Did that explain it? Maybe.
Philip pulled her toward him. He sat back on his heels with his knees apart and had her stand between his thighs. Opening his mouth, he slipped his pointy tongue out and touched the tip to the cloth-covered mound of her panties.
He slid his tongue tip down and under slightly, arriving at the area of her clit. He pressed into her panties and subtly rolled his head to stir his stiffened tongue against her.
He was teasing her in the way she had teased him on the first day. He had learned from her, and had discovered qualities in himself that he hadn't known were there. Annette was as pleased to see that as she was to see him in school every day.
Feeling trembly with rising arousal, Annette combed into his hair with her fingers. She was unable to resist pulling him to her, tilting her pussy out from under as his lips pressed up against the stretchy material of her undies.
He prodded at her clit-zone with his tongue, then opened his mouth and stroked at the softness of her pussy lips. His hands were moving on her thighs, teasing higher, toward the elastic bands that curved high across her hips. He continued licking at her pussy shape while starting to pull down on her panties.
But then he stopped. He reached across her nether region, front and back, and had her turn to face away. His fingers went back to the thin supporting strands of her panties and pulled down. He exposed the jutting cheeks of her haughty ass.
He kissed a dimple and licked the kiss away, then kissed and licked the other dimple. Alternating from one side to the other, he kissed and licked down into her buttocks, and then started to playfully bite at her meaty, erotically sculpted cushions.
Annette let him have his boyish fun. Because it was fun for her, too. He no longer seemed able to make a wrong move with her. It was kind of odd, being this compatible sexually, but less and less so the farther away from debauchery they got. But Annette wasn't about to knock it.
Mouthing back up over her cheeks, Philip slid the fingers of a hand between the crotch of her lowered panties and her crotch itself. He started rubbing forward and back against her twat folds, his wrist sawing between her thighs.
"Aaaaahhh," Annette gasped with sudden excitement. She went up on tip-toes and wavered a moment before sinking back onto now slightly wobbly high heels.
"Feel the fire?" Philip murmured.
"I can't wait for you to put your log in it," she responded, feeling full of fun.
"I wanna get it going a little better first. I wouldn't want to smother what I've started." Hands reaching for the opposite hips, he turned her to face him.
"You're quite the expert, aren't you?" she remarked. "Can I see your badge?"
"They don't give badges to pyromaniacs."
Annette smiled, enjoying the clever naughtiness, or his naughty cleverness. He'd come out with a line like that every now and then, and while it wasn't exactly a sign of genius, it did tell her again that he had a mind worth developing and that she had done the right thing by going an extra yard to get him back to class. And keep him there.
She wondered if it was necessary to keep on providing him with those nuggets of incentive she had been giving him. He was getting good grades and seemed to be tolerating the school environment quite well. But Annette didn't want to take any chances. Besides, she was having too good a time the way things were.
Philip drew Annette's panties down her long legs and she stepped out of them. He was intent on leaving her shoes on and so was she. They put her at just the right elevation for him.
Philip put his hands on her ass and drew her forward. His mouth opened on her curved-out pussy and his stiff, wriggly tongue probed into her snug crevice. He scraped up to her clit and started flicking her growing bud in all directions. It burgeoned in concert with her excitement and Annette could feel herself losing control. She surrendered it happily.
The rising heat of the fireplace was reaching her now, blanketing her body in its somewhat provocative warmth. The heat of the fire that Philip was building inside her was spreading out through her system. With a lewd grin Annette thought on how she would be lucky not to go up in smoke. And just as lucky to do it.
Philip worked his tongue away from her clit presently and actively sought the entrance to her pussy tunnel. He probed into her simmering slit and stirred briskly at her moistened sponginess.
Unsatisfied with the measure of contact, Philip pulled Annette down in front of him. He lay her out on her back on the rug with her fine shanks out to either side of him. He bowed low over her body, his mouth coming down to nuzzle and nip at the bared, domed shapes of her tits.
His mouth closed around a stiffening nipple and lifted with a suction that pulled boldly at the pulpy stump and the surrounding flesh. Her nipple swelled dramatically in his oral grasp, tingling on the inside and burning on the outside.
He shifted to her other nipple and drew its peak taut with arousal. He scraped over each rigid stump with the edges of his teeth and licked through the valley between her hand-filling globes. Annette pushed her tits together to feel the friction of his cheeks against them.
He licked down her writhing body, pushing his legs out from under to lie stomach down between her out-stretched legs. He washed his tongue from side to side over her soft-furred mound.
Annette tilted her pelvis and lifted her pussy to his mouth, pulling her knees up and away from each other to open her privates to his magical tongue and succulently caressing mouth. She cradled her boobs in her hands, squeezing them as if to contain her rushing excitement.
Philip licked away from her center slit, stroking her flat, inner lips away from each other and gluing them to the lightly furred outer folds. Occasionally, for fun, he would let his tongue trail off up the smoothness of an inner thigh.
Annette squirmed with enjoyment, emitting small, girlish cooes of delight. Then he started licking into her gaping opening, and her voice deepened into womanly groans.
"You're getting to me, you know that?" she said at one point. "Do you know what you're doing to me with that tongue of yours?"
"Making you hot?" he said impudently.
"I'll say you're making me hot," she said to that. She lifted her ass off the rug and twisted it in circles, grinding her swollen fore-pussy against his lips and teeth. She rocked her hips from side to side, making his head roll between her thighs.
He held on, sliding his tongue deep into her pussy as if to anchor himself. The sliding penetration gave her a jolt of pleasure and she quiveringly settled her ass back onto the floor, her feelings of urgency calmed by his deeply probing and richly stroking tongue.
"I may not need that log of yours after all," Annette sighed.
"Flattering," he said, and swept his tongue between her spread pussy lips, into the percolating richness of her chute of melting flesh.
"Ooohhhhh, but I want it. I keep thinking about it, and waiting for it, and wishing for it." She was breathing deeply, her head was rolling from side to side, her hands flexed of their own volition on her boobies. She was a woman consumed by arousal and desire. "I love your cock, what it does for me. Give it to me, Phil honey."
"Okay," he said without hesitating. He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and snapped open his jeans.
"No," Annette breathed, her head up as she watched him. "Take everything off. I want you naked."
"You're greedy once you get started," he remarked, not without affection. He got to his feet and hurried shoes and socks off, then his shirt, then his jeans. His cock showed in his briefs as the log she was looking for.
Watching him undress, Annette had slid a hand down onto her pussy. She had caressed herself shamelessly, missing the strokes of his tongue and wanting to keep her flames up. Now she fondled her legs back and apart and turned her pussy up to him and unabashedly inserted an extended finger into her craving snatch. She'd needed something in there to sustain her until his cock arrived. The seconds would have felt like ages otherwise.
Philip shrugged his briefs down and Annette's insides flinched with anticipation when his hard-on swung out and up before her eyes. She squirmed on the floor, really looking forward to the moment when that cock would be in her grasp.
She watched the reddened length swing spryly about in the air as Philip stepped out of his underwear. She lifted her head and gazed over her handheld boobs when he knelt before her.
Her legs unfolded, feet lifting high into the air. Her knees drew back almost to her shoulders, placing her cunt in offering under Philip's erect demon. She made an open, alluring target of herself, something he could not miss or resist.
Philip dropped onto all fours over her, slid his knees out behind him, lowered his mid-section. His cockhead touched the entrance to her fleshy chute like a flame. She melted around the hardness as it slid into her, the pointy head probing deeper and deeper and deeper, the shaft throbbing with heat and pent-up energy.
Annette hooked her lower legs on his shoulders and relaxed herself. His hips pressed down and forward on the smooth cushions of her ass and she felt coming close to being pushed across the rug. His pubic hardness eased in on her clit zone and grated against her with a fiery stimulation when he shifted his hips from side to side.
She rolled her hips and ass against the motions of Philip's mid-section and pushed back against him. They became as joined as two people could be and they sought to make it last.
"Nnnnnnn-nnnnnn-NNNNNN," Annette groaned through bared, clenched teeth, the tone of her voice rising with her excitement. "Gawd," she said finally. "Ohhhhhh, that's so good. I'm on fire, baby."
"Me too," he said in a straining voice. "You're hotter than ever."
She slid slow hands up his arms and clasped them behind his neck. She pulled, but he did not come down to her. She went up to him. Her mouth found his, and the furious probings of her tongue seemed to dissolve something inside him. His arms bent and he lowered with her, settling much of his weight on top of her.
Bent practically double under Philip, Annette nevertheless couldn't imagine anything better. He was as deeply embedded inside her as he could get, and she loved it. She squirmed below her waist, lifting her ass, seeking even deeper penetration, more of the exciting fullness of his pounding prick.
"Hey, baby," he murmured against an ear. "You're gonna get fucked."
"Don't stop," she answered.
He undulated into motion. His ass curled up away from her, his ridge scraping out the length of her tunnel with an electric caress. A quick thrust of his hard-muscled ass and his cock plunged into her craving deeps.
And on it went, the age-old and very familiar motions of eager fucking seeming like something entirely new and wonderful. That was the best thing about sex, Annette thought dreamily. The charm never wore off. The sensations never got tired, never got stale. The last time would be like the first time. Wonderful.
Climaxes stirred inside them both, seemed to take a deep breath and then erupted in its sweetly savage fury. Pinned under Philip like she was, hardly able to move, Annette feared she would be overwhelmed by the surging sensations, smothered by the vivid rushes of relief.
Somehow she survived it, and as Philip bucked out the last of his energy, she settled into aftermath with moans and groans of relief and dissipating awe.
"Oooooohhhh," she said finally. "Burn-out."
"If it wasn't for this, it would all be a complete waste of time," he said. They'd moved to the couch. They were on their sides, him behind her with his head propped up in one hand, gazing at the remaining fire.
"What would?"
"Finishing high school. What's that gonna get me?"
"Into college."
"Yeah. That and a few grand. At least. Which I don't have."
"Ever heard of working your way through?"
"If I'm gonna work I can work here, and not have to study, and have you."
"Lazy," she accused.
"I just wish it could be easier."
"So do I," she answered. And truthfully, she had been wondering what she could do about it. She'd come up with a couple of ideas, one in particular. Maybe it was time she started to pursue it. By now, he'd earned that much from her. At least.
CHAPTER THREE
Leo Levesque at least appeared happy to meet her, taking her hand warmly and repeating her name with a smile and asking how she was. For a moment there Annette thought that he was the one with something to sell instead of her.
New and used cars were Leo's game, and had been for quite some time. Maybe he thought of everyone as a potential customer. And he had reason. He owned the biggest car dealership in the county, and two mroe in neighboring counties. He sold trucks, too. Big time.
He was in his forties, stocky in build but something told Annette that little of his bulky size was flab. His graying, wavy hair was combed straight back, looking soft instead of slick, like some salesman's hair she could think of. He was handsome in a brutish sort of way, a look softened by the friendliness of his greeting and the gentleness of his hand.
Annette had called up yesterday for an appointment to see him, saying they could do each other a bit of good. They met now in his receptionist/secretary/accountant's office. She was an older woman who might have been his mother. No interruptions, Leo said to her.
His office was up a flight of stairs, over the offices below and part of the showroom. They entered into the middle of the rectangular room. To the right was his desk, filing cabinet, a long couch and visitor's chairs. To the left was a pool table and a modest wet bar.
"The best of both worlds?" Annette surmised.
"Too much work is bad for the system. A man must take time to relax." He spoke with a small accent but had no trouble at all with the language, as she would find out.
Annette was glad to hear him say that. It was encouraging to know he wasn't dogmatic about business, or could see no reason not to take some time out for amusement. Annette accepted a chair and watched him walk around to take his seat behind the large desk. He walked light on his feet, making him appear younger and vital.
He asked Annette what he could do for her and she went into her, for want of a better word, spiel. In sum, she was looking for someone to help put a talented but financially deprived student through college. She wasn't expecting a full scholarship, although that would be nice, but any help at all would be appreciated.
"I like this idea," he said. "I've seen too many people in need of help not get it."
"Good. Now all we have to do is arrive at a figure."
"Well, one thing I've learned is not to give something for nothing, so don't let me get your hopes too high."
"I did promise we could do each other a favor," Annette reminded, speaking in a soft, smooth, come-hither voice. "For instance, this wouldn't be an anonymous donation on your part. Your name will be on the check, and there will be publicity involved."
"That would move the amount up. I wouldn't want to appear stingy, after all."
"No indeed."
"But there would be a drawback," he pointed out. "Some might find it strange that I'm helping an English student and not a French one. It could work against me as much as for."
"Your welcome to contribute to both sides."
He chortled. "You're very liberal with my money. Miss Lincoln."
She smiled. "I'm a liberal person."
"Yes?"
"Yes," she answered cryptically, and left him to speculate on what it might mean, for a moment. "Anyway, you could say you helped us because we asked first."
He wanted to discuss figures then and she offered a few. Minimum required, maximum needed, and a few in between. He set back in his chair and lifted his eyes to a far corner of the ceiling to give it all some quick thought. Annette decided it was time to go to the clinchers. Subtly, of course.
"There is one other reason for you to give to the cause," she murmured.
He lowered his eyes to her.
"It would be an awful lot of fun," she informed.
"Fun?"
She let her gaze drift from him to one side of the room, then back to him. "Perhaps we could better discuss it on the couch," she said in that soft, inviting voice. She got up from the chair and turned and walked over to the couch, sat down on it with one arm reaching out along the back, and crossing her legs.
The nylon material of her stockings made an electric rasping sound, a kind of punctuation to the sight of her as she's sashayed across the room, ass twitching in the snug blue dress she had on, not to mention the display of her pouting, pointy boobs as she'd turned in front of Leo, or the hem of her dress riding up a little on those spectacular thighs when she'd sat down. It was all an invitation, and she now waited for his response.
He wasn't shocked. If he hadn't seen this coming he had at least speculated on it to some extent. He was a healthy, robust male, occasionally on the prowl, from what she'd heard about him, and as soon as they'd met she had sensed his interest.
Now there was a gleam in his eyes and she just knew his mouth was watering as he sat there, head back, gazing at her over his desk. Annette looked back, somewhat bright-eyed herself, still inviting, still waiting.
In deliberate fashion Leo got to his feet, came around the end of the desk, sliding fingers into his pockets as he approached. He stopped in front of the couch, looking down at her, all of her, more than once, in musing, speculating fashion.
"I should be shocked that a woman in such a position of responsibility would make such a proposition," he remarked.
"Why aren't you?"
"I don't know. There's something about you ... Could it be that you make your own rules?"
"It could be."
"I like that. It reminds me of me."
She smiled, genuinely amused. "Sit down. Let's see what rules we can agree on."
He eased down next to her on the couch, his pleased eyes giving her yet another once-over. Obviously he liked what he saw. And so did she. She wouldn't have been here otherwise. He was a big, handsome, cuddly brute and she was itching to pursue erotic potential with him. Once their business was out of the way.
"I think generosity should be the order of the day," Annette purred.
"Something for something, yes?"
"Yes."
"Beyond that, perhaps we don't need rules."
"I would be counting on your discretion, of course."
"And I you."
Annette lifted her hand from the back of the couch and touched the side of Leo's head, just above his ear. She lightly ran her nails through her clipped mane of hair.
"In that case," she said, "I don't think there's anything further to discuss."
He gazed at her with a subtly delighted look, coupled with an appreciation for an attractive, willing woman. If Annette had had any doubts about the power of her charm, they were now dispelled.
She couldn't help but feel flattered by her accomplishment. It was one thing to seduce a man, another thing to squeeze something out of him financially, and she had done both. And they weren't dealing in small change, either.
While some women would have backed out before it had gone this far, and others wouldn't have considered it in the first place, and others still would fear waking up feeling cheap, Annette was glad to be on the course she had taken, and glad that she would be going all the way. Leo was attractive, and interesting, a man worth sampling at least once. That a little wheeling and dealing were a part of the tryst was not a negative. In fact, it made it all that much more, well, interesting. Out of the ordinary.
Decadent, maybe. Or sordid. Or cheap. But that was part of the allure. Sex didn't always have to exist on a high plane. Two people could get down and dirty with it if they felt like it, as long as they kept a little perspective and remembered what was worthwhile and what was just fun. Variety was the spice of life, and one of the points of this exercise, and if a woman kept her priorities straight, she could go nuts. Have a ball. Why not?
"You're sure we won't be interrupted?" Annette said.
"Positive."
"Good," she said, and shifted herself over against him. She twisted and the outer curve of her near boob pressed into his side. She continued flirting her hand through his hair. With her other hand she nudged his knees apart, then his thighs, then assertively caressed the growing basket at the crotch of his slacks.
"If getting away from work is as important for you as work," she murmured, "does that make your pleasure drive?"
"I would say so."
"How promising," she said to that. "I think you remind me of myself as well." As he smiled, she kissed him. She prolonged it until his smiling stopped and he joined her, and longer still. Her hand worked up and down on the burgeoning hardness at his crotch as his hands encircled her, drawing her closer with ease. He was strong, and she quivered with the notion of all that power exploding inside her.
"I want to show you something," she said to him.
"You already have."
"More."
"My favorite word."
He allowed her to slide from his embrace and get to her feet. Her knees trembled a little as she stood in front of him, feet apart. Christ, this was really getting to her. She had come here today fearing it would be a chore to get what she wanted, but it was turning into a more unexpected pleasure by the minute, surpassing her best hopes.
I'm a nympho, she thought to herself with a secret, secret smile.
Annette reached back over her shoulders to start down the zipper of her dress. By grasping and pulling on the shoulders of it, she forced the zipper farther down by itself. At the same time she peeled the dress down off her shoulders, revealing what had been fairly obvious-no bra.
The front of her dress came down her arms and torso, slow and steady, slipping over the twin juts of her perky boobs and sliding to her pinched-in waist.
Annette pulled her hands free of the sleeves and let the dress hang for a moment. She slid her long, slender fingers up to cradle the under-curves of her boobs, then squeezed into the sculpted cones of flesh, lifting them slightly as she gave Leo a sultry look.
"What do kids learn in that school of yours?" he wondered aloud, smiling in enjoyment of the show.
"Aren't you interested in what I know?" she responded.
"Thanks for reminding me. You are quite something to look at. So far."
"So far?"
"More."
"Of course."
Not hurrying, she turned her back to him. Head turned over one shoulder, she reached back and slowly finished unzipping. The halves of her dress peeled away from each other and showed the narrow, lacy band of the black garter belt cinched about her waist. From the inside out, she had come dressed for the occasion.
Gripping the dress in two hands, she pushed it over her hips, rocking them from side to side to make it easier, and sexier. Usually Annette wasn't much for teasing, but today she felt like it. It seemed appropriate, somehow.
She had pictured herself on a stage once, going through the new version of the bump and grind-done to a rock beat-in front of a crowd of panting males. It would be nice having all that attention, she'd thought, but what happened once there was nothing left to take off? In real life a girl then had to leave the stage. That was no fun. This was a much better way to go.
Annette eased the dress down her nyloned legs, keeping her back straight while she bent forward. To go with the garter belt she had on matching G-string panties. A narrow band ran down between the spreading cushions of her asscheeks, neatly dividing them, setting them apart and on display in erotic fashion.
She let her ftackside sway before Leo's eyes, tempting him that much further. Looking back between her thighs, she saw him shift around in his seat, trying to make room for a certain something.
Annette left her dress in a cloth puddle about her feet and slid her hands up the front of her legs as she straightened. When she turned to face Leo again her hands were on her tits, rolling the coned-out forms on her chest while daintily tweaking the nipples rigid.
Eyeing her, Leo pulled at his tie. He tossed it away and his jacket soon followed. He toed his shoes off, got rid of his socks, loosened his pants and slid them from his muscular, hairy legs.
Watching him as he ogled her, Annette dropped a hand to the elastic front of her panties. She slipped her polished nails under the triangular patch and swirled her fingers on her mound. She reached farther down and underneath, and ran her fingertips to and fro along the folds of her pussy.
Leo hurried his shorts off and his bent cock sought to straighten itself. The head and part of the shaft came out from under his shirttail, then more of the shaft, with his burgeoning glans lifting away from his beefy thighs.
A shine entered Annette's eyes to make them glitter with interest. Her lips spread in a smile of the sweetest delight. "Yummy," she said.
His cock was big, and getting bigger. She'd started out thinking of him as a bear. Now she thought of him as a bull. Or a horse. Not a thoroughbred but a bigger, sturdier animal built for strength and endurance.
Wanting to get closer, Annette dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor. They weren't likely to hold her up much longer anyway, the way they were trembling. She moved in between Leo's outstretched legs and now her mouth watered as she witnessed his virile hard-on straining blindly up toward her.
She reached past it to the bottom button of Leo's shirt, and undid all the buttons of it, first wanting to see the part of his organ hidden under it, then wanting to see all of his bulky, hairy, charmingly beastly body. She'd never seen anyone quite like him. A fascinating blend of civilization and the wild. And that cock.
It was thick and long, and so heavy-looking that Annette marvelled over how it was able to sustain its own weight. Thick, dark veins ran over the shaft in random patterns, appearing to act as reinforcement to the throbbing energy within.
The sac at its base looked small compared with what was looming over it, but the hairy pouch was nicely stuffed with a succulent pair of plump balls. Very sexy.
Annette moved a hand to Leo's nearly upright cockshaft. Her fingers slid around the smooth, hot skin of it, her thumb slinking around the other way. They were just able to meet on the far side.
She drew the shaft to one side, then angled it back over Leo's belly, then drew it forward toward her. He was erect but his cock wasn't too rigidly set in the upright position, meaning he wasn't very excited yet, nor would he be for a while.
Apart from testing him, Annette was just enjoying having his hard cock in her hand, and having the leeway to play with it or just hold it or whatever she wanted. Sometimes it was hard for her to make up her mind on just where to start an assault on a hard-on, or how. With a cock like this, it was a challenge.
First, she had to get over how sexy it was. Tall and virile, it was also kind of intimidating, somehow making her think she didn't know as much as she thought she knew, that she was like a girl again, back at square one where cock-pleasing was concerned. But as she got better acquainted with his size and sexiness she felt more at home.
She slipped her loose grip up to the broad ridge, then over it onto the polished smoothness of the glans. It burned against her palm, and she wondered how that would feel like in her mouth.
She slid her hand down the base. Thrilled, his cock tensed, standing up taller and straighter and thicker. In turn it thrilled Annette. Now it was as taken by her as much as she was by it, in a way.
With a child-like fascination, Annette eased her brushing hand up Leo's length, then down, feeling another thrill go through him. She smiled, and lifted her eyes to his.
"Aaaaahhhhhh," he said playfully.
"I'm not taking too long, am I?"
"The longer you take the more generous you can be," he said.
"Here's hoping it rubs off."
"Not to worry, Annette. I'll take good care of your pet project."
Ts that wise, making promises before I've delivered?"
"I trust you completely."
She puckered her lips, motioning a partly impudent, partly affectionate kiss in his direction. Her gaze fell back to his pecker. While talking she had continued to smooth her hand over his shaft. The sensitive skin was turning pinkish red from the light friction, and was. starting to burn with a fire of arousal.
"Beautiful cock," she murmured, still marveling over it.
"You're a match for it. In fact, I'm sure you'll come out on top."
"I intend to." Crouching lower, her face coming down level with it, she added, "I'm gonna show it a thing or two, or three, or four, and in the end it won't look so big and strong."
Annette suddenly wrapped her other hand around the shaft, on top of the first one. Not holding him too tight, she slid her top hand up and her bottom hand down as far as she could in both directions. Then she simply slid her fists back together, and apart, and together....
"Oh my God," was all Leo seemed able to say in response to her two-handed, two direction stroking. "Oh my God."
Annette loved playing with a prick, using just her hands on them. It was probably the easiest way to please someone, and it gave her plenty of room to soak in the fun of what she was doing, and the effect it was having on the lucky guy. Hand-play was overlooked when it came to fooling around, she was sure. Not enough people appreciated it. She wished everyone would try it more often. Busy hands were happy hands, after all.
Leo's hands weren't still either. One of them wasn't anyway. Forefinger extended, he reached out to Annette with his right hand. She tilted her head to face him over his dick and he touched a corner of her lips with his fingertip.
He traced across her upper lip, back across her fuller, bottom lip, then across again, between them. Annette opened her mouth slightly and he eased his fingertip across the edges of her bottom teeth. Then her top ones.
She continued masturbating him, now starting a hand at the top of his pecker and running it down, her other hand chasing after it so that there was a virtually constant stream of friction rushing from his cockhead to his base.
Leo smilingly crooked his finger inside her mouth and pulled slightly. Teasingly, she resisted, then yielded, allowing herself to be drawn closer to his cock....
Her teeth bared. In a smile.
CHAPTER FOUR
Leo gingerly slipped the tip of the forefinger of his other hand between Annette's teeth and pried her mouth open. Not that she wouldn't have opened her mouth anyway, but it was more fun when he did it for her.
He drew Annette's head forward and down, bringing her open mouth past the tip of his cock. He took his fingertips from her mouth and her lips closed on the middle part of his glans. She clasped her hands about the base of his pecker and held on to it.
Planting his hands on the seat of the couch, Leo lifted his mid-section. Annette felt her lips spread and stretch around his broadly flared cockhead as it shouldered its way into her mouth.
She was open wide in a way she had never been before in such a situation. Her lips were drawn pretty tight before they slipped over his ridge onto the slightly more manageable barrel of his cock-meat.
Leo lowered his ass back onto the seat, pulling Annette's head down with it. Her mouth had become rather devotedly attached to his hard-on. At first glance you might have thought it had become stuck, but no, it was all Annette's doing.
She'd become curious about how much of him she could take. Now she was just dying to find out.
Her lips wriggled around his shaft, and as if to loosen up, and then she started to ease them down on Leo's cock. Her tongue quivered with excitement when his smooth underside started to slide over it. The roof of her mouth burned from the caress of his polished cockhead.
Bit by bit, Annette took in more of Leo's pecker. The throbbing fullness stuffed her mouth, leaving little room to spare, although as time wore on she would find that she could handle his size with a quite comfortable ease.
She wasn't able to throat him, leaving a little under a third of his shaft untouched. But she had taken more than she had anticipated she could and was satisfied. And Leo wasn't complaining. When she squeezed his cockhead into the opening of her throat he seemed to unravel inside. His arms and legs shuddered and went limp and his head fell back and he groaned deeply.
Smiling with accomplishment, Annette applied suction and lifted her mouth to his ridge. Immediately she dropped down on him again and pulled up with a swift, sure suck. That made Leo laugh enjoyingly and lift his head.
"Wonderful," he enthused. "Wonderful."
Annette opened her eyes to meet his gaze and glinted at him while twisting her mouth down on his cockshaft. He was watching in captivated glee while she fellated him with increasing boldness and abandon, getting a tad carried away, but she couldn't recall any rules against that, so....
Her eyes closed and she turned to concentrating on what she was doing, and how she was doing it. She mixed things up for him. For a moment or two she would bob her head swiftly on his cock, pumping his excitement with her wanton mouth. Then she would slow down to a crawl, sensuously drawing the hot tingles of arousal into his length. And at a middle speed she would make her mouth twist and wind and wash its way over his throbbing pole. And sometimes a slow slide would be followed by a quick one, and then something else.
"You're a roller-coaster, you are," Leo said to her at one point.
Annette brought her right hand into play, stroking the part of his cock that she couldn't reach with her mouth but also the upper portions of it. She worked the slickness of her saliva down to his base and kept adding more.
Sucking him with as little restraint as she was showing was exhausting her. She needed a breather. She pulled off of his cock and sank her ass back toward her heels, crouching between Leo's legs. Her eyes held on his fantastic length and she started jacking her hand up and down on it with motions similar to those of her mouth.
"You're really getting to me, you know that?" she fairly gushed.
"I'm still trying to believe what you're doing to me," he answered.
"Feel good, do you?"
"Great. Almost as good as my cock. It's getting pretty aroused, you know. Much more and I won't be able to control it."
"Why try?" she smiled up at him.
"You're too generous. Too good to me."
Maybe so, but Annette felt like she had it to give, so why not? And it was sweet of him to say what he had just said. Hell, she felt like doing more.
Instead of motioning another smooch in his direction, Annette ducked down and kissed the near side of his cockhead. She smooched again under that, and on down his smooth shaft.
She continued out and over his hairy balls, crouching lower still to push her face in between his thighs to kiss his nuts from the front. Up above, her nimble hand resumed stroking over his fiery cock-length.
Her tongue slid out of her opening mouth and she whisked the tip back and forth across his stuffed sac. He spread his thighs wider and she was able to lick underneath and up around on either side of his pouch.
She continued fluttering her tongue all over his balls, working it with feather-soft, blurring speed from side to side and up and down and sometimes in more languorous circles against one testicle or the other. His soft threads of curly hair tickled her tongue and lips, but she tickled him back.
Soon she was kissing at his balls again. Then she was making each kiss a small, quick suck. From there it was no great leap to scooping his nuts into her mouth and giving them a real suck.
Lips closed to squeeze in on the top of his pouch, Annette drew away from his crotch, pulling his balls tight in the bottom of the sac, inside the wet warmth of her mouth. Twisting her tongue, she wiped across the shapes of his meaty nuggets one way, then the other, back again, then up and over the first, then the second, with wet, scraping pressure all the time.
Leo inhaled deeply and seemed to shudder above her. He hadn't been teasing or kidding with her. He was getting pretty close to losing it. And Annette promptly decided where she wanted to catch it.
First she slid her tongue up the underside of Leo's pecker and glomped her mouth onto the glans. She swooped down on him, wanting to feel the sexiness of his organ in her mouth a bit more before proceeding to finish him off, and maybe herself in the bargain.
Maintaining her oral grasp on Leo's cock, bobbing her neatly coiffed head with practiced ease, Annette got both feet under her and lifted her ass into the air on straight legs. Bent over and still sucking slowly, she pushed her panties from her hips and down her long, nyloned legs.
With a rich slurp she pulled her mouth from him and stood up straight, but only long enough to step out of her very brief undies. From there she practically leaped on him.
She straddled his thighs on her knees on the couch, planting her hands on his shoulders as she sort of leaned over him. Her hips swayed, her body feeling a need to move with the excitement and anticipation that was building inside her. Playing with his big cock and thinking sexy thoughts had made her wet, and she'd been willing from the word go.
Leo's hands came to her writhing body. Playing over her swaying hips and her curving flanks, his touch was electric, sending rushing currents through her system and rousing her enthusiasm and anticipation even further.
He was a sexy man, there was no getting around that. And she saw that she could trust him to live up to his promises, first, and second, make things fun in the meantime. It was a double-barreled delight doing business with him.
Annette arched her body and shoved her titties into his climbing hands. She slid her own hands around behind his shoulders, leaning in close. She glued her mouth to his with a soulful kiss, which he received with due appreciation, and paid back in kind.
Leo's fondling hands left the fleshy cones of her breasts and swept down and around to the haughty cushions of her asscheeks. He squeezed the full-fledged crescents, pulled at them greedily, and pulled her in over his cock.
Annette gurgled with pleasure, enjoying his eagerness. She slid her knees farther in on the cushions of the seat and he slid his ass out a little. The point of his upright cock nudged her soft-haired mound.
Annette braced herself with her hands on his shoulders again, then lifted her pussy mouth up over his glans. Her gash was opened by the spread of her thighs and her arousal, and her lips were moist with leaking lotions.
The parted flesh settled onto Leo's cock-tip and started a luscious spread as she lowered herself. Her pussy shivered dreamily as she stretched it out around the rigid rod and started to fill it up with throbbing manhood.
Lowering, she rocked her hips and tilted her pelvis to make room for him inside her. It was going to be a tight fit, but she wanted it. She wanted it all!
Joyfully, she worked his cock into her sheath. She paused for a moment to tease a nipple into Leo's mouth and pull it away. It felt so good she did it again, then fed him her other nipple. He started nipping and biting at her smooth-skinned boobs, exciting her and deepening her longing for his prick.
Annette wiggled and worked and drove herself down until her pussy lips were tightly wrapped around the base of his cock and she was sitting on his balls. She leaned away from Leo to hold herself upright over his loins and squirmed around on him to perfect the fit of her pussy around his hard-on.
"Oh Jesus, that's a turn-on," she enthused. "I love it."
"Enjoy it," he encouraged.
"Now who's being overly generous?" she responded.
"Let me worry about that."
Annette rushed forward and plastered his lips with an ardent, wet kiss. She wired her arms about his neck and curved her body in on his, flattening her stiff-peaked tits on his hairy chest.
"You sexy man, you," she breathed. "I think I'll lose control before you do."
"Flattering."
"I'm not kidding either."
He chuckled enjoyingly. "Maybe we'll come together. Wouldn't that be fun?"
Without her having to think it, her folded legs flexed to lift her excited body, and the tight, fleshy pocket of her cooze started to slide up his fuck-rod. His ridge scraped wetness from her lining and fresh lotions rushed forth to replace it. The friction of the sliding action was deeply luscious and potently erotic, and new tingles replaced the old.
"Oooooh yeeaaahh," Annette cooed in a girlish tone.
Leo wrapped his arms around her in a loose, but loving embrace and kissed the side of her face that was nuzzling his. She had the freedom to move in his arms and she used it, up and down, up and down, on her flexing, sinewy thighs.
"Fantastic," he whispered emphatically against her ear. "You're incredible."
Hearing that, and the way he said it, turned Annette loose. With a whining sound she pushed herself upright, with her hands over Leo's nipples, and began to ride his cock with swift, hard slices.
She used the cock for her pleasure and used her pussy for his pleasure, and made it build and build. She rubbed her twat over his hard spike, and scraped and stroked, her body seeming to bounce off of his hips. Her firmed-out titties bubbled and jiggled on her chest. Head back, face flushed and contorting with excitement, shoulders twisting as her body squirmed and writhed up and down, she went wild.
"Mmmm, nnnnn, uuuhhh, ooooo, ooooo," she went, her voice strained and nearly breathless. She was up where the air was thin, about to break through rolling clouds into the sweet fierceness of the sun.
"Yes, yes," Leo rasped, racing neck and neck with her toward an ecstatic finish.
A terrific shiver rolled through Annette, shaking her climax loose. Her throbbing cunt pulsed the vivid sensations through her craving system, blasting her with thrill upon thrill of unrestrained release.
"Aaaaaagghhh, aaaaaahhhh, aahhhh," Leo called out in a gasping voice as she mercilessly pulled an intense climax out of his deeps. His hot jizz geysered into her clamping core and was spread down over his throbbing length as she continued to buck her body up and down.
Catching her with an arm, he toppled to one side and brought her down under him on the seat. He moved on top of her and crazily hunched out the last impulses of his climax. He softened onto Annette and she calmed under him.
She had gotten to him there, at the end. He couldn't help himself, couldn't stay out of the action completely. He'd had to do something to help unleash his pent-up passion or go crazy.
Presently, they separated. He shifted off of her to lie on his side against the back of the couch. She rolled to face him and drapped her upper leg over his thigh.
"We've been here a while," she murmured. "Your secretary must be wondering."
"Let her. She won't gossip."
"If you say so."
"Tell me," he said then, "what makes you so dedicated to this cause of yours?"
"Isn't it obvious?" she answered with a tell-tale grin.
"Ah-hah," he smiled back. "Well, perhaps we can make this an annual occasion."
"Perhaps, but I'm surprised at you."
"Why?"
"I'd have thought a man like you would prefer to make his contributions on the installment plan."
"Well, now that you mention it...." Annette laughed softly. "We'll see."
Annette left Leo that day with a guarantee of at least four years' tuition at the college of the student's choice, with more to come if that fee proved to be on a modest level. A kid could cover a number of other expenses if they chose carefully.
As for future contributions, well, that would remain to be seen.
Annette took Philip into her office soon as she had the chance and told him she had been working on a way to help advance his education, make it easier for him just like he wanted.
His delight was immediate. "No kidding? How?"
"I've come up with a benefactor-for the time being to remain nameless-willing to help pay your way. He's got his mind on the P.R. involved, but we shouldn't hold that against him."
"I'll try not to."
"I'll have to clear it all with the principal first, but I'm sure I can get us over the hurdle."
"Great."
"I knew you'd be pleased."
"Did you?" he smiled. "You didn't for a second think I might have been snowing you about wanting to go to college?"
"Not really. You knew you could make it, and you have no real reason not to try. And you're not so much of a rebel that you don't want to make something of yourself."
"Like you?"
"Like me."
"You seem to know me inside out. I guess you also knew how scared I was of...."
"Not making it? I had an idea."
"You didn't mention it."
"I figured too much talk would turn you off."
"Yeah. Sure. But whatever the reason, I'm not scared anymore. Thanks to you. You're really something for a guy's confidence, you know."
"I try."
"I won't disappoint you."
"I appreciate that. But don't over-do, okay? I'm pretty easy to please."
He grinned. "Remind me."
She was readily tempted.
Well, why not? She could see Randall in the morning.
The bespectacled Mr. Randall listened with his hands clasped behind his head as Annette put forth her proposition. She had a local prominent citizen willing to put up scholarship money for a disadvantage student. She had one in mind, and as soon as she got the go-ahead she would let the kid know.
That was how she put it to him. A little fast and loose with some of the facts, but necessary under the circumstances.
Mr. Randall reflected for a moment and then said, "Okay, I'll clear it with the right people and you're in business."
"Great." But she couldn't help noticing that he looked troubled by something. "Is there a 'but' in there somewhere?" she asked.
"Sort of," he replied. "It's too bad we have to confine this good luck to just one student."
"That's as far as the funds will go."
"Well, you found one person willing to give. There must be others."
"Yes," she allowed. "I suppose."
"Would it be too much trouble to ask you to look into it? See who you can come up with?"
"I guess I could do that," she found herself saying, not altogether sure what she was getting herself into. But not altogether leery of it either.
CHAPTER FIVE
Annette thought it was a good idea to try to help other less fortunate students at Dixon High School. It wasn't entirely fair that Philip be the only one, and there were those who could benefit from the break just as much.
The question became just how many she could help. Leo Levesque was not the only person around town who had money, but would they be as receptive to her proposal as he had been? Would they be as generous? Could they be persuaded? How far would she be willing to go to reach them?
To give herself a starting point, Annette went through the files and came up with the names of three students who had the most potential with the least chance of realizing it. Which would make four in all, two boys and two girls. A nice balance, and not too ambitious for her. Three more contributors she felt she could find, but more than that? Un-likely.
Next came the names of potential benefactors. In her mind she started north of town and worked her way south, writing down every major business she could think of. From that she made an A list and a B list.
Somewhere in the middle of the A's was Eric Racine. He wasn't a permanent resident but he did have a house outside of town and he held a large interest in the golf course that was being developed just south of town. His money might be all tied up in that, but a woman never knew. Besides, he was a handsome gent and it would be interesting just meeting him. Even if he was married to one of the best-looking women around.
She sent a letter marked Personal and Confidential to his Montreal office, inviting him to get in touch with her the next time he was in town. It concerned a matter of many benefits, she wrote.
Waiting for his response, Annette went to the name at the head of her A list and got started-
And got nowhere. As soon as the guy found out she was looking for money he turned right off, his eyes almost rolling back into his head as he ignored her. Annette could have ripped her clothes off and jumped up onto his desk and it still wouldn't have got his attention back.
Not exactly encouraging.
The second wasn't much better. He looked interested but also afraid. Of what she was never really sure. Her, his wife, himself, or maybe all three.
She was beginning to think she'd started with the wrong list. But then, a little over a week after mailing that letter, she got a call at her office from Eric Racine.
He would be in town over the weekend, having to check on some local matters. He could see her on Saturday evening. As it would be a short visit and he was coming alone he would be staying at the town hotel.
"Let me know when you're free and I'll be there in no time," Annette said over the phone.
"You wouldn't care to tell me what it's about?" he said then, curious. He had a charming voice, slightly accented. A dignified, handsome older man with a common touch to put anyone at ease with him.
"It has to do with back-scratching," she allowed.
"How very intriguing," he said to that, very intrigued.
He had a wonderful laugh on top of everything else, Annette found out. Unfortunately, or so she thought at first, it was prompted by her proposal that they help pay a student's way through college.
It was Saturday. He had called that afternoon to assure her they were still on and that evening to let her know he was free. He suggested the bar. She suggested his room.
He greeted her with his jacket off, tie loosened. He'd taken a two-room suite at the town's only real hotel-the rest of the traveler and tourist facilities being quaint inns and lodges both inside and outside of town. The outer room was perfunctorily furnished. They sat on couches facing each other.
Seeing him laugh, as wonderful as it was, Annette tried not to feel discouraged. She wasn't entirely sure what he was laughing at, anyway.
"Would you mind letting me in on it?" she asked in a friendly tone.
"History repeats itself," he remarked.
"Excuse me?"
"Around this time last year I was approached by someone looking for financing for an education."
"Oh no," Annette groaned, but finding herself in good humor, somehow. His must have been contagious.
"I gave it, too. Or, rather, my company did. It was kind of an investment, as she'll be coming to work for me when the time comes."
"Well, looks like I'm a little late," Annette remarked.
"Perhaps, perhaps not," he said easily.
"Meaning you're open to persuassion?" she asked, feeling her hopes rise. But were they hopes of success or hopes of conquest? She wasn't sure. Both, probably.
Shameful, of course, him being married, her being what she was. But it wasn't exactly something new, was it? Or something she wanted to fight.
"Giving at the office doesn't necessarily rule out a more personal contribution," he said.
"No," she said, "it certainly doesn't. I assume this requires me to make a personal appeal?"
"That has a logical sound to it," he answered. He was smiling subtly as he looked at her, inwardly enjoying the flirting around the main thrust of her proposition. He seemed to sense how far she was willing to go and appreciated her patience in getting there. He didn't go for the wham-bam approach.
"I'm glad," Annette murmured. "I hate being all business. It suffocates me."
"You have too much warmth. Too much energy."
"I sense you're pretty energetic yourself," she said to that with a subtle smile of her own. It was part inviting, part admiring. She liked him. Liked his willingness to let her set the pace. It had become obvious where things were leading, from looks and tones and the erotic tension that would have arisen between any two attractive people alone in a hotel room. He could have taken her by the hand and led her into the bedroom and used her and then write out a check. But he didn't. She was offering a better way and he had enough faculty to see it, and the sensuality to appreciate it.
In short, he wasn't going to make her feel cheap. She was lucky that he was too nice a guy for that. But he wasn't so nice that it was enough for her just to offer. Oh no. He wasn't a complete saint.
Not that she was going to hold it against him. She liked his looks, his manner, and bedding him would be fun on a variety of levels. It would have been a disappointment if he had refused this aspect of her proposal. Anyway, she was no saint herself. For better or worse.
"You probably see right through me," he murmured.
"I think we understand each other."
His smile widened. He shifted around in his seat. She saw why when her eyes dropped to the front of his pants. Looking between his parted thighs, she witnessed a tell-tale shape at his crotch. She let her gaze linger on it, speculatively, and let him see where she was looking. Then she lifted her eyes to him.
"Rewarding to know I have your interest."
"My growing interest."
"I'll bet you say that is all the girls. I'll bet you show it to all the girls."
"Actually, I'm pretty selective."
"I'm flattered. And I'm sure I can trust you're not all just show."
"I get the same feeling you're not all talk."
"Not too much talk, I hope. I wouldn't like to try your patience."
"What would you like to try?"
"I'm open to suggestion. Very open." She dropped her lingering gaze to his crotch again. He seemed to be getting bigger. He was getting bigger. She felt like shifting around a little herself.
Eric stood up. Holding his eyes on her, he approached. He slipped a hand into one of hers and drew her to her feet. She had to stand close or fall back onto the couch. She liked it. Liked looking up just a little and into his smoldering dark eyes, his sweetly enchanted face.
He put his hands on her waist and very lightly drew her against him. It was all the pressure he needed. She came willingly, pressing her boobs against his chest through the silky material of her red dress and her lower tummy against the hardness in the front of his pants. She shifted her hips sideways, grinding softly against him.
He nuzzled his way into a kiss. It was light and cozy and led into another, and another, then into something deeper and more lasting. Her arms rose and wrapped round his neck. She leaned into him, surrendering and inviting at once. His hands played down onto the crescended cushions of her backside and squeezed unabashedly.
"Higher education is proving quite the aphrodisiac for me," he murmured.
She laughed softly. "It's certainly bringing you good luck. In the fun department at least."
"Speaking of which, shouldn't we be getting out of our business clothes?"
"That has a logical sound to it," she recited playfully.
Smilingly, Eric led her into the bedroom. A pair of bright bedside lamps were on, illuminating a queen-size pad that was sharply made up and thoroughly inviting. Annette didn't notice much else about the room.
Annette and Eric undressed in front of each other without ceremony or further ado. They didn't hurry either-that might have meant they would miss something as they feasted their eyes on each other.
Annette was braless again, and had gone barelegged this mild spring evening. She stepped out of her panties and moved toward Eric without missing a beat. He was just getting out of his pants.
"Like some help?" she chirped suggestively.
"There's not much left." Just his bulging, straining shorts.
"The best part," she said to that, dropping her ass into the edge of the bed. She turned him to face her and dropped her eyes to the bulge before her.
Her hands closed into fists on the outer legs of Eric's shorts and she pulled them down with a slow determination. She would not be denied.
His dark bush spilled out over the receding waistband, then the base of his down-turned but outwardly straining hard-on. He was appealingly thick, with a nice length, but it was his obvious eagerness to be up and at 'em that most appealed to Annette.
Some wicked impulse casused her to stop with his waistband halfway to the end of his trapped cock. She looked up and said, "Are you sure you want to go through with this? It's not too late to back out."
"I should have known you'd be trouble," he answered, beyond being teased. A little, anyway.
Annette laughed softly regardless, then lowered her gaze and leaned forward to lick at the lower, exposed part of his cock-length. The outer part forced harder againsts its elastic, but not too elastic, bonds.
She appeared to be in no hurry to set him free. Tilting her head to one side, Annette licked across the barrel of his shaft, moving up onto his spry bush of pubic hair. She then twisted her head around to face the other way, brushed his hair in the opposite direction now and returned to his hard-on. She opened her mouth and teasingly bit at the hardness, and lightly scraped her teeth over it. He only grew harder.
Backing off at last, Annette brought her hands to the front of his shorts. She stretched the elastic to its fullest reach and yanked it over the end of Eric's pecker.
His reddened shaft swung up almost far enough to slap against his belly. It rebounded downward, bounced high, and worked its way into a set position a few notches above paralell with the floor. Pointing directly at Annette's smiling lips, not a foot away.
Distractedly she pushed his shorts past his knees. In fascination she watched his cockhead bobble and his shaft swing when he stepped out of the last of his clothing. "I think your growing attention wants to run away on you," she remarked.
"Run away with me, you mean," he responded. "With us both, actually."
"To paradise and back."
"All aboard."
Annette thought that a fine idea. She leaned forward again, her tongue sliding out as her mouth opened. She aimed the tip of her flat probe under the point of his cock and started sliding it down his underside. His cockhead was taken into the velvet oval of her lips and through.
She squeezed his glans into the nook of her throat and closed her upper lip tightly most of the way around a lower part of his shaft. She whisked her tongue into her mouth and let her bottom lip squeeze up into position, completing her oral ring around him.
"Mmmmmmmm," she groaned approvingly. Something in her makeup gave Annette a simmering satisfaction every time she went down on a sexy cock. It fulfilled her in some obscure way.
Clamping down on him with sensuous suction, she drew her mouth up to his cockhead. She swooped way down on him again and slid up with another luscious draw on his risen excitement.
Eric inhaled deeply above her, steadying his eroticized nerves. He shifted his feet apart and planted them firmly on the carpet. His fingertips went to Annette's shoulders, wanting to touch her but not interfere with the sleek, sure motions of her hungering mouth.
Annette tingled to the fit of Eric's cock in her mouth and throat and she fellated him with a perfect pleasure. Her tongue danced in and out, whisking busily against the under-portion of his throbbing, hot length. She lifted his balls with nimble fingertips and tickled their tops with her wicked tongue.
She could have gone on blowing him all night, but their time together was distressingly limited. But oh well, it probably wouldn't have satisfied her anyway. Very sexy cockmeat.
With a long, simmering pull up Eric's cockshaft, Annette reluctantly let go of him. She grasped the base of his shaft in one hand and lifted it upright.
Tilting her head, she ducked down and brushed across his balls with her tongue.
Opening her mouth, she fingered them inside. She flicked her tongue against his meaty testicles, sucked on them softly, then whisked her tongue over them some more.
Finally letting go of his nuts, she licked up around the base of his cock, through his bush and on up to his belly. She let go of his pecker, her hands going to his hips as she continued to lick upwards. She curved her body, leaning in toward him, catching the flared end of his cock and angling the shaft up high, her skin rubbing over it as she trailed her tongue ever higher on his body.
She licked up one side of his neck, then along his jawline and finally onto his lips. Her mid-section was leaning forward, trapping his cock between their bodies. She reached around and dug her fingers into the cheeks of his ass as she kissed him full on the mouth.
Prolonging the kiss, Eric wrapped his arms around and moved forward. He lifted a knee onto the near edge of the bed and toppled forward. He fell onto his elbows with Annette under him, her legs and arms suddenly wrapping around him with a possessive tightness.
She had to let go eventually, to ease up on her muscles and to catch her breath, and when she did,-he moved. He licked across a cheek, down onto her neck, trailing onto her chest....
Enjoyment emanated from Annette in bubbly laughter as she realized what his intentions were. Clearly he wanted to savor her as much as she wanted to savor him, in the time allowed. What a sweetheart he was.
Annette's nipples burgeoned uncontrollably when Eric licked quick, soft circles around them. Somehow he made her more responsive than she had been in ages. Or so it seemed. At times like this her memory failed her.
He licked from dome-shaped breast to dome-shaped breast and dallied in between before continuing his way down her increasingly aroused body. He pushed himself down through the embraces of her arms and legs, his knees dropping to the floor as he stretched his body out across the bed, his mouth now nuzzling at her pussy mound.
Her legs folded up and her feet slid onto Eric's shoulders. Her pussy was tilted up, fully open to him, and he wasted little time in letting his nimble tongue wind its way down onto her spread folds and parted inner lips.
He kissed her soft fore-flesh between fluttery passes of his tongue. The kisses became soft sucks and the motions of his tongue became more probing.
And then-then he was inside her, his tongue moving up and down and around just past her entrance, the muscle firm but as nimble as ever. He drew it out and looped up around her clit and slid back down and in, then out and up and around again. She was a merry-go-round and a roller-coaster all in one and going dizzy with rushing excitement.
Returning his tongue to the dewy heat of her cunt for the umpteenth time, Eric probed deeper instead of pulling out. With a sudden, fresh hunger Annette lifted to him, her midsection writhing in impassioned circles, grinding her twat against his mouth and seeking deeper, deeper penetration.
He knew what she wanted, and needed. He had made her want, and how. With Annette's heels raking over his back, he left her pussy and started to move back up over her. Her legs spread to either side, and her heels dug in behind the cheeks of his ass. She pulled at his shoulders with clutching fingers.
His mouth claimed hers with a searing kiss. She reached down between their bodies and grasped his pulsing hard-on and brought the smooth head to her honeyed gash. She slid her hand to his base and pulled.
His cockhead started into her tight, cushiony chute, and once started there was no stopping it. She took her hand away and he plunged his cock into her, all the way. It sent Annette's erotic dynamo into overdrive for a moment, veritably taking her breath away.
Writhing, twisting her body, she fought to get it back, and suddenly found herself fucking with Eric, undulating her body to lift her pussy against his penetrating prick and pulling herself away from his retreating slides. She was immediately lost in the rich, bodily pleasure of erotic friction against erotic friction, in the raunchy physicality of the age-old motions and rhythms.
Smiling, tingling, they went faster and they slowed.
They teased one another, then made it tantalizing, then teasing again. They bore down and eased up, stringing their pleasure along.
They rested, smooching, sometimes almost giggling from the fun of it all, savoring the passing moments, then continued. They were not so playful now. More serious. Getting down to the nitty-gritty.
Annette's breath came in gusts, mingling with increasingly tortured moans and whines of pleasure about to boil over. Harsh rasping sounds escaped Eric's throat.
Eric was quiet afterwards. He was more then just spent, he was distant. Lying beside her with a forearm across his forehead, he gazed at the ceiling. He'd been affectionate after coming, but had slowly retreated into himself.
Curled up on her side, facing him with a contented smile lifting the corners of her mouth, Annette murmured, "Not feeling guilty, I hope."
"Not terribly," he answered. "My wife is going to be suspicious when she finds out I've become a benefactor to another student from this town. Especially a girl student."
"I could arrange for it to be a boy."
"That would help. She'd assume his mother had seduced me into it."
"She knows you too well, your wife. Will there be trouble if she finds out the truth?"
"A kind of trouble. She'll come to see you, and one way or another get you into bed."
"You're kidding," Annette said to that.
"It's her way of keeping me from, I don't know, thinking I can get away with anything."
"She tries to spoil things for you?"
"Not spoil, exactly. Just keep things even."
"She sounds like an interesting woman."
"She is," he responded.
"Then why do you cheat on her?"
"I'm too easily tempted by a pretty face."
"What's the real reason?"
"That, and the fact that it all has become like a game to us. Me cheating, her catching up with me, it amuses us, in a way. Makes us feel closer together. We have a shared taste for decadence."
"Will you tell her about us?"
"No, but she'll find out. That's half the fun for her."
"What did you mean when you said she'd get me into bed one way or another?"
"Seduction, persuasion, blackmail...." he answered simply. "Whatever."
"And then what? She'll go home and gloat?"
"A little. She'll tell me how much she enjoyed making you squirm, and compliment me on my taste."
"And what will you do?"
"Oh, nothing melodramatic. Shrug, smile with resignation ... We usually wind up making incredible love."
"That's some marriage you have there," Annette remarked without knowing how she really felt about it, pro or con.
"It works for us," Eric replied.
"What about the women you both bed?"
"They tend to not want to see either of us crazy people again. Except for one. Her name's Karen. We both kept going back to her wild and willing self, and finally we all wound up in the same bed. Inevitable, I suppose."
"God," Annette said. It got worse. Or better.
"It's been going on for six months now. This is the first time I've strayed in that time, and it's got me worried."
"Why?"
"Well, we've been happy with Karen, Delia-my wife-especially. She might not want to play the game anymore. And then there's Karen. She might feel hurt in a way that Delia wouldn't."
"It's as if you've got two wives-no wonder you're worried," Annette observed.
"Then again, maybe Delia would get Karen to join her in the game. Maybe they'd both come visit you."
"Something tells me I've really put my foot in it," Annette remarked. "You could've warned me about this upfront."
"Would it have stopped you?"...." Probably not, but still."
"It wouldn't have stopped me either," he said, "if I'd thought of it at the time."
"Oh, you poor, helpless gash-hound."
"True," he said. "True."
"Which way do you think it'll go?" Annette asked. "I don't know."
"Maybe you should think about doing something to help your own cause, just in case."
"Yes. But what?"
"Well, go to her. Tell her that this time you might have done something you shouldn't have, or that feel sorry for. It's true, isn't it?"
"To some extent."
"It'll show her that this thing with her and Karen does have some meaning to you too, which she should appreciate, along with you being open and honest about it. She sounds like a pretty indulgent lady-meet her half way, in good faith, and she'll let you off the hook. And who knows? It might make her want you all the more."
"Perhaps."
"The players have changed. Maybe the game should, too. Talk about it."
"You're right," he acknowledged. "I'll do it."
"Let me know what happens. I want to know what to expect."
Not very long after that night, Annette met Delia Racine for the first time. She'd been invited out to the house-one of the finest if not the finest in the township-by Eric himself. He said over the phone that Delia knew everything and that his wife wanted to meet her.
Long blonde hair, blue eyes, light skin, Delia was a Nordic beauty. Annette was immediately struck by the thirty or so year old woman's loveliness. And by the ready warmth Delia extended to her. But after what Annette had learned about this marriage, she wasn't going to be surprised by anything about Delia.
Eric left them alone in the luxuriously appointed living room, going off Annette knew not where. Just leaving them in privacy, she assumed. She and Delia sat together on a plush sofa.
"Well," Delia remarked pleasantly. "I can see why Eric found you irresistable."
"Thank you. I can see why he keeps going back to you."
Delia smiled. "I can see he's told you everything, too."
"Yes. How's Karen?"
"Fine. She's in Montreal if you're wondering."
"I was. Not sure what to expect tonight and all that."
Delia smiled again, charmingly. "I understand. I've been unsure of what to do. I feel obliged to do something. Eric seems to expect it of me, and I am a wife after all."
"I can't take back what I've done," Annette said. "I'm not sure I would if I could. But I see your point. Eric feels guiltyk, and a wife has to have her pride."
"Are you saying I should just take you to bed and get it over with?"
"If that's what you want."
"You've got spunk, I'll give you that."
"You don't seem too enthusiastic, though," Annette noted.
"I'm thinking of Eric. This is the first time he's felt real guilt. I'm not sure I want to let him off the hook so easily."
"Why?"
"It might do him good to suffer a little. Make him think twice about wandering again."
"Why Delia, I do believe you have a secret wish to settle down into traditional matrimony."
"Not traditional. Three-way."
"Ah, with Karen."
"There's good potential there. We don't need outside pursuits."
"If it means anything," Annette said, "I pursued Eric. He didn't pursue me."
"He didn't resist."
"This time. Next time might be different. You know what they say about once burned...."
"I'd like to believe that," Delia said.
"Trust me," Annette said. "Better yet. trust him. And the sooner you let him off the hook, the sooner you can have him back."
"There is that," Delia conceded, quickly mulling it over. "Alright. I'll follow the usual path and see if it doesn't lead back to him for keeps this time."
"It's too bad you two never learned simple forgiveness," Annette observed. "It would save you a lot of trouble."
"Oh, it's no trouble," Annette said with a different kind of smile-illicit, maybe a little lecherous. She started leaning toward Annette as she spoke, lifting a finger to the redhead's chin. "No trouble at all."
Delia touched Annette's lips with a soft kiss, and another, and one more. Annette felt herself blushing but otherwise, nothing. At first. But then she could feel her body and her system and her feelings begin to accept this strange advance, and welcome it. It had come up rather suddenly, that was all.
Delia moved her hand up to cradle Annette's cheek and applied a more lasting kiss to the redhead's receptive mouth. She dared to flirt her tongue between and across Annette's lips, and Annette opened her mouth to let their tongues touch.
"How's that for enthusiasm?" Delia murmured.
"Better," Annette smiled. She was feeling good, and not just sexually. She'd caused a rift in Eric's marriage, hard as that may be to believe, and was only too happy to be a part of smoothing things over, and maybe even making it better than it had been. "I'm feeling pretty enthusiastic myself," she added.
"Maybe we better get ourselves to a bedroom while we can still walk," Delia suggested. "Unless you're comfortable right here?"
"I'm not particular about where. Just who."
Delia took that as the perfect reason to intitiate another kiss, and to stay right where they were. She probed intimately into Annette's welcoming mouth and let her arms slip around the woman's shapely body.
Annette surrendered to it all, including herself. Her hands went to Delia, pushing the hem of her satin dress up a nyloned thigh with one of them. Her hand came suddenly onto bare skin, smooth as liquid under her light fingers. Nylon stockings. Just the thing for a woman like Delia. Annette was wearing them, too, under her dress.
The two women squirmed closer together on the deep, over-cushioned couch. They became entwined as they lay back in it, smooching soulfully. Annette draped a leg over Delia's legs as they embraced and the fronts of their bodies touched, the coned hills of their tits bedding together. It happened over a period of minutes, or ages, or seconds, it was hard to define which.
They came up for air presently, and when they did Delia pushed herself away from Annette, into a kneeling position on the couch. She started taking off her dress.
That struck Annette as a delicious idea, and she bounced up onto her knees to get out of her evening dress. Underneath she had on the white garter belt and panties and slightly darker than flesh-colored hose.
Delia was braless, too. The rest of her lingerie was black and very chic. She gave off the impression she dressed this way for her own enjoyment more than anyone else's. But Annette liked it-a lot.
On their knees the two women moved toward each other. Their hands touched each other's hips. Their bellies and boobs nudged together. They touched noses, smiling with girlish delight in each other's eyes.
"Ooops," came Eric's voice from across the room.
Both turned to look.
"I wondered how you were getting along," he said.
"I decided to take what you had had and let bygones be by-gones," Delia said to him. "Like always."
"Not quite."
"Oh?"
Delia paused to whisper something to Annette, who giggled in small surprise and then nodded eagerly. Delia looked back to her husband and said, "This time around I want you to watch."
"Watch?"
"You fantasize about me and your other women, don't you? It's probably part of the fun for you. Well, why not have a look at the real thing?"
"If you insist," he said easily. He started forward, toward him.
"Enjoy it," his wife advised. "This is the last time I'll be doing it. Cheat on me again and you'll just have to live with yourself."
"I don't know if I can do that."
"Good. Karen and I will appreciate that."
"Poor Karen," he said. "I've cheated on her, too, haven't I?"
"She'll forgive you. Once. Which is more than I will."
Eric sat down in an easy chair facing them. "Do you mind if I enjoy this?"
"Enjoy it later, in your dreams. Right now I don't want to catch those hands doing anything. Just watch."
"You're right. You are unforgiving."
"More all the time."
He seemed to approve. "I'll be good," he promised.
She motioned him a kiss and turned her eyes back to Annette. "Well, hot stuff," she sighed, "you said it was okay if he watched. How do you want to start?"
"Just kiss me some more. Let it go from there."
In the next breath Delia's mouth was on Annette's. The kiss was soft, but moist and deep. Their slender arms slipped around each other's shapely and erotically clad body.
Annette didn't know whether to forget about Eric or keep him in mind. She'd gone along with Delia's request to keep things smoothed over and because at the time it had struck her as an interesting idea, having an audience. Might be fun. She decided to find out.
Annette felt Delia's right hand slide under her panties at the back and reach way down underneath with her fingertips. An aggressive move, either natural or for Eric's benefit. Probably both.
In her own way Delia was trying to permanently kill off the old game of getting even. Either she had grown tired of it or had found one she enjoyed more-being at home with Eric and the mysterious Karen. And after she had succeeded, Eric would feel the same way.
Annette was delighted to play a part of it. She liked to help people, and doing good for grown-ups made a change from helping out kids all the time. Although the methods for both didn't seem so different lately. Ironic, that. And fun.
Indulging in a soulful kiss, Annette pushed Delia's panties from her hips and ass. She sliced a slender hand between their bodies and slid it down to cuddle and caress the blond woman's pussy.
Delia almost immediately brought her exploring hand around front and slipped it down onto Annette's privates. Turned partway toward Eric to give their hands greater freedom of movement-or was it to improve his view? They stroked one another frankly and intimately as they went on with their lascivious smooching.
He must have seen Delia and Karen touching each other, getting it on, but that would be different. There, Karen belonged to both of them. Here, Annette was Eric's, and Delia was taking what was his and making it her own. It was a suble difference, but important. One was sharing. The other was a kind of punishment for cheating.
It was also a kind of forgiveness, which made it a soft punishment. Which made Delia more forgiving than she claimed to be. It was a way of letting Eric off the hook, after all.
There was forgiveness in letting him watch, too. Delia could have shown him the cold shoulder, left him to stew in his own juices while she took care of this bit of business in private. Instead she was giving him a gift, like a feel-better kiss.
True, Delia may have been just trying to play it smart. By showing Eric what he had been missing she perhaps hoped it would cure his curiosity and make him less lecherous in the future-she had suggested that part of the reason he strayed was the fantasy of her claiming his prize. If reality was hot enough, it made fantasy useless. But Annette preferred to believe her first hunch. That under it all Delia was just a softie and Eric knew it and that it was enough for him. With Karen thrown in, of course, God, what a strange marriage.
The next thing Annette knew, she was being pushed down onto her back on the couch. Leaning over her, kneeling between her legs, Delia grabbed her panties and pulled. The flimsy underthings slipped from Annette's nyloned shanks without resistance.
Annette sat up in spunky fashion and took fingerholds on Delia's panties, yanking them to her knees. Delia lifted them one after the other so her undies could be pushed off.
Then Annette was being pushed down onto the seat again, and Delia was coming down on top of her. The long, light-skinned body settled onto Annette's body like a blanket, though it left Annette's spread shanks out in the open. The warm, wet mouth fused with Annette's, the tongue stroking with a kind of softly throbbing energy.
The lewdest, sweetest thrills were unfurling through Annette's system. This was no ordinary, everyday experience she was living through. She didn't know what could be wilder.
Delia's plush tits were smothering Annette's boobs with their smooth, sexy warmth. The front of her body undulated against Annette's as she squirmed to get closer. Their pussy mounds were gnashed together, and every grating movement sent a fresh wash of thrills out through their craving loins.
Annette dug her heels in to either side of Delia's feet and lifted herself against the blond woman. She ground her hips to one side, rubbing back against Delia with a deft, determined motion.
"You're getting into the mood, aren't you?" Delia remarked delightedly.
Again Annette writhed under Delia. She couldn't help it. "You're bringing out the beast in me," she gushed in a breathy voice.
"That's what I want," Delia said. "The beast. I want to tame it, and leave it purring inside you."
"Mmmmmmm," Annette responded with a wriggle. "Sounds good to me."
Delia pushed herself a short way down on Annette's body, her tummy pressing onto the redhead's cunt mound as she licked and kissed down onto her deep-breathing chest. Another slight slide and Delia was mouthing onto Annette's up-reaching boobs.
Shivers of anticipation and arousal caresses through Annette as Delia began to make love to her for real. The blonde woman's lips were like fire on the sensitive, erect peaks of her breasts, and her nimble, pointy tongue seemed to know just where to touch her maximim stimulating effect.
Annette's head turned dizzily to one side, and her eyes settled on Eric. He was intently watching his wife nibble on Annette's boobs, his fingers interlaced in front of his mouth, elbows resting on arms of his chair. The bulge of his cock was visible in his pants. What he was going to do for relief Annette didn't know. How long he would or could wait she didn't know either.
As long as Delia wanted him to, Annette supposed. He would wait, he would suffer, he would endure, and finally earn her strange brand of forgiveness and be set free of his remorse.
Strange, Annette thought. But who was she to knock what worked? Hell, she was thrilled to be a part of the process.
More thrilled all the time....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now Delia's blond-haired head was bobbing with short motions as she sucked onto and lifted off of Annette's swollen boobs. She was spreading her lips out wide to enclose as much of each tit as she could. Her lips closed in toward the peak as she raised her head, then pulled the nipple up and away as her head continued to rise, stretching the tit-point and the upper reaches of the boob itself to tingly limits. When she finally let go of the nipple it snapped back into place and the flesh of the breast rippled subtly.
Delia seemed entranced by the process, hypnotized by it. She kept coming back down to do it again, and again, one boob, then the other, back and forth, always with a captivated smile on her beautiful face.
Annette didn't know how much more she could stand before she did something rash. The luscious tugs on the point of her boobs seemed to be reaching as far down inside her body as her pussy. Each fresh suck brought a vague, tingly throb of response down there, unleashed another dollop or two of honeyed wetness, made her walls alight in a slow simmer. Her breath was coming in heavy gusts. Soft whimpers were sounding from her throat.
At long last Delia seemed to catch on to what was going on inside Annette and proceeded to push herself farther down the redhead's body. Brushing her tongue over Annette's body as she went, her hips slid down between Annette's rising and lowering knees and beyond. Her shoulders came down between the slow-working thighs, elbows planting under the restlessly flexing legs.
Delia stroked back through Annette's cunt bush with the tip of her tongue, starting just above her clit zone and moving away from it. She then started licking with the flat of her tongue in the same manner, brushing the patch of hair flat as she caressed over it time and time again.
Annette's pelvis rocked back and tilted the mouth of her pussy upward. She used her hips to try to catch Delia's tongue on her more intimate portions but Delia eluded her.
"You're driving me crazy," Annette rasped finally. "Lick my pussy. Lick me where it counts."
Delia gave in-gradually. She inched farther down between Annette's writhing legs and faced her pussy from straight on. That look of illicit amusement was in her eyes again as she gazed upon the delicate details of Annette's privates. She licked her lips in a gesture of delight and anticipation.
In her impatience, or horniness, Annette ran a hand down between her thighs and sawed her fingers to and fro over the lips of her pussy, giving it some of the attention it so achingly cried for.
Delia was pleased to see the depth of Annette's need but she disapproved of the woman taking things into her own hand, so to speak. She bared her teeth and gave a few warning bites to Annette's meddling fingers, chasing them away from the area, albeit in a playful sort of way.
She was not so quick to take advantage of the situation. Her tongue flicked out at the folds of Annette's forepussy, but did not linger on them. That pleasure took its time in arriving, at least to Annette's mind. In reality it was only a fistful of seconds.
"Mmmmmmhhhh," Annette groaned as she felt the heavenly caress off Delia's tongue sliding up over the outer edges of her inner lips. Toward the top of the slit, Delia's tongue touched her with added pressure-a little something for her clitoral enjoyment. Annette's voice sounded a delicate, joyful tone.
Annette's eager responses now seemed to encourage Delia, lure her on to more intimate and enjoying explorations of Annette's steamy privates. First, she placed her hands on Annette's crotch, fingers to either side of the center-slit. Then she eased it open, wider, wider still, and held it like that, and went to work with her tongue.
Wriggling her tip into the bottom of the gash, she swept it up and over Annette's stiffened clit. A few more licks like that and she started wiggling and flicking her tongue tip up and down the moist opening. She ran her tongue around Annette's inflamed girl-cock and buffed over the top of it. And for a moment of the sheerest heaven, she sucked on the knotted bud.
Annette was lost inside her swirling libido. She wanted everything. She couldn't hold herself still to enjoy one thing. Out of control, her hips swept her drooling pussy up against Delia's mouth and ground the swollen sex parts against her.
Delia's mouth opened wide against Annette's outer twat. Her wriggly tongue ventured forth as if having to seek Annette's already gaping and waiting inner hole. Finding it, she centered her probe in the thin, wet line, probing into the heated flesh.
The penetrating pressure and slippery friction of Delia's tongue stirred Annette where she lived. Her pussy rose and pushed itself at Delia's mouth with even greater want than before. Her inner hunger, tasting relief, only wanted more.
Seeming to find her generosity at last, Delia plied Annette's pussy with the caresses she craved. Stabbing smoothly in and out of the hot hole, she swirled and twisted her wicked probe in all directions, drawing pleasure and excitement out of Annette's flesh and feeding it into her system.
Delia glued her lips to the outer pussy area and shook her head between Annette's thighs, stimulating the swollen fore-flesh with her pressing mouth as she worked the inner parts with her tongue. She sucked Annette's richly anointed inner pink sponginess and let go, sucked and let go. She was a lewd well-spring of stimulation, gushing into Annette's parched system.
Head rolling when not whipping from side to side, body writhing continuously, hips and pelvis swaying and rocking to their own private rhythm, Annette was carried away on a rising tide of pleasure.
Gasping, crying out with dainty, feminine sounds, she felt her climax bunch inside her. The gathered energy rumbled a silent warning and then exploded outward with blast after blast of searing release. The hard, quick pangs went on and on, pounding her aching desire into nothingness and filling her with the delicious sweetness of joy and contentment.
"Aaaaah, aaaaaah, aaahhhh," she cried out softly, over and over, in simple, profound delight.
"Mmmmm," Delia responded warmly, sucking sweetly at Annette's sated pussy. The redhead softened all the way through before her, against her mouth. She held on a moment or two longer, tongue-cuddling Annette through a series of lovely after-shocks.
Then Delia was pulling herself from Annette, moving up onto her hands and knees between the redhead's nyloned legs. Then she was moving from there up to sit on the back of the couch, her back against the wall.
Annette sat up, and found a long, nylon-clad leg in front of and behind her, her own legs out under the one before her. Leaning to one side, she was leaning toward the juncture of those gorgeous legs that were trapping her. It was at face level.
Annette was looking up, holding eye contact with Delia all this time, Annette eager to reciprocate the pleasure Delia had just now shown her, Delia eagerly anticipating it.
Annette slid her pointy probe way out and wriggled the tip into the lower part of Delia's blond bush, on the upper part of her outer pussy. Just a little tickle to break the ice, and suggest to Delia what she was in for.
"Is your husband still behaving himself?" Annette asked.
"Mm-hm," Delia answered, nodding quickly, without looking at Eric.
"Some will power," Annette remarked. "Or will you do something terrible to him if he steps out of line?"
"I'm sure he'd find it terrible," Delia answered, saying no more.
"The reason I'm asking," Annette said, "is I don't want to excite him too much. I've gotten him into enough trouble already."
"Don't worry about it."
"Isn't this dangerous for you, too?" Annette asked. "If he likes what he sees, he might chase after me behind your back?"
"He won't have the time. Or the energy. Or the heart."
Another thought occured to Annette. "You won't come chasing after me, will you?"
"No," Delia answered truthfully.
"Too bad," Annette said to that, and showed Delia another wriggle of her tongue.
Delia smiled. "Well, maybe if Karen moves on...."
" 'Too soon to let Eric off the hook? We could give the arrangement a try-out."
"Too soon," Delia answered. "He's enjoyed you, now I intend to. Without cutting it short."
"I guess that's fair," Annette smiled. Sliding her ass out toward the edge of the seat and rolling onto her hip, she leaned in between Delia's legs, her mouth opening and her tongue coming out, head back, weight on one hand as the other one came up to Delia's pussy, eyes on it now too, all of her focused on it with one goal in mind....
It was close to two hours before Annette left the Racine house that night. She had her dress back on but her panties had wound up in her purse. Her knees felt a little wobbly, but she could drive okay.
It had been one of the most memorable nights of her life and she was sorry to see it end. But her part in it had reached its intended conclusion. She had served her purpose. She comforted herself with the hope that someday their Karen would move on and they would find room for her in their lives. Who knew? Maybe someday.
Coming to her front door, Annette had a feeling that at that very moment Eric and Delia were lustfully having at one another in their upstairs bedroom, or on the bathroom rug, or on the dining room table, wherever they'd happened to be when they both decided they had had enough of game playing and it was time to kiss and make up.
Annette tried to put it out of her mind. She'd had a memorable experienced. She'd helped them out. Best of all she now had what she'd set out to get all locked up. There was a lucky student out there who could now look forward to a brighter future.
Who should it be?
"Lana," Annette said brightly, walking up to a pretty blonde girl standing outside the front entrance of the school. It was Monday afternoon, classes were out, and Lana was waiting for the bus. "I've been looking for you."
"Here I am," said the pretty senior in her quiet but friendly way.
"I was hoping we could have a private chat," Annette said. "Could I give you a ride home?"
"Urn, okay."
They went to the faculty parking lot and got into Annette's car.
"I'm not in trouble am I?" Lana asked uncertainly.
"Far from it," Annette replied, and on the short ride to where Lana lived, just outside of town, she explained that she had found a benefactor who had agreed to make it possible for a student to go to college. Knowing Lana was interested in furthering her education and that she had potential, "You were the first person I thought of," Annette concluded.
"You mean, somebody would pay my way?"
"Whatever you couldn't handle yourself."
Lana didn't say anything else. The look on her face was not what Annette had expected. The girl looked almost stricken.
"What's wrong?" Annette asked. "I thought you'd be pleased."
"I can't take it," Lana said.
"Why not?"
"My father would never let me. It's charity."
God, Annette thought in sudden frustration. Was there no end to complications. "It's a gift," she argued.
"From a stranger?" Lana replied. "My father would only see that one way."
"Charity," Annette muttered. "Well, what's so terrible about charity?"
"My father's a proud man," Lana confided. "He believes in earning your way, and he's stubborn about it. Always has been."
"How do you feel about it?"
Lana chose her words carefully. "He's worked hard to give me what little I do have ... I can't turn my back on him."
Shit, Annette thought.
Annette could have found someone else. It wouldn't have been hard. But it also would have been a great shame to let potential go to waste, and a bright girl wind up without a future before she was twenty years old. It didn't take Annette long to determine to change Clifton Campbell's mind about certain things.
She sought him out where he worked, as a cook in a diner on the town's main street. He was too busy to talk to her then but agreed to meet with her later. He seemed worried that his daughter was in trouble and Annette did not dispel the notion. Maybe his relief when he learned otherwise would work in her favor.
He'd wanted to come to the school. She asked him where he usually went after work and he mentioned a bar and she said that would be fine. His shift ended at three and he was there at three fifteen. Annette was waiting.
Clifton was around forty, graying hair, fit enough looking. Handsome enough, too, she couldn't help noticing. He struck her as the quiet type, preferring his bars near-empty, as this one was now. A country song was playing on the juke box. He got a bottle of beer from the friendly bartender and came over to join Annette at a corner table.
"Strange place to discuss school business," he remarked easily. He didn't strike her as the overly proud or severe type. She'd expected someone either bitter at the world or a fire and brimstone Bible-thumper.
"It's more of a peronal matter," Annette explained. "At least, not official."
"What's up?"
"You care for your daughter very much, don't you, Mr. Campbell? You want the best for her?"
"The best I can provide." Ah, she thought. There it was. The best he could provide. He, and only he, said his tone of voice. Regardless, she asked, "And if someone were to suddenly provide her with something you couldn't?"
"In return for what?"
"The simple satisfaction of giving."
"I'd forbid it. We can do alright with nobody's handouts."
"Even if it's something she could benefit a great deal from? Something she wants?"
"Just what are we talking about?"
"A college education."
"College," he said in near-disgust. "All that does is give people ambition. Make more money so you can buy a bigger house and two cars instead of one. And where does it leave you? No further ahead."
"But what if it's something your daughter wants? Better yet, what if you could provide her with it?"
"Me? How?"
"Simply by giving your okay. Because without your sayso, it doesn't happen. And if it does, you're the one she'll be grateful to."
"Still charity," he resisted.
"More like an investment, actually," Annette countered. "In the future. Lana has a bright mind. She could go far, do a lot of good."
He still didn't appear swayed.
"She'd be earning the money," Annette argued on. "Only it would be after she got it instead of before."
"I still don't like it."
"You're a hard man, Mr. Campbell. I can see I'm going to have to soften you up before I get any further."
"I think this is about as far as it goes," he said to that.
"Don't be so sure. Are you too proud to accept a lift home?"
To her small surprise, he wasn't. He actually accepted her offer. She wondered if it was because he'd been on his feet all day and wasn't looking forward to the walk or was there another reason?
Arriving in his driveway a short time later, Annette parked the car and shut off the engine. "I just invited myself in," she said to him. "How does that rub you."
"You gonna wait for Lana so you can gang up on me?"
"Lana won't be home for quite a while," Annette stated. "She's helping with the decorations to the spring dance. Looks like you're stuck with me."
"You're gonna wind up disappointed," he warned.
"I'll take my chances."
They went in.
It was a small house, with a clean kitchen and a neat living room and two bedrooms across the hall from one another. Annette took off her boots to keep from slushing up the floor and hung up her coat next to Clifton's. He offered a beer, which she declined. Coffee too.
Annette took him by the hand and led him toward the living room couch. He came along tenatively, not sure what to expect, or if this was at all proper.
She sat him down, and dropped to a seat next to him.
"What's so terrible about charity anyway?" she asked in a soft voice, still holding his hand, on his near thigh. She had tried to pretend it wouldn't be charity and that had failed. Might as well attack head-on, she reasoned now.
"I just don't believe in it," he said gruffly.
"What does it do? Make you feel you're not living up to your obligations?" She was sympathetic.
"Something like that, I guess."
"People don't mean to make you feel that way when they give," she pointed out. "They want to help, not hurt."
"Good for them."
"What about you? Haven't you ever been a charitable person?"
"Me? With what?"
"Everybody has something that someone else needs, or wants."
"What have I got?" he wanted to know. He sounded bitter, and it made her think that his problem wasn't accepting charity but rather not being able to reciprocate, not having anything to give. Or thinking he didn't have anything. If she could change his mind about that, show him that he had been underestimating himself, it could soften him up. Make him feel less inadequate, more secure.
"Funny you should say that," Annette said in a low, confiding murmur. "Ever since I saw you I've been thinking you've got something I want."
"Oh?"
"I don't know if I should dare tell you. It's scandalous."
Their eyes met, and presently he said, "I think I know what you're talking about."
"It's difficult for me," she said. "In my position I have to be so careful, about my reputation. A girl can get so...."
"I know exactly what you mean," he said.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Playing the frustrated school-marm, she was feeding Clifton a line of bullshit, but her conscience was clear. If it made him feel charitable, it was a step forward. And if it eventually made him feel more receptive toward charity, it would be completely worthwhile.
"Do you find me attractive, Clifton?" she asked. "Yes. Very."
"Then why don't you kiss me," she suggested delicately.
With an odd half-smile on his lips Clifton leaned over and softly kissed Annette on the mouth. She responded modestly, cushioning his lips with her own. She let her hand slip from his and move up closer to his crotch.
"I need it so much," she whispered against his ear, turning up the heat. "You don't know how long it's been."
He smooched at the side of her face and neck. His hand went to her far knee, starting to slide up her thigh, pushing her dress up as he went.
"I'm shameless to say it, but I want to, I don't care. I want you. I need you."
"You are shameless," he responded. "But I understand."
She kissed her way around to his mouth, and as they became fused together there she moved her hand onto his crotch. The firm bulge of his growing cock was thick against her palm and fingers, and it burgeoned as she rubbed over it.
A line of bullshit, or was it? She was starting to feel very much the frustrated spinster, wanting it more and more.
Clifton was responding eagerly, as if he had been waiting for this opportunity, not to fuck an attractive woman as much as prove that he had something to give too, that he did not have to always be stuck in the receiving end of the line. Before he could take a little he had to give a little.
Annette was happy to give him the chance. She was already enjoying this. And it would do him some good, too. It would do Lana the most good, and that was the happiest part about it.
Annette leaned back on the couch. Clifton stayed with her, twisting in his seat and leaning in over her. His hand slipped between her parted thighs, coming to the bare sections above her nylons and basking in the smooth-skinned warmth of them.
She slinked her arms about his body and hugged herself to him. Her mouth lunged up against his, seeking deeper and deeper kisses. When he fit his cupping fingers on her thinly covered pussy she closed her thighs on his hand, trapping him there with firmer pressure. He stroked up and down over her twat.
"I think we both might be more comfortable in bed," he said finally. "Think you can make it?"
"Think you can stop me?"
Smilingly they broke apart and got to their feet. They walked together to his bedroom. He asked if she was sure Lana wouldn't be interrupting, and she said she wouldn't have been here if she wasn't.
Annette moved toward one side of the bed, starting to undress. Somehow Clifton wound up on the other side, but he was no less reluctant to get out of his clothes. All of them. Just like Annette. Every last stitch.
She felt a visceral excitement coursing through her veins as she moved onto her knees on the bed, her eyes running over Clifton's now naked, hairy body, his hard cock pointing at her. He was a man she would have bedded without ulterior motives, had the opportunity presented itself.
Her anticipation climbed as Clifton approached her, also on his knees. Her hands went to the front of his body, fingers combing up through the mat of his chest hair, slipping onto his shoulders and down his strong arms.
She remembered she had started out with him by playing a role. It would be safe to stay in that character, but it was also getting to be fun.
"I'd almost forgotten what it's like," she lied smoothly. "Let me just appreciate you for the next little while, okay?"
"Okay," he smiled indulgently, looking happier and more full of himself by the minute. Usually when it came to charity people thought of and gave money. He was giving his body. He was giving sex to a woman who supposedly had gone too long without. Which made him just about the most generous guy in town. Compared to this, a little money for his daughter's education was chicken feed. Hell, no shame in accepting that. Not after what he had dished out.
Annette continued playing her hands over Clifton's body. One of them slid down by the base of his cock and went underneath, discovering his balls. She gave them a light squeeze and a cuddle, and felt his cockhead nudge her lower tummy as it reached its fullest dimensions.
She let her other hand slip onto his shaft, and curl around it in a loose grip. Starting at the flared knob, she slid her hand slowly toward his base, marvelling at the thickness and length of his organ.
"Lie down on your back," she murmured to him.
He obliged, not in the least bashful about being under her staring eyes. They were growing shiny with lust, after all, so why would he be?
She straddled his lower legs and dropped forward onto straight arms. Leaning forward, bending her elbows, she kissed Clifton under the chin. From there she smooched down onto his chest. She turned her head to each side and ran her cheeks over his hairy chest. She stuck her tongue out and traced teasing patterns through it.
She may have been playing a part for him but it was no act. She was enjoying and appreciating the masculine charms of his naked form, maybe even getting a trifle carried away over his virile sexiness.
On all fours she backed along his body until her face was directly over his back-slanted cock and stuffed, haired sac of swollen balls. Her lips were parted, and she was running a flirting tongue over them as she took in the view.
Slowly, she bowed down to Clifton's crotch. Her pink tongue snaked out and flicked over the ticklish package of his nuts. She brushed her tongue around and over and up between them. She jiggled each ball on the tip of her wily probe, testing their salty sweetness as she teased him.
She moved to the base of Clifton's pecker, and started up toward the distant tip with soft flicks of her wet tongue. Reaching the end, she turned her head to one side and licked back to the base with one long slide of her tongue. She continued running her probe over him like that, reaching as much of his cock as she could.
Fitting one hand around the bottom of the throbbing pole, she angled it upright in front of her face. She ran her tongue up to the tip, moved over it, and inhaled much of the shaft into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," she moaned into the pulsing thickness, her mouth closing in around it for a more intimate feeling. She sucked up on it as if it were a sweet treat and dropped back down for more.
Pulling her mouth up and off of him, she licked over his cockhole, then puffed it with her soft tongue tip as she looked up at him.
"You've got a big one," she purred. "I hope it'll fit."
"If you're ready for it, it will. Why don't you let me make sure?"
"You're so considerate," she delighted. "So generous."
"Come get it."
"You want me to move up there and sit on your face?" she responded. "You'll get a kick out of it. I promise."
"I know I will."
Abandoning Clifton's cock, Annette crawled up high on his body and erected herself astride of his shoulders. Gripping the head of the bed for balance, she wiggled a little farther up and spread herself over his face.
His lips lifted to her spread-out folds with firm kisses that soon had blanketed her outer pussy. Then his tongue came into play, taking over really, flicking and licking the sweet kisses away and leaving something sweeter behind.
Annette's excitement churned inside her, deepening her desire so that it clutched and pulled at her nether region with hot fingers. Her actual fingers clutched at the headboard until her knuckles turned white.
Her voice was high and delicate as she oooed and aaaahhhed with rising pleasure. Her body wouldn't hold still as Clifton's tongue brushed over and stroked at her sensitive parts. He reached way up to fondle her aroused boobs for her too. Her voice lowered an octave or two as she responded with an, "Ooooo yeeaahhhh, I love it."
But in the next breath she was pushing herself away from Clifton's mouth and unstraddling him to one side. She had a good explanation though, delivered with a smile if not an outright leer.
"I didn't get enough of your cock the first time around," she said. "Do you mind if I help myself while you help yourself?" She indicated what she meant by poising herself to re-straddle his head and shoulders again, facing down his body this time.
"Whatever you want," he replied. "This is your treat."
She paused to bend down and kiss him affectionately and gratefully on the mouth. He was being such a sweetheart she felt a little shitty about deceiving him or tricking him or out-foxing him or whatever it was she was doing. Yet, all in a good cause and all that. She'd have no trouble living with herself.
She turned away and rolled over to plant a knee to the far side of his shoulders. Over him on all fours, she slid her knees out to either side and sank onto both elbows. She wriggled her spread pussy onto his eager mouth, blanketed his body with her own, and slid her mouth onto and down on his stiff, manly pecker.
Clifton's tongue wound its way into her pussy-tunnel and scooped out. He found another way of twisting his probe into her privates, and looked for more ways after that. He probed and rubbed and scrubbed her sensitive tissues until they were burning with arousal. And then he found her clit, and showed her how sweet and suckable it was to an appreciating guy.
Annette showed him a thing or two as well. How much she enjoyed sliding her mouth over his hard-on, for instance. She acted like she never wanted to let go of it. Just go on slow-pumping up and down, up and down, holding her tongue against its hot smoothness all day long.
Her hands were on his thighs, brushing over them with light caresses. Her fingers seemed to wander toward his balls, then idly cuddled at them, and tickled them, amusing herself with them as she aroused him.
Her desires became more demanding. For a time it was fun to deny them and be content with the wicked attention of Clifton's tongue. But when he started using his fingers on her tunnel she started to lose control.
Finally she raised her head high enough to take her mouth from his pecker. She slid her lips down one side of it and then abandoned it, pushing herself up onto straight arms and pulling herself from Clifton's mouth. She rolled off onto a hip to one side of him.
"I'm ready," she breathed. "More than ready.
I've got to have you inside me."
He sat up and she rolled the rest of the way over onto her back. He got up on his knees and moved in between her legs, then leaned over her on straight arms.
Annette's hands grabbed and pulled at his lewdly extended pecker. Feet planted on the bedding, she lifted her pussy to his knob. She pushed higher as he started to come down and she started to take him inside.
That connection made, she lowered her hips. He went down with her, and continued lowering his midsection after her ass had settled on the mattress. She writhed her ass from side to side as his cock continued to slip up into her body.
"God," she gasped, "there's so much of you."
"Too much?" he said, stopping.
"More," she almost screamed, and with a chuckle he gave her all he had. Annette's legs folded up to either side of him, her body arched, head going back with a long, low groan escaping her throat. "Yes," she hissed. "Yes fucking yes."
"I was hoping you'd enjoy it," he remarked.
Relaxing again, her glazed-over eyes trying to focus on his face, Annette said, "Do it to me. I can't wait. Gimme."
"You are ready," he commented.
First he lowered onto both elbows, his hairy chest coming down onto her stiff-peaked titties. His mouth claimed hers with a luscious kiss. And then his hips lifted between her hugging thighs.
Annette thrilled to the sexy scrape of Clifton's cockridge as he pulled it up to the lips of her sopping, hugging chute. Her pliant walls closed in behind his retreating cockhead but it was as if a void remained. She automatically hooked her heels on his asscheeks and urged him back into her craving pussy.
His slow, easy, deep-reaching strokes continued. Annette practically chewed on his mouth in ravenous hunger as she felt the terrifically stimulating slides of Clifton's sensational prick.
His big cock kneaded her inner tissues, squeezing honeyed juices from her walls and bathing his length in them over and over, and forcing wash after wash of hotly tingling pleasure through her system.
"Oooo yeeeeaaahhh," she crooned against his ear, hugging herself to his body. "You've got what I need. You've got what it takes. You've got it all."
This was the real Annette talking, but her words and emotions were what any woman would have been experiencing in those moments. Any woman who had come this far, at least. Under pretenses, or for real.
"I'm gonna keep fucking you," he answered her. "You're gonna come and then come again."
Annette laughed in delight at the thought. "What have I done to deserve this?"
The tempo of Clifton's fuck-strokes increased and the friction of it inflamed Annette's excitement. Only one thing was going to satisfy her now. It was just a question of how long it would take.
Annette's knees drew up toward Clifton's shoulders. Her feet slowly swung up into the air. Her arms seemed to drift from his body to stretch up over her head on the bedding. She was yielding to feelings of total surrender, giving Clifton his lead and letting him run with it, letting him indulge and thrill and spoil her with his tireless prick meat.
It was terrible of her to take advantage of him like she was, to be on the receiving end of all this royal treatment when there was a truly needy woman somewhere who had to go without. But until he found that woman it would only be going to waste. And plenty of good would come of this. There had to be something right about it. How else to explain why she couldn't wipe the shameless grin off her face.
And that grin was just the tip of, well, the iceberg. The tops of her tits were like burning coals inside. Her heart was pounding with dizzying force. Farther down, spots of terrific excitement were exploding through her flesh, like stinging fireworks. Her impending climax was being signalled, and her body braced for it as it shivered in heated anticipation.
The swift, sure strokes of Clifton's cock worked their age-old magic on Annette, gathering her arousal and pleasure into one place and then setting it free to run wild through her system.
Wave upon wave of dizzying, flesh-quivering, bone-rattling sensation swept through Annette's climaxing body. Her legs kicked, her thighs shook, her ass hunched and tossed and turned to work her pussy at the terrific fuck stick. Her voice whined and whimpered and rasped with sounds of ultimate fulfillment.
Clifton's fucking slowed, and it seemed to let Annette ease down from her peak of ecstasy. She shivered with the softer feelings of aftermath and satisfaction. Her limbs and body took on a limp quality. But not her mouth. She gave Clifton an ardent kiss.
"T meant it," he told her. ' 'I've got more for you." "Too much."
"It might have to last you a while, unless you want a repeat performance pretty soon."
"I don't know," she sighed. "Don't make me think at a time like this."
"I'll go down on you, then come back. I wouldn't want to make you sore."
"Might be worth it," she smiled.
He went down on her first anyway.
"I can't believe he agreed to go along with this," Lana said to Annette at school a couple days later. "He hates charity or anything close to it. What did you say to him?"
"It wasn't charity that bothered him," Annette explained. "It was not being able to give anything to anyone in return. Which hurt his pride, which made things worse. But all he needed was something to improve his feeling of worth."
"Where did he get that from?"
"Let's just say he found out he'd been underestimating himself. Once that hit home, it was easier for him to bend a little."
"A lot, you mean. Gosh."
Well, maybe. Annette didn't know. It was done, and she was thinking ahead. And hoping her next conquest would prove simpler.
CHAPTER NINE
"Yes, Terence, I did want to see you," Annette said to the red-headed youth who had just appeared at her office door. "Come in and close the door."
Annette closed a file she had been reading and got up to move out from behind her desk. A couch was near its front corner, along the end wall. She sat down and patted the cushion next to her, inviting Terence to sit down.
He was the second boy in her group of four students in line for her own special brand of student aid. Like the others he was a senior. He was on the quiet side, not shy as much as reserved and modest.
It was unjustified modesty. He was bright, funny in a dry sort of way, and cute as anything. With all that curly red hair you might have expected freckles but he had none. He casually sat in the place indicated and relaxed, waiting to find out what it was all about.
Annette didn't bother with small talk. This was going to be tricky enough without any mundane chitchat. She hoped she had chosen her words properly, and began.
"Terence, as you know I've tried to get you a scholarship from each of the schools you mentioned an interest in, and as you know I haven't had any luck." This was true of the others she was helping, incidentally. "But I have found another possible way of ensuring you get to college."
"Who do I have to kill?" he murmured.
"Actually I had something more creative in mind," Annette smiled.
"I'm listening."
"A few days ago I happened to meet a woman by the name of Magda Hollander-do you know the name?"
"It sounds kind of familiar."
"She's a widow who keeps herself amused by raising money for good causes. Anyway, we got to talking, and I got to thinking about your situation, and one thing led to another and, well, she's interested in doing something for us. Something along the lines of a fund-raising dinner to help put a lucky student through college."
"Well hell, if it's my okay you want, you've got it," Terence said.
Now came the tricky part. "It's not so much what I want as what she wants."
"What's that?"
"It's ... more than your okay."
"What?"
"Well first, she wants to meet you. It's not going to be announced until later who the lucky recipient will be-it'll look better that way-but she wants to meet the student beforehand."
"What for?"
"To make sure you'll be worth all her efforts, I guess."
"Oh. Well, that I can understand, I suppose. But what'll I have to do? Drink tea for an hour and act intelligent?"
"Maybe. For starters."
"Then what? The written part of her test? That's what it'll all be, won't it?"
"No, Terence, not exactly. It would be more like the first stage of an exchange of favors."
"Favors? She want her garage painted or something?"
"No Terence, not that. To be frank with you, she wants a nice rich man to go to bed with."
Terence looked at Annette blankly. " ... Does she?"
"Scandalous, isn't it?"
"What did you tell her?"
"I wanted to tell her to go jump in the lake," Annette answered, a little white lie serving her purpose, here. And Terence's purpose as well. She didn't want to appear too enthusiastic about the proposition for fear of turning or scaring Terence off. "What I did tell her," Annette added, "was that I'd find out what you thought of the idea."
Terence drew a breath. "I don't know what I think."
"Take your time. Get back to me."
He hesitated a moment, then thought to ask, "What's she look like?"
Annette suppressed an inner smile. She'd anticipated just that reaction from him. Left on his own, with nothing having been decided for him, she'd known he would at least wonder about going through with it. With all the bubbling young hormones they had most boys his age, and even older, would. And now, if she could subtly make the idea sound appealing....
"Actually, she's quite attractive. In her forties but not a mark on her from what I could see. And she has quite a figure."
"What's she like?"
"Nice enough, I guess. She seemed warm, even when she was being lecherous."
He took a moment and then somewhat shyly inquired, "You uh, think she'd like me?"
Annette wanted to smile again. She'd read him like a book. "I think she'd be quite charmed by you," she said truthfully.
"Really?"
"Of course."
"You think I should go through with it?"
"It's your decision. But if you want my opinion, I don't think it would do you any harm, and there would be benefits."
"Will I have to impress her? I mean ... I'm not very good."
"Aren't you?"
"No. I have some experience, I've gone all the way, but...."
"I see," Annette said, turning pensive. "Well, perhaps...."
"What?"
"If you're intent on going through with this, maybe I could give you a few pointers?"
"Damn," Terence said to that. "Would you?"
This was one thing Annettte had not anticipated. She'd been so concerned with getting Terence to talk himself into accepting the proposition she hadn't taken time to go beyond that.
But it didn't take a lot of adjustment for her. Helping a student with his sexpertise wasn't that much more outlandish than anything else she had been doing lately. Besides, the more satisfied Magda was, the more devoted to the cause she would be, so this could only help them both.
"Yes," Annette responded, "I would. If you're sure?"
"Well, if you think this Magda and I can get along?"
"I do," Annette told him. And it was true. After their chance meeting she and Magda had had a nice talk and Annette had sensed good things about the woman. She wasn't a user. She would treat a person right in her bed. Annette was sure of that.
"Okay," Terence said. "When do we start?"
"Why don't you come by my apartment this evening," she said. "You can come and go anonymously and we'll have all the privacy we'll need."
"Okay."
"But Terence, if you find yourself wanting to back out, don't hesitate."
"Thanks," he smiled, "but I'll see you tonight."
When she looked out through her peephole that evening at seven-thirty, Annette saw a smile on his face-it was actually more of a lopsided grin. As soon as she opened the door it vanished. His eyes widened. A year younger and his jaw would have dropped.
Annette had put on a skin-tight black dress for the occasion. It was mini-skirted, the hem not reaching even mid-thigh. The darker bands of the tops of her night-shaded my Ion stockings were visible, as were the claps of the suspender straps from her garter belt. She was standing in a pair of high-heeled pumps, hips angled out to one side.
She had decided to have some fun while she was being educational. There was something deliciously naughty about what she was doing and she wanted to revel in it a little. At the same time it would get Terence looking at her in a new light. Instead of some clinical lecture from his guidance counselor he would anticipate some practical and pleasurable experience with a wanton woman.
When he didn't say or do anything, Annette reached out into the hall, hooked a finger under the waistband of his jeans and drew him into her apartment. She closed and locked the door and turned to him. At arm's length she draped her wrists over his shoulders and fixed him with a direct gaze.
"Surprised?" she said knowingly, breaking the ice.
"Totally."
"I'm glad to see I won't have to teach you to be honest."
"What are you gonna teach me?" he wanted to know, somewhat eagerly, somewhat uncertainly.
"The most important thing-relaxation. You've got to know how to just let things happen, and not try to suppress them out of a fear of coming too soon or of missing out on something or other. Excitement's natural. Let it happen."
Terence looked down to the front of his jeans and then looked up. "Okay," he said, "it's happening. Now what?"
"Are you relaxed?"
"I'm kind of giddy."
"There's too much of an edge on it," Annette stated. "A common feature for someone in your position. I'll take care of it."
She took him by the hand and led him from the living room to her bathroom. She stood him in front of the toilet, lifted the seat and lid together.
"Open your jeans and take out your cock," she said in a soft voice. "You're gonna get jerked off. That should relax you."
"A little, maybe," he murmured, opening his jeans. He pushed them from his hips and she took over from there, pushing his briefs onto his thighs as well.
His cock was erect, standing out from his loins with a rigidity that looked like it could have supported a lot of weight before yielding. He was slightly curved-cute in a sexy sort of way.
Annette slid one arm around his bare waist, lightly pressing her soft flank against his harder, leaner form. She moved her free hand to his erection and started breezing over and under and around it with gentle fingertips.
"Feel good?" she whispered with a smile.
He looked ready to explode. "Too good," he said shakily.
Annette curled her hand around his hard-on and started whisking to and fro on it, the friction of skin on skin raising a soft, rasping sound.
"Don't be shy about coming," she said to him. "I want you to. I want to feel you shooting into my hand."
She felt his hand touch the outer cheek of her ass, and she said, "Good boy. Feel my ass all you want. Enjoy yourself a little."
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, groping at her full buttocks, rubbing them. He dared to pull the skirt up to touch her black, see-through panties.
It was starting to feel good to Annette when he came. She was ready for it, placing her palm before his slit with her fingers reaching down over his ridge onto the top of the shaft, stroking busily to and fro. Cum surged and surged out of his flexing organ. He shuddered and shook next to her, sagging noticeabl) and groaning deeply when he was finally satisfied.
Annette gave him a big, wet, good-humored kiss on a burning cheek and told him to go into her bedroom and get undressed. She would be along in a minute.
He turned his head to face her for a second, then gave her an answer-kiss and walked out of the bathroom. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands and went to join him. Now the lessons could begin.
Terence had gotten out of his clothes. He was lying stomach down on her bed, facing the door. Propped up on elbows, watching her approach, he did appear calmer, cooler and more collected.
Annette moved onto the foot of the bed, dropping to lounge on one side across in front of his. Looking straight ahead he would be confronted by the outlined shapes of her boobs. He looked straight ahead for a long minute. She let him.
"Touch them," she said.
He readily lifted a hand to the upper one and let his fingers close around it through her dress. He squeezed testingly. He pushed it toward her arm and drew the coned firmness back into place, just experimenting.
"See?" she said. It's just a tit. Nothing to be overwhelmed by. Excited maybe, but not overwhelmed."
"Excited definitely."
She smiled. "Thank you."
"I take it I should look at the rest of you the same way," he said then.
"Exactly. And remember something else, you can handle more excitement than you think. Don't over estimate what you see and feel and don't under estimate yourself. Relax, and you can do that. And once you've done it, you can relax. And go further."
"Where to?"
"More self-control. But we can worry about that later. Right now we should concentrate on improving your sense of perspective."
"I'm game."
Annette then pulled herself over to a corner of the foot of the bed. She sat up, legs together but only for a second. She raised the one nearer Terence and swung it over his head and dropped it, putting him at an angle between the V and her parted shanks.
Annette leaned back, planting her hands on the lower and side edges of the bed. She bent her knees slowly into the air, holding them wide apart. The hem of her dress was already up around her hips, her panties showing. Their lacy front covered her mound in outlining, semi-transparent fashion, and the folds of her now revealed crotch as well as her thighs assumed upright positions.
"You're not making it easy for me," Terence said. "That's pretty overwhelming."
"Is it?" she asked in a tone that got him to re-consider.
"Pretty close," he finally surmised, seeming pleased to find that no, it wasn't overwhelming, wasn't going to make him feel he was losing all control.
"You're learning," she said.
"It might be different if I hadn't just come," he pointed out. "What happens after my balls recover? Won't I be back at square one?"
"You'll have learned enough by then to let them know who's boss."
"Better hurry up," he advised.
"It doesn't have to happen this time around. Don't feel pressured, okay?"
"I got it-relax, that's me."
Annette slid her ass forward and stretched her legs out a little, her eyes glittering as she looked at him. "Take my panties off for me," she invited.
She saw him warm to the idea. He pushed himself up onto his knees and moved toward her. His cock was reviving, she noticed. Coming along nicely.
Ass on heels between her bent shanks, Terence reached under her thighs and around to her hips. Grasping her bikini undies, he pulled as she lifted and drew the flimsy under-things from her, sliding them slowly up her raised thigh.
Annette lifted the backs of her ankles onto Terence's shoulders and surrendered her panties with a low, quiet thrill. The enjoyment that was lighting up his face gave her a whole other kick. She was looking forward to more.
He leaned back and pulled her panties over her heels and off. She dropped away onto her elbows and drew her knees toward her shoulders, folding her long, tapered shanks as she did so. His very interested eyes dropped to her pussy and she flinched inside. Attention as avid as his was rare, and it had a potent effect on her.
"See something you like?" she half-teased.
"You know it."
"Get acquainted."
Licking his lips, he backed away and stretched out on his stomach again. Annette held her folded legs back and apart, unabashedly exposing herself to his youthful fascination. She was playing to her vanity here, but he would learn from her and that eased her conscience. About that, and anything else that might have cropped up.
On his elbows, close to her, he slid a hand forward. Fingertips first, he slid it up over the smooth cushions of her asscheeks onto the halved pouch of her foreflesh, continuing on to comb his fingers into her soft-haired bush.
His palm pressed into her pussy, the heel of her hand brushing the asscheeks bulging out from under her. His fingers moved on her mound with a half-intentional caress.
"Does it turn you on to touch me there?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Don't fight it. And touch me some more. Do what you want. Follow your urges."
He continued moving his hand against her privates, his touch unforced, relaxing into caressing and enjoying at the same time. Annette's head rolled back and she shook it as if to clear her mind. She moaned softly, grinning.
Terence pulled his hand down on her until his fingertips were on her swelling outer folds, two digits to either side of her center-slit. He parted his fingers in pairs, carefully, and spread her gash open. He pushed up and exposed her pink clitoris bud, pulled down to reveal her moistening inner slit.
"That feels good," Annette breathed. "You're turning me on, you little devil."
"Really."
" 'It's a kick to be touched, and appreciateed." Dare she say worshipped?
In experimenting fashion Terence separated his middle finger from his forefinger and touched the tip to the hardening knot of her clit. He stirred it with slow, circular motions, and her girl-cock stiffened under his gaze.
"Nnnnnhhhhh," Annette gasped. Jesus. This kid was getting to her.
Eager to explore further, Terence slid his fingers down close to the bottom of her vulva and spread her open to uncover her inner slit. He used the tip of his middle finger again, touching the sponginess of her hot, inner pink flesh, then probing delicately into the slit. Her flesh yielded like melting butter and then surrounded him with a heated tightness as he probed farther into her increasingly aroused lining.
Looking down over the peaks of her covered breasts, Annette saw him wiggle forward on the bedding, his head lowering, the tip of his tongue coming out. Excitement and anticipation flashed through her, and she had to tell herself to relax and enjoy.
CHAPTER TEN
The wet tip of Terence's tongue slid down over the cap of her clit, sending a tingly rush through Annette's nether region. At the same time he slid his finger into her pussy, giving her a double shot of stimulation and making her quiver with delight.
He pressed his tongue in on her stiffened girl-cock and drew it up over the coral knot. He continued licking at her, twisting his finger around as he worked it in and out of her grasping lining.
He was finding his way as he went along, trying new touches and retaining what seemed to work for her. Annette sank her body onto the bedding, hanging her head slightly over the edge of the mattress. Squirming sensuously, moaning her pleasure, she held herself wide open to his two-pronged caresses.
"You've had a few lessons already, haven't you," Annette smiled.
"Just reading up, that's all," he took time to answer. Then he pulled his finger from her pussy and started licking all over her outer folds and inner lips, lapping at her with long, broad, swift strokes.
"Nnnnnnn," Annette cooed, lifting her privates to his increasingly bold mouth. "I love it."
Encouraged, and probably feeling more than a little horny, Terence curled his tongue tip and wedged it into her slit. Wiggling it up and down and pressing in, he sought and found the smaller, inner entrance, the one that counted.
Annette gasped when he forced his tongue to penetrate her inner opening. The wriggly, slithering feeling of his eager probe provided the wickedest of sensations for her, arousing urges in her that might have remained dormant otherwise.
For now she restrained herself. She was having too much fun to interrupt with any actions of her own. On top of that, this was Terence's show. He was here to learn. Although, it probably wouldn't hurt for her to show him a few things about wild women and their wicked ways.
Terence snaked his hand out around her hip and back in over her mound. From above he started moving his fingertips over her clit zone. Down below he slid his tongue in and out of her streaming cooze. His lips caressed her with sucking kisses.
Fingers of want reached deeper into Annette's body and they started to clutch at a building climax. If Terence kept it up he was going to pull it out of her, and he was showing no indications of relenting.
The tones of Annette's gasping, cooing voice went higher, seeming to act as a barometer of her rising arousal. Her face and body contorted and twitched as her insides drew into a knot that threatened to explode at any moment.
"Don't stop," she gasped. "I don't know what I'll do if you stop."
He didn't. He seemed to think he was on to something good, the way he was bearing down on her. He jiggled the hardness of her clit up and down and around. He stabbed his firmed probe into her gash again and again, each stroke pulsing excitement through her privates, feeding her growing orgasm until at last it couldn't take any more.
Annette's climax pounded out of her core and throbbed through her system in wash after wash of brilliant release. The rushing energy wracked her body for moments on end, searing her with relief, leaving her limp with satisfaction and seemingly utterly spent.
"Mmmmmmm," Terence said, trailing his tongue up her inner thigh and then nuzzling against the nyloned part. "Was that for real?"
"Yes Terence," she moaned, "that was for real."
"I guess I don't know my own strength. Or are you some kind of closet nympho?"
"Both," Annette smiled. She brought her arms up over her head then and stretched. She summoned the strength to sit up, letting her hands go to Terence. She ran her fingers through his curly hair, pushing his head back so he was looking up at her.
"Turn over," she said to him. "I'm gonna suck your dick for you. And you're gonna watch, and we're gonna see how much you can take."
"I'm for that," he enthused, pushing himself up onto hands and knees. He then sat back, and fell back onto a pillow at the head of the bed. He brought another one over to prop himself up with.
He had returned to almost full hardness by now. His cock, thick and long, but rubbery in texture, swung around to lie back over his pelvis, as if coming to attention for inspection.
Annette's eyes fell on it and held there, becoming brighter as she took in the smooth features and enticing dimensions. She licked her lips in a kind of naughty anticipation.
Annette rolled onto her knees and then fell forward. She stretched alongside Terence's slender legs, the front of her body mostly on top of his near leg, the juts of her boobs holding his lower thigh between them. She still had her dress on, though it was up over her hips. She wanted Terence to have the pleasure of taking it off-later.
Propped up on an elbow, Annette ran her free hand up the outside of Terence's far leg. She washed it over his hip onto his balls and slowly up onto his cock. His length grew under her hand and made an effort to rise against it.
He inhaled with the rush of his excitement, letting it get to him. But only at first. Suddenly he took a deeper breath and let it out, and calmed somewhat.
"That's it," Annnette encouraged. "Just take it easy and let the good feelings flow. You've got plenty of room for them, you know."
"I'm finding that out. But you must think I'm an awful twerp."
"I think you're the cutest thing," she smiled, and bowed her head to kiss the underside of his glans Sliding her hand onto his balls again, she proceeded to smooch her way down his shaft. "Sexy, too," she added between smooches.
"That feels good," he said.
Arriving at the base of his dick, Annette slinked her tongue out, touched it to his cock and slid it all the way up to his tip. Hurrying back down, she gave him another full-length lick.
On its own his cockshaft rose into the air, standing up on its base at a virile angle. Annette smilingly licked up the near flank of it and kissed the side of his glans. Then she backed off to admire he handiwork and his dimensions and to give him a short breather. She played a calming hand over his thigh.
"Feel like you're gonna come?" she asked.
"I did for a second there."
"Sometimes it helps to think about something else."
"I've only got one thing on my mind," he smiled.
Annette responded with a soft laugh. "Then try moving around a little. Bend a leg. Lift an arm. Keep your blood circulating."
He did bend a leg, folding his knee up into the air He took a breath and exhaled swiftly and seemed to relax further. "Suck me," he said to her.
Annette wrapped a light hand around the base of his cock and simply held it in its natural position. She leaned over his mid-section and slid her soft lips onto the head of his cock.
The loose, velvet circle of her lips slipped over the smoothness of his glans, past the ridge and onto hte sluggishly throbbing shaft. She held her tongue away from him as best she could, lightly tantalizing him with just the minimal caress of her lips.
She went down and lifted without sucking, warmly brushing over his sensitive skin, acclimatizing him in a way. Her slow motions speeded up gradually, her head bobbing freely.
"Let me feel it," he murmured. "Let me feel you sucking on me."
She obliged, intending to start soon anyway. Taking in a deep gulp of cock, she applied modest suction and drew languidly up to his ridge. She eased down with the beginning of squeezing pressure in her lips and pulled on him again.
Terence squirmed. His leg slid out to lie straight and then folded again. He sighed longingly. "Damn," he grinned.
He was going to be fine, Annette decided. His mind was on the right track. The more he took without coming the more he realized he could take. He was arriving at very agreeable terms with sexual excitement. The beginning of a beautiful friendship, no doubt.
Lifting her mouth along his pole, Annette applied a richer suction. She maintained it from then on, although she did not fellate him continuously. Five or six or seven stroke sections would be followed by an interlude of licking and smooching, all concentrated on his organ but with the change of pace keeping him from getting carried away.
Minutes floated by. Annette lifted her head and resorted to masturbating him for a while. Looking up, she saw the most adorable look of bliss on his young face. Only he didn't look so young anymore.
"How'd you like a real change of pace?" she suggested on an impulse. "A real test."
"What?"
Annette pushed herself from him, up onto her hands and knees. She turned around to face from him, parted her knees over the bedding and untucked her pussy from between her upper thighs. Looking back over a shudder at him, she answered, "Fuck me."
A sudden eagerness replaced his langour and he rushed up onto his knees. He moved into position behind her, her hands moving up under her dress onto her hips.
Balanced on one arm, Annette reached back between her thighs for her free hand and spread herself open for him. She left him to do the rest by himself, and felt the tip of his hard-on dig in between her fingers.
"Up just a little," she said, and he adjusted, and in one smooth, slow motion he stretched her out and filled her up. "Uuuuuhhhhhh," she breathed, then breaking into a pleased grin, "Oh, that's nice."
"I'm shaking," he said.
"That's me," she said. "You're just getting aftershocks."
He laughed and his hands moved caressingly on her hips, showing that he was still nicely in control of himself. Annette shifted her ass sideways against him. She pushed back and he pushed forward, and they went on like that for a moment or two, moving together, teasing around the act of fucking instead of pursuing it. That could wait.
Annette leaned her hips to one side when she pushed back and he swung them over to the other side and pushed forward, tight against her asscheeks. They went around in circles now. Playing.
His hands came out from under her dress and slid up her back. He found the zipper of the dress and started pulling it down.
Annette thrilled in anticipation of nakedness and wiggled her backside against him. "I like your initiative," she remarked.
"I'm just being horny," he answered. "I want you naked."
"Be horny," she purred. "Be horny."
He pulled the zipper to her waist, then reached up and peeled the dress off her shoulders. Annette lowered the top of her dress onto the bed and took the weight of her upper body onto it as she straightened her arms along her sides.
Terence pulled the dress from her arms and upper body. Her tits spilled out into the open, the nipples thick and charged with excitement. Annette gave a squirm of rising arousal in front of him.
Terence bunched the dress about Annette's waist and then pushed it up her body. She got her arms under her again and he slipped the dress onto them over her bowed head. She tossed the dress away as his hands slid up onto her shoulders, then back and down under to her hanginb breasts. He took her coned sacs into clenching hands.
He half-lifted and she half-pushed, and she came upright in front of him. She twisted her head around and they kissed while he lewdly fondled her tits. But before long she squirmed out of his grasp and dropped onto straight arms. Without missing a beat she rocked forward and shoved back, and started to fuck.
Terence's hands trailed down onto her hips and moved with her, the rest of him holding still. She grooved on his cock with full-length slides, not hurrying but not being lackadaisical either.
She twisted to look back at him, showing a bright smile and sounding slightly breathless when she said, "Come on, baby, do it with me."
"I'll come, and I don't want to yet."
"We'll make a game of it," she said to that. "We can stop and start, me do some and you do some, all kinds of stuff, and see how long we can draw it out for you."
"Well, okay," he said.
And that was what they did.
Twice.
Magda's house was just off the main road south of town. On the side of the hill, it was surrounded on three sides by trees and fronted by the open fields of a farm. Elaborate landscaping had been done in front of the white, multi-level structure. In the setting sun, it was beautiful.
Three days had passed. Annette had called Magda to inform her that her proposition had been met with considerable interest. Magda, sounding pleased, had invited both Annette and Terence out to her place for dinner.
"I think we should all get better acquainted," the woman had said.
"If you like," Annette had said happily. But since that conversation Annette had started to wonder if the old fox had meant more than just getting acquainted. Looking back to their first meeting, Annette recalled Magda looking at her in a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed sort of way. She had thought it had only been hearing about boys that quickened Magda's interest like that. Now she wasn't so sure.
Arriving with Terence, Annette had decided to play it by ear and see where it led. Either this would turn out to be a simple dinner, concluding with Magda and Terence making arrangements to get together or a more intimate level at another time, or....
Annette hadn't gone the threesome route with another woman since college, so if it did happen now at least it wouldn't be new to her. Still, it was unexpected. Who would have guessed that a woman so respected and admired in the community would have such a, well, potentially scandalous personal life?
Not that Annette had much right to be shocked, having a few explosive secrets of her own. But she had come to think of herself as an exception, one of the rare few who dared to undulge in guilty pleasures. Such behavior was okay as long as just a few were doing it, but she was beginning to think she wasn't so rare or exceptional in her private pursuits. And if not, what could this world be coming to?
Magda exceeded Annette's description of her. She was a sumptuously put-together older woman with an absolutely stunning Nordic face and hair so blond it was almost white. It was neatly coif fed in an old-fashioned, extravagant style that somehow looked new and fashionable on her.
She was casually dressed, as were her guests, having on a double breasted blouse and knee-length pleated skirt. There was nothing in her greeting of either Terence or Annette to indicate any illicit intentions, but Annette hadn't expected much to happen before dinner.
Magda had prepared the meal herself and served it in the dining room. The cook/housekeeper usually had this day off, Magda remarked, but she liked doing for herself, especially when she had guests to cater to.
"You do very well," Terence said to that.
"How sweet," Magda gushed.
Annette looked for a hint of lecherousness in the woman's eye but saw none. Maybe she had been wrong about Magda.
Dinner conversation started out focused on Terence, adding to Annette's new impression. Magda asked about his ambitions and goals and other interests, all very legit. And things stayed that way when attention turned to Annette. And when Annette got Magda talking about herself.
She'd become widowed a few years before. She had been left with time and energy on her hands, and to keep herself involved she had turned to her second love, the town and people of Dixon. Coming here from Europe with her new husband, she had become simply enchanted with the place. Her greatest happiness had been here, and she did what she could to repay that debt, contributing to its betterment however she could.
"From what I've heard you've done a lot," Annette said truthfully. "And I'm sure it's appreciated."
"That's nice to hear. Thank you."
Dessert was finished and the table cleared. Terence was allowed to drift off to the living room while the women lingered a moment in the kitchen. There was a spot of wine left and they were finishing it.
"Nice boy," Magda remarked. "I like him."
Here it comes, Annette thought. "He likes you, too."
"I want rum."
"I thought you would."
"Is he good?"
"... You'll like him there, too."
" 'So you have fucked him. I was hoping you had."
"Oh?"
"It makes things more cozy, yes?"
"That's one word for it."
"I want you, too, Annette. Do you know that?"
"We didn't discuss anything about you and me," Annette reminded, referring to their first meeting.
"I take things one step at a time. Anyway, I didn't think you'd be too shocked by the idea of joining Terence and me."
"Oh?"
"You weren't shocked by the idea of bringing he and I together."
"Of course."
"Do you feel I'm trying to take advantage? Are you angry?"
"I feel you're being greedy, and I understand."
"Do you?"
"You strike me as a woman of healthy appetite. Being alone must be frustrating. In a small town, with few choices, few appropriate outlets, it must be doubly frustrating."
"You do understand," Magda realized.
"You keep busy, but that dooesn't do it, does it? It's not the kind of satisfaction you need. And what appreciation you do get is for what you do, not what you are. A woman."
"There have been times when I've masturbated for hours," Magda confided. "Sometimes I lie awake at night, fantasies come to me that I can't turn away from."
"I know," Annette said.
"Sometimes it all gets the better of me, and I do things, like this. I don't know how good or bad it is. I just know it helps. A lot. Will you stay?"
"Of course."
"Really? I sensed somehow that you were having doubts or something."
"Not doubts. I'm finding I like you more than I expected to. It changes things."
For the better, yes?"
"Yes."
Their eyes met and they smiled together, connecting in some strange, deep way. They chinked glasses and drank and their now glittering eyes met and held again. Friends, or lovers, or something in between, something was taking shape here. Call it the bond between two of a kind, Annette decided.
"We better check on Terence," Magda said. "Before he starts to wonder about us."
Annette laughed. "Or before I do."
Draining their glasses and putting them down, they went to find Terence.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Terence was in the lamp-lit living room, flipping through Magda's record collection, when the two women joined him. His eyes went first to Annette,' and she gave him a wink. He did not miss its meaning. He smiled faintly and turned his gaze to Magda.
"Do you dance?" she asked.
"Only cheek to cheek."
"How charming," she enthused. She moved to select a record and put it on.
Annette took herself out of the picture for the moment, taking a seat on the couch. It was L-shaped, set in a corner of the room. Across from the section she was on was the entertainment center, and Terence and Magda, beginning to dance, close.
He appeared comfortable enough with her, and the situation. The dinner and friendly conversation had helped, and Magda had a certain charm about her to put a young man at ease.
Annette watched them shift and sway to the slow music, arms around each other. She looked at Terence rather like a prized pupil about to graduate. And Magda, well, Magda was a new friend. And playmate.
A surprise that, but a pleasant one. Annette wasn't close with many people and it had begun to wear on her. A person needed a soul-mate or two. It all just went to show you just never know when or where you're going to run into one.
Magda lifted her head from Terence's shoulder and faced him, their noses close to touching. He made them touch, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. She smiled.
"Kiss me," he whispered invitingly.
She accepted, and their mouths met in a soft joining. The kiss played on. Terence's hands slid down Magda's back onto the jut of her ass and she squeezed, pulling her close against his mid-section. She swayed her hips, subtly grinding herself against him down there.
"You show a lot of potential," she said in an amused way. "I want you to know I'll do everything I can to encourage it."
This time he kissed her, and the deal was sealed. But nobody was thinking about that very much. Not even Annette. She was thinking back to the last time she had been with a woman and a man together, and looking forward to similar pleasures.
Of course, Terence would be the really lucky one.
With two wildly sensuous women looking for some fun, and him beginning to realize just how much he had in himself, he was standing on the brink of the night of his life. Annette just hoped they didn't spoil him. Or burn him out.
The kiss played out and Magda turned a slow gaze to the attentive Annette. She held out a beckoning hand and said, "Room for one more."
Annette felt a shiver of anticipation go through her. And mixed in was the familiar strain of guilty pleasure. An appreciation for it would always be with her, she felt cetain. Couldn't shake it if she tried.
Her weakness in the face of it might get her into serious trouble someday, especially living as she was in a small town where secrets had a habit of getting out. But that fateful day seemed awfully far off, and between now and then there was a lot of living to do.
Annette got up from her seat and ambled over to join the half-embracing twosome. Each held out an arm to her. She eased in next to them, slipping a hand across the small of each back.
She was drawn closer in by embracing arms. One of her breasts touched the side of Terence's chest. Her other boob pressed in on the outer curve of Magda's near tit.
Magda craned her neck slightly and kissed Annette on the cheek. Terence kissed the other side of her face and smooched toward her mouth, as Magda was doing. All three pairs of lips converged, and light laughing sounds fluttered up over the music as the playful smooching continued.
"It's going to be a little crowded on the couch," Magda observed. "Let's try the bedroom."
"I thought you'd never ask," Terence said to that.
Magda similingly took Terence's right hand and started to lead the way. Annette held his left hand and trailed along afater him. They went up a short flight of stairs and into a hallway. Before coming to another flight of stairs they turned in to Magda's bedroom.
She turned on the overhead light, then crossed on her own to shut the drapes over a set of sliding glass doors that opened onto a sundeck. To complete the picture of privacy, Annette closed the bedroom door behind her.
Magda started a slow walk back toward Terence and Annette, her lustrous blue eys focused exclusively on him. She slid her shoes off, letting them rest where they fell. She loosened the cuffs of her blouse.
Terence's fingers went to the buttons down the side off it as she drew near. She kissed him on the mouth, more openly and excitedly than she had so far. Then her hands went to his hips, and she drew him farther into the room, over to sit him on the bed.
Annette followed him. Hiking up the hem of her loose-fitting, robe-style dress, she moved onto her knees on the bed, positioning herself upright behind him as a kind of back-rest. She slipped her hands over his shoulders to the top button of his shirt and started working her way down.
Magda undid the buttons of her blouse that Terence hadn't had time to finish and pulled the garment open. Underneath she was wearing a lacy teddy cut in the style of and fitting as snugly as a one-piece bathing suit. She dropped her skirt, revealing a high cut in the openings for her bare legs.
The years had been kind to her figure, or she had . taken care of herself, or it was a combination of both. She had a few extra pounds but they only accentuated her figure, giving her hips a sexy flare out from a pinched waist and flashing out her tits into cantaloupe-sized orbs of pure enticement.
Terence couldn't take his eyes off of her. Annette liked what she saw too, enough to make her mouth water. Suddenly impatiently, she practically tore Terence's shirt off.
Her eagerness was catching. Magda promptly slid aside the shoulder straps of her teddy and peeled the flimsy covering down her ripe and ready body. Then she bent over to step out of it, her tits seemed to lean toward Terence in a luscious offering.
Annette had crouched down, her chin on her left shoulder, with her arms enclosing his arms as she reached around to unfasten his pants, so he couldn't touch Magda's bounteous chest. Yet.
Sumptuously naked, Magda dropped to her knees in front of Terence on the carpeted floor. Her oversized but spry-looking tits juggled and swayed as she busily pulled off his shoes and socks. If Terence didn't want to bury his face between those plump, smooth pillows then Annette did, and she would at the earliest opportunity.
When Magda was finished with his footwear his pants were open and ready. She reached for them and pulled, and Terence wiggled out of them. His briefs were next, and surrendered willingly.
Annette continued to snuggle in behind him, her arms around his body and open hands playing over his torso. When he was finally naked she slithered one hand down to his growing cock.
She curled long, slender, expertly manipulating fingers around the burgeoning shaft. She squeezed and pulled at the swelling man-meat, stroked back over it. Then she drew it back against his pelvis and held it there with the heel of her hand while tickling his balls with nimble fingertips.
Magda was watching all this with shiny eyes, a captivated smile on her lips. Hands going to Terence's knees, she eased his legs apart and moved in between them on her knees. "That looks tasty," she murmured. "Very tasty indeed."
Annette took his rubbery shaft back into her grasp and pointed it at Magda. "Help yourself."
Magda was pleased to do exactly that. Sinking ass onto heels, arms out like wings over Terence's upper thighs for support, she made her move on his cock.
There was no initial teasing with her tongue or her lips. She opened her mouth into that sexy oval and slid it onto the swollen head of his cock. She continued on down it without stopping.
Annette took her hand away and with Terence watched his cock disappear into Magda's hungering mouth. He inhaled deeply against the sudden rise of his excitement, his body tensing in front of Annette's. She smoothed her hands over him and he calmed inside even as his cock grew harder inside the older woman's mouth and throat.
Clamping down with a soft suction, Magda slowly drew back over Terence's cock-meat. The oval of her lips relinquished a thick, reddened, slightly curved rod of pure arousal, which she promptly grooved back ionto her mouth.
"She looks like she knows what she's doing," Annette murmurmed close to his ear.
"She's good. Damn good."
"Better than me?" Annette couldn't resist teasing him.
"I forget. Maybe we should have a contest."
"You're a crafty little brat," she observed slyly. "We'll have to watch ourselves with you."
"I'll be watching you too," he said to that.
Seeing that he was in good hands and in control of himself, Annette slipped away from him. She came around to one side, dropping one foot to the floor while keeping her other knee on the bed. She opened her bright colored dress and took it off. Underneath she had on only panties, and they were quickly dispensed with, along with her shoes.
Terence leaned back on straight arms, eyes shifting from Magda to Annette and back to Magda, unable to make up his mind where he should focus. Annette decided for him.
Moving back to him, she pushed on his shoulders and lay him flat on his back across the wide bed.
She pivoted on one knee and threw her other leg over to straddle his shoulders, facing down his body. She wiggled back to position her spread pussy over his mouth.
Annette slid her knees apart and lowered her upright body. Underneath, Terence tilted his head back and lifted his mouth to the soft, parted folds of her cooze. The moving tip of his tongue worked up into her gash.
Looking up his body, Magda saw the flashes of Terence's tongue on Annette's pussy. Her eyes lifted to Annette's, glinting as if to compliment her on her luck. Annette winked at her. She was lucky. He was terrific.
Magda went back to Terence's cock, running her mouth up and down the excited length, inhaling prick and squeezing it out with a smooth-flowing rhythm.
Watching, turning on, Annette wanted it in her mouth. She dropped forward onto her hands, then lowered onto her elbows. Turning her head, she stuck out her tongue and flicked it at the base of his cock. Magda's cheek brushed hers as she swooped down.
Not too greedy, Magda took her mouth from Terence's cockrod and held it for Annette, who promptly ran her lips up the moistened side of the shaft onto the flared head and then down around it.
Annette swooped low and lifted high and bobbed her head with an avid enthusiasm as she started to suck her young boyfriend.
Somewhat sated in her horny urges, she eased aside and allowed Magda a few more runs over Terence's length. Then Annette said, "Wanna try sitting on his face for a while?"
"He's good, huh?"
"If he doesn't know what to do he'll find out in a hurry."
"Okay," Magda answered in an eager whisper.
Annette pulled her leg over and unstraddled Terrence's upper body. At the same time Magda moved up off of the floor and came onto the bed on his far side. Terence raised his head to find out what was going on. He sank back into the bedding as Magda approached.
Annette shifted away from him and crouched with knees underneath along the edge of the bed. Bowed low, she returned her slurping mouth to his upright hard-on.
In the corner of her vision she saw Magda straddled Terence's head, facing down his body as Annette had done. She wriggled down and made contact with his salacious mouth, cooing and crooning her delight.
Annette was gladdened to see the woman having such a good time, and not just because of the generosity it would bring from her later. She was glad because she liked the older woman and felt she was entitled to her pleasure. A person could go to waste without it, and with Magda that would have been a downright shame.
Terence was having a pretty good time too, and Annette was just as pleased to see that. She hadn't wanted to lure him into a situation where he would wind up feeling used, and that wasn't about to happen here. Also, he was entitled in his own way to a high time. He'd been missing out on pleasure, and that was a terrible thing for someone young and energetic and sensuous.
As for herself, Annette wasn't complaining. For the most part she was just along for the ride. And yes, because Magda had wanted it. It was turning into some kind of ride, though. She was becoming quite itchy to find out where it would lead. With three of them aboard, there were plenty of possibilities.
For the time being, Annette contented herself by mouthing Terence's cock. His dimensions fit so nicely in her mouth and throat it was a dream going down on him. She could have gone all night.
"Nnnnnnnn," Magda groaned in a gurgly, throaty tone. "Oooooo, I'm loving it. What a turn-on."
Her hips rocked from side to side and hunched back and forth as she force-fed herself into Terence's gnawing, licking mouth. He was carrying her away on a magic carpet of the sweetest arousal.
His raised hands groped and tore at her asscheeks. He slid them up her body and pulled lewdly at the ripe fullness of each weighty tit. He seemed to be trying to draw her down and more onto him, as if seeking to smother herself in her streaming crotch as he gorged himself on her baking twat.
Getting a little carried away, Annette observed, but she could hardly blame him. She might like to try that herself. Definitely, in fact.
Annette took her mouth from his greased pole and idly stroked it with a hand, letting him cool off a little for a moment. Then she went for a change of pace.
Erecting herself on her knees, Annette moved astride of Terence's hips. Facing Magda, she threaded his erection into her moistened cunt and slithered down onto the unyielding shaft.
Annette's eyes closed and her head tilted back as a dreamily sexy feeling came over leg. Legs folded and tucked in on Terence's flanks, she flexed her thighs and rubbed up on his length, his ridge scraping her for an intoxicating friction. She rubbed her tight pussy down on him, and found herself unable to resist another of those impossibly sexy slides, and another, and another....
She felt hot breath on her tits, and then the wet brush of a tongue tip circling her left nipple. She opened her eyes and looked down to find Magda leaning forward from Terence's mouth, balancing on straight arms, starting to nibble at Annette's tit-points.
Magda's head nodded evenly as she followed the up and down motions of Annette's breasts. Her tongue came farther out to wiggle and flutter all over the young woman's coned-out charms. When Annette held still for a moment, Magda bit and sucked at her tits.
"Still hungry?" Annette smiled.
"Famished. I could gobble you up, my lovely."
"What a tempting thought. And while you're doing that you could get fucked."
"Mmmmmm," Magda said to that, and to the pleasure of sucking a succulent mouthful of Annette's right boob past her stretched lips.
Annette leaned to one side, pulling herself off of Terence's hard-on. Magda stayed with her, smooching and nipping and licking at the perky boobs. Annette retreated toward the head of the bed, ultimately lying back on a stack of pillows, with Magda crouching over her from between her legs.
They had left Terence behind, but he caught up in a hurry. Bounding up onto his knees, he moved toward Magda's raised backside.
As he moved forward she moved backward, flicking her tongue down Annette's body and onto her waiting pussy. Terence's cock collided softly with Magda's wet cunt and nudged in between her folds. The next thing either of them knew he was tightly, deliciously embedded inside her.
Annette looked at Terence's passion-strained face and into his dazzled eyes and blew him a kiss. She felt the way he looked, and they both knew the pleasure would only climb higher.
Annette squirmed uncontrollably on the bed, swirling her pussy up at Magda's gobbling mouth. Through mostly lidded and glassy eyes she saw Terence start to move, start to work his dong in and out of Magda's feverish cooze. Magda groaned hungrily and stabbed deeply into Annette's bubbling twat.
Together they were caught up in the grip of building excitement, long since past the point of no return. Their writhing, working bodies seemed to be in the same, lurid trance, their minds devoted to one thing and one thing only.
Release from their fever started with vague tremors through their nether regions. Burning tingles gathered and dispersed, and then flashed outward with a terrific force.
Annette's folded legs kicked at the air as her body shivered and shook. Release swarmed through her, and Magda, and Terence, coming close to knocking the wind out of all three of them, collapsing them into a quivering, moaning head of arms and legs and bodies and streaming juices.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Well," Curtis Manners said, "if it's not entirely a business matter, we'll have to have our discussion over dinner."
Annette had called Manners at his office to try to get in to see him. Her business not having anything to do with real estate was a drawback, but apparently land deals weren't the only things he was interested in. Which was a definite plus.
"You don't dare sully your office with talk that isn't business?" Annette said to that, playing a little hard to get. Good business, that was all.
"I don't dare pass up an opportunity for you and I to get acquainted," he answered. "Or better acquainted, I should say. We have met in passing, haven't we?"
"Yes."
"All too briefly."
"Alright," Annette said. "I accept."
He told her he would pick her up, and when, and that was that. Hanging up, Annette thought he would be the easiest one of all. Unless he developed some funny ideas about not mixing charity and pleasure.
He arrived at her apartment right on time, one night later. He was in his thirties, blond-haired, fairly tanned for a man so keen on business. He had sharp, even features and dark blue eyes. Call me Curt, he said with a smile that was kind of hard to read. It might have been lecherous, or determined, or maybe that was just how he looked when he was being pleasant. If Annette hadn't been so grown-up though, she would have feared for her virtue. He could make a girl her own worst enemy with those looks, that tempting charm.
They ate at the town's only Greek restaurant. Curt had no trouble talking about himself nor did he have any hesitancy in finding out all he could about Annette's background and where she stood now. He was less eager to find out the purpose of her wish to see him. That only came into the conversation over dessert.
"Put some poor unfortunate through college, huh?" he said musingly, and shook his head. "That's the last thing I expected to hear."
"You did know I was going to hit you up for something," Annette murmured. "I hope it's not too outlandish for you."
"I like people to think big. I like it more when they act on their ideas."
"So far soo good."
"Of course that's still only half the battle."
"Well then," Annette said, "what would it take to persuade you to go along with my plan?" As if she didn't know.
She would always remember the glint that came into his eyes when she asked that question. It made him loook boyishly naughty in a way that was irresistable. She would remember laughing when she saw it. Laughing in enjoyment.
She wouldn't remember much of the conversation that followed, or the walk to his car. She would remember it was big and roomy and comfortable, and the smooth ride, and the tightening knot of anticipation in her deeps as they drove to his place.
It was just outside of town, this side of the cottage-rimmed lake to the east. It was new, an impressive structure of stone and pine and glass, modern-rustic, you might call it.
The living room was dominated by a large stone fireplace at the far end. It made Annette think of Philip, before the start of this wild adventure of hers. She hadn't seen much of him lately, having told him that they should ease up a little as a precaution against discovery. She had been kind of pre-occupied so she hadn't had a chance to miss him much, but for a moment there she felt the urge to get back to him. They wouldn't have much time left, with him having to leave before summer was over.
Curt treated her to a drink of brandy in front of the fireplace, though he didn't go to the trouble of lighting a fire. He had other things on his mind. But then, so did she.
He shifted closer to her, slinking an arm about her waist. He drank from his glass and watched Annette drink from hers. He was captivated by her.
Annette faced him. It was time. And she was looking foward to what lay ahead. It was almost getting to be a routine for her, but she wished she could go back and start all over again. She smiled to herself. Maybe next year. Yes, that would be nice. Make a tradition of it.
She tilted her head to one side, just a little, and licked over Curt's chin. She tilted the other way and licked him again, then kissed him on the same spot. Then she flitted the tip of her tongue up to his lips and teased it lightly across the soft, closed slit of his mouth.
His lips parted and Annette slipped her tongue in between, flicking it from side to side. She cushioned Curt's lips with her own, and they shared a lasting, intimate smooch.
"I don't stand a chance, do I?" Curt murmured. "You're incredibly persuasive."
"But something tells me you're not quite convinced yet," she observed knowingly.
"I'm a tough sell."
"I like a challenge."
"Shall we get down to brass tacks?"
"Or brass bedposts."
He chuckled. They left their glasses behind and went up a winding flight of stairs to the master bedroom. Curt threw a switch and two bedside lamps came on. They were brass, and so was the bed.
Curt walked Annette to the bed and slipped in behind her, his hands on her hips. "I want to undress you," he said quietly.
"My pleasure."
She had on a black, strapless evening dress. It was tight from the waist up, loose and bouncy in the knee-length skirt. When Curt ran down the zipper in the back Annette felt herself spilling out of it, feeling as if she were suddenly coming to life. Clothes could be awfully stifling at times. Usually the worst times.
Curt held her dress for her to step out of it and then draped it over the foot of the bed. Annette turned to him in garter belt, panties, nylons and heels. He drew her in for a hug and a kiss, turning toward the bed as they smooched. When he let her go she fell back across the bed from the knees up. She lay still, arms out with both hands over her head, smiling up at him with sexily halT-lidded eyes.
Curt proceeded to undress himself.
"You must work out," Annette observed from his nicely developed form.
"I'm not all business, you know."
"Don't think I'm not grateful," she said to that.
Grinning, naked, slowly hardening, he moved to the edge of the bed. He bent over, picked her feet up off the floor and hooked her heels on his shoulders. His hands slid over her knees and down around her thighs. He grabbed her panties and pulled.
Curt drew Annette's flimsy undies up her long legs. She held her tapered shanks upright and he slipped her panties over her shoes and off.
Annette parted her legs and let them lower on either side of him to the floor. She sat up and slid her ass out to the edge of the bed. Her hands went to his lower thighs and slid upward.
She slid her hands over Curt's hips and up to his chest. She moved her palms in caressing circles over his nipples.
Her eyes were focused down at a slight angle. Excitement was surging into his cock with every heartbeat, filling it out and bringing the head up, and up, and up, bit by bit. His organ looked heavy, sluggish, but his arousal was winning out.
Annette opened her mouth and slinked her tongue out. She wiggled the tip all around, using it as a lewd come-on to his cock. Sightless, his prick seemed to sense what she was doing, what awaited it. It appeared to strain up and out with an ever greater urgency.
When his cock was pointing straight out from his body, Annette decided that was good enough. She ducked down slightly, caught the tip of his glans on the end of her and lifted the shaft into a perfect angle for her mouth.
She bowed her head slowly, sliding the flat of her tongue down his smooth underside, brushing her lips over his glans and the ridge and onto the pulsing shaft. She went farther down on him, and farther still.
With suction that sent a pulling caress through his cockmeat and into his loins, Annette withdrew to the flared knob of his cockhead. She glided down to his base and withdrew, smoothly fellating him. Her tempo increased and with an apparent effortlessness she took in and spewed out great mouthfuls of stiff cockshaft.
"Aaaaahhhhh," Curt moaned appreciatively from above her. She didn't have to look to know there was a big grin on his face.
"How am I doing, lover?" Annette took time to ask. "Am I convincing you? Hmmmmm?" She glomped onto his prick once more and swooped down on it, slurping back to the swollen ridge.
"You wicked thing," he chuckled affectionately. "I told you I didn't stand a chance."
No, he didn't. Not that he was putting up much of a fight. If he wasn't already secretly convinced of the Tightness of Annette's proposition he wanted to be. Bless his lecherous little heart.
Bless all their lecherous little hearts, Annette thought with an inner smile. If not for that, she probably wouldn't have gotten anywhere with this. And she wouldn't have had nearly as much fun as she had had.
Annette took her mouth for Curt's cock with a slurpy squeeze and looked up at him with the glimmer of a fresh idea. She let herself topple onto her back on the bed.
"Come sit on my face," she murmured.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. I want to lick your balls."
Looking like he was not quite sure he could believe her, Curt nevertheless moved onto the bed. He straddled her upper body and walked forward on his knees.
His cock loomed over Annette's face like a rocket-ship. His balls tickled over her chin when he leaned his hips forward.
Annette brought a hand up and held his cock with it, stroking idly over the wet shaft. She curled her tongue out under his balls and started licking at them. She reached up behind the meaty nuggets and whisked her probe from side to side against the tightening skin of the sac.
Opening her mouth wider, she tilted her head and lifted the velvet ring of her lips to enclose the sac of hot sweet meat. She clamped down softly on Curt's privates and sucked. She eased her mouth from side to side, working his sensitive balls around inside her wet, clinging worth.
With her hand around the base of his cock, Annette pushed him back and pulled the tip of his cock down to her lips. She drew him forward and plowed his prick sensuously into her mouth.
The ensuing motions were his, and he appeared to really enjoy sliding his pecker in and out of her mouth. With each withdrawal Annette did close in on his shaft with a rich suction. He only hurried back for more.
Presently Annette plopped his cock from her mouth and said, "Wanna try my tits?"
"You're turning into quite a playground, aren't you," he murmured.
"Just trying to show a guy a good time."
"You're doing it, I promise you."
With that he backed down over her body, spread his knees and lowered his cock-length into the smooth valley between her boobs. Annette fit her hands on the outer swells and pushed the fleshy softness of her tits in to surround as much of Curt's penis as she could.
He promptly drew his cock out of the bottom of her makeshift tunnel. His hips strove forward and his hard-on threaded throough and up out of the top of her cleavage. Annette raised her head and brought it forward. Her tongue came out and the tip fluttered all over the end of his pecker.
At a slow pace Curt stroked to and fro against her. He was frequently met by more caresses from Annette's lively tongue. The pressures of her handheld tits on his organ were changed often, sometimes in mid-slide.
Curt could get sexy ideas, too, as was demonstrated when he reached behind and slid the fingers of one hand onto Annette's pussy. She instantly folded her legs up and apart, and he began to finger her outer folds.
With the tip of his middle finger he teased up and down the dewy furrow of her outer opening, pausing frequently to tickle her clit. When not doing that he was tickling the rest of her pink-toned privates.
"Stick it in," she said leeringly.
"Stick what in?"
"Your finger."
"Oh. I thought maybe you meant my cock."
"Keep your hopes up."
Smiling down at her, he wiggled his fingertip at the bottom of her gash and pressed forward. Her outer lips yielded, her inner slit spread around his digit and he was in, probing and teasing deeper into her tunnel. His lips continued to work to and fro over her, and now his finger was stroking, too.
"Wild," Annette breathed with a steamy shiver rolling through her bod.
Curt frigged in and out of Annette's tight pussy with a lewd glee. He slid his finger in deep and jabbed hard at her streaming tissues. Drawing out near to her entrance, he twirled his fingertip around and around, stirring her bubbling juices with potent effectiveness.
"Let me fuck you for real," he said to her, teeth close to clenching.
"No," she purred, squirming under him. "I'm gonna fuck you. Lie down on your back so I can get up on your cock and ride it."
"Awright," he enthused. "You do know how to show a guy a good time. A great time." He leaned to one side and rolled onto his back. Annette pulled herself farther onto the bed and rolled toward him.
"I'm gonna show you just what that means," she vowed.
Not wasting any time, she scrambled over to straddle him on all fours. She dropped her backside, seeking the raised head of his cock with the moouth of her pussy. Finding it with little effort, Annette grooved onto the full length.
With her hand planted on Curt's upper body she went smoothly into motion. The tight, cushiony pocket of her cooze rubbed up over the sensitive skin of his shaft and scraped down around it with the sweetest of erotic friction.
Her ass wiggled and swayed as she smoothed over his cock again and again. His rigid spike burned with a fiery excitement from the uninhibited assault she was unleashing upon it.
Annette pushed herself upright over Curt's midsection. Her knees came up and in a squatting position she bounced herself up and down on him. A vacuum inside her drew her pussy walls tight around his shaft wand her quick, avid stroking drove him wild with arousal.
Annette wasn't forgetting to enjoy herself either. It was great to have a hard cock to stroke herself with, to have that wide knob reaching way into her and jab down on it with her deepest tightness. The fun didn't get any raunchier.
Annette leaned back, planted both hands behind her on Curt's lower thighs. She continued hunching up and down on his cock-spike, driving herself as it with unrelenting enthusiasm.
"Oooooh, that's good," Curt breathed. "So fucking good. You make me want to come like crazy."
"Do I make you want to fuck like crazy?"
"Yes. Do you want me on top? I'd love that." She hadn't planned on it, but the notion of him doing it to her and with him wanting to, she changed her mind. "Yes," she hissed, throwing herself forward to lie down on top of him. "Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
She started to roll and he rolled with her, coming out on top and starting to buck his cock into her without missing a beat. Annette kicked her heels up into the air and hung them there. She dug her fingers into his back and urged him to deeper, stronger thrusts.
She didn't know how much time was passing. She didn't care. She was starting to come, and when the searing flashes hit her Curt was climaxing, too. Shivering and shaking and moaning and groaning, she sailed through her final pleasures into aftermath, Curt rushing along in her wake.
Exhausted, spent, they collapsed together into a moaning heap.
By the time prom night rolled around everything was arranged. Magda's fund-raising dinner had been a success and the other benefactors had come through on their obligations. At a dinner before the dance the official announcements were made and four lucky students stood to applause. Their pictures would appear in the next edition of the local paper, along with the pictures of the four benefactors. It would be cited as an example of the quality of local community spirit.
"You've done us proud," Mr. Randall told Annette when he had a chance to speak to her at the dance.
"Thank you."
"You must have a very winning way about you to find the generosity you did."
"Stamina, that's all," she smiled. "You don't seem much the worse for wear."
"I feel great."
"Then I feel less guilty about bringing this up," he said. "It would be a shame for all this to be just a onetime thing. What about next year's graduates?"
"I've been thinking about that myself."
"And?"
"I'm sure I could work the same magic all over again. It would be my pleasure."
"Wonderful," he responded. "You don't think it would prove difficult to find people willing to contribute the kind of money needed?"
"Well, where one person won't suffice, two together might. Or even three. Or I could seek out groups that would raise money. I'm sure something can be arranged."
"I'm sure," he said happily. He patted her on the arm and moved on to mingle.
Annette was next approached by a girl named Renee. She was the fourth of the students who were to receive financing. She had long, very dark brown hair, eyes that were just as dark, a very pretty face, and a slender but nicely developed bod decked out in a tight-fitting, understated prom dress.
"Now that I'm leaving this place behind me," Renee said, "can I call you Annette?"
"Why not?" Annette smiled.
"Can I come visit you?"
"Of course."
"Later tonight?"
"That's sudden," Annette remarked, getting over her surprise. She'd seen right away that Renee was serious.
"I don't know when I'll get another chance," Renee said. "Anyway, I've waited long enough."
"For what?"
"Remember when you told me you'd found a way for me to go to college, and I said I didn't know how I could repay you? Or even thank you somehow?"
"Yes."
"Well, I finally figured out a way," Renee said, then added, with eyes oddly glittering, "Catch you later."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Annette left the dance relatively early, but when she did she encountered Renee in the parking lot. "I thought you'd never get here," the girl said.
"Ah, the impatience of youth."
"I really do want to see you," Renee said. "Alone."
"Alright. We can talk in the car. Can I drop you off or do you want to stay?"
"Your place will be fine."
"If you insist," Annette said indulgently.
Minutes later, they were entering Annette's apartment. There hadn't been much said in the car. Renee acted like she had a surprise she didn't want to spoil. A very mysterious surprise. Annette had a feeling about what the girl might have in mind but didn't know if it could be possible. Or how she herelf felt about it. She thought she should put her foot down and not let Renee go to far, but it already seemed too late.
"Nice place," Renee complimented, taking in the lamplit view of Annette's living room. Her eyes settled on an open doorway. "Is that the bedroom?"
"Yes."
"That's the room I'd really like to see."
"Oh?"
Renee faced Annette with a smiling expression, not nearlay so mysterious now. She looked like fun just itching to happen. "I want to spend the night with you," she said simply.
"Yes," Annette responded. "That's kind of what I thought."
"You've done so much for me," Renee said. "I want to give something back. I can't afford a proper gift, so it's gotta be something from the heart."
"It's not necessary," Annette replied. "Really."
Renee smiled. "I knew you'd say that. And I knew you wouldn't be shocked either. I don't know how, I just did."
"I get past your modesty, nad whatever other resistance you might have."
"How do you plan to do that?"
Renee offered no verbal response. Glinting, she backed away from Annette, turned and disappeared into the bedroom. Through the doorway Annette saw the light of a bedside lamp come on. Then she heard the soft rustling sound of a dress being removed.
She'd been right, Annette realized. It was too late to stop this. And she hadn't wanted to stop it either.
There was a little voice inside Annette telling her that she deserved this. That she wanted to get some expression of thanks for what she had done. It was selfish, she knew, and she hadn't exactly been through hell, but she couldn't help but feel entitled, somehow.
"Annette?" Renee called out invitingly from the bedroom.
There was something else at work inside Annette. A desire to be the center of attention for a chance. A need to feel appreciated for herself and not just for what she could put out. And a wish to go into a bedroom without thinking about what extras she was going to get out of it. She wanted to get gack to some plain and simple fun again.
She did not rush into the bedroom. She strolled, modest in response to one urge and humble in response to the other.
Renee was naked, lounging on one side on the far side of the bed, softly but clearly illuminated by the lamp behind her head. Her breasts were lovely, high and cone-shaped to perky, delicate, lightly shaded peaks. She had the slenderest waist, with nicely filled out hips flowing into long, finely tapered legs.
"I lied," the girl said. "I didn't know you wouldn't be shocked until I propositioned you."
"Thank God. For a while there I thought I must look awful easy."
"You look gorgeous. I'd have tried this tonight even if I didn't feel I owe you something."
"I'm glad to hear you say that."
"I've had a little experience. I hope I can please you."
"I'm sure we'll have fun," Annette replied and started to get out of her clothes. She had put on her finest lingerie for the evening, the sight of which surprised and delighted Renee.
"You look like a centerfold," the girl enthused. "I love centerfolds. I bought my brother a subscription so I could look at them."
"Would you like me to leave something on?" Annette offered.
"The stockings. I'd love to feel them on my skin."
"Sure," Annette smiled, and bent to unclasp her garter belt from the stockings. They reached well up to her thighs and would stay up by themselves, especially if she was lying down most of the time.
Annette moved onto the bed, sliding to a lounging position in front of Renee. The young brunette immediately shifted toward her, deftly nudging her upper knee between Annette's nyloned shanks.
Their upper bodies remained slightly apart, both propped up on elbows. Renee moved her free hand to the nook of Annette's waist and let it slip down onto her tummy. She eased her hand slowly up toward Annette's boobs.
As Renee's hand curved to the shape of a jutting tit cone, she leaned forward and started kissing Annette on the mouth. Her lips were soft and warm and knowing and inviting, and Annette responded naturally, if not enthusiastically.
Annette brought her free hand up to the youthful firmness of Renee's boobs and touched at them with light caresses. The smooth flesh was hot under her fingers and she wondered who was going to wind up appreciating whom more.
It was ironic that after all she had been through she was winding up in bed with another female. She might have expected a guy at least, or maybe an orgy. But here and now Annette couldn't imagine a sweeter conclusion to her wild escapades, or think of anyone she would rather have been with.
Annette opened her mouth to the sly probings of Renee's tongue. Their tongue met and flirted together, parted, then rushed back together and coiled intimately inside the wet warmth of their fused mouths. They kissed soulfully for long moments, their bodies being drawn closer together at the same time.
They embraced with rising passion, legs becoming more intimately entwined, titties and tummies bedding together. Their pussy mounds met and rubbed into one another, igniting soft flames that licked out through their nether regions.
Smooching lewdly, turning giddy with their runaway excitement, they rolled over on the bed, Renee coming up on top of Annette and then finding herself underneath, then on top again as some strange inner tide turned them back in the other direction.
"Cosy, huh?" Renee delighted.
"Delicious."
"I'm so glad you feel that way. It's such a privilege to be with you like this. And I want you to be so pleased."
Annette laughed softly in total enjoyment. "Stop, you're spoiling me."
"Good," Renee smiled. On her elbows over Annette, she rocked to and fro with short, easy motions, moving her pussy in stroking fashion against Annette's mound.
"Aaaaaahhh," Annette responded in a high, delicate tone of sudden delight.
"I'm gonna take good care of you," Renee whispered against Annette's ear. "The best." She kissed Annette's ear lobe, down the side of her neck, around under the redhead's jaw to her throat, and added licks as she proceeded downward.
Renee wedged her hips in between Annette's thighs, which lifted to either side of her. The hot, hard points of her boobs slid down away from Annette's softer, fuller tits and came to rest on Annette's waistline as Renee nuzzled between the redhead's boobs.
It was nice to be back in action in her own bed again, Annette felt. This too made for a nice change. She relaxed into the familiar feel of it and surrendered herself to Renee's devoted, tender loving care.
The tip of Renee's tongue roamed from one breast to the other and back again, following random patterns and not concentrating on any specific area. At first.
Gradually she honed in on the erect peaks, first brushing up against and around the protruding nipples, then flicking at them, then scraping over them with the edges of her teeth. It was all preparation for the hungry sucks that came next.
Renee drew nipples, areolas, tit-flesh, all she could into her mouth. She would hold whole sections of boobs inside the sucking heat of her mouth while buffing it with her tongue. She made the points of Annette's boobs raw with tingly arousal.
The vividly erotic responses sent urgent messages to Annette's pussy, and her pelvis started to lift against the weight of Renee's body, her twat seeking attention. Needing it.
Cooing with pleasure but at the same time whimpering with rising want, Annette placed her hands on Renee's shoulders to urge the girl downward.
Renee weas teasingly resistant, but not for too long. She lingered at Annette's breasts for a few moments more, plucking at the stiffened, vividly defined peaks rather than pulling at them. Whenever Annette's lower region gave an upward surge she wriggled from side to side, rubbing over the redhead's mound if only slightly.
Finally Renee resumed pushing herself down between Annette's folded legs. She tickled down the front of the older woman's body with her tongue tip and her lips and fallen locks of her hair.
Annette's nyloned shanks wrapped loosely around her, rubbing up and down her back, Renee finally settled stomach-down before Annette's twat. Nuzzling immediately into the furred softness, her tongue dipped out to apply long, luscious licks over the swelling outer portions.
Annette tilted her pelvis back and thereby lifted her pussy to Renee's mouth. Her hips went in a swirling motion in seeking more intimate contact.
Her steamy inner pussy was going wild with unleashed desires.
Sensing where Annette was at, Renee brought her hands up to push back and further spread the woman's thighs. The outer folds of Annette's pussy were drawn away from each other by this, but it took pulling pressure from Renee's fingers to fully open the center-slit.
The tip of Renee's tongue dipped lightly into the bottom of the pink furrow and swept up to the top, moving over Annette's clit with feather-softness. She wiggled her tongue down to the bottom and swept up again.
Annette's groan of pleasure came from deep down, and it encouraged Renee no end. Her tongue went into wild but concentrated actions on Annette's outer twat, fluttering and flicking and lewdly licking up and down and around the honey-coated gash.
Renee puckered her lips and surrounded Annette's inflamed girl-cock with their cushiony warmth. She squeezed it on the knotted flesh and applied a luscious suck that stung Annette's whole body with thrilled stimulation.
The dark-haired girl released the sensational pressure and started in with her tongue. She stabbed into the hot hardness of Annette's clit-zone and felt its passion become even deeper. She sucked at it again, and Annette writhed out of control before her.
Renee's mouth opened wide and crammed their velvet oval against Annette's twat. Grinding hips moved the horny pussy against her mouth, seeming to push the swollen folds past her lips. The lushly flavored intimacy of the moment made her mind reel with excitement.
She pushed her tongue forward and it slipped between the lips of Annette's cunt and into the spongy soft interior with ease. She delved deeper, exploring, tasting, savoring, and then teasing as she became more familiar with the tastes and textures of Annette's inner cooze.
Renee forced her tongue deep into the sopping hole, twisting and turning her probe almost rudely against the inflamed inner tissues, making them cry tears of happiness into her mouth.
The brunette sucked softly, then harder, drawing the swollen folds into her lips and squeezing the pussy's tasty secrets onto her lapping tongue.
Not so slowly but with terrific sureness Annette was being driven out of control in body and mind. The aroused energy in her loins had her writhing shamelessly on the bed, lifting and grinding the heat of her twat against Renee's devouring mouth and sending a steamy pink fog-cloud into her mind, leaving her clinging helplessly to the only thing that still seemed real-the sensational stimulation of Renee's wicked mouth.
Annette's thighs lowered to flank Renee's head, and to squeeze it in deep want to her crotch. She hugged the girl's body with her lower legs, trying to pull her closer and tighter into her streaming box. Her fingers combed into the girl's hair to further hold her right where she was. Forever, if need be.
The redhead's pussy lunged and lurched against the stabs of Renee's tongue. Her clit was swollen to the point of exploding, her pussy was shimmering with heated excitement all the way to her chute.
"Aaaagghhhh," she rasped hotly. "It's too good. You're too good. You're driving me out of my mind." Her voice was breathless, the sentences coming in gusts of hard-earned air.
Somehow Renee managed to wriggle her head up from between Annette's thighs. "You're ready to come, aren't you?" she said knowingly.
"Yessss," Annette hissed emphatically.
"Not yet," the girl decided.
"Oooohhhh," Annette moaned with sudden helplessness. "Nooooo," she complained. "Now, baby, now."
"Uh-uh," Renee replied. "I'm gonna play with you first. Ever slid a finger into a hot, horny, juicy pussy?"
"Never mind."
"It's great fun. You'll like it, too. You might even come on my fingers. Would you like that?"
Annette's head rolled and her body twisted in torment. "Whatever you want," she said resignedly.
Renee extended her right middle finger and wedged the tip into Annette's sex-slit. As she had done with her tongue, she entered the redhead's pussy tunnel in probing, testing fashion.
Working more of her digit into the tight, moist chute, she started to slowly twirl it around against the inner membrances, rubbing and stretching the sensitive flesh. Renee went all the way to the last knuckle and for a long moment simply twisted her finger around and around inside Annette.
"God," Annette reponsed in a lust-thickened voice. Her body started to move again, to twist and writhe in increasingly excited reaction to this lewd stimulation.
Renee ducked down and extended her tongue tip to Annette's clit zone. She tongued the coral spike lightly, adding a few extra tickles to the main show inside. But she continued with it, adding soft kisses, and the erotic effect grew into something terrifically potent.
Now she was using two fingers on Annette's streaming cunt-hole. The twirling motions became less pronounced as she ran her digits in and out, in and out with quickening speed.
Annette's breath panted in and out through her open mouth, seeming to draw out dainty whimpering sounds from her throat. Her body was becoming rigid, frequently shaking with wild excitement. Her head dug way back into the bedding and whipped from side to side.
She was on the brink again, and this time there were no interruptions from Renee. "Oh my God, yes, it feels so good," Annette cried out. "Ohh, ooohhhh, now honey, now you're doing it...."
It was Renee's pleasure to whip her fingers in and out of Annette's crying, over-heated pussy, and to whip her tongue against the woman's swollen girl-cock. It was her delight to arouse Annette into a frenzy and bring about the woman's climax.
It bolted through Annette's body with flash after flash of powerful sensation. The sumptuous redhead went into seemingly unrelenting spasms of unmatchable happiness, the honeys of her insides melting from her.
Annette's body gave a final shudder from head to toe and she went limp in aftermath. A shiver or two played out here and there, causing a spasm or twitch of lingering happiness. She sighed with contentment.
Renee was moving up her body now, licking and kissing as she went. Her mouth was tender and caring, and the weight of her warm body was comforting after the wracking Annette had been through.
Annette wrapped her arms and legs around the girl and their mouths joined. With a burst of unexpected energy, Annette rolled to one side and came out on top of Renee, determined to keep things that way.
"Looks like you got me where you want me," Renee said in happy surrender.
"For the next little while."
"Then what?"
"We'll see. I'm sure one of us will think of something."
"Count on it."
"Little vixen. I'm gonna miss you."
"I'll miss you," Renee said. "We all will. You've done so much for us."
"It's nice to be appreciated. But it wasn't that difficult, really. In fact, I'm looking forward to starting the process all over again."
"This school is lucky to have you," Renee said.
"This town is lucky to have you."
"Yes," Annette realized. "We do seem meant for each other. Very much so." Then she smiled, and lowered her mouth onto Renee's waiting lips.
